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086 - Khef - The Way Station (The Dark Tower I: The Gunslinger Part 2)
In this episode, Tiny and I continue our journey to The Dark Tower with a discussion of The Gunslinger chapter 2: The Way Station.
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Show Start – 00:40
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Previously...on The Dark Tower - 38:08
Part 2: The Way Station - 40:05
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The Shawshank Redemption (1994)
The Shining (1980)
It (2017)
11.22.63 (2016) - Miniseries
The Mist (2007)
Doctor Sleep (2019)
Misery (1990)
Castle Rock (2018) - Series
Creepshow (1982)
Stand by Me (1986)
Gerald's Game (2017)
Christine (1983)
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Cujo (1983)
Carrie (1976)
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The Gunslinger (The Dark Tower I)
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Salem’s Lot
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The Waste Lands (The Dark Tower III)
Tiny’s Top 19 King Adaptations
Doctor Sleep (2019)
The Shawshank Redemption (1994)
It (2017)
Christine (1983)
The Shining (1980)
Stand By Me (1986)
The Mist (2007)
Misery (1990)
Creepshow (1982)
The Green Mile (1999)
Apt Pupil (1998)
Geralds Game (2017)
The Outsider (2019) - Miniseries
The Stand (1994)
The Shining (1997) - Miniseries
Lisey’s Story (2021) - Miniseries
1922 (2017)
11/22/63 (2016) - Miniseries
It (1990) - Miniseries
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i'm NOT saying that Greg Bryk needs to play Walter Padick in The Dark Tower series just because of my Joseph Seed thirst yes i am but. honestly he'd kill it.
this is NOT to knock Matthew Mcconaughey's version from the movie, I think he was IT in the movie. But the Dark Man has 1000 faces so I think we should change it up a bit
#the dark tower#is mike flannagan on here i gotta talk to him#mike. bestie#whats a tower junkie gotta do to make this happen????
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I can’t say I’m a big fan of the Eagles. I won’t go full Big Lebowski and say I fucking hate the Eagles because I’ll “Hotel California” with the best of them. But besides that, no, don’t really care.
Except for “Desperado.”
It’s not like I like the song, it’s just the attachments to it--that was a very 19 time in my life (despite being well over 20). If you know, then you know: it was very 19.
I had a friend I knew online, who I met through that particular fandom, who lived out near Prescott, AZ, in a clutch of ranches called Skull Valley (I shit you not). She was not having the best of times. If I ever think I’m ka mai, I’m wrong. She is ka mai and no mistake.
As a, I don’t know, token or something, I sent her a little silver raven’s skull necklace and a couple other things one Christmas. The postman delivered it while she was in the barn with her (very old) horses and she said “Desperado” came on the radio while she was opening the box with the necklace.
So it immediately became a very 19 song, as if it weren’t already.
I’ve since lost touch with her but I still think about her often.
Anyway, “Desperado” came on the radio on my way back tonight and you would have thought I was some sentimental cowhand just howling in my car like,
“Deeeeeeeeeeeesperadooooooooooooo, why donchu come to yer senses? You’ve been out ridin fences for so loooooooooooong!”
Anyway, May 19 is, in fact, on its way and my other point is that there’s a difference between significance and enjoyment.
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"Between the world of Boys and Men, there Holyland exists...
Where laws don't matter and only the strongest rule.
In that world, "he" roamed.
He was, without a doubt, there."
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Yandere Vs reaction to pet reader accidentally killing someone out of anger
Warnings: toxic relationships, mentions of drug use, SA mentions, Valentino, death, description of wounds, forced affection, forced father-daughter relationship, workplace bullying, grooming mentioned, guilt
You were used to your coworkers being assholes to you
You were a fellow working soul yet you were treated nicer and given many more privileges then them, of course they weren’t going to like you
Everyone referred to you as a lost puppy or as a pet
They didn’t even know your name, but know one really knew your name in fairness
They sneered when they saw you enter a room, and if the Vs weren’t accompanying you then they would get physical by tripping you or shoving you around
Angel dust does his best to defend you when he sees this happen, but angel rarely has time to think nevermind look after you
But the rumours were the parts that upset you the most, to here small parts of your life become exaggerated and spread around
They’d also dump their workload on you so you had to do even more stuff while also balancing three very obsessed bosses
But something pushed you over the edge today, something that angered you so much that your power spun out of control
You’d had a certain guy around the tower spread vicious rumours about you lately and you could always hear the whispers following you because of them
“I heard she killed her friends”
“I heard she was a whore who overdosed with her junkie boyfriend”
“I heard that she only gets good treatment because she’s fucking one of the bosses, or all of them by the looks of her”
Many misinformation or misunderstandings spread around by this man would end up being whispered near you
So one day when you were in voxs office alone and this guy walked in, you knew something bad was going to happen
He made a few smart ass comments about your rumoured past but you just rolled your eyes and ignored him
But he pushed it to far when he uttered the words “they really groomed you into their perfect little pet huh?”
You shot him a glare as you questioned what he meant by that
He then went on a long rant about how it wasn’t fair that you got better treatment all because you were willing to throw away your dignity for their enjoyment
With every word he uttered about the luck you supposedly had caused rage to spark in your chest
The cherry on top was when he said “I wonder what your mother would think if she found out what a fucking whore you are and how she must have fucked you up real bad for you to have this little self respect”
One minute he’s standing over you and smirking at you, the next he’s crumpled on the floor covering his ears and screaming in agony
You couldn’t stop using your ability to create loud and excruciating noises directly in his ears, it’s like you’d been completely taken over by the anger you felt
You saw blood pouring out of his ears like a fountain and you couldn’t help but smile and increasing the volume, until he stopped moving except for a few twitches and you saw what looked like brain matter leak from his ears
You had killed him
You just stood in shock and stared at his body while processing this information that you’d killed a man in cold blood
And the Vs saw it all happen from the open door
Vox:
Vox almost felt like a proud dad as he watched you kill someone purposefully for the first time
He came up and patted you on the shoulder with a wide smile, as if you’d just passed some sort of test
He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and rambled on about how you could improve and what you did well, almost like a performance review for a singers night show
What had been a world changing and traumatic experience for you, was purely just entertainment for him
He couldn’t understand your shell shocked expression, you had killed this man while smiling so why were you overreacting so much
But he still walked you back to your room and cleaned the blood off of your body and sitting you on your bed
He went on a long rant about how you shouldn’t feel bad about your murder, he was provoking you and it was clearly all his fault
He said that he understood why you did what you did, and that he was proud of you for your decision
“I started out like you, but you’ll improve over time and get used to it” he had said with a wide grin “soon enough you’ll be just like me”
And the fact that you were seen as in any way comparable to Vox only sent a chill down your spine and doubled your guilt
After that day, you noticed people were much nicer to you and Vox only gave you a ‘told you so’ look
But since becoming aware of the harassment you were subjected to, he did give voxtech employees a strict warning and he broke a few bones to get his point across
He couldn’t have something like a little murder bring his favourite girl down, even if it did prepare you to become his heir one day
Velvette:
Velvette doesn’t really understand the big deal
Your in hell, you fraternise with murderers and worse on a daily basis
You live in a tower filled with the worst of the worst kind of criminals
So why are you overreacting so much over a little murder that could easily be sorted out
She does scold you slightly on doing your own dirty work and doing it on the expensive carpeting
She explained that if you really want someone dead then you should just tell one of them and they’d have their security deal with it
But she did express some pride for you efficient killing and you experiencing your first purposeful murder
She does nothing to comfort you at all, you should be over it already is her thought process
But she does kill more people around you in her own sick away to reassure you that murdering people is okay in her books, she only makes you want to peel your own skin off though because every sight of blood just makes you think about the fact you ended a man’s afterlife
She also makes an example of the man you killed to her employee, harass her pet and her pet will bite back
She makes a few more private examples or your bullies, but she’ll wait until the rumours of the event hits you before she explains
Valentino:
This entire situation is just a joke to this man
His little princesa bites as much as she can bark, and he’s meant to take that seriously?
He does much worse stuff then murder every day and you don’t see him she’ll shocked and crying on the floor do you?
He will actively crack jokes about one of the most traumatic things you’ve ever done in front of you
Every time he does and you get a guilty or shocked expression, he bursts out laughing at the ridiculousness of your reaction
But he would clean up the body for you
He’d either just dump it into the cannibal colonies or he’d just get his workers to get rid of it and clean up the office
But he’d definitely keep a body part of a piece of jewellery from your victims body to taunt you with when he’s bored
He also gave a few extremely rough video sessions to some of the people from him workers that contributed to your harassment
He can’t have his little musical toy become too tired to sing him a soothing tune to calm his ever present temper
Sorry this was so small, work exhausted me today :(
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HIS BONNIE ON THE SIDE.
𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔. being in a relationship with dark!john wick through the years.
warnings. toxic relationship. nsfw. corruption kink. emotional manipulation. canon typical violence. gaslighting. not proof read.
pairings. dark!john wick ⠀𝒙⠀fem!reader.
josie’s note .⁺ ˖ ⌒ i love doing these little hcs (and also i've had no inspo for full length fics unfortunately </3). anyways, this is for my all my toxic!john wick enjoyers — hope you enjoy ♡ !!
#. requests are open. ⠀masterlist.⠀keanu reeves masterlist.
𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑.
dark!young!john wick is so much more impulsive, especially when it comes to you. even though he’s only in his twenties, his name is rapidly spreading throughout the crime world. john's known for his ruthlessness and ambition— and you get to be the first to fall victim to both, and live.
john is a bit of an adrenaline junkie— loves the thrill of the chase. whenever you try to escape from him, he’s hot on your tail. this game of cat and mouse only makes catching you so much more fun.
his jealousy is worse when he’s younger (although it never really gets better). having been raised in the ruska roma (a desolate home, completely void of love and feelings), he’s projecting all his emotional turmoil onto you.
again, john was taught to wield the sharpest blades, and wield the heaviest of guns— but feelings… heart to hearts? he’s almost emotionally inept.
"thought you were too tired to go out," his voice makes you jump as you nearly drop your keys from your hands. you turn around, noticing him hiding behind your entrance door, lurking.
"i-i just went for a walk," you stammer. john's footsteps echo in your tiny apartment when he comes closer. towering over you at 6'1, you gaze upwards at your lover.
"yeah, i know. i saw you.. and him."
he’s fuming watching you get cozy and comfortable around other people, even if it’s just platonic. john wishes you were like that around him, and not so guarded and fearful.
and heaven forbid one of your male friends tried anything— anything. you’re devastated to see their photo splashed on the morning news the next day.
he’s possessive as all hell. working in crime syndicates and doing hits for the mob heightens his paranoia of something happening to you, so whenever possible, he keeps you under constant surveillance.
you frequently get into fights about this. even if you bring up the subject nicely, he damn near freaks out.
“i just want some space. i'm not even sure you trust me at all!” your hands flop to your sides frustratedly, eyes fluttering with exhaustion at the tiresome loop of this conversation.
“i'm not going anywhere, ever. you can be sure of that.”
young!john is so quick to react, too quick. your arguments can get ugly very fast. seeing him so explosive and agitated with you in contrast to his usual charming and cool nature grounds you in reality— he's a cold blooded killer, and he could if he wanted to...
speaking of killing, because of his job, he randomly disappears for weeks or months at a time.
you miss him so badly, but it’s not like you could call him or talk to him in any way, so you spend many sleepless nights wondering what the hell he’s doing. if he’s even alive.
don't even try to break up with him, or ghost him. younger john is not above kidnapping you— and even worse, pretending like it's your fault. you've been a bad girl, and now you've forced his hand :(
dark john wick is a manhandler! i'm speaking my truth! he’s just so much bigger than you, and stronger than you, sometimes he doesn’t even realise the brute of his strength against you.
he grabs your arm when dragging you somewhere, throws you over his shoulder, or when he’s feeling particularly passionate, just presses his fingers into your cheeks and pulls you in for a rough kiss.
"it's you and me, till the end. i meant it, you know that right?" john asks softly, his forehead gently pressed against yours, his dark irises searching yours for any semblance of understanding. you slowly nod, and try not to cry when he locks his lips with yours.
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𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑.
dark!older!john wick is silent but deadly. having (somewhat) emotionally matured into his middle aged years, he’s more calculated, and logical when it comes to you.
less explosive and controlled by impulses, his ability to fill your innocent little heart with guilt is almost impressive.
“i’m sorry, john, please,” you wrap your arms around him from behind, your chest pressed against his back as you rest your chin on his shoulder . “i-i do trust you, i swear. how can i show you i do?”
while john’s face may well be presenting a hurt facade, he can’t ignore the growing bulge in his pants. your glassy doe eyes, quiet sniffles, and desperate need to want to be in his good graces again— who is he to pass up the opportunity?
even older, he is still so fiercely protective over you. he’s the infamous baba yaga, he’s not taking any chances. you’re damn near suffocated from how tight a leash he keeps you on.
when you keep resisting his “protection”— john is determined to make you see how much you need him. he’d probably hire someone to scare you a little bit, or even do it himself, just to have you driven back into his loving arms.
“i’m here, honey,” he whispers, wrapping his arms around you, enclosing you in his warm embrace as you sobbed into his chest. thankfully you miss the small eerie smile on his face. “i’ll always keep you safe.”
he has a little bit of a corruption kink. you're this sweet little thing, and john's ready to completely smear your rose-tinted view of life. while he doesn't give you all the gorey details, whatever he does tell you just adds onto the emotional manipulation that you need him. that you can't live without him (when it's practically the vice versa).
he's so unbelievably devoted to you. it's actually unhealthy, you're constantly on his mind. normally, he can keep underwraps how sickly in love he is with you— but during sex is when his darkest thoughts come out.
“i’ll kill them,” his lips against your ear, a hand gently holding your throat while the other is pressed against your button, vehemently rubbing circles.
he continues rutting into you, deliciously stretching your small cunt with his large cock. the tip gently kissing your cervix as you let out a strangled moan, completely overwhelmed with pleasure. “I’ll kill them all for you, every last one.”
he’s kind of condescending in a way that he thinks you need his help for every little thing. at first it makes you feel small, and stupid— hey, you may not be the world’s most feared assassin but surely you don’t need his help with walking to work in the morning!
he's always right (or at least he thinks). having been put on a pedestal by the crime world, it's no wonder john develops a slight superiority complex. john likes to let you "win" fights— but deep down, it's his way or no way.
*cough* he's a stalker *cough*.
either way, younger!john or older!john perceive you as the angel among his demons. the one thing in his life that could cleanse his soul— or taint yours.
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Interesting to think about what each Vahki stun staff power implies about what the perceived social problems with each Metru were.
Bordakh (Ga-Metru)- Staffs of loyalty. Perhaps it was thought that Ga-Matoran, being typically quite sociable and forming very close friendships, might prioritize loyaty to their friends over the greater good of the city, and would not report a friend that they knew was engaged in suspicious or criminal behaviour.
Rorzakh (Onu-Metru)- Staffs of Presence. Perhaps Onu-Matoran were thought of as overly secretive, hiding away underground out of sight.
Nuurahk (Ta-Metru)- Staffs of Command. Ta-Matoran are known for their hotheadedness and tendency to be outspoken, these staffs were likely introduced to divert them away from whatever the were unproductively occupied with and back to whatever they were meant to be doing. Alternatively, they may have been developed with one very specific Ta-Metru resident, known for his "unscheduled vacations", in mind...
Zadahk (Po-Metru) Staffs of Suggestion. Like Ta-Matoran, Po-Matoran are famous for being stubborn, the Suggestion staffs being used to make them easier for their superiors to handle. (A key difference from the above is that the Nuurahk give commands to the Matoran directly, whereas Zadahk makes them obey other Matoran. Interesting...)
Vorzahk (Le-Metru) Staffs of Erasing. This one is really bizarre, since turning someone into a shambling but mostly harmless zombie does not seem conducive to maintaining peace, order and productivity, especially in an area already as chaotic as Le-Metru. One possible interpretation is that Le-Matoran were considered such troublemakers that it was thought that temporarily frying their higher brain functions when they put a foot out of line would result in less disruptions than allowing them to do whatever it was they were thinking of doing. The other possibility is that it was largely a deterrent, not intended to be used often, but the threat of such a punishment being enough to maintain order. If it's the latter, the fact that "shamblers" were supposedly a common sight in Le-Metru means that this plan failed spectacularly. Either the Vahki were overusing the staffs for minor transgressions, or a number of Le-Matoran were utterly unfazed by the threat of getting their heads scrambled. Maybe some of them even did it recreationally.
Keerakh (Ko-Metru) Staffs of Confusion. It is noted that the effect is considered more merciful than the Erasing staff by the Ko-Matoran. That's interesting in light of the fact that the idea for the Kralhi, their predecessor, reportedly came from Ko-Metru. So the idea of law enforcement robots in general was put forward by Ko-Matoran, and they may have had some input into the design of the Vahki and the choice of Stun staffs for each Metru. The choice of Presence power in Onu-metru is particularly telling, since if anyone thought the Onu-Matoran should be spied on, it would be the Ko-Matoran. Kind of understandable given the tendency for new mining tunnels to "accidentally" destabilize Knowledge towers. Interestingly, you would think Ko-Matoran would be among the most orderly groups and therefore least likely to get in trouble with the law, but dazed, confused Ko-Matoran wandering around after being zapped by Vahki suggests they have the exact same problem as Le-Metru. Either the Vahki are over-applying their power instead of taking more reasonable actions to get Matoran back to work... or Ko-Metru just has a LOT of stun-junkies...
#bionicle#vahki#i don't doubt that Dume had a hand in assigning roles and powers to the Vahki as well#but the idea of law-enforcement-by robots coming from Ko-Matoran has some fascinating implications for the relationships between metru
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IM HAVING MORE POST TOTK THOUGHTS YOUR HONOUR
one main thing i was thinking about was what if zelda still had some of her dragon instincts
- it’s ironic bc of their joint fear of falling but i could 100% imagine zelda getting REALLY into launching herself out of skyview towers just to glide through the air and freefall
- dragon to adrenaline junkie arc
- zelda’s the type to learn how to do tricks mid-air
- watch her do a spin n shit
- link catches wind (haha) of her new fascination with freefalling and takes her back to courage island
- glider set on. her first few attempts have awful times bc she’s too busy having the time of her life spinning around in the air
- she tries again and beats link’s time now that she’s actually trying. he’s stuck between offended and impressed
- link tries to beat her time and fails. she goes up and beats her record Again to rub it in his face
- the steward construct attempts to pat his back
- zelda loses her absolute MIND when link conjures up a stonewing and starts attaching fans and a steering stick to it
- ignoring game’s mechanics that it disappears after a while bc again LAZY idea
- zelda clinging to him from behind when they first take off (she waves the construct goodbye tho)
- once she’s gained confidence she dangles her legs over the ledge and takes in the views
- “these places feel familiar for some reason..” “really?”
- he’s flying her along her old path as a dragon
- zelda takes a thousand more photos of the views ofc. she had recently begged robbie to upgrade her storage for this exact reason
- she’s closing her eyes to focus on the feeling of the wind whipping past her and she feels nothing but Alive
- link definitely takes her flying whenever she’s burnt out from the school and in a bit of a funk to cheer her up. she always comes back with a grin on her face
- I STRONGLY BELIEVE IN THE WHOLE ZELDA FEELING A STRANGE WANT TO BE NEAR THE OTHER DRAGONS FROM HER TIME AS A DRAGON
- her path literally intermingles with all of the other dragons u can’t tell me they don’t all have some cool dragon connection to each other or something
- link flying alongside naydra but far enough that they don’t get frozen so zelda can be close
- naydra feels like an old friend.. why does she feel like an old friend??
- link shows her photos her took with her when she was a dragon and she almost cries again
- he was with her even when she couldn’t talk or even acknowledge he was there?? she’s a blubbering mess
- link’s panicking oh my god why is she crying no wait don’t cry oh god
- “how often did you visit me??” “daily.”
- she’s sobbing
- link decides to hold back on telling her about how he weaved silent princesses into her mane for the sake of both of them
- she finds the photo anyway and silently hugs him for like 10 minutes bc she can’t find it in her to pull away
- link takes her to north lomei labyrinth and they fall all the way from the sky to the depths
- zelda’s laughing wildly and yelling about how fun this is the whole time and link’s just happy to see her smiling
- you can’t tell me that these two wouldn’t become just a Little impulsive in their off time and do shit like this constantly
#let them be wild and unserious#zelink#legend of zelda#zelda x link#loz zelda#zelda tears of the kingdom#zelda totk#zelda and link#totk link#totk spoilers#loz totk#totk#tears of the kingdom#loz link#link#loz#loz tears of the kingdom
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LATE PAYMENT.
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pairing: dark!post-outbreak!joel miller, afab!reader
😇 warnings: DARK THEMES: DUBCON! (straight porn), p in v sex, creampie, unprotected sex, joel is manipulative and mean, gunplay, slight predator/prey dynamic, reader is described to be shorter than joel, unspecified age gap, pure filth.
summary: you're late with a payment and joel isn't too happy.
Everything seemed to be graying.
Losing life, losing potential. It was a continuous cycle. The streaks of dried blood on the cracked pavement, the run-down buildings, the cries of people in need, the dead bodies dumped into fires. Desperate times called for desperate measures.
Endless amounts of fear coursed through your veins. Eyes wide, meekly gazing up at the towering figure above you. Stronger, calloused hands grasped at your sides, digging the cold metal of a gun barrel deeper into the side of your head. He cornered you into the back of an alley, with ease, behind one of the many deserted buildings in the QZ.
Joel Miller. His presence, alone, was intimidating. The man you admired from afar. Seeing him work around the QZ, never taking a moment to waste his time. He was a smuggler who didn't fuck around. Joel―the same man was who holding a fucking gun to your head, right now.
"You're seven short. I gave you a week. The fuck 're the rest of the cards?" He snapped, in an unforgiving tone. Joel's inky, rage-ridden eyes stared down at you, with an almost predatorial gaze.
Fuck.
The ration cards.
After making the poor decision to purchase pills from Joel and be late with your payment, the unmistakable feeling of regret began to pitch in. The pills weren't even for you. It was for your neighbor junkie who took advantage of your kindness.
Did Joel give a fuck? No.
His anger was a ticking time bomb. He was getting fed up with your antics. "You know how to fuckin' speak? I asked you a question. Stop fuckin' about and answer." Joel spat. The metal pressed harder against your skull, making you let out a small whimper of pain.
Glancing up with a blank stare, your first instinct was to plead with stumbles and stutters. "Please... p-please, Joel. I'm sorry."
Still pressing the cold, metal barrel of his pistol against your skull, Joel used his free hand to roughly grab your jaw. "How fuckin' pathetic. Think you can beg ya' way outta this? Jesus, you really are a dumb slut." His words cut deep, deep down to the crevice between your legs.
Thousands of possible options to free yourself flowed through your mind. Kick him. Punch him. Scream. Yell. With the smallest amount of hope, you pitifully attempted to move. Joel's grip on your jaw tightens and he presses your head back against the chipped, alleyway wall. "'m serious. 'm this close to blowin' a fuckin' hole in your head." Joel warned in a low tone.
One more potential option that rids all self-respect―take Joel by surprise and kiss him. A silent plea for a second chance. A second chance for your life and for the wet spot in your panties. Sex is majority of what men want as a payment. What makes him different?
Without thinking of repercussions or consequences, you lean up as much as he possibly allows you and press a soft kiss to Joel's lips. A fucking fantasy in your head makes you believe that Joel kissed you back, for the most imperceptible second, even though he ripped away from you in a heartbeat.
You could've sworn that your unexpected actions caused a look of surprise on Joel's face, for a brief moment, before his steeled expression took over, once again. "Fuck is wrong with you?" Joel had a grim look in his eyes. His fingers dug into your cheeks, physically forcing your head upward.
Awaiting your response, a specific thought clicked, deep inside of Joel's mind. "Should fuckin' shoot you, but that ain't what you want, huh, sweet girl?" He murmured huskily, before taking your silence as a chance to speak again. "You want me to take you right here, in this fuckin' alley? Use your words and speak to me properly." Joel said.
"Yes, I want it... I want you." You find yourself nodding, almost in a desperate manner. Joel has a deranged, half-smile plastered on his face. He removes his hand from your face and aimlessly tosses his pistol to the cracked, concrete ground, not faraway from one of the nearby dumpsters. "'Course you do. Seen me around the QZ, practically needin' your pussy to be filled by me, hm?"
As Joel rambles, he undoes his belt, lets his boxers and jeans pool at his boots, and allows his crown jewel to spring free. His cock is girthy and long, with a vein running from his shaft to his throbbing, leaky tip. You blink, admiring his cock, in all its glory. Fuck, he was big. With an uninterested expression, Joel nods toward the pants you were still wearing. "Hurry up and take your fuckin' pants off." He orders.
Spending a moment to clumsily strip your bottoms off, Joel has a stern gaze on you, the entire time. Once done, Joel takes a single step towards you. "Jesus, you're fuckin' soaked." He mumbles. His stronger hands grasp on to your waist, lifting you with ease and pressing you against the wall. Now, Joel has you sandwiched between him and the cracked, alleyway wall.
In this new position, you have an unspeakable urge to kiss Joel, but you know that he'd fucking hate that. He runs the tip of his cock along the sopping, puffy slit of your cunt, mixing his pre-cum with your juices. He softly slaps the tip of his cock against your clit and without wasting another second, Joel pushes his member in, in, and in. The soft sound of your wet pussy squelching around his cock is enough to drive Joel mad. He's stretching your cunt and, fuck, it burns. "So tight..." Joel grunts.
One hand of his is placed firmly on one side of your waist, and the other on your ass. He's slowly kneading the skin without thinking. You let out a small whimper, feeling his leaky tip gently brush against the sensitive spot, deep inside of you. It doesn't take much for Joel to initiate his frantic thrusts. His hips lightly slam against the inner pads of your thighs, mimicking the same, soft slaps of his balls against your leaking slit.
"This what you wanted, hm?" Joel says lowly, burying his head in your neck. Your response of a wordless, frenzied nod, accompanied with pornographic 'ugh, ugh, ugh's, was enough for Joel. You could feel every fucking inch of his cock and, fuck, did it feel good. Small tears formed in the corners of your eyes. Mouth slightly agape and mind too fucked-out, only uttering whines and moans. "Shit... shit, shit..." Letting out a soft gasp, your hips involuntarily started moving back on his, in small movements. Wanting more. Needing more.
The hand that was on your ass, was now pressed firmly on your mouth. "Shut up. Curfew's―fuck―gonna start soon. Don't need FEDRA findin' us." Joel grunted into the hot skin of your neck. Only the muffled whines and soft, lewd noise of his heavy balls slapping against your cunt were faintly heard in the alleyway. Every squelch, every squeeze, every time Joel bottomed out, more liquid leaked out of your sopping slit. "You gonna be good for me?" His voice was soft, a brief, surprising change in his hardened personality.
Not leaving a second for Joel to ponder, your head nodded in a frantic, longing manner. If the words didn't come out muffled, due to Joel's stronger, calloused hand pressed firmly on your mouth, you would've chanted a firm 'yes, yes, yes'.
Joel removed his hand from your mouth to place it back under the fat of your ass. His hips snapped against yours, with his thrusts quickly transitioning from precise to sloppy. The way your pussy clenched and swallowed him, Joel's cock had a ring of your white, sweetness smeared around his hard shaft. He couldn't last long with your cunt, no way in hell. A long spill of curse words from Joel was muttered in the shell of your ear.
Both sensing each other's urgent need to release, every movement heightened. "Fuck, need... please... cum inside me..." Panting softly, your hands instinctively found a soft grip in Joel's graying, curly hair. Usually, he would've hated any form of physical touch besides fucking, but Joel did the unexpected, this time around. His dominant hand gripped your throat, pressing a sloppy kiss to your mouth. With a suppressed moan and hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing the slightest, you came on Joel's cock.
That milky, white consistency of yours spurted on Joel's cock, dripping out of your slit and between your thighs. Joel's face found its way back into the crook of your neck, with the tip of his cock bulging, just right, against your g-spot. "Fuck, fuck..." Joel growled. Clenching tightly around his cock, your mouth fell agape, once again, feeling a sudden fervor in the pit of your stomach. His semen squirted out of his tip, spurting a similar consistency against your cervix.
Not even minutes later, Joel returned to his brooding, persisting self. He pulled out of your cunt, placing you on the ground on slightly trembling legs. Not uttering a single word or sharing a glance in your direction, he properly dressed himself again before picking up his pistol from the cracked ground and turning to leave the wretched alleyway. His actions were leaving you in a whirlwind of confusion and hurt.
"Don't be late on your next payment." Joel called out, turning the corner and leaving your sight.
What the fuck?
🚀 authors note: whew, apologies for not posting in a while. it's gonna be a little bit till my next post, since it's exam week 😔 writers block got me down bad lately, shit's crazyy. always gotta give n pull thru for daddy joel, tho !!
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PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!! Write the mafia au. If you want to do just a little bit of exposition before the smut instead of fleshing it all out, I would still be thrilled!!! I'm so excited.
Okay! You've convinced me I'll make it! (Did not have to convince me at all I was already writing it)
Ghost liked his flat. It was more spacious and well taken care of than any shack he had been in as a child. As much as he liked it though, he never stayed in it long lately. He'd wake up, go to the gym, take a shower there and then go to his favorite place recently.
Soap was a nice person. He looked a little soft. Ghost knew he was 19, 20 in two months, and that he wanted to be in the military but had a shoulder injury in high school that kept him from doing so. Soap explained that if he could prove he healed enough, he could join but the damn bastards wouldn't listen.
Personally, Ghost saw the way Soap winced when his shoulder twisted too far and that he clearly didn't have full range of motion in it. He hoped the military would never take him. People like Soap shouldn't be around bad things like that.
"Simon! My favorite customer." He said it like the man didn't tower over him and had a fucking mask on. He was scary.
"Sometimes it feels like I'm your only customer."
"Not many people come in at 7:30 in the damn morning for a drink." Soap grinned at him and started fixing him his tea. Same thing every time. Ghost could probably make it better at home, but who wanted to when he could have Soap make it for him.
Ghost grunted in response and, while he waiting, got his money ready. He almost wished tipping was more common, just so he'd have an excuse to throw money at him. Maybe he could slide the bills into his pocket. For stealth, it would have to be his jacket pocket, but in his little fantasy, he slide it in to the pocket on the back of his pants and give his ass a little squeeze.
"Simon?" Soap broke him from his thoughts. "Someone turned off the machine for the water, it's going to be a minute." He didn't seem very apologetic.
"That's fine. How have you been lately, Johnny?"
"I've been good. Got any plans for the day?"
"Nothing."
Soap smiled at him. "One day, will you tell me about yourself, Simon."
Ghost shook his head. "Never gonna happen."
"Come on. Live a little. Let me know something."
"This is my favorite part of my day." Ghost gave him that, watching how Soap blushed and smiled.
"Thank you, Simon." The tea finished and handed it over to Ghost. "I'll see you tomorrow?"
"Always." He smiled at him.
Ghost left quietly. He hated this part of the day. He liked pretending to be normal.
So he went to work. The boss waved at him and smiled. "There ya are." He was a strangely jovial man considering their line of work. "Need you to deal with a guy that's been causing problems tonight."
"I see. What's his deal?"
"Same thing it always is. A junkie not wanting to pay his dues." He sighs.
Same old, same old.
He sticks around. Great thing about the mob is how neat they keep things. Maybe that's just Price. But there are records for everything. Nothing happens in Manchester that doesn't get a little page about it.
Ghost doesn't deal with it much. He's a glorified hit man. No need to clean his hands and work on something as tedious as making a note of every ounce of coke currently sold versus coke in a warehouse.
So he stood next to his boss and acted as an intimidating guard dog.
Once it got dark, he got the address of the junkie from one of his... coworkers and he did what he always did. He went there with a knife and made his way down the halls of the flat.
What a shithole.
It was... vaguely grimy in the way all cheap places feel. His mother cleaned constantly but it never felt quite clean enough. He wandered right to his door and raised his hand to knock.
The junkie opened the door and Ghost decked him. His target hit the ground, barking something out about if Ghost "knew who he was" and "how he was a powerful man".
Ghost put his foot on the man's chest. "John Price sends his regards." He put more weight on him, crushing his ribs under his foot like dry grass. A creaking sound came from the bone doing its best not to fumble and break underneath him.
"Wait. No. I said I'll get him his money. No need to do anything hasty."
"...What a fucking waste."
Ghost lost track of how long he hit the other man. Just that he knew it hurt. He beat him until his hands hurt. He ran his fingers through the blood on the floor, finding two teeth. After he was done, he double checked to see if he was breathing, he needed him alive to pay his debts, and he left the apartment.
Down the hall, holding groceries, was none other than Johnny. The gorgeous man. He saw the blood on his hands and paled.
"Simon?" He seemed unsure, like he might have the wrong guy.
Ghost lifted his finger and put it to his lips.
Soap swallowed and stared at him as Ghost left.
Simon thought that was the end of it. A disappointing end to an innocent thing he had with him. While he had hoped to at least get his dick wet for the first time in ages, he could admit defeat.
Ghost went back and gave Price the teeth. Blood got his desk but he just grinned. "You did great. Thank you." He smiled at him. "Sit down with me."
Ghost sat in the chair across from him and took the drink. He lifted his mask up for just a moment before drinking it.
They discussed some local happenings for a few minutes before someone knocked on his boss's office. "What is it?" Price called out, leaning back in his chair.
"Caught someone sniffing around."
"Well, bring him in then."
Ghost sighed. "Fucking hell."
Soap was flustered and he had clearly been slapped around. Nothing too bad though. Ghost was going to kill him. He didn't want to, but Price could be unpredictable and it was better for everyone if Ghost did it. He'd do it nice and fast. Easy peasy.
"Simon."
Oh my god. This dude is fucking dumb.
Price raised an eyebrow immediately. "Simon, you know this guy?"
"Know is a strong word."
"Is it money?" Soap interrupted, which luckily seemed to be more amusing to Price than infuriating. "Look, if Simon owes something, I'll pay it okay?"
Price made a face and Ghost rubbed his temples. "Johnny..."
"Look, I understand okay? You didn't have a choice in doing this an-" Ghost grabbed Soap's face and yanked him down so he'd half fall into him.
"Johnny. Keep quiet, yeah?"
Soap paused, face slowly turning more red.
"That's cute." Price laughed. "How old are you kid?"
"I'll be 20 next month."
"Cute. I guess he is in your age range, Simon."
"Sir it's not like that. At all." Ghost tried to explain, finding this more than a little embarrassing.
Price grinned. "Simon. Here's what you're going to do. You're going to make sure... Johnny here never, ever comes back. I'll leave it up to you. Want to put a bullet in his head? Go for it. But if you want to just break his legs... you can do that too."
Soap started to struggle. "Simon, you won't hurt me, will you?" He looked so distressed.
Ghost sighed. Fucking hell. He grabbed him by his coat and dragged him away. "I'll deal with it, Price."
Soap tried to get his bearings but just couldn't, feet unable to get on the ground properly. "Simon, wait, please."
Ghost pushed him up against the wall in a spare room and fit his hands around his throat. "You're an idiot. You get that right? Following me like that."
Soap had to stand on his tip toes, hands around Ghost's wrist. "I'm sorry."
Ghost growled at him. "Listen up. You're going to go home. You're going to go back to work tomorrow. And you're never, ever going to come back here. You understand me?"
"Yes, sir." He swallowed against the hand holding him.
"Good. You're not going to breath a word of this to anyone. Ever. And if you do, I'll make sure you never breath again." He pressed against Soap, crowding him.
And crowding the hard on he was wearing. He glanced down at how Soap was trying so hard not to grind against him.
"Oh.
Oh."
Soap flushed and whined. "I'm sorry. I..."
Ghost rubbed his thigh gently against him and watched him moan. "Fucking hell."
He picked Soap up by his hips and placed him down on a table, pushing him back so he'd lay down. Soap pulled his shirt up and off while Ghost unbuckled his pants and shoved them down. He grabbed Soap's jeans and yanked them down. "Your little white knight act was cute. Coming in here to save me. What were you going to do? Pay off my debts? Fight your way through them?"
Soap went to snap back at him but Ghost trailed his fingers along his cock and he quickly shut up.
"You're brave. I'll give you that. And god I want to fuck you." He spit on to his fingers and grabbed him, teasing his hole with the pad of his finger. "You going to let me?"
Soap tried to push against him. "I'll beg you for it. Got all undressed for ya."
Ghost slapped his thigh hard, watching him jump. "You're a fucking slag." He pushed his finger in gently and growled at the way the flesh gave.
Soap groaned in a mix of pain and pleasure. "No, it's not like that..." For a moment, Ghost worried he'd struck a nerve but Soap was rocking against his finger with vigor, trying to get it in deeper.
"Then what's its like? You just like this for me?"
"Yes. Just you." Soap promised, looking up at him. "I've wanted you for so long... I was just so nervo-" Ghost sank his finger the rest of the way in to make him shut up. He used some of the oil they had around to make it a bit easier and started to work him open.
"You're going to be good and tell me if it hurts too much, won't you?"
Soap nodded and braced himself against the table. Ghost used some of the... precum dripping from Soap's cock to stroke his own, getting himself nice and wet. He grabbed him by his hips and pushed in nice and slow. Soap's mouth fell open right before he screamed.
"Fuck you're so big I don't know if i can... So big..." His legs locked around his hips as he whined. He kept whimpering and crying out as Ghost just pounded into him. Those nice legs of his were up in the air and trembling as he took it.
Ghost kissed him hard and then pulled away to let him keep yelling. He should've been more careful with him. Distantly, he knew that. But Soap was gagging for it, begging him in between cries. He grabbed him tight and pulled Ghost to his throat which he peppered with kisses.
"Please don't stop! Please! Don't! Stop!" Soap choked when he came, cum spilling over his chest.
Ghost finished inside him, feeling how tight he clenched around his cock. He thrust in a few more times before sliding out. Silently, he dressed Soap and fixed his belt.
Soap rubbed his face to get rid of the tears. His legs were shaky.
Ghost looked at him for a moment. No outward marks. He didn't bite at his throat like he wanted to. But the limp he had was obvious.
"Johnny..."
"Simon..."
"Sorry. Was I too rough with ya?"
"No! No. i enjoyed it. A lot."
Ghost grinned under his mask and grabbed a pen. On Soap's wrist, he wrote his number. "I know where you live. You feeling lonely, send me a text." He squeezed Soap's ass and sent him on his way.
The horrified looks everyone else gave him clued him in to what they thought happened. It was for the best. If they thought he tortured Soap, they'd at least let it go.
Price stared at him, looking just a little confused.
"Let him off with a warning."
"I see..."
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So I was reading this blog post/article about adrenaline rushes and bipolar disorder after reading @moonbiine and @stillfrownyclownlol's posts about Aiden having BPD and the author was talking about their latest adrenaline rush.
Essentially they were doing the Edge Walk at the CN Tower, in Toronto, ON. When they got down, they said the adrenaline rush was amazing and that they couldn't stop smiling afterwards. It didn't feel like hypomania and they realized for the first time that they feeling something besides pain and depression. That felt like a person.
They realized it was kinda depressing that it took hanging so high in the air and putting themself in danger to actually feel that way.
But to a little kid, feeling like that, riding that high after feeling like shit for so long? It's no wonder that Aiden became an adrenaline junkie.
Every time we see little Aiden, he looks miserable and depressed.
So maybe one day, his parents decided to take him to do something super exciting to try and cheer him up. And then he felt that rush of adrenaline, the pride of accomplishing such a dangerous task and he was hooked.
His parents were probably glad he started to smile and pick up new hobbies, even if each one seemed more dangerous than the last. So they indulged him. Let him do what he wanted as long as he was happy.
I mean, why else would he be able to do all these things when he would permission/supervision from his parents for like half since he's 15-16 years old?
Although, Red recently said that she did write him with ADHD in mind and a lot of articles said that, "People with ADHD may compulsively seek high-dopamine activities and stimuli to achieve a dopamine rush, so people with ADHD may be more likely to engage in impulsive and risky behaviours. An individual may seek any situation that incites a strong burst of dopamine in the brain.
People with ADHD may describe themselves as adrenaline lovers, never satisfied, and always seeking what is out of reach." Or something along the same lines.
Either way, him having bipolar disorder, BPD or ADHD is really cool and I'd love to see more people talking about it.
(Please forgive me if I accidentally said something potentially incorrect or offensive, I'm not claiming to be an expert on either disorders.)
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094 - Short Story/Novella - Nona (Skeleton Crew) & The Gingerbread Girl (Just After Sunset) - Guest: Kim C (UnderratedSKPod)
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Can someone write a fanfic of andrew (and the foxes maybe) reacting to pictures of baby neil?
like.. at some point his father or the moriyamas send a box filled with baby neil pictures to the fox tower just to mess with neil’s head, and we get the foxes reaction to seeing neil as a young child. Possibly seeing the fresh wounds of scars they’ve only seeing healed, wounds that have no business being on such small child.
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Within the pictures, there’s a picture of baby neil siting on the floor crying with a recent iron burn on his shoulder. It looks so much bigger in his much smaller toddler body, and so red and bloody it’s painful to look at.
When looking at the pictures neil acts as if it’s nothing, like it doesn’t really matter that there’s pictures of him in such states and he just let the foxes react to his old reality. But only one person can see the small hurt in his eyes as he watches the foxes, and as he comes face to face with pictures of himself he’s never seen before.
If Andrew casually pacs all the pictures back into the box and puts it somewhere only he and neil can access, no one comments
if Andrew follows neil into the bedroom after the ordeal, giving the foxes a look that says “don’t ever talk about it again”, no one comments
and if that night andrew spends an extra time kissing every old scar on neil’s body and trying to not let the anger of seeing the most innocent version of this boy, who was so hurt and so abused at such young age consume him, neither of them comments
and if neil lets tears leave his eyes in mourning for his child self that didn’t understand why he had to live through that.. that’s just for neil and andrew to know
because neil needed someone to hold him through the tears and andrew was there to keep him together and kiss his tears away until they both fell asleep, maybe they where holding on to each other a bit tighter than before, but that’s just something they silently agreed on needing right now.
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can someone write this??? andrew taking care of neil and the foxes coming together in a agreement of caring for their junkie?? i feel like this could be so goooooood
edit: please let me know if you write it i want to read it :))
This idea came when i was watching this video!!
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The Nanny Who Has His Heart ♡
Brahms being Brahms, poorly written but idc rn, reader is a bit shorter than Brahms, let me know if you want a taller vision, I got you, Brahms trauma kind of came into place, might make a part 2, let me know if you want one, might be smut, fluff 😏, who knows??
Brahms falls through the wall, what happens next?
Brahms hated being confronted, hated it. When his mother found out about something bad he did, she would corner him. She would yell and yell until she felt she had gotten her point across. Whether Brahms liked to admit it or not, he was a sensitive person.
As a child he felt as though no one ever listened, his mother to busy trying to impress the other mothers, and his father to busy doing whatever he did. After the incident he felt as though he was underwater gasping for air, and every time he would try to explain what had happen, his parents where pushing him back down. Making him scared and vulnerable.
Nanny after nanny no one could feel that hole that was aching inside Brahms. He tried to busy himself, tried to make the nanny’s like him, love him. That’s all he ever wanted, was acceptance and love, most of all, he wanted to be noticed. He wanted to be seen for who he was, not some wall rat. It’s not his fault, it was his mother and father, they made him feel as though they were going to save the day, but in the end Brahms was the one who had to pay for what they did.
Brahms hated them for years, and then you walked in, and he couldn’t help but want to thank them for finding you. He would never forget the day you walked in. He remembers it so clearly, how could he not, that was the day he saw the love of his life, his soulmate.
Brahms hated when his parents would keep hiring nanny’s, and as soon as his mother alerted him you had arrived. His plan was to torment you, to scare you like the others. But when he had set his eye’s on you, he didn’t have it in him. How could he hurt this goddess, he felt pure hatred against himself. How could he, he say and think such horrible things about you, he felt sick.
You were lovely, you were everything Brahms had ever wanted. He finally felt as though you were going to fix that aching hole inside him. He thought, no he knew you were it for him. You were the one, there was no doubt in his head that you weren’t.
Which is why it hurt him to see you yell at him. His plan was to try and find away for you to slowly fall in love with him. But first he needed a plan for how to get out of the walls.
He was so distracted with you today that he didn’t noticed that the wall he had been leaning on all these months, was breaking. The wall had fell through when you were reading to the doll. He can never forget the way your eye held terror, he only wanted you to love him.
Your thoughts were racing a thousand miles per hour. You brain trying to figure out what is happening you realize he’s been watching you. You yelled and yelled at him. Brain on highwirer, thoughts faster than human body movement. Thoughts of what he saw, and what he's been doing. His voice breaking you out of your thoughts.
"I'm sorry, please, please stay." Looking up to see his towering frame, large shadow. The storys of the fire coming to mind, not really knowing if you should have empathy or pure hatred and run like your body is telling you to. Looking at the mask that is practically identical to the dolls face, you up into the hole where to glossy light blue eyes staring down at yours. Even if you did run, what would come of it, getting away, from what? Away from this hunky junky of a man, he stinked a bit, but you could look passed it for now. To stuck in your thought you didn't register Brahms inching closer and closer until his forehead was touching yours.
Slowing moving your hand up to his face, you cradle the mask.
"I, you just scared me is all." Saying with a little stutter at the beginning from trying to find the best way to come up with an answer. This was unknown territory, you didn't know if he was just ready to pounce on you, you could take the chance and just try and figure this out, try to find out what the hell is happening. You decided for the latter.
What did you have to lose?
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Voretober Day 6: Comfort/Bet
You're quite the horror lover and thought that you would have little problem spending a few hours in an abandoned castle. Unfortunately, it wasn't quite abandoned...
Why had you decided to take this dare? That question repeated itself in your head again and again with each step you took towards the entrance to the castle. For centuries, your town had circulated rumors that a vampire count lived in the dismal keep that towered some distance from the town. You were a bit of an urban legend and horror junkie, and had tried to do your fair share of research on the history of the castle.
In the week leading up to Halloween, some of your friends had dared you to visit the keep and try to find the vampire that lurked there. It seemed fun at first, and appropriately spooky, but the drive there had you filled with doubt. After all, there was a difference between saying and doing. But the place looked stable enough up close…you’d be in and out. Just an hour or two hour adventure. Right?
Equipped with your phone, a flashlight, a water bottle, and snacks, you swallowed your nerves as you stepped up the stairs to the massive, oak doors. One of them was open just a crack, giving you enough space to shimmy your way inside. The inside was appropriately massive; there was a surprising lack of dust or debris for an abandoned keep. Moonlight flitted in through the windows, illuminating a long, red rug leading down a vast hallway.
Heading down the main hall, you gazed at a line of portraits hung up along the walls. Each one depicted men and women with ashen flesh, white or silver hair, and fancy clothes in red, black, and gold colors. It really did feel like you were in some vampire movie. You chuckled softly to yourself, half expecting a swarm of bats to burst out of nowhere.
Each room of the castle seemed to be well maintained. You’d honestly been expecting something more spooky and dilapidated. Who was keeping this place up and running? Was some dedicated preservationist camping out here, or repeatedly making that drive up the mountain road? As you stepped into what looked like a parlor, your eyes traveled over the plush furniture, blood red rug, golden candelabra holding flickering candles…
Wait a minute…that candelabra was lit. If this place was abandoned, then where did the fire come from? The sound of footsteps made you freeze. Either that was another explorer, a thief, or this place really wasn’t vacant. You looked over to the nearest hallway, trying to think of what you might say to this stranger. But when the man stepped into the parlor, all possible words left your mind.
The man was about eight feet tall, as pale as the people in the portraits and having messy silvery hair. He wore an incredibly ornate coat and suit; red, gold, and black, decorated with bloody rose pins and shiny rubies. He wore an equally fancy top hat with a golden bat pin, and long, thin batlike wings extended out from his back. His blood red eyes sized you up, his pointed ears perking up.
“Ahh…a visitor? I haven’t had any visitors in quite a long time…” he said. “Welcome to my home, dear. Please, don’t be so afraid.” But you were frozen. The vampire was real…here, in the flesh, and you were an intruder and likely prey. Fear and instinct kicked in, and you turned and fled back down the way you came. Screw the bet, you weren’t being drained tonight!
“Wait! Please, don’t run!” he cried. But you ignored him, trying to find your way back to the entrance. As you dashed around corners and through hallways, it quickly became apparent that you were lost. The moment you stopped to catch your breath, a large, silver bat flapped up before you, instantly transforming into the vampire you’d just fled from. “I’m sorry, but I cannot let you leave just yet!” he exclaimed, towering over you.
The Count’s ruby-red eyes suddenly glowed. You cowered back under his intense stare; he somehow seemed taller now, growing by the moment. Looking down at the floor, you realized that it was getting closer. He wasn’t growing-you were shrinking! You turned to run again, but the Count grabbed
“There we go…it’ll be okay, luv,” he said softly, gently petting your head with his thumb. “I’ll just tuck you away for a bit…keep you close to me…” You wriggled in his hold, trying to make sense of his words…and then he held you up and opened wide. The candlelight caught on his fangs, glinting like ivory spears.
“No! Don’t eat me!” You cried. The Count only gave you a soft look before slipping your legs into his mouth. You froze in fear of being sliced on his razor sharp fangs. You shuddered at the feeling of his saliva soaking your pant legs, his tongue sliding against your lower body. All you could do was watch helplessly as your feet slid into his throat.
The vampire was slow and gentle as he slipped you further into his mouth. Your hips slid past his lips, your legs engulfed by his throat. You tried pressing against his lips, but he slurped in your belly, then your chest, leaving only your head visible. The tip of his tongue slid out and curled around your head, pulling you all the way inside.
Your fate was sealed as the Count’s mouth closed behind you. You were up to your hips in his throat, your back pressed against his tongue. Now that you were completely inside, the Count was swallowing you faster, pulling you closer to your slimy doom. Your struggling did nothing to make the vampire spit you out. You tried to grab onto his uvula, but your hands slipped from the fleshy tab. One last strangled cry left you as you were engulfed by the pulsing abyss.
You clawed at the slimy, squishy walls of the vampire’s gullet, one more futile attempt to save yourself. You felt your devourer shudder, his fingers pressing against the bulge in his neck. It was a long, constricting slide down to his stomach, and by the time you were squeezed inside, you felt like your very bones had been beaten.
Shivering, you took out your flashlight and looked around. It was a pink, balmy pouch, about the perfect size to hold you. As if you belonged here. You curled up, whimpering, especially as the Count started to rub you from outside, as if you were just a snack to him.
“I’m…I’m sorry, my dear…I shouldn’t have done that…” he murmured, gently stroking over you. “For decades it has been only my butler and I, and the loneliness has been crushing. I promise not to hurt you…and I will let you go before sunrise. I hope that you can forgive me.”
You laid there in shock. He wasn’t going to hurt you? He did sound genuine…not to mention deeply sorrowful. You tried to think of what it would be like to essentially be alone for possibly hundreds of years. Perhaps you’d be just as desperate for company. And you had to admit, it was surprisingly warm and cozy inside this undead creature’s stomach.
Hearing the Count starting to weep, you reached over to gently rub the stomach walls. He froze, shocked. But he slowly started to purr, rubbing over you in return. He’d spent countless years longing for affection. For the first time in so long, he felt loved…even if just a little. “Thank you, my dear…” he murmured.
You smiled softly, nestling into one of the stomach folds as you rubbed him more. This really wasn’t so bad. Come morning you would likely chew out your friends for putting you through this. But at the same time, you would surprise the Count with quite a few visits after this. Perhaps more than one where he happily tucks you away again.
#soft vore#safe vore#nonfatal vore#male pred#unwilling prey#vampire pred#halloween vore#voreville voretober#voretober#prey pov#pov vore#I was supposed to post this last year lmao#vore writing
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CH 3 Ophidiophobia: Fear of snakes
Pairings: Wandanat x reader
Word count: 2.0K
Summary: Loki arrives as a snake, and you panic and try to stab him with a butter knife.
TW: Knife? Snakes. Panic (not attack just the regular kind). Mild description of shock and adrenaline.
A/n Ok so I’m not afraid of snakes but I have been in shock before, plus I’m a little bit of an adrenaline junkie (kinda) so I know what it's like. Hope you guys like this chapter. It’s been a while since I posted for the series. Sorry to everyone who’s been waiting I plan to be posting more soon (key word planning). I rather like how this turned out. Enjoy my traumatised little beans :) … also I’m Australian so i call it jam. Deal with it.
Nat had just gotten back from a mission; it wasn’t too bad, but it did mean that you and Wanda had been doing everything in your power to make her comfortable. You were in the kitchen making Nat her favourite to eat. PB and J sandwiches. You were lathering on the ingredients with great generosity, just the way Natasha liked it. Lots of jam and lots of peanut butter. You were humming the tune to a song by Rihanna you had been listening to lately and dancing around the kitchen. The rest of the team were around somewhere but nobody else was in the kitchen. Just you.
Screwing the lid back on the two jars you placed down the butter knife next to the three plates of sandwiches. One for each of you. Wanda was setting up the bedroom so you guys could have a movie day and you were also planning to grab a bunch of snacks from the cupboard for later, so you didn’t have to come back to the kitchen.
Opening the frigid you deposited the jars and went and found a tray to put all the stuff on. At this point you had moved from humming the song to singing it. You weren’t a bad singer, quite the opposite in fact. You had a lovely voice and as you grabbed the tray you were wiggling your hips to the beat. Something both of your girlfriends found cute and endearing, something they had told you many times in similar situations.
You turned around and set the tray down on the bench. Using the knife to cut the sandwiches the way your girls liked them. Nat liked hers in half diagonally. Wanda liked hers in four little triangles with the crusts cut off, much like a child which is something both you and Natasha teased her for. And you liked them the way you always did, the same as Natasha but without crusts like Wanda, you were the prefect mix of the both of them. The mediator in squabbles and the middle of all cuddles. You were the one that was probably babied the most but it felt nice to be loved in such a tender and compassionate way.
You had just finished the last of the delicate slicing when you glanced around, seeing nobody but your own reflection in the fridge door you smiled to yourself and licked the jam off the knife. Your mother would have had a conniption, you lost count of how many times you were scolded for licking knives as a child. Even if you were always careful to avoid the blade, you were young, not stupid. Except for that one time you cut your tongue on a tape measure but thats a story you would take with you to the grave, scar and all.
Drawing the knife away from your lips and licking the stick residue from the corners of your mouth you walked over to the sink and began to rinse the knife to put it in the high-powered dishwasher Tony had made … adjustments too. Somehow seeing the genius doing domestic tasks was always somewhat of a point of amusement for you and seemingly also the team. But all it had taken was an ask from pepper to “spruce up life around the tower” and the man had been following her like a puppy as she pointed out things for him to “improve.” You laughed at the memory, ever since Pepper had given the world Morgan, Tony was practically bending over backwards to do anything she asked of him and more. Poor guy. So very in love.
You had just gone to turn around to put the knife in what was basically a nuclear-powered dish-cleaning-germ-destroying machine, when you heard the unmistakeable hiss of your worst fear. You froze. Hearing the animal slither along the tiles. Gripping the knife harder in your hand you slowly turned on your heel to face it. The colour drained out of your face. Your hands shook slightly around the knife, and it took all your energy to swallow as your mouth suddenly felt very dry. Your heartbeat in your ears and you didn’t spare a thought as to how the huge beast of a snake managed to get into the tower.
Yellow eyes blinked back as you stared into the face of an emerald-green python. Its small fangs glinted with the reflection of the fluorescent lights of the kitchen ceiling. It hissed, its pink tongue darting in and out of its curved mouth. It stopped a meter away from you seemingly sizing you up. With what almost looked like a smile it opened its mouth giving you a front row seat to a perfect line of teeth that were razor sharp and you had no plans to prove that. It began to coil itself in and you were worried it was about to spring at you. Snakes did that right?
Holding the knife tighter you made a decision. In a fast movement you hurled the knife at the snake's head. You had seemed to catch it off guard as it watched the blade sail towards its face, arching nicely in the air. You had impeccable aim as always. But at the last possible minute it dodged, and the knife clattered to the floor behind it.
“Shit.” You swore. Now you had no weapon and no way out. The snake had you cornered against the bench. In other words, you were between a rock and a hard place, aka somewhere you didn’t want to be. With nothing to hold in your shaky hands you began to curl your fingers into fists and then relax them before repeating the movement. You were still terrified, if not even more so now you had nothing to defend yourself with.
At that movement the snake launched itself at you and you shut your eyes. However instead of the feeling of its fangs piercing your arms which had come up to cover your head, there was a bright flash of green which you saw even behind your closed eyes. Tentatively you peaked open a hesitant eye to look around. You heard laughing and your felt yourself trembling like a hairless cat in winter.
When all you saw was Loki you were ready to kill the frost giant. Before you could make any move, still running off adrenaline Wanda walked into the kitchen.
She paused at the sight. You were still curled in on yourself protecting your head while lock was bent at the waist, an arm on the counter to stabilise himself as he laughed.
“Whats going on in here?” Wanda asked her head tilting dangerously.
“You should have seen her face.” Loki said wiping imaginary tears from his eyes.
“What. Did. You. Do?” Wanda said taking in your fragile and scared state. She crossed the kitchen while Loki composed himself and you threw your body into her arms. With a small oomph noise, she caught you, wrapping her arms around your shaking torso and adding some delicious pressure to the hug you ground you and hopefully stave off any nastier symptoms of shock.
Loki had stopped laughing now and seemed almost concerned at your reaction. Wanda rubbed circles on your back as you shook evenly with small sobs which broke up the trembling. Over your shoulder Wanda glared at like with enough heat to melt a glacier. She mouthed to him ‘Talk. Now.’ With a glare shaper than his favourite dagger. Seeing no way out of this Loki stammered his explanation.
“Thor had told me of this mid-guardians fear of snakes…”
“You didnt.” Wanda growled protectively, and Loki swallowed trying to hide his fear of the witch, he was a god after all he shouldn’t be scared of mortals. But a protective Wanda was a dangerous creature after all.
“I did not realise it was so severe. My apologies Wanda.” He said.
“We will talk about this later and you will give Y/n a real apology.” She commanded. “Now leave, before a make you.” She said and Loki nodded and left in a flash of green that bounced off the walls of the kitchen.
Wanda drew a shaky breath to dispel her anger towards the god of mischief. Sure, it was in his nature to play pranks, but Wanda was fiercely protective over her girlfriends. She pressed a kiss to the crown of your head as you continued to sob into her collar.
“Sh sh shhh its ok sweet girl. Im here. Im here baby. It's alright. He’s gone my love. There’s nothing that can hurt you now.” She said and held you close. You let out a small whimper and Wanda gently picked you up. You clung to her like a koala. Your legs wrapped around her waist and her hands under your thighs to hold you up. Your arms where wrapped around her neck and your cheek pressed into her covered chest. You sniffled softly as the tears still fell.
“Let’s go watch a movie with natty my baby girl.” Wanda said and she walked out using her magic to bring the snacks and sandwiches you had prepared earlier.
You nodded still not saying anything, emotionally drained. Worn out from the stress, shock and pure fear you felt. You hate snakes. They were a phobia of yours since you were a child. Wanda whispered soothing words in your hair and rubbed her nose on your cheek making you let out a water giggle.
“There’s my sweet little girl.” Wanda said and you blushed and buried your face in her neck making the woman coo at how cute you were. Walking back into the bedroom Wanda mentally informed nat of what had happened not wanting to bring it up again after you had begun to calm down. Nat gave a look saying she would fight Loki later and Wanda shook her head with a smile. She gently set you down in Nat’s open and waiting arms and you clung to her like you had to Wanda. Wanda passed Nat a sandwich and she grinned. Knowing you just wanted cuddles and could eat later. Wanda came and sat beside nat and placed a hand on your lower back ti rub soothing circles.
“You did it just the way i like Detka.” Nat said and you nodded softly into her chest. You were laid on top of her. Your legs either-side of her thighs as you wrapped your arms around her back. Your front flush to hers and face buried in her chest. Wanda chuckled softly at the position. It was one of your favoured ones. You turned your face to the side and your cheek smushed against Nat’s chest. You glared at her and poked your tongue out before burning your face again. Wanda only chuckled harder and nat paused her eat to rub your back.
“Are you being mean to wanda baby?” Nat said with a hint of amusement in her voice.
A small huffed out “no.” Was heard from the fabric of her shirt and Nat stifled a smile at your antics. They could hear the pout in your voice.
“Really now?” Nat said sounding amused. “Cuz, you know what happens with you are.” She said and you shuddered.
“No.” you said again and nat and wanda shared a demonic grin before they began to tickle you. You squealed and began laughing.
“S-stop. S-tooopp” you whined and after a bit both redheads relented.
“It's not fair your both not ticklish.” You huffed and Wanda and Nat laughed.
“Come here baby.” Wanda said and opened her arms.
“No. Comfy.” You pouted and wanda matched the expression.
“Then I’ll come to you.” Wanda moved closer and curled into Nat’s side throwing an arm over you. She had selected a romcom to watch and the three of your settled in for the movie. Wanda passed you the sandwich and you dropped crumbs on Nat’s shirt much to her amusement. After an afternoon of tlc and some much-needed cuddles. You were feeling much better. Loved. And all thoughts of snakes gone from the crevices of your mind.
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#Ophidiophobia#fear of snakes#snake phobia#phobia#afraid#panic#snake#loki odinson#loki laufeyson#loki marvel#Loki#marvel#sicfic#the avengers#wanda maximoff#wandanat#natasha romanov#wanda marvel#natasha romaoff#wandanat comfort#wandanat x reader#emotional hurt / comfort#hurt/comfort#tlc#comfort#scared r#scared reader#soft wanda#soft Natasha#reader is ticklish
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