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thedivinershiddenarchive · 1 year

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— Incubus in the Forest.

cw. fem!reader, incubus!character, dub-con, praise/degradation kink, implications of somnophilia, overstimulation, implied breeding kink, possesiveness (may not fit all characters listed)

a/n. i love going through the gonewildaudio subreddit for fanfiction ideas because i don't have motivation to make my own and my askbox can't peak my interest that much and guess what. i found some incubi content and now i wanna write a thirst about it.

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All you wanted to do was camp with your friends. They were all joking about demons and horror stories and one of them popped up the concept of incubi, talking about how they go through the dreams of women and have sexual intercourse with them that would soon lead to death if the partner has too many sessions.

All of you brushed it off to the person just being weird or downbad. You were part of them because the idea of a demon going through dreams of unconscious women and fuck them in there sounded ridiculous. Thank god it wasn’t real and just a piece of folklore or mythology.

That was what you thought. You wished you were sleeping in the tents of your female friends because the so-called fictional demon was haunting your dream. Or better to call it, ‘Dreams.’

“It’s been a while since I’ve seen a cute girl like you went to this forest. No one ever dared visit here anymore because of those rumored incubi haunting the place. So it’s good that you haven’t heard them.” you frantically looked around, you weren’t in your tent anymore. But in a red Victorian room you aren’t familiar with.

Suddenly, the bed sinks and you look at the source. You faced a man with pointy red horns and a tail that was swooshing around excitedly at the sight of you. His eyes almost lit up as he crawled right in front of you, “I have to say, you look more appetizing up close than watching you from afar.”

He was… watching you? You have to admit he was quite sneaky because the forest wasn’t that big at all nor did it have many trees for people to hide in.

“I might save you since it’s been a while since I’ve gotten someone so… Lovely.” he breathes in your scent, snuggling into your neck and licking it. “Gods, you’re making me crave you more and we haven’t even started yet.”

You gulped, furrowing your brows and gasping as you got pinned to the bed, his fangs biting down your skin as he sucked your blood. He lets out a satisfied groan at your taste, pulling out with his mouth stained with red substance as he seductively licked them. You were trying to push him off while your screams were muffled by his bigger and muscular body.

You tried punching and kicking but he wouldn’t budge. He was much stronger than you are and he only stared at you with a pleasant smirk. He thought this was so entertaining seeing you deny him. Who do you think you were to push away such a handsome guy like him?

“Why don’t we get started? I’m so impatient right now.”

Fuck, you haven’t felt this full in a while. It’s probably because this so called demon was pent-up for a long amount of years that he got hard at the sight of a new victim to fuck.

But since it’ll be a very long time since he’ll get another dupe he was gonna save you and follow you around since you were the first person in a while to visit the forest. The bite on your neck served a purpose and that every time you slept, he’d appear and use you however he wanted.

Though he wanted to be careful since he’ll take your lifeforce away and make you insane. It’s been years since he’s gotten some good pussy to fuck and he didn’t want to harm you in any way. Well, the more the two of you had sessions like this, the more needy you are for the incubus to fuck you.

He was in awe of how much power he had over you. You were much more adorable than all the other women he slept with. He wanted to keep you to himself, even if it meant it would make you a desperate whore for him to play with however he wanted.

He groaned and kept you closer to him, your body flushed with his as he continued ramming you over and over. His tail couldn’t stop moving from how much pleasure he was receiving, he didn’t even know how long he had been fucking you. It must’ve been hours which were just a few minutes in real-time but in this dream? It’s much longer. Which would be quite advantageous if he could be honest.

“Ahah, you’re so good for me. I might wanna keep you for myself.. Might only want you instead. I can’t find anyone whose so fucking slutty like you are.” he moans when you tightened around him more. You were practically choking his cock to death.

He traps you on the headboard, having your legs around his waist so he could have better access to your pussy and have his cock reach deeper inside of you. Ah, it felt so good having him touch places you weren’t able to touch.

The red sheets were stained with your blood and the mix of your and the incubus’ cum. “I can’t get enough of you, sweet girl.” he soughs into your lips, ramming into you like you were the last woman he’s ever gonna fuck.

You couldn’t say anything, hell, you couldn’t do anything from how strong his grip on your body was. It’s almost as if he had control over you instead of you. “Gonna come again, take it like the good slut you are.”

You let out heavy pants as he emptied himself into you again. Your body was shaking against his, your chest heaving uneven breaths as you tried to catch them. He only chuckled and cuddled into you with his arms around your waist, keeping you close to him, making sure his cum doesn’t leak out of you. “Why don’t we go for another round?”

“D-don’t think I can go anymore..” you whimpered as he only grinded his hips in response. “Sure you can! Don’t go sleeping in your dream now, you wouldn’t wanna know what I’d do with your body if you went unconscious on me.”

He was right. If you sleep in your dream, you’ll most likely go through another deeper layer of your unconsciousness and it’ll be difficult to wake you up. You definitely don’t wanna have the knowledge of him using your sleeping body as he wishes, so you try to open your eyes wider and see that same shit-eating grin you despise.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” his little bat wings flapped in excitement as you only threw your head to the side and glared at him. “Don’t be like that, you don’t want me to go rougher on you now.”

“Not like you were gentle in the first place.”

“Hah! I can’t argue with that.” he picks you up, making you straddle his lap as he hovers your hips over his erected cock once again. “Take a deep breath, this is gonna be much longer.”

#notsodivininglover ; king’s pages #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #childe smut #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #tartaglia smut #kaeya x reader #kaeya smut #kaeya alberich x reader #kaeya alberich smut #kaveh x reader #kaveh smut #capitano x reader #capitano smut

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y2kazoo · 11 months

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HIIII!!! ive made a MASSIVE update to my fanclone roster since i last posted i have EIGHT of these things now so i refined some refs and updated their designs to make them more distinctive! i have a lot of information about all these up on my toyhouse so feel free to explore around there if you want :D

i wont go over the details w puff and tarrare since ive touched on their lore a bit already but i will indulge in some brief summaries for the rest! info below the readmore come take a look...

first we have louis - a clone of louis wain, a very beloved british illustrator who's well known for his depictions of cats. his clone son follows in his footsteps and is as equally as obsessed with cats as his clone father was - speaking of his clone father, his favorite cat, peter, was cloned along with him and now belongs to the new louis and is always hanging around him! the art club absolutely LOVES him. he's a total sweetheart and he constantly has a line of cats following him wherever he goes. he also runs a cat-sitting service out of his house and prefers to spend down time at school feeding the local stray cats instead of studying

second is charles domery but he prefers to go by his nickname domerz! he's a clone of a polish naval soldier from the 1700's who had absurd eating habits like those of tarrare. he was made infamous for an incident where he tried to eat a crewmate's dismembered leg and only stopped because it was dragged to sea by another crewmate. so it's only natural that his clone son is best friends forever with tarrare, with them having bonded over their afflictions when they were kids. they hang out together all the time - anyways! domerz himself is a bit of a jock but in a punkish bully way, he likes to pick fights with people just for the thrill of it and has a mean streak. he's quelled his weird eating habits by smoking tobacco, and only uses his capability to eat anything as a threat when people provoke him. his favorite threat is, of course, threatening to eat people's legs. he has done this multiple times before to other students if you were curious. also he has a big interest in boats.

bela is, go figure, a clone of bela lugosi, the actor made famous for playing dracula. the thing is, while his clone father was just playing a part, due to his clone father's legacy, his clone son believes HIMSELF to be a REAL, ACTUAL VAMPIRE. of course he is NOT a vampire, he's just some kid, but that doesn't matter too much to him. to him he's a vampire and that's that. he's a very bombastic theater kid AND has a reputation for being a prankster; he particularly loves to scare the other students and hide in their lockers and jump out and scare them. his theater group loves him, but it's easy for the other students to find him kind of grating. he holds a giant party at his parent's house every halloween.

bosch issssss interesting! he's a clone of hieronymous bosch, a painter from the 1500's who's best known works include the garden of earthly delights and his many pieces depicting nightmarish hellscapes. his clone son is a lot more stuck up than he probably was, considering himself to be 'above' the rest of his student body, only ever sticking with the other weird kids of the school. he's fairly pessimistic and edgy and he always has something sarcastic to say. his biggest passion, aside from painting, is the long list of weird, fantastical creatures that he depicts in his works, with each of them having a meaning to him and it's own set lore. he tends not to get along with the other artists due to his standoffish personality but if someone asks him about the significance of a random critter in the corner of one of his paintings, he'll talk to them about it for hours.

mary is a clone of mary shelley, the author of frankenstein! she's a very mopey tradgoth girl if you couldnt tell by all the dramatic makeup. she hates 'the preps' with a passion and would rather be caught dead than be lumped in with them. she's one of the smartest students in her grade and makes a lot of political jokes that fly right over people's heads. her favorite place to hang out is the graveyard, specifically the graveyard at night during a full moon. when she's not there, she's at the morgue contemplating the effects of decay on the human body. she tends to stick mostly to the goth group of kids, but she hangs out with the more ostracized students too, as it's just in her heart to stand up for misunderstood people.

lastly we have db - now i posted db to my main account and a lot of people found him absolutely hilarious SO im reposting him here too! sure why not. db is a clone of db cooper, a mysterious man who vanished after hijacking a plane and obtaining a lot of ransom money. db is a notorious hacker in the school and he's been kicked out of the stem club on several occasions for installing ransomware on all the school computers. his sunglasses are a core staple of his wardrobe as he believes if he always wears them, then no one will know his identity and he'll be this mysterious figure lurking around the school - even though everyone knows his name and he's just a big dork. he tends to pick on people who have a higher standing in the school and then disappearing before they can dish anything out to him. he's also very afraid of heights, ironic because he really likes planes.

#art #oc #clone high #character design #clone high oc #fanclones

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officialstrawhat · 26 days

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The Rose Of Dressrosa- Chapter 5

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Hello! Wow, it's been forever. But on the bright side, I am completely caught up with One Piece! :D Please enjoy this Chapter!

Trafalgar D. Law x Fem!Reader

Summary:

After King Riku is dethroned, Doflamingo takes you under his wing and asks you to follow only one strict rule, "do not leave the palace alone". However, your sense of adventure is too great.

Law had only one thing in mind... Revenge. And you seemed like the best way to do that.

Trigger Warnings!: Please be advised there will be some allusions to grooming, non-con touching, and manipulation.

Word Count: 1.7k

Note: Gif is not mine. Not Edited.

Chapter 5

You hummed happily as you sat in the courtyard of the palace. You sat back against the trunk of the large tree rereading your favorite parts of your adventure book. This was a great chapter:

In the South Blue, there are descendants of wayward giants from Elbath. According to legend, centuries ago, these seafaring giants were shipwrecked on a tiny island in the South Blue. In an attempt to return to Elbath without a ship, they tried to build a stone bridge to reach their homeland. Eventually, the island ran out of stones, and the giants soon realized they would never see their homeland again. Now, every year, their descendants walk across the stone bridge to honor their ancestors...

“You're chipper,” Dellinger came up from behind you.

“So? Am I not allowed that as well?” You bite back at his comment, rolling your eyes.

So what if you were happy? Was that so bad? Whenever you left the palace you felt a euphoric bliss that only satiated until the next time you could sneak out again. Anytime you would go out it was all very secretive. At least you hoped so, you tried not to ever talk to anyone unless it was necessary. Which only made it all so lonely.

That was until you met him. Law. He was new and told you all about his adventures sailing from island to island. It captivated you.

He captivated you…

You began to blush furiously at the thought. He was attractive, that was easy to admit. But to act like this it was a feeling you had never felt like this.

“Hellooo?!” Dellinger began to snap his fingers in front of your face.

Oh shit. Was he talking to you? “Hmmm…”

“I said, Doffy wants to see you.”

Your heart sank, “Did he say why?”

“Oh yes we had a great big chat all about it over tea,” the Sharkboy said mockingly.

Rolling your eyes again, you rise from your grassy spot.

“Have fun,” he laughed as he sank to lay down on his back the brim of his cap hiding his eyes. “Hopefully he doesn’t kill you”

“Asshole.” you tossed out as you walked off.

Shit. Shit. Shit. you curse.

Did he know? Did someone see you while you were out? With some strange man no less. You weren't stupid this could be bad. You had heard rumors of how Doffy would kill if he felt like his family was put in jeopardy. Maybe if you explained…

Taking a deep breath you knocked on his massive office doors.

“Young Master?” You say as you enter cautiously.

When you fully entered his office it was empty. It had been a long time since you had stepped into his room. You looked over to his desk and there were the flowers that were browned and dead in an expensive crystal vase. You waved your hand over the petals, reviving them back to life. The act caused a memory to revive as well.

Seven years ago…

Doflamingo sits in his desk chair reading a newspaper

“Doffy!”

He looks up, “Aww there's my Rose.”

“I made you something!” You tell him excitedly

“Did you?”

You nod and reveal a wildflower from behind your back lifting it up to him.

“Watch what I can do!” You turn the one into several different colors.

“My that is something,” he smiled and placed an invisible string to the flowers and tied it together before placing the bouquet in a crystal vase, “I think it works well there.”

“Mhmm.” You agree as he places you on top of his lap. “Doffy? How many strings can you make?”

He chuckled, “How many stars are in the sky?”

“You hung all those stars,” you gaped.

“Let me tell you a secret,” The Young Master leaned in close to your ear, “Only for you”

“Y/N,” you heard causing you to spin towards the entryway.

“I was told you wanted to see me,” you said hesitantly as you watched Doffy walk over to his large chair next to the window.

“Yes. Come sit,” he said once he placed himself in his large chair, you moved to the opposite chair in front of him. Before you could sit he stopped you by grabbing hold of your wrist.

“No, right here.” he patted his lap. You felt your stomach turn. Gulping you moved and sat on top of him, causing the grin on his face to widen at your obedience.

“I am proud of you, you know,” he says pulling you closer to him, “for keeping up with your training. In no time you will be able to unleash the full potential of your power.” He ran a hand through your hair brushing a strand behind your ear.

“Will it always be Monet training me?” you ask trying to focus on your breathing as your heart beats faster against the cage of your chest.

“Yes. As difficult as it may be,” he spoke, his words trailing off before speaking again this time his voice dangerously low and slow, rubbing your thigh. “Unless you want me to step in and teach you. I am a very good teacher.”

You watched his hand inch closer and closer to the most intimate part of yourself. Immediately you jumped out of his lap, “Was that all you wanted to speak with me about?”

“No,” He chuckled, seemingly amused at your jumpiness, “I wanted to speak with you before I leave for The Reverie.”

He’s leaving? This was news to you. You had heard of the meeting before. He had gone before, four years ago.

“I also wanted to warn you that while I’m away-”

“Don’t leave, I know.” You finish.

He stared at you with a grin on his face, “I know my rules may seem rigid but I do so because I care.” He rose from his seat and walked toward you. “You are naive my dear and I would hate to see you taken advantage of. I've only ever wanted to take care of you. Let me take care of you.”

He towered behind you, “Perhaps the next reverie I’ll let you attend with me” he spoke lowly again but this time he snaked his large hand down the length of your back eventually resting and firmly grasping the curve of your backside causing you to take a sharp intake of breath, “On the condition you continue to be a good girl of course.”

He moved too quickly for you to even understand what was going on. His hand wrapped your loose hair pulling your hair roughly, exposing your neck to him. Frozen in place you watched him smirk and lean down to the crook of your neck. He inhaled your scent deeply before rapidly running his tongue from the base to the top of your neck to the point where you could feel the tip of his wet tongue lash against your ear.

Before you could push back he let you go. Dismissing you back to your room. Quickly you scurried out the door as Doffys laughter echoed in the room.

Four hours later you met Law just like you had planned and tried to block out the events earlier today. As you walked through the alleyways you were at war with yourself. You kept thinking about Doffy and how he held you. How he touched you. It felt- not good. But Doffy had looked out for you your whole life.

He wouldn’t hurt you.

But he just did…

Maybe this was always meant to happen?

What was it that Doffy said? “Let me take care of you..”

Maybe it wasn't a big deal. He was very clear. All you had to do was play by his rules and in four years possibly get a taste of freedom. Do what he says, stay on his good side? Allow him to touch you and-

“Are you hungry?” Law asks as they walk down the dark street pulling you out of your head.

“No,” You say flatly arms crossed against your chest.

“Ya sure? I found this great little booth down this way” Law replied. He could sense something was off you weren’t your normal cheerful self.

“It's nothing.” You push back suddenly changing your mood into one of fake enthusiasm. “Food sounds great. Let's go.”

You two walked in silence for a considerable amount of time before he brought you to a small cart parked on the sidewalk of a market street. There were so many people and Toy people that it brought a certain warmth you always loved about the city.

You knew this place although it looked different in some aspects. Your attention immediately went to the two-story building the stucco roof was a different color and bicycles as well as their seller could be seen from the new glass windows but you could only imagine a woman who looked a lot like you did now helping customers in the quaint shop.

Law passed you the food and drink he purchased and led you away from the area until he found an empty alleyway.

You both slid down the building and remained quiet until Law finally spoke. “We don't have to talk about it.”

“Hmm?”

“Whatever it is that's wrong,” he told you, “We don't have to talk about it. Frankly, I’d rather just eat my empanada.”

“I used to live there,” you aren’t sure what made you say it, “Above the bike shop. Well It used to be my mother's flower shop”

He remained silent. Allowing you to continue if you wish.

So you did. “She died. I was ten.” You felt the tears but managed to push them back. “It sucked.”

Law nodded. “To your mom” You raised your glass of bottle letting it clink to his.

You both continued to eat in silence. Law wished he could say he was pretending to care about your sad story. But he did. It made him think of his mother. He was ten too. Or maybe it was because he knew something was up the moment he saw her walking over to him. He wondered what could have- No. he shook the thoughts from his head. He had to stay focused. He couldn't afford to start caring about some spoiled girl's sob story. She was just a key to his plot and it was high time to start putting it in motion.

@rebeccawinters @mj-airlines @awkwardspontaneity @cresent-z

#one piece x reader #romance #angst #donquixote doflamingo x reader #trafalgar law x reader #fem!reader

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pigeonpeach · 1 month

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Something Happens and I’m Head over Heels

Dehya x fmab! professor reader

A/n: so I’ve done this dehya x fmab professor reader stuff in alot of compilations so i decided to do a actual piece dedicated to this idea! Its not my best work because i kinda rushed it but i promise I’ll do better!

Also suggestive themes!

You were smart and independent. A beauty in looks and brain, and also incredibly diligent. Your students admired you as you always seemed so refined, the ideal, the dream. You gave extensions for the exhausted and extra credit opportunities. That is to say you were a beloved professor of the Akademiya. Loved for your contributions and efforts, but behind it all you were human. As depraved as any could come. That mostly came in the form of Dehya, a Eremite you had hired once for a expedition you took with students, ending with a one night stand you couldn’t seem to shake off. Now friends with benefits. You had no qualms about Eremites, just pay them and everything is fine. Besides, crime is bred by poverty so rather than viewing those from the desert as less like a unfortunate amount of scholars did, you saw them as mistreated. You were always looking for charities to support and help educate and offer more opportunities. That’s why Dehya liked you.

“You have a brain but also a heart.” She said. “Both around the same size, you don’t sacrifice morality for knowledge but also you don’t sacrifice knowledge for morality in the right circumstances.”

She truly knew how to butter you up. You didn’t think so. No one is truly confident after all. Everyone is a little insecure… right? Everything was.. too perfect. It made you worry. When would it fall? Would they find out about Dehya and you rendezvous?

But also… just what were your feelings towards her. You thought she was the hottest damn woman in all of Sumeru, but was it love? You liked her, you liked talking to her, she was challenging in the right way. She sometimes was frustrating and stubborn but you had come to understand her more. Her stubbornness had initially infuriated you on expeditions but you had come to trust her. When she said not to go out today on the desert you obliged knowing she had a better sense for the coming storms than you.

The events of today were running through your head. You dissected every detail like it was a paper to grade.

“Hmm.. Collei is a diligent student so its certainly not her lack of effort. It is hard to learn literacy at her age. She’s not too interested in kids books is she.” You pondered. Tighnari sat across from you. You were at Pupsa Cafe discussing Collei’s curriculum.

“Unfortunately not. She seems embarrassed by needing them despite my efforts to assure her. She struggled with big words the most.” He commented. You pondered. Your students were young yes, mostly freshman but those were teenagers at the youngest. Teenagers who had read hard and advanced books before.

“Maybe we could write her a book. Nothing too fancy, just a visual dictionary to help her remember big words. I’m sure Kaveh would love to do the drawings.” You offered.

“That’s not a bad idea actually. I’ll collect a list of the words she struggles with the most and we’ll work from there.” His tail wagged slightly, you knew he’d been stressed over this topic for awhile.

“Do my eyes deceive me? Its my favorite little professor! And Tighnari? Its just my lucky day isn’t it!” A familiar voice caught your ears. Dehya. Tanned and fresh from a job, sweaty and all. The proud smile that a big wage would bring her.

“Oh Dehya its good to see you.” Tighnari responded politely. She sat next to you as if it was natural.

“You too. I actually was looking for you. There was this book on ancient flower species my client found but he wasn’t interested in. Figured you or Collei could use it.” She smiled. “And for you my dear professor I have a gift for you.”

“A gift? You didn’t have to Dehya really I- what is that.” Your excitement dropped upon seeing a long, huge feather. No doubt from the remains of a consecrated beast. You shivered just imagining that thing.

“Ran into one of these big fellows and dealt with him. Figured it’d look good in your classroom.” She smiled proudly.

“Its uh… nice but I usually don’t decorate my space. The teachers often share classrooms that’s why.” You answered.

“Welp itll look good in your office then.” She corrected.

“Rather impressive kill if I say so. Say what region was this specimen in, if I recall you were still in the jungle yes? It would concern me if consecrated beasts started showing up here.” Tighnari inquired.

“Hmm the barrier between the deserts and the jungle actually. It probably came from the desert. But it was nowhere near your region so don’t worry too much. I’ll keep an eye out though.” Dehya concluded.

“I’ll make sure to. By the way is there any recommendations you might have for collei? She’s still struggling to learn to read.” He asked.

“Oh collei! Oh i miss that little squirt! Hmm.. I say you reward her more for good grades. Like maybe take her to dinner if she finishes her books in time and such. Although that might fuel her fear of failure more.” She pondered. You couldn’t help but eye her sweaty body though, she absolutely smelled horrendous but your depraved mind could only think of how she smelt that way after a passionate night where you would be left gasping for air usually pinned or tied up in someway as she’d grin at you. Saying some cocky phrase like ‘now you’re quiet? You were so chatty before~’ to make you tense up and blush. God that thought made you tense as you shook your head to clear it.

“Are you okay?” Tighnari asked.

“Hm? Oh yes, just was thinking of those papers to grade. I’ve had alot to grade recently so I cherish the breaks i get, as well as the existence of coffee.” You held your cup to the skies like a prayer jokingly and took a sip.

“So you’re pretty worked up huh? I always know a few relaxation methods you and I could try.” She winked while Tighnari’s ears folded in annoyance. You tried not to show your embarrassment.

“I’m fine, I’m not done yet with them, but back to our main topic of Collei.”

From then the conversation was as usual. Eventually the idea of Collei getting a library card was formed and Tighnari left. You excused yourself to go back to the office to work. Although your papers weren’t helpful. You sighed. You were glad you had a week off, that way you would have plenty of time to finish grading. You looked back at that feather, you had placed it on your bookshelf that held many personal items, you smiled subconsciously before going back to work.

A knock at your door interrupted your peace. “Come in.” You said, expecting a student or colleague only to see none other than Dehya. “Oh dehya! What brings you here?”

“Well, Candace wanted me to deliver a thank you present from Aaru village. I heard you are helping fund the library Kaveh was helping to build. Course I know you helped out more than just that but Candace wanted me to ensure you got this.” She placed before you a mural similar to one you would have seen in temples or ruins. Of course it was a recreation, in which it depicted the schools of Deshret, with the teacher being similar to yourself. You smiled.

“Its a lovely gift I must say. Do tell her I don’t need anymore though. I simply just like to help others, I don’t need payment anymore than seeing their smiles.” You said. Dehya smiled at you with a warm and fond smile, one you had seen when a old man would look upon his wife as she came from the market. It made you a bit flustered yourself.

“You already know you’re my favorite scholar, but I really do hope the students you’ve taught end up like you. The world needs more people like you.” She said, you felt even more flustered at such a compliment. “I-in other words I wanted to also personally thank you for always being so supportive to the desert people!” She cleared her throat.

“I really do appreciate that sentiment though miss Dehya, I really do.” You said.

“Thank you so much miss! I promise I’ll do better on the retake!” Layla seemed so relieved.

“Its nothing. Just go over the study guide to see where you went wrong and see me in my office in a couple of days.” You smiled sending her off. You watched her leave as you felt exhaustion take hold. You had spent a entire week of endless grading and teaching, with only the little treats you would buy yourself to aid in your work. You had to do something otherwise you knew you would spiral into despair. Immediately what came to mind was the tavern, and Dehya.

“Must’ve been a tough week huh.” Lambad said in response to your order. You sighed in agreement.

“Its testing week so believe me I’m swamped right now.” You took your cup and downed it. Usually Dehya just materializes from somewhere when you’re like this. Somehow that woman can just smell the pathetic lust on you from a mile away. “I just need a little night of fun that’s all.. then i can get right back to work.” You grumbled. He chuckled pouring you another glass before heading off to deal with something else. You even instinctively ordered food, specifically Dehya’s favorite, Charcoal cakes and Skewers. You liked them too but your first thought was that she couldn’t resist a free meal. You sighed, when had you been this impatient? Where could she be? Well she hadn’t gone on a mission, she informs you of those things usually because you like to book her for stuff, she also is almost always at this tavern at this time.

“Boo!” A voice came from behind as you jumped in your seat, relaxing only when you recognized the familiar face. “Gotcha good huh?” She said sitting right next to you. You felt a bit more relaxed.

“I was wondering where you were at this hour.” You admitted. There was no point in hiding it.

“Figured, you didn’t order your usual but instead mine so I figured you were trying to summon me huh?” Her playful nature was just what you needed at this hour. You took a swig.

“Yep. I needed a distraction so I came here.” You said.

“I’m guessing that distraction is me isn’t it?” She joked. Maybe it was the wine kicking in but you just nodded rather than your usual defensive responses. Even Dehya seemed a but surprised at how relaxed you were being.

“You know it. What more could a pathetic lass like myself need to numb the pain.” You groaned. Dehya’s normal cock demeanor changed as she seemed worried.

“I-is everything okay?” She asked more seriously.

It wasn’t. You were loved by all but ultimately regarded as a background. To your students you stopped existing once they left the classroom, your colleagues would go on without you like always, but what stung the most and was the most bitterly painful was the loneliness that home presented. You had considered getting a pet but you worried about managing it. Even your crush Dehya was a conflict, you couldn’t expect her to wait at home for you, you knew she was a mercenary at heart, that she always loved adventures and the outdoors, you could never bring yourself to make her stay if she didn’t want to.

“Just feeling more lonely than usual. Works been keepin all my colleagues busy and my mood is in the dumps. I just need something you know?” You minimized your pain but you were still technically honest. Dehya seemed more concerned than excited like she usually was. Lambad didn’t seem to notice the shift in mood as he brought the food, but Dehya shot him a look to leave you be.

“There, enjoy your meal girls!” He said leaving to do something else. You sighed, taking another swig as Deyha observed you.

“Come on you don’t have to lose anything by telling me, archons knows I won’t tattle on you to any sages.” She said. You shook your head.

“Its not that important.” You dismiss again, but Dehya is unsatisfied.

“If you say so.” She says, but beneath her false acceptance is a plan to do something.

“Its cold outside, why are you taking me out in the wilderness at a time like this?” You whined a bit drunkenly. Dehya’s hand guiding you through the night. It was only a bit out of the main road to the city. The night was absolutely beautiful, your eyes were caught in the beauty for a moment as Dehya guided you to sit on a log while you were awestruck. The stars were reflected in the river below the cliff like a mirror, there was fireflies floating around, as if they were stars in the air that had fallen from the sky. You forgot everything for a moment.

“Beautiful right?” Dehya asked. You nodded. “You have something on your mind though. I can see, Tighnari, Kaveh, even Collei could see there was something you were bottling up. Sorry to go behind your back but we all were getting mighty worried you would end up like one of those teachers who died of stress.” She said. You were taken abakc, reminded of your circumstances.

“Its not actually because of work alone..” you paused, there was no reason to lie now,” I’m lonely Dehya. I’m a scholar, a teacher, an idol, and a inspiration who is ultimately never seen as anything other than that. I love the admiration but just once I wish someone looked upon me with more than admiration for my work but for my personality, desire, love.. I’m a helpless romantic with the worst love life imaginable.” You sighed.

“That’s.. really? Your colleagues don’t flirt with you or anything?” Dehya said.

“Nope. I know its a technically a good thing but… is it so wrong to want to be desirable? To be someone outside of my reports, my work, my job. I want to be somebody who is seen as a lover rather than just s scholar. I appreciate the respect yes, I love my job yes, I love helping people yes, but ultimately there’s no one to come home to. I am lonely, I am human. And humans are some of the most social creatures ever, they go insane without it. I tried to spend more time with friends but my work has gotten too much and… I just can’t take it anymore…” you tried not to cry. Years if insecurities veiled behind a genius mind were coming to light. “I want to be a person beyond my intelligence. I want to be loved, to be held, kissed, fucked, whatever! I just want someone to value me for something beyond than what i can do for them.” Dehya didn’t say a word, just sat by you tryng to judge your feelings.

“I-i didn’t know you had felt that way.. to be honest I’d assumed you could have just about anyone if you tried.” Dehya said. You sniffled, her ears perked as she realized you were crying. The stars illuminated your tears like the shine of a knife.

“I.. i love you dehya.. i know its not going to work. I know your heart wanders the lands and I know neither of our futures align well.. but goddamnit can you blame me? I haven’t had someone look at me the way you do in years! I haven’t hooked up with anyone but you, you push my buttons and boundaries and suddenly it does not feel wrong when you do it. When your hand touches me in areas I’d cover I don’t feel uncomfortable but rather I feel excitement. You provoke feelings in me I cannot handle and ultimately will never be able to satisfy.” You let out. “I understand if you’re uncomfortable with that.. but its how I’ve felt… i never wanted to let you know.. i didn’t want you to be uncomfortable. Selfishly, I just wanted to cling to the only source of love I could get.. even if it was just for benefits.. because I love you…”

The air grew still. You felt embarrassment and shame as all those frustrations were gone, leaving you to wonder if you really should’ve just kept shut.

“You know.. its not impossible for us to be together right? I mean, I’m not saying either of us give up our jobs.. I’m just saying that plenty of Eremites have a family at home waiting. Not always in the Aaru village you know?” Dehya said awkwardly. But it wasn’t certain enough to alleviate your anxiety, it just made you feel guiltless for assuming that.

“Could you be more specific about what you mean?” You asked. Dehya sighed.

“I do love you too.” She said. You felt your heart stop, all thoughts and emotions completely ceased. “Hello?” She said with a concerned look. You felt yourself go limp and fall onto your lap as if your spine had been removed that instant.

“I feel like a idiot.” You mumbled as you felt boneless. The exhaustion of the stress and anxiety taking over.

“What was it you said? There’s a idiot in every genius? Something like that?”

“I said that every Scholar has their weaknesses in education and knowledge, but that’s close enough.” You sighed. Dehay hovered over you still concerned.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes I’m just exhausted is all.” You sighed slowly. You truly are your worst enemy. A moment of silence passed as you regained your thoughts, Dehya trying to judge what next to say.

“Do.. do people really not flirt with you? Like.. you aren’t just oblivious right?” Dehya asked.

“I’m a teacher, that’s like the most unattractive profession. Scholars at least explore more possibilities, I rarely get the chance to do experiments on something that hasn’t been done for the past 10 semesters.” You whined. “But that’s not the point.. you like me too?”

“I think the word ‘like’ here is a little underestimating don’t you think? I mean we are grown women here, I’ve seen you naked and we have had sex. I think Love would be a appropriate term would it not professor?” That cheeky grin on her face would infuriate you normally but you were more stunned at her blatant reciprocation.

“But like.. is it just the sex? My body?” You pryed for details as she just smiled.

“Ma’am. Have you not paid attention to any of my compliments? You’re one of the smartest people I’ve ever met but you’re still so compassionate. As someone from the desert and a eremite I always get judgemental looks or viewed at like some primal savage just because I don’t know as much as they do!”

“That’s because the education in the desert wasn’t as good as us city folk have it, it doesn’t make you dumb or lesser then when you never had the opportunity to be more than average. If given equal opportunities then-“ dehya smiled at your oh so familiar statement.

“Exactly! See! You have compassion that most of your higher ups lack! You don’t write off people as dumb you work to help them! You don’t write me off as dumb just because I’m a eremite! I don’t see people like you very often. Interesting, compassionate, a little stuck up, but ultimately you’re a wonderful person! You care so much for others even if you don’t always show it as much. You aren’t just adored by your students for your intelligence but for your compassion. And for me, its a bit deeper than that. I love hearing you ramble and complain about your colleagues, i like laughing with you about petty workplace drama, i like how charitable you are, i like how you’re always willing to learn more and change your tatics, I like your smile, i like your laugh. Goddamnit I love you!” She sat closer go you now. You sat up, turning to face her more, a strong blush on your cheeks as you were left wordless, but also smiling.

“Y-you can’t just say those kind of things.. they always leave me so.. stunned.. i never thought anyone would love me if I’m honest… I.. i love you too dehya.. i want to live my life with you.. but how would it work?” You asked.

“Simple, I’ll just have to take more jobs around the jungle instead. I mean I’ve already been here lots of times, i’d just focus less on the desert unless its a very lucrative job. I’ll be home when I can as usual. Maybe we could even align it wit your work schedule. I mean its worth a shot at least?” She said, you noticed she was a little hesitant. You smiled.

“Its worth a shot.” You replied.

#genshin imagines #genshin x y/n #genshin impact #domestic fluff #slightly angsty but not really #dehya x reader #wlw #fem reader #not my best work but i have to get rid of one of these drafts damnit #suggestive themes

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oozedninjas · 1 year

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Purple led lights part II

I don't usually do second parts. I hope I made justice to the first piece!

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Summary: Sweet, sweet Donnie... what do you get when you spy on your crush masturbating and jerk off to her without consent? You get what you fucking deserve.

Warnings: 18+NSFW mdi voyeurism / mean!reader / black mail and threats / dirty talking / jerking off / video typing / psychological violence / denigration kink / Dacryphilia / coaxing / convincing / manipulating / dark content / punishment

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He couldn’t take her face out of his head. The way her eyes popped out, how her jaw dropped and her expression twisted from surprise to horror. The worst part? After the encounter, he didn't have any proper closure. She didn’t speak to him, only mumbled a small “get out” while embracing her body in a vague attempt to hide her nakedness from his eyes.

He fucked up. He fucked up big time.

Donatello rubbed his face furiously, lifting his glasses in the process. He glanced at the clock, it was four in the morning. He and his brothers arrived from patrol about a couple of hours ago and now he was laying on his bed, sleep-deprived, thinking. All he did was think, and think... God, what he’d give to shake the feeling of being a creep out of his body.

****

A ding from your cell phone woke you up. It was too late for it to be from your usual friends or family. You squeezed your eyes a couple of times, trying to adjust them to the screen light before opening the text.

>nerdypoptardlicker: Are you awake?

Delivered, 4:20 am.

>nerdypoptardlicker: I’m sorry about what happened yesterday.

Delivered, 4:20 am.

>nerdypoptardlicker: didn’t text you earlier ‘cause I panicked. Didn't know what to say.

Delivered, 4:21 am.

>nerdypoptardlicker: I can’t begin to explain how embarrassed I am. It was wrong. I don’t know what was going through my head when I did it. I’m profusely sorry.

Delivered, 4:21 am.

Donnie must feel like shit, you thought while moving a little in the comfort of your bed. He could see that you were online, but you didn’t really feel like answering. He messed up, it was only fair to let him hang a little in his guilt before saying you forgave him.

>nerdypoptardlicker: Please answer me.

Delivered, 4:25 am.

You let out a deep sigh and decided to lock your phone before going back to sleep.

****

It had been a week. A week of anxiety and overthinking. A week of not knowing anything from her but somehow he couldn’t stop insisting. How many texts had he sent now? Ten? Twenty, maybe? Donatello wasn’t sure, but he knew that at least you were reading them. You weren’t completely ignoring him which was a good sign, right?

“I don’t think it’s a good sign. I think she’s done with ya," Raph’s crude words hit him hard. Donatello wasn’t someone who voiced his concerns with anyone but master Splinter or maybe Leo, but for a thing like this, he thought that the first two would be disgusted with what he did. But not Raph, he was sure his brother had done worse and kinkier things.

“Then why won’t she say so?” The one in purple pressed and Raphael pursed his lips.

“Maybe she doesn’t wanna. You do know that ghosting is a thing, right?” Donnie rolled his eyes with a hint of annoyance.

“That’s not quite logical. if she was ghosting me she wouldn’t pop online as soon as my texts are delivered, and she wouldn’t read them,” he stated and soon he began to feel sick, both at the thought of the ghosting possibility and the smell of sweat which was filling the training room with every movement his brother did.

On the other hand, Raph started another push up set with a rather dismissive attitude.

“Who says she is reading them? Maybe she’s just leaving you on seen.” Raphael sounded slightly more annoyed by the second. For how long had he been hearing his brother rambling on the matter? It felt like for years.

Donatello’s heart dropped into his stomach before that possibility.

“Listen Don, I hate to sound like Leo here, but maybe she just needs time to get over what you did. It's either that or she really is ghosting you. You’ll know with time, but I think you should stop texting her for now. Send one last message and call it done.”

“And what should I send as a final message?” Donnie inquired, still not believing that he was asking Rapahel for romantic advice, but the truth was that Raph managed to maintain a fairly long relationship with a nice person himself.

Raphael shrugged, “Don’t know, you're the clever one.”

****

>nerdypoptardlicker: I get it now. You’re in all your right to hate me. I deserve it and it’s okay if you don’t want to speak with me anymore. I’m really sorry, for everything.

Delivered, 2:17 pm

>nerdypoptardlicker: good bye, (y/n).

Delivered, 2:17 pm

When you read that you couldn’t believe your eyes. Was that it? One week of avoiding him and that idiot was giving up on you? Un-fucking-believable. You had planned to make him pay by leaving him hanging, since you knew about his anxiety and tendency to overthink things. That was the torture he deserved. And now he decided that it was enough?

Blood was rushing furiously to your ears as your breathing became heavier. Maybe sweet Donnie needed a different kind of punishment; so for the first time in a whole week you texted him back:

>What? giving up so soon? Funny, thought you wanted me to forgive you.

delivered, 2:21 pm

You felt a pang of self-satisfaction brushing your ego when you saw him typing back after just one second.

>nerdypoptardlicker: Id o! I d!

delivered, 2:21 pm

>nerdypoptardlicker: I do! I do*

delivered, 2:21 pm

>nerdypoptardlicker: Please tell me, what should I do?!!

delivered, 2:22 pm

You smirked to yourself. Now that was interesting. You knew he had a crush on you. Hell, you had (and still have) a crush on him too, but it never occurred to you just how much Donnie was into you until he came to this point.

>Come to my apartment on Friday night and don’t tell anyone you're coming.

delivered, 2:23 pm

You had still two days to prepare your mind for what was going to happen.

*****

Donatello felt a wave of relief wash over him, but soon faded to let nervousness kick in. What were you thinking? what would he have to do? would you ask him to do something… no, that couldn’t be. Then why couldn’t he tell anyone he was going to see you? God, the possibilities were infinite. Well, if he stayed up all night he could maybe pair up all the options to make an outline of the possible ways things could turn out to be.

He got to work and before he knew, Don spent the two remaining days making stories in his head, trying to anticipate the moment with you, what you’d say and how he should answer, move, behave. The one thing Donatello didn’t want was to upset you further.

Now he stood in front of your window, fidgeting. He could feel his sweaty hands shaking a little when he knocked lightly before entering. Don called out for you and just after he spoke the lights got off, leaving him with a weird feeling creeping in the back of his neck. The sight to the inside of your place was a little more than spooky. The dark seemed to loom over him, threatening to engulf his hesitant form. Donnie called your name once again, this time his voice sounded shaky as he began to be aware of the cold sensation building in his chest.

“Over here,” your voice came from the end of the hall, the place where your bedroom was. “Come in,” you added upon not hearing him moving.

He gulped, innerly reassuring himself that he knew you. You wouldn’t ask him to do something illegal or harmful to make him pay. You were fair… but honestly, in the poor state of mind he was right now, Donatello could undoubtedly do anything you told him to, if that meant things could get back to normal.

Dark extended before him as he tried not to hit anything in his way to your room, then, suddenly there was light. Purple light. The same as the last time. Why all the dramatism? Donatello didn’t know, but it worked and it made his heart rate crazy.

You were there, dressed in black and sitting in your bed with one leg crossed over the other, looking up at him in a lurking way.

“Hi,” he muttered, breaking the tense silence.

“Oh hello,” you said in a mocking tone, “ready to pay for your stupidity?”

Your rudeness took him aback, but as expected he accepted it with the most disconsolate expression. Donatello nodded, fidgeting a little before your gaze.

“Sit” you ordered, motioning the chair beside him. It was placed a few meters from a camera mounted on a tripod. A small red light on the top indicated it was already recording. His expression fell a bit more with the upcoming realization of what you wanted: humiliation.

Donnie sat down placing one of his hands on each knee, trying to control his anxiety.

“Good boy. Now, please say clearly to the camera what you did.”

“Y/n, I-I I’m sorry I didn’t…”

“Quit apologizing. That’s not what I told you to do.” Donnie winced before looking at you through his lashes, if he had any. He resembled a scared, nervous puppy.

Donatello took a deep breath and he started over:

“I entered your apartment by the window, and… I didn’t know you weren’t home...”, he stopped, unsure of how to continue. You gave him a small push.

“But soon you realized. What did you do then?”

He could feel embarrassment creeping up his bones. Uneasiness pulsating through his skin in the most uncomfortable way.

“I wandered and wound up in your room… It smelled like you–”

“Go straight to the point, ” you demanded harshly, jolting him, “what did you do, Donnie?”

Donatello wanted the floor to open and swallow him whole. He felt a knot on his throat and his insides twisted and tangled in the worst ways, but if this was the only thing he could do to make it up to you... he'll do it.

"I saw you t-touching yourself without your consent," he said, feeling like he was about to pass out, "and it turned me on."

"What else?" you pressed.

"Y/n please–"

"What else?!" you yelled, desperate before his hesitation.

"I touched myself while you did and came all over your closet's door." Donnie’s voice was a mere whisper.

You let out a breath you'd been holding after which the sensation of a huge weight seemed to fall off your shoulders. There it was: acknowledgement. Acceptance of the viciousness committed (even if it was unintentional). Donatello was there, recognizing that he did that to you, agreeing that it was wrong and trying to make it right.

A silence – in which you almost thought he was crying – was made. None of you moved. Donatello's gaze was still stuck on the floor when he whispered, "I'm sorry."

"I know. That's why you're here," your voice was slightly softer now, "so we can make it right."

You unzipped the dark dress you were wearing to let it slip down to your toes. The sound made him look at you at last and his expression broke in surprise and bewilderment.

"W-what you doing?!" Donnie squealed while turning his head aside. His hand flew up to cover his eyes.

"You granted yourself sexual gratification at my expenses. Now it's my turn to do the same."

"What?"

"You thought the only thing you had to do was confess? honey, we're far from being over," you told him while sitting on the bed.

"Touch yourself," you commanded.

"Is this a joke?" he scoffed, his mood changing from panicked to sore.

"No, so do it.”

“I- I can’t do that y/n… this is going too far I don’t think–”

“Don’t you want to be over with this?" you coaxed, “so that everything between us can go back to normal?”

Nothing will be normal again after this, Donnie noted for himself as he obligates to look at you, slowly. His pupils blew away with the view. You were spread open in more or less the same position of the last time he saw you. Your hands fidgeted behind your back with the button of your bra and Donnie’s breath hitched when the fabric loosened over your chest.

You gazed into his eyes with the darkest of looks while slowly peeling the cloth from your body, before tossing it to the side. Your breathing was even, making your chest up and down in the prettiest form. Don was stunned.

“Answer me,” you pressed, “wouldn’t it be better to put an end to all this awful situation once and for all? Just do what I tell you… besides, you’re already turned on by all this, aren’t you?”

“I’m not!” he hushed-shout, fisting his hands over his legs as he looked away from your –almost– naked form.

“Lier,” you smirked.

He stayed still for a whole round minute before you spoke again, “If you’re not doing it, then just leave. But don’t expect to hear from me ever again.”

A piece of fabric suddenly hit his plastron and he caught it on reflex. Purple panties. Donatello looked at you in a quick motion. You were propped up on your elbows, legs wide open. His eyes suffused with surprise. He should look away. He should go. But his eyes were glued to the image of your fingers teasing your labia, gathering slick. Your cunt was wet and perfect-looking.

His breath hitched. His heart was pounding inside his plastron so fast he thought it might just rip it open, it felt hot and his stomach was bubbling. Something electric ran through him from his dick to his spine and back.

“Jerk off with me Donnie,” you pressed, your voice had softened and it came out like an irresistible velvety moan. “Do it or leave.”

You moved backwards so as to lean your back on the wall behind you. In your position, you were good and safe, while he was the only one exposed in front of the camera, facing you at the same time.

Donatello gulped, glancing at the recording device while reminding himself this was a punishment, and as humiliating as it was, he couldn’t just walk away from it if it meant to lose you. A second was enough for him to decide that you were worth it. What he felt for you was worth it. And if he forgot about pride and pudor for just one instant, Donnie could silently acknowledge that he wanted it too. To see you willingly moaning with him, fully aware of his presence. Turned on because of him, even.

One of his hands palmed his crotch over the fabric of his pants, releasing some of the tension as he sighed in relief, his eyes never leaving your form. You smiled at him.

“Good decision,” you praised, “now take it out and make sure to look at the camera.”

He nodded, his hands trembled slightly when he unzipped his pants. This felt raw and good in many different ways, but at the very bottom of those spicy feelings there was a strange sense of guilt. He shouldn’t be enjoying this, should he? Shouldn't he be mad at you for taking it this far?

He took out his cock before giving it small, slow bumps. This was being recorded. Donnie shuddered.

“Your Dick looks so hot.”

He straight out squeezed it after those words, tossing aside whatever wonders roaming his mind in favor of focusing on your voice, on the sight of you all spread open before him. Your fingers coming in and out of you at your own pace, and he got lost for a second in the way they sank into your body. You liked deep, and he burned that information in his mind.

The movements of your hand quickened. Now the sounds of your slick could be heard. Along with the small whimpers falling from your mouth, it sounded like a song he never wanted to stop listening to.

Small stroaks felt like torture now and so Donatello gripped his cock tighter and started to go faster. His mouth gaped, his gaze dark through half-lidded eyes.

You watched him closely as he moved one hand fast on his shaft, occasionally teasing the prominent head. The other ditched his pants to the side and went to palm his balls, giving them a few squeezes from time to time. A groan left his lips as he head fell back.

From where you were laying, Donatello looked divine. This was the first time you saw a mutant dick, and frankly, it was everything but disappointing. Big and thick beyond human standards and seemingly smooth. It poured a dense liquid from the tip that Don was using to lube down his shaft. You couldn’t help but think how good it’d feel stretching you out, as you wondered in how many ways could you come just by feeling it hit deep inside. With those thoughts you curled the fingers inside your cunt to bump at the right spot.

Heavy breathing and moaning sounds filled the room quickly.

“See? this isn't so bad is it?” you teased. A smirk danced on your face as he locked his gaze in yours.

Donnie didn’t speak. He feared that whatever force pulling him to do this would leave him if he dared to respond, but you pressed.

“Tell me– Tell me you feel good,” your voice sounds drunk and silky. Donnie Shrudders.

“Feels good,” he chokes out, his fist getting tighter and his pace faster. Eye contact never faded, and it was all too exciting.

“I’m close” he panted.

“Me too,” you sighed, your fingers reaching your clit rubbing circles over it for the first time in all these torturous while.

“You look so hot…” Donnie’s voice reaches your ears in the middle of the heated moment. It sounds like velvet, sensual and sincere. You moaned with the praise as more sexy incoherencies fell from his mouth.

“–I like you” he moaned louder with each breath, dragging the words in a way that sounded so sweet you couldn’t help but smile. “I like you, I like you, I like you- I– I’m coming!”

A broken cry left his mouth as he gave himself some final strokes. Don made a mess of himself. His plastron was now wet with fresh cum as his body still enjoyed the last delicious spasms. You followed him shortly after, pleasing yourself with the view and savoring every moment of the electrifying heat spreading through your body multiple contractions in a row.

For a few seconds the only sound in the room were your breaths evening as they gradually went back to normal.

After collecting yourself, you stood from your bed, moving towards the camera. Turned it off, and pulled out the small memory which contained the precious video of Donnie admitting something awful and then fucking his fist for redemption.

He observed you silently, burning your silhouette in his mind.

“Am I forgiven now?” he dared to inquire.

There is an undeniable principle about punishments: they are never meant to be enjoyed by the chastised.

“Almost,” you told him, weaving the camera memory in your hand “I just have to show this to your father.”

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missmungoe · 10 months

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titles, a little future-fic inspired by a spoiler I saw for chapter 1089. Shanks x Makino & Pirate King!Luffy.

She’d been saying it for so long it had become second nature, from the moment her belly had first started rounding under her hands, talking to the child within, to the mornings she'd work in her bar, her newborn sleeping in the sling against her breast, telling him about the boy who'd used to come running through her doors, leaves in his hair and dirt under his fingernails, and his little hands cupped around a beetle for her; the one who was no longer a boy but a king, although Makino wondered sometimes if he always would be the first, to her.

But she said it often, wanting her son to know him for what he was, ever-growing bounty and long list of monikers notwithstanding, Straw-Hat and Emperor and King. And so it only followed that he would take to saying it, too, the syllables taking shape, first awkwardly as he learned to speak, and then with more confidence, until it became a common occurrence, whenever his photograph appeared in the newspaper, or an updated edition of his wanted poster.

“Big brother!”

“Yes,” she would say, ruffling his hair tenderly where he'd sit on the floor by the bar, his little hands wrapped around the poster, showing her the grinning face on it, the boy she'd once known now a young man, and changed in more ways than just the years that had passed since his departure, his once-black hair bleached the white of a brilliant sun. But even older, and different, she knew the smiling face beneath the black print, and better than most. “That’s your big brother.”

This usually prompted an eager repetition, in the way of children learning how the pieces of their world fit together, mama and papa and uncle, and her son had a hundred and then some, each one as dear as the next. And brother, although she hoped it would be a few more years before he started asking about the specifics of this particular family tree, wonderful and complicated as it was, but Makino would tell him when he did―that brother didn't need to mean by blood, and that no one knew the meaning of the word as well as his own did, the two who lived, and the one she would make sure still did, remembered in the wide brown eyes asking for stories about him.

But accepting their relation was simple enough, the words repeated often, and she quickly learned to distinguish the different inflections and what they meant, spoken to a photograph in the paper, or shrieked at a passerby in a straw-hat in Goa’s market district. And gentler, after tucking him in, the implied request made with those wide brown eyes, “Big brother?”

“Shall we read the story?” Makino would ask, and after a furious nod, she’d read from the latest article in the newspaper, embellishing the sometimes dry journalistic descriptions with the skill of a girl who’d grown up between the pages of books, although the theatrics she’d learned from someone else (his father, who’d tell it better, Makino knew, or at least with more panache, and a flourish that would see their son shrieking with laughter), and glossing over certain segments, included to keep the navy appeased, although she could have read every word verbatim and those wide eyes wouldn’t have changed, the hero in his story untouched by the judgement of the navy and the world press, but then as far as Monkey D. Luffy was concerned, that little heart had already made up its mind about what he was.

And she’d grown so used to hearing the words, babbled to himself as he played, content in his own company as she'd always been in hers, bringing his long-time hero to life with his imagination, the brother he hadn't even met yet, that she didn’t even react, the morning it was suddenly shrieked into the quiet common room of her bar.

“Big brother!!!”

She was in the storeroom trying to focus on doing inventory (it was hard with a hand up her skirt, and she was trying her best to be quiet), when she heard it, pitched with such a shrill delight it made her wonder if the newspaper had arrived with an updated wanted poster, before another voice asked, deeper than she remembered―

“Makino?”

She nearly dropped the bottle in her hands, and only a nimble set of fingers saved it from shattering across the floor of her pantry, and that somehow still had time to adjust her skirt before she fairly threw herself through the door where it sat ajar, a deep laugh chasing her.

A man stood in the doorway of her bar, the bat-wing doors still swinging behind him (she could still remember a time he'd been small enough to walk beneath them, Makino thought, dazed).

Her son had pushed up on his feet, his little hands fisted in the cloak draping from Luffy's shoulders, wider than she remembered, and his own hands lifted to hover around the eager little boy who'd run to greet him.

For his part, Luffy looked like he wasn’t sure he’d entered the right bar.

“Um,” he said, to the toddler excitedly tugging at his cloak.

“Up!"

The demand was answered promptly and without question, but then for all his visible confusion, there were few Makino knew who could readjust as quickly as the young man before her, now holding her son and looking like he still wasn’t sure he’d docked in the right port.

On his hip, Ace was beaming, but then there was no confusion in that little heart of just who’d walked through her doors.

Luffy looked from the toddler on his hip to her, standing behind the counter, his mouth open like he was about to say something, when several more figures appeared through the bat-wing doors behind him.

“Who’s this?” a beautiful young woman with long copper hair asked. Nami, Makino knew her name, but then their wanted posters filled the back wall of her pantry.

“He’s cute,” Nico Robin agreed, appearing on Luffy's other side.

“You’re holding him weird,” Zoro said, his arms crossed, before his one eye swept the common room of her bar. Makino saw it pause on her where she stood, and the sword peeking out from behind her back, slid through the knot of her apron.

“You didn’t mention you had a little brother, Luffy,” Franky said, lifting his sunglasses where he’d ducked through her doorway.

“This must be the enchanting Makino-chan~!”

Sanji had barely made it two steps into her bar before Nami yanked him back by the jacket of his suit.

"Makino-san," greeted the skeleton politely, his cane tucked beneath his arm as he swept her a bow, even going so far as to take off his top hat. Then as he straightened back up, "Might I be so bold as to ask you―"

"No," Nami cut him off.

“Apologies for not calling ahead,” said another voice, as Makino's eyes widened, moving up the towering fishman who'd appeared behind the others, the words directed to her as Jinbei inclined his head in a bow. Then with a grin at Luffy, “Captain wanted it to be a surprise, although it seems he’s been beaten to the punch."

Still holding her son, his wide brown eyes taking in the crew around him, Luffy didn’t seem to know what to say.

"Why are you so shocked?" Usopp asked him. "Dad told me before they left. Didn't Red-Hair say anything?"

Luffy looked at him, his eyes wide, just as calm footsteps drew their collective attention to the tall figure who’d emerged from her pantry, coming to stand beside her as a warm hand brushed over her back. To Luffy, “There you are,” Shanks said, picking up a dish towel to throw over his shoulder. “Took you long enough. We've been here for weeks and we set sail from Laugh Tale after you.”

There was a long pause where Luffy just stared at him, his arms still around the cooing toddler reaching for his straw hat. Then, shrilly, “Shanks?!”

“You didn’t tell him?” Makino asked, and batted his hand away when it not-so-discreetly tugged her blouse into place. He hadn't even bothered buttoning his shirt back up.

That grin knew where her thoughts had gone, but all Shanks said was, “And miss out on this opportunity?”

“Is this why you had the others take the ship to Goa today?” she asked, as he blinked innocently. “So they wouldn’t see it coming into port?”

“Hm?" Shanks asked. "I don't know what you're talking about. That was to pick up our shipment.” When her look wasn't convinced, his grin only grew, and placing his hand over his heart, told her very seriously, “I swear on my honour as a pirate.”

"Not your honour as a barkeep?" Makino parried.

"I think I left that in the pantry with your underw―mmpppfh!"

His filthy grin was too wide for her hands to cover, and ignoring it―and her incriminating blush, which wasn't any more subtle―she primly turned to the Straw-Hats, observing them with amusement, and just in time to catch Brook as he bent his head to murmur to Nami, "I suppose that answers my question."

The girl had enough grace to avert her gaze, although the grin she failed to hide with her cough was less discreet, Makino thought.

For their captain's part, he hadn't moved, his expression frozen where he stared at them behind the bar, the toddler on his hip babbling eagerly.

“He’s processing,” Nami explained.

“Give him a minute,” Robin agreed.

“You’re still holding him weird,” Zoro said, just as Ace made another grab for the straw hat, nearly tumbling out of Luffy's arms, which saw them all scrambling to catch him.

It was what snapped Luffy out of his daze, his arms stretching, grabbing their son before he could hit the floor, to loud objections from his crew, and the shrieking delight of the little boy in their midst, made the sudden centre of attention.

"You almost dropped him!!"

"He's not made of rubber, Luffy!"

"What are you doing? Don't bounce him like that!"

"But he likes it!"

Their voices had risen to fill her bar, although louder was the laughter of the two at the centre of the chaos, as Luffy lifted him up as high as he'd go, his earlier confusion forgotten under that infectious joy.

A big hand brushed her back tenderly, his voice pitched beneath the din as Shanks bent his head towards her ear to murmur, "This is why I didn't tell him."

Her grin couldn't be helped any more than her tears, as Makino tucked her brow to his shoulder, and heard his chuckle as Shanks kissed the top of her head.

Luffy was watching them now, a different look in his eyes, one that belonged to the boy who'd stood there once, his little hands cupped around a beetle for her (a red one to cheer her up, because she'd been so sad, the day he'd left), not the king who'd returned in his place. Their son was back on his hip, the straw hat he'd sought now in his possession, so big it obscured his whole head. Without it, she could see Luffy's face clearly, older than she remembered, his cheeks without their youthful pudge and dusted instead with a dark scruff. They’d have to update his wanted poster soon if he kept this up.

Smiling, the quaver in her voice held years in it, of missing teeth and dirty fingernails and endless gifts of beetles to make her smile, a pride that ached in her chest now, as, “Welcome home, Pirate King,” Makino said, although she'd barely spoken the words when their son turned his head towards the bar, a little hand pushing up the brim of the straw hat as he said, this time with an entirely new inflection, not requesting confirmation or a story but offering a correction.

“Big brother!”

And while she might have thought once that nothing could ever surpass the importance of the first, and the dream he’d held onto so fiercely, seeing the grin that lit Luffy’s face now, Makino didn’t need to wonder which title held the greatest value, at least not to the one who knew, and perhaps better than anyone, the meaning of those two words.

#opspoilers #One Piece 1089 #Shanks x Makino #Monkey D. Luffy #One Piece Makino #Makino's child #Straw-Hats #Straw-Hat Pirates #Shanks #Red-Haired Shanks #One Piece #opfanfic #One Piece fanfic #One Piece fanfiction #mungoe writes

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lucky-bucky-boy · 1 year

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Arrogance Incarnate

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Summary: Loki and you don’t get along, at all. It’s infuriating and frustrating, except in the few moments where it’s pure bliss. Inspired by @lokisgoodgirl series Hostile F*cks that I stumbled upon a few days ago.

Word Count: 2859

Warnings: Slight angst, smut, dom/sub elements, angry fuck, pet names, open-ended ending

A/N: This post does not have any of my taglist added as my taglist is now 2 years outdated. I hope you all enjoy this piece as I certainly enjoyed writing again. Let me know what y’all think!

This is set as if everything is happy and okay, everyone lives in the compound together. Also, inspired by @lokisgoodgirl Hostile F*cks series that I stumbled upon the other day!

I do not own these characters. Do NOT repost my writing and/or fics anywhere without my written permission. Reblogs are welcomed and highly appreciated!

No one really comprehended how it got like this, some days it was better not to ask and just ignore it. It didn't start out this way, quite the opposite as a matter of fact; all warm welcomes and soft smiles inevitably turned into agitated sighs and annoyed eye rolls.

You couldn't help it though. He had become absolutely infuriating; too sure of himself, too cocky, too arrogant… Too Loki.

Nat sat beside you at the kitchen island, finishing up her food as the time neared for her to leave. Majority of the team had been assigned a mission, they wouldn't be gone for long - only 2 or 3 days - but it required a lot of manpower to assure no one got hurt. You'd been on the last few big missions so Tony let you sit this one out, figuring you'd enjoy some peace and quiet.

But peace and quiet was the last thing you would get. Since this mission requires the most finesse, the assurance that no one would make an abrupt move, that no one would steer away from the plan, Loki had also been chosen to sit this one out.

"I really hope you guys get back sooner rather than later," you huffed, picking at the last bit of the fruit in your bowl.

Nat chuckled softly, shaking her head at your complaints, "Try not to kill each other while we're gone. Spiderboy is hanging back too if you need someone to occupy you."

You rolled your eyes, standing up to clean up your dishes and taking hers with you, "Peter is an MIT student, has to travel between here and Boston every 4 weeks, has a girlfriend, is working on suit upgrades, and has friends in the city he hasn't seen in months. I doubt I'm the first person on his list of people to 'occupy'."

Nat followed you, rubbing her hand along your back as you stood at the sink cleaning the dishes. "Well, take yourself out, or have a movie night. Maybe rearrange your room like you've been talking bout. Or find a good lay." She teased at the end.

You shook your head, turning the water off and shaking your hands of the water, "Yeah yeah, I know. But I'd rather spend my time sitting in the same room as you, playing on my switch, and bitching about the same shit over and over. But I'll live. You, however, need to get going before Steve decides to come searching for you."

She sighed, an apologetic look spreading across her features. "I know. But, we're still on for that brunch and spa spot next week. I'll text you updates, okay?"

You nodded, watching as she turned and made her way to the meeting room for debriefing.

This was going to be a long few days.

You started making your way to your room, intending to grab a book then head out to sit by the pool. But you didn't make it far, hearing Thor's booming voice echoing off the walls. You stopped, hating yourself immediately for being interested in the conversation, but nonetheless you stayed out of sight.

"Be nice to her, brother. She was the only one kind to you when we arrived. Surely, you must appreciate that enough to think about your actions."

Loki's sigh was sharp and loud, "For the last time, Thor, how I treat our fellow colleagues," there was a tinge of disgust in his voice that turned your face sour at hearing it, "has very little to do with you. Besides, this back and forth between (Y/N) was started by her. For being the one who was kindest to me, she's the only one now who is constantly irritated by my very presence."

It was true. You hated to admit it, but every word was true. Shaking your head, you kept moving, trying you best to make it seem like you hadn't been listening in.

When Thor and Loki had decided to make Asgard their new home, things were rough. Loki's history with Earth made it so that S.H.I.E.L.D required them to live with the Avengers for two years. Any trips he made outside the compound had to be supervised for the first 6 months, then slowly he could gain trust.

Their arrival was almost a year ago. You had heard the many stories of Loki, mostly bad with Thor sprinkling in some good. It became glaringly obvious to you that something had to be happening at the time the others had met him, that pieces of information were missing for you to understand fully why Loki attacked New York. Sure, you didn't want to immediately dismiss the concerns, but you wanted him to feel like he had someone there who didn't hate him.

And it did begin that way, a friendly introduction, showing him books, introducing him to movies and songs. There were countless times in the beginning where Loki and you were almost inseparable.

Then the missions started, and irritation started. He was too brazen, making bold moves without discussion. More than once he had put you in a predicament where you could have gotten hurt. There was this one mission in particular, you were undercover in a club trying to collect information, Loki was your watch - the person you had been talking to had gotten a little too close, nothing you weren't expecting, but Loki apparently felt it was too much. The two of you had to rush out after Loki left the guy with a broken nose.

Sure, it became frustrating to work on missions with him, but it didn't become bad at home until after he was able to leave the compound on his own.

One night, admittedly after too many glasses of wine, you had made your way to Loki's room with the full intention of trying to flirt your way into a date with him. He was tall, stunningly gorgeous, playful, and caring. You had spent a lot of time with him, movie nights that kept you up late, stories being passed back and forth. But just as you were about to knock on his door, there was a loud, high pitched, nasally moan of his name. It was a voice you didn't recognize, your blood running instantly cold as your hand hovered over the door.

It was that moment that things turned bad. You had made an backhanded remark the next day, and Loki being Loki reciprocated. Every day another verbal dagger thrown until the two of you couldn't be in the same room together.

Tony had even put you two on an easy mission together, hoping that somehow you two would have it out and things would improve, but that didn't work. It just made things worse.

You did have it out though. The first times of many you would truly have it out with Loki. No one had noticed or caught on, not that either of you were aware of. You truly couldn't stand him anymore unless he was seated to the hilt in you, or if his piercing eyes were darkening between your thighs, or his hands roaming every inch of your body.

How would anyone catch on? Outside of your bedroom, the two of you barely even spared a glance to each other and the ones you did were out of sheer agitation. No lingering words or flirty smiles. And the only time you found him in your bed was after weeks of build up from bickering and arguing.

You closed your door behind you, sighing deeply to try to put your roaming thoughts at bay. This was truly going to be a long few days.

The weather couldn't have been better, but the moment you stepped outside the desire to be anywhere but on a bed or couch went out the door. You stood there for a moment, taking in the warmth of the sunshine and the soft breeze of air that allowed a reprieve from the heat. The jets of the teams leaving soared overhead. With yet another sigh you turned on your heels, heading back inside.

Opting to head back to your room, you passed the living quarters again where Loki had taken home for the day. Your footsteps passing brought his attention from the book in his hands, watching with slight amusement as you moved through the compound.

"Having troubles making up your mind?" He called to you.

Another huff and roll of the eyes, but you kept moving, ignoring the God's taunt.

You hadn't been in your room long before the door flew open, startling you. Loki stood there, annoyance written on his face. "No one else is here, so must you continue to pretend to hate me to my core?"

Words left you, unsure of what to say or how to feel. This was bold of him, he'd hadn't come to your room without warning before, and truly you did expect to just ignore each others existence for the next few days.

"I asked you a question." He let himself in, shutting the door behind him as he stalked his way to stand above you at the end of the bed.

"Pretend?" You asked, voice soft and throat dried. You hated the effect he could have on you - the smell of him, of leather, musk, and mint overwhelming your senses.

"Are you saying you're not pretending?" His eyebrows were raised.

You huffed, rising from your sitting position to your knees. "Loki, I can assure you, that pretending would be much less exhausting."

"Darling, don't act like there isn't a part of you that wants me." You swallowed hard, staring up at him. Of course you wanted him, you wanted him in more ways than you would admit. Loki stared back, "If you're not pretending, then why do you hate me?" His voice was almost teasing.

"You're arrogant. You're arrogant to the point that you are blinded by it." You stated.

"That's it? Did the little pet get her feelings hurt by something I said? Or was it something I did?" He teased, punctuating the end of his sentence by carding his hands through your hair and tugging tightly.

"I am the God of Mischief after all, darling. You truly didn't think that I wouldn't be a little unhinged, did you?" He tugged your hair back, forcing a gasp out of you as he started to move you to a lying position, him hovering over top of you, "We both know there's a part of you that still loves it. If you didn't, you wouldn't have your legs wrapped around my waist right now, you wouldn't moan my name so wantonly, you wouldn't even let me anywhere near your pretty little pussy."

Loki used his leverage of his hand in your hair to turn your head, kissing at the sensitive skin of your neck. "Admit it," he said between kisses, "admit you want me, darling."

A chill ran down your spine. You hated it, the second he was on top of you, you had instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist, your hands now carding in his hair. You were already getting wet, trying your best to hold back any whines or moans.

Loki didn't like you ignoring him. He bit down on the junction between your neck and shoulder, sucking hard and undoubtedly leaving a mark. He pulled back, "if you want me to satisfy you, you need to admit it."

His hand left your hair, both of them moving to roam across your body. The moved under your shift, cold fingers causing goosebumps to spread across your skin. He didn't say anything as he continued on, hands moving to cups your breasts, thumbs rubbing over your nipples through the fabric of your bra.

He was going to tease until you admitted it. Loki's hips rocked slowly against you, relishing in listening to you whine and whimper, your own hips trying to run against him, your core getting hot with need. His lips continued their assault on your neck, careful not to leave any marks too high up.

Suddenly, your shirt was gone, Loki using it magic to take it off. His mouth move to your shoulder, leaving an array of purple and blue there, making his way further down and nipping at the top of your chest.

"Please," you whined, pulling at his hair, "Please Loki."

He chuckled against your skin, hands snaking behind you to undo your bra, taking notice of the goosebumps thay spread across your skin from the feel of his hands on you. "Admit you want it. You know what you have to say."

You whined, squirming as he pulled up some to discard your bra. Immediately, his mouth attached to your nipple, flicking and sucking the sensitive bud as his hand moved to toy with the other one. He switched back and forth, your moans like music to his ears.

Moans were spewing out of you, hips rutting harder and fast. "Damn it, Loki, stop the teasing and just fuck me if that's what you came in here to do." You managed to choke out.

Loki pulled away from your chest, both hands playing with your nipples now. "I came here to teach you a lesson. Now, admit you want it."

"I want it," you finally blurted out, feeling like you were going crazy with need. "I want you, Loki. Please just fuck me."

"Good girl," suddenly, all of your clothes were gone. He sat back on his legs, looking down at you for a few moments. "Heavens, you're still just as ravishing to look at."

His were gone now as well and he leaned back down, capturing your lips in his. It happened so quickly, him moving your calves to his shoulders, lining his cock up with your core, pushing in slowly as your lips moved against each other feverishly.

Loki pushed himself all the way in, staying still once he was fully seated, watching the look of ecstasy on your face, eyes screwed shut and mouth slightly agape. It was a look he would never get tired of.

He waited until you looked up at him to pull out and shove himself back in, setting a pace that rattled you inside out. He moved one of your legs down to his waist, angling his hips and moving a hand to rub your clit.

Loud moans fell from you, echoing off the walls and sounding like songs in his ears. He kept at it, feeling your walls spasm, watching you feeling at him.

A wave of confidence ran through you, moving your other leg back down to his waist, you sat up as best as you could, carding a hand through his hair and pulling him back down to kiss him. You move your lips to his neck, making sure his would match yours in color. Hands moving along his lean body.

Pressure began to build, his relentless pursuit of both your high starting to become successful. Your free hand moved to his back, scratching against the pale expanse of skin and leaving bright red marks in your wake.

Suddenly, a hand was gripping your chin, forcing you to look him in the eye, "you're being so good for me for someone who hates me." A chill ran up your spine, the pressure in your core ready to flood and take over, "I can feel you squeezing my cock, cum for me, darling. Be my good girl and cum for me."

Between his blissfully sinful words and the rutting of his hips against yours, you toppled over the edge, immediately securing your mouth to his shoulder and biting down to muffle your loud moans. The pain spurred him on, his thrusts becoming erratic as he neared his own high. Loki came, painting your insides white as he collapsed on top of you, careful not to crush you too much with his weight as he took deep breaths, both of your hearts racing.

There was a pleasant quiet that fell between the two of you, something that hadn't happened before. It was always finished and get gone as quickly as possible, but this time he laid there for a couple of minutes, both of you taking in the bliss of not being at each other's throat.

Loki inevitably pulled out of you, taking the time to get up and get a rag from your connected bathroom. He brought it over, slightly damp, wiping the dried saliva from his own neck before handing it to you so you could clean yourself up some. As you did, he grabbed his clothes instead of using his magic to put them back on.

Loki slipped his pants on, holding the rest of his clothes in his hand as he made his way to the door. With his hand on the knob, he turned to look at you, an almost tired expression on his face.

"When you have decided you're done pretending to hate me, let me know." And with that he walked out, leaving you there to contemplate your every emotion.

#loki smut #loki x reader #Loki Laufeyson #loki one shot #Loki Laufeyson x Reader #marvel smut #loki x reader smut #loki x y/n #marvel one shot #marvel imagine #loki imagine #smut

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the-s1lly-corner · 10 months

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I want to request like. A cuddling session with Slenderman, who is having a bad day and we comfort him

(つ≧▽≦)つ

I'm addicted to the idea of him pretending to be okay with people calling him monster, but deep down he has this longing for it to stop, since he wanted to get along with the proxies and others he deemed second family.

So he like, rant about his day while reader comfort him.

Maybe get him a little fluster aswell （〜^∇^ )〜

(Take your time and have a good day/night)

All Entwined in One Web

obligatory im stuck in the 2015 era of the creepypasta fandom and ive been mulling over this sort of approach in my head for the past month because i revisited an old slenderman x oc fanfic that had a death grip on me and shaped the way i will interact with + and consume creepypasta stuff for the sake of saving grace and not revealing HOW cringe i was im not going to drop the fanfic name (unless yall dm me because!! i still wanna support the author even if it seems theyre inactive now!) i blame this author for making me a demon sympathizer/j/lh written kinda different than my basic bullet list of hcs! got silly with this one, sorry if its jarring compared to my usual stuff </3 this post is mostly just my hc on like. slender (and by extension all demon characters) being neutral and a simple part of nature that stems from zalgo (yay im finally dropping zalgo lore for my au since he functions differently in my au/hc!!) so take this with a HUGE grain of salt since i feel this deters from the main take people use (that ive seen, at least) this one ended up being more.. sad than i first intended and imma be honest i kinda got into my feelings when i was writing this anywaus i hope this isnt too cringe since i dont talk much about my HUGEhcs/au stuff/rewritten stuff so!! plus i dont usually write BIG detailed stuff like this sobsob tldr; slenderman isnt good or evil hes just a neutral piece of nature in the world and hes trying to cope with it. the demon gods really fucked up by making him sentient and able to process human like emotions

death is a force of nature and people curse it for simply being a part of life; people curse wild animals for being, and people will curse the weather

in this universe, or timeline, demons exist in a similar manner. slenderman exists simply because hes a part of that huge web of nature. of course, that includes every single ugly instinct that humans hate so so much. and he can understand why, even if its his nature.

the one responsible for that web, is zalgo. the beginning and end of everything. neither alive nor dead, all demons stem from zalgo in one way or another.

a solitary creature that prefers to stay alone in the comfort of its home, it doesnt tend to reach out to harm others unless theres harm. only really attacking people that threaten to expose it or get too close...

except, you... you were the one exception. regardless of how you managed to worm yourself into his heart, and become his lifelong companion, hes grateful for your presence when things begin to build up.

he knows that in the eyes of others, he ugly and vile, but he knows that ultimately thats what protects him. he insists that its better this way, sticking to the forest away from the prying eyes.

SURE, he could follow in his brothers footsteps and make a false human body and try to blend in with the people. but is that really efficient? is that really something he wants? hes a powerful being but that would eventually take its toll on him..

ultimately he resigns himself into your arms; once oozing powerful and command, now crumpled and curled.

he never had a childhood, when zalgo created him, he simply.

was

no adolescence, no developing, no growing. he was always what he was meant to be, but he likes to think that when youre holding him, that this is what it feels like to be so small and vulnerable.

humans had it so easy, hed think. theyre born and they die and the process repeats itself for everyone. they dont have to be feared or hated, or kill to survive.

yes, to him, being mortal was far more preferable to being condemned to being a lonely hermit who corrupts and breaks everything it touches.

even with your comfort, theres only so much that you can do; youll eventually pass on as well and hell be stuck in his cycle once more

but for now, as you hum softly and whisper nothings to him as you let him crumble; hell let himself weep just this once.

because as much as he envies your life, and what humans have, he cant deny that he cant bring himself to truly hate them, because like him, theyre simply a piece of natures web.

#creepypasta au #creepypasta slenderman #creepypasta headcanon #slenderman x reader #slenderman headcanons #slenderman imagine #drabbles #angst #really im just being silly #creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you

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see-the-ending · 11 months

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Locklyle Headcanons

@waitingforthesunrise and I had a whole conversation about this. Some of these are hers, some are mine. By the way, this is a long post.

Lucy wears Lockwood’s pajama shirts to bed.

Holly is the one who started all of the bets on how long it would take Lucy and Lockwood to confess their love, kiss, and start dating.

Lockwood is a closet/hangers person. Lucy is a drawers/floor person.

Lucy organizes her clothes by feeling. Lockwood organizes his clothes by color, activity, and how much he wants to impress Lucy.

Lockwood does the laundry. Lucy says she makes the bed but she really just throws the comforter back on the mattress and goes “Done!”

Lockwood does most of the chores.

Lucy says “Thank you, love” and kisses him and that’s his payment.

They’re literally every trope ever.

Big moment of catharsis after a fight in the rain with “I love you, bloody idiot?” Totally in character.

Saying “I love you” by accident? Totally in character.

Established relationship but then someone finally says it? Totally in character.

But you see, if the big fight were to happen…

Lockwood: *does something reckless and stupid*

Lucy: *is mad*

Lockwood: Why do you care so much?

Lucy: Because I love you, you bloody idiot!

And she kisses him.

Lockwood’s all like, “what?”

And Lucy starts storming away.

And so Lockwood runs after her and he’s like “You can’t just tell me you love me, kiss me, and then walk away. I love you too, Lucy Carlyle.”

And then they kiss.

Dinner was very awkward that night.

So something will happen, romantic-wise, and Lockwood blushes and looks like a dork.

And Lucy’s like, “Wipe that silly look off your face, Lockwood.” Then she does it for him.

And he’s all like “Well, what if I put it back on my face? Then what happens?”

So she’s like, “Then I’ll just have to kiss you more, I suppose.”

At their wedding, Lucy either wears a white dress for the ceremony and a blue dress for the reception.

She has one of those dresses that’s all shimmery and shifts depending on the light.

I like the skirt on this one.

Lockwood wears a blue three-piece suit.

And he matches his socks.

Before the wedding, Lockwood’s like, “Let me in, I want to talk to Lucy.”

But Holly’s all like “No.”

Lucy says it’s fine.

They end up kissing when she’s in her wedding dress before they get married.

Holly’s just like “Why? Why am I here?”

Lockwood cries when Lucy walks down the aisle.

He dips her when they kiss. Exactly Something like this

He has a different suit for the reception.

George also got him a tie with cartoon ghosts.

George is best man for the both of them.

Barnes is standing in the back, just watching. “Those two crazy kids. Finally.”

I have a whole list of songs for their wedding playlist, but first dance is: I Want You by Stephen Sanchez

The pure duality of they sleep together but then they SLEEP together. Y’know?

Lucy’s more flirty, but Lockwood can be really soft and make her blush.

“Hi.” “Hi.” “I love you, you know that?” “Yeah, I do :).” “I need you to believe that, Luce. I love you more than you can imagine."

Lucy’s crying because no one ever really loved her like that before.

He just hugs her.

He traces circles on her shoulder a lot. Soft gestures like that.

Lucy’s the little spoon because Lockwood protects and Lucy needs protecting.

He's like “Luce, love, it's okay. I'm here. I love you and I’m never letting you go."

She’s still crying.

He kisses the tears running down her face.

She’s like “fuck you <3”

"You don't get to make me feel like this, Anthony Lockwood" "Like what?" "Happy and sad and amazing and bad all at the same time. I love you."

Okay imagine: Lockwood's sitting in an armchair. Lucy goes to sit next to him, perched on the arm. He wraps his arms around her waist, she wraps hers around his shoulder/neck and then before you know it, she's sitting on him and they're cuddled together and she's like "Mine."

COFFEE DATES

Lockwood’s had a bajillion coffees and now he’s buzzing and hyperactive

Lucy’s downed like six espresso shots and she’s still tired.

It’s raining when they walk home.

He gives her his suit jacket.

But they forgot an umbrella so he’s soaked.

But he doesn’t necessarily mind that he’s in a wet shirt clinging to his chest because Lucy’s totally checking him out.

She keeps stopping to kiss him on the way home.

And then they get back home and Lockwood's like "Yeah I need to change" and dude just takes his shirt off right in front of Lucy.

She’s red-faced.

George is in the doorway just like “Get a room.”

So they do.

Their respective rooms.

And it’s been a few minutes so Lucy thinks Lockwood is done changing so she goes to return his jacket.

But no, he’s not.

He’s just sitting there, on the bed, without a shirt.

He just spent the last ten minutes thinking about how Lucy Carlyle just kissed him over 20 times in the same hour.

He’s grinning like an idiot.

And Lucy comes in and she's like "Lockwood, what are you doing? You're still wet and you're not dressed and as attractive as I may think that is, you're going to freeze!"

He's like "What a blissful death though."

“But if you die, I can’t kiss you anymore.”

She tells him that every single day and then kisses him to prove her point.

When Lockwood puts his arm around her shoulders, Lucy reaches her hand up to hold his so she's both making sure no one takes him and that he's not leaving.

I'm gonna make a Pinterest board for their wedding.

#long post #headcanons #fanfics #locklyle #writing #writers on tumblr #this was an impulsive decision #ari told me to #lucy x lockwood #lockwood and co

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aquabuggy · 10 months

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“Imagination, life is your creation”

Say, what band was it that wrote that song again? Escapes me… Oh well, anyways,

Happy Barbie Movie Release Day!

It’s nice to feel excited about something again.

It’s not every day you see a toy product centered movie gaining this much positive attention, much less one that deals in the existential horror of being alive. Which is, actually, exactly what I expected out of it and am very happy to see.

Barbie’s probably one of if not the most recognizable and successful product Mattel has, and it’s been that way for decades. But why am I talking about that here? This is a things-full-of-liquid-with-heavy-emphasis-on-water-games blog!

Well, you’re not gonna believe it, but Mattel being a toy company that’s been around for this long, has actually dabbled a bit in our territory! And they actually made a good couple of water games themed around a certain blonde blue eyed doll and her best friends!

So! Without further ado, may I present to you……..

Polly Pocket Tiny Games!

What? Was that not where you thought that was going?

Believe it or not, there really aren’t many Barbie water games at all, just cheaply reskinned ring toss games with a Barbie backdrop…which is both baffling and disappointing considering Barbie has had COUNTLESS beach, pool, sea, and just general water themes. Polly Pocket though? Got 6. You may recognize these if you’re a veteran of this blog.

Being one of Mattel’s latest ventures in water games, my sources tell me that these were actually received incredibly poorly, averaging at a 2-3 star rating. While definitely cute and unique, reviews often mention that the games seem to be designed more for aesthetics than actual play, and that it’s very hard to get some of the play pieces to actually move. Not too surprising looking at those cramped tanks. Wasted potential for sure!

Ohhh but I can’t just end the post there can I? That’s such a bummer! Well, what if I told you this wasn’t the first time Mattel tried their hand at making water games? What if I told you that in 1989 Mattel was one of the few big toy companies that actually dared to challenge the reign of Tomy’s Waterfuls during the peak of its popularity? Oh it’s very true, and considering you’ve probably never heard of it, you can safely assume how that endeavor went. But it’s intriguing nonetheless!

Introducing….

[ photo credit- rww121212, lb-squared, whats-in, and gilbe-niema on eBay ]

Trouble Bubbles/Fun Bubbles

Documentation of these online is mostly limited to listings on buy-and-sell sites (As always. I can’t stress how vital these sites are to conserving lost/obscure media.) so there’s not a lot known about these, and not many pictures of them either. What I can gather is that Mattel made at least 6 of these as well, 3 Trouble Bubbles games and 3 Super Trouble Bubbles games. The main difference between the 2 being Super Trouble Bubbles having a small switch that allows you to redirect the jets of water, which is pretty cool and admittedly not something I’ve seen in other water games! Both also have a wind up timer to challenge yourself to complete the game in a short period.

I’ve yet to collect one of these myself, but they look pretty decent in terms of quality and stand out nicely. They never fully took off in terms of popularity but I think they’re pretty cool, especially as a piece of toy history! Not too shabby at all for Waterfuls competition, my hat’s off to them! Not bad Mattel, sad they haven’t recaptured the same inventiveness for their Polly games. But hey, honestly? Nowadays would be a GREAT time to bring back Trouble Bubbles if you ask me. Water games are coming back in style and Waterfuls has been slow in new major products for quite a while. Who knows? It may just be able to snag that crown sometime in the future…

Unlikely.

But hey, anything’s possible in this crazy age!

#aqua #aquacore #water toys #water games #toy aqua #aqua toys #water ring toss #water ring game #water ball game #water catch game #colored text

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autumnaaltonen · 1 year

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Alucard w// insecure significant other! Hope you are well!

Legit had a three-day 'hate myself' spiral this week, and I'm still walking it off. As an adult woman who continuously struggles with body dysmorphia and imposter syndrome, I got your back, babe.

Let's kick it off with this "well as a matter of fact—".

You are a person. You have flaws, and you have value. This is the law of life that everyone follows, even if they are the living dead.

When Alucard first began courting you, you were in a constant state of denial. Heard of it? It's that big river that flows in Egypt.

Sure, you obviously recognize his demeanour towards you as flirtatious, and the little hints and winks when he would go out of his way for your happiness.

But, like, he was just being polite, right?

The moment Alucard realizes you are not picking up the hint, he just straight up tells you.

He tried doing things the modern way, being subtle and not too over the top. But this is a Romanian King we're talking about. Back in his day, if he wanted it, he slapped a ring on it.

When you inevitably ask him "but why tho?" you instantly regret it. If you are anything like me (author) you hate getting compliments, because HEYO, imposter syndrome.

Alucard lists every physical, emotional and philosophical thing he admires about you and gets his motor roaring.

And he means it. With ever fibre of his being, with every eyeball, drop of blood and centipede leg, you are beautiful, and he wants you to be his.

Obviously, you accept. Not only does one not say "no" to Alucard, but like...look at him, everyone wants to jump his bones.

Despite his forwardness, Alucard does try to start slow with you, but after a couple of weeks he begins to feel that it's only fanning the flames of your self-doubt.

The more you distance yourself from him, the more you start to believe he doesn't want you. Ever heard of the self-fulfilling prophecy? You doin it.

He wants you to be seen as HIS. That means a hand on your back, a kiss on the cheek, lips, whathaveyou, public displays of affection are a MUST for this man. He wants to show you off and this "see this human? Mine."

It nearly sends you into a damn panic attack at first, but eventually you get used to his love language.

If he EVER catches his love in front of a mirror and looking at themselves in a way that does not scream "look at this hot piece of ass", he is going to do things to you, until you change your mind.

If you are ever moping about thinking you are useless or that everybody hates you, he is going to walk around Hellsing and compile a list of responses from everyone you know on things that they like and value about you. Merry Christmas, bitch. GET UP.

If any of these tactics don't work long term, Alucard has one last trick up his sleeve.

"Oh, so if you truly believe that you are nothing but dog shit, that also means you think I like to eat dog shit?"

WHAT—NO—FUCK YOU

Uno reverse card.

#hellsing #hellsing ultimate #alucard #alucard x reader

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magniloquent-raven · 1 year

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enough of you to dull the pain

HEY it's been a minute since i put any writing out there lol how yall been

tag list: @spreckle @growup-thatbeautiful @prettyboy-like-you 💕

(read on ao3)

If it was anyone else Billy would have said no. Immediately. No question. He's got rules, and staying in familiar territory is a big one. Doesn't matter how good the money or the dick is, he doesn't let johns choose the location. As much for his own safety as Heather's peace of mind. He always tells her where he's going before he leaves the apartment.

Until tonight.

Until Steve fucking Harrington.

He figured Steve was a fake name at first. It's generic as hell, and the deer-in-the-headlights rapid blink he did before it fell out of his mouth that first night seemed like the look of someone scrambling for an answer. Usually isn't that hard for people to just tell the truth when someone asks their name.

But no.

He tossed Billy his wallet once. Still naked and sweaty and stretched out in questionably clean motel room sheets, a rosy glow on his cheeks and not a care in the world, like he hadn't just handed some random street walker every piece of ID he owns and $600 more than he's worth.

His driver's license was tucked into a clear plastic pocket on the inside flap. A faded picture, his hair neatly combed, the corner of his mouth pinched like he was trying not to smile. Harrington, Steve. No middle name. 5' 10". 175 lbs. Eyes, brown. Hair, brown.

He's a year or so older than Billy. Born in the fall.

"Harrington, huh," Billy drawled out, liking the way the name fit into his mouth.

Steve shrugged, lounging, beautiful even in the dim light of a dirty lightbulb. The tiny smile that tugged at his reddened lips set something aflame in Billy's chest. Something that had been burrowing its way inside for weeks and had no business being there.

Something he's long since accepted isn't going away any time soon. They're months past Heather jokingly calling his weekly appointments date night and not thinking anything of him nervously brushing it off. Weeks past her dawning horror, growing concern, slammed doors and three rounds of a shouting match. He's tired of her going quiet every time he tells her where he'll be on a Friday night. Her judgemental eyes and pitying frown. Her chastising and talking in circles about how much of a moron he's being, like he doesn't fucking know already.

He always knew he was in over his head. It's been blindingly obvious from the start. Even when they were on his turf, Steve in his pressed slacks, unclipping his shiny fucking Rolex so he could carefully lay it on the scuffed-up table next to their rented bed, too clean, too bright, too good to be sitting on wrinkled sheets next to Billy in a dingy motel. The home field advantage should have kept him grounded but Steve's presence alone—his touch, his taste, the way he laughs, the way he looks at Billy like he's an actual person—kept him falling so far out of his depth he didn't know which was was up anymore.

It's so much worse here. He's unmoored. Blind and struck dumb, nothing to hold onto but Steve but clinging too tightly hurts.

He should have said no. He was prepared to say no. But that's not what came out of his mouth, and now here he is, in some ritzy fucking hotel, worlds away from anything resembling a safety net. He's pretty sure the floor his grimy boots are clomping on is actual marble, smooth and glassy and probably worth more than his first car.

His reflection stares back at him in every surface he looks at. Shiny golden columns, lacquered wooden panels, crystal light fixtures sparkling on every wall, everything's so fucking polished and pristine he can't stop seeing his own face, flushed cheeks and barely concealed nerves, sticking out like a sore thumb even in his nicest shirt.

It shouldn't matter. It doesn't matter. He's here to do a fucking job, the thread-count of the sheets he ends up between doesn't change that. All he needs to do is keep it together 'til he's there. Then he can forget about the concierge and his pressed suit glaring down his nose at Billy's cheap rings and butchered haircut. And the lady with her ankles crossed, eyeing him up from over her newspaper. And the man at the front desk with his bushy mustache, its edges curled with disdain. And the air in the room pressing in on all sides, thick and perfumed, catching in his throat like he's fucking drowning.

A familiar sickly feeling bubbles in his gut. His fingers twitch, curled into fists in his jacket pockets, sweat gathering in the creases of his palm. Ten years ago he'd have been giving in to the urge to break shit and run. Pick a fight, any fight, smash a window, knock over a stupid goddamn vase, anything to not be the only damaged thing in the room.

Hell, he still might. He hasn't grown up that much.

Steve's hand lands on the small of his back, and he jolts, tensing, heart in his mouth.

"I already checked in, just wait 'til you see the room," Steve says in a low voice, breath warm on the side of Billy's neck.

Thank Christ, at least he doesn't have to stand around in this gilded hellscape attracting stares while Steve rents a room, totally fucking oblivious to how this looks to everyone in the foyer.

There's a crude remark on the tip of his tongue. Some kind of innuendo he'd normally make in this sort of situation. It's expected of him. He's got a very specific role here, no matter how many idiotic fantasies he has about the what ifs.

But he chokes. The thought of someone hearing him, the idea of leaning in and making it even clearer what they're here to do, it's all too much and his throat goes dry.

Neither of them speak until they're alone in a third floor suite with the Do not Disturb sign hanging securely on the handle of its locked door.

It's a nice room. Obviously. Well-lit. Plush carpet. There are at least six pillows on the bed, and none of them look drool-stained.

Billy kicks his boots off, letting them land lopsidedly next to the coffee table.

Damn, the carpeting really is fucking ridiculous. Might be easy on his knees for once.

He bounces on his toes a little, trying to be subtle about shifting his weight around. Reminds him of walking barefoot on the beach, the warm give of sand shifting under his feet. But cleaner.

"Nice, right?"

Billy freezes, caught. Steve shed his jacket while Billy wasn't looking, and he's absentmindedly loosening his tie, eyes warm, watching.

"Uh." Great. Good job. Steve's really getting his money's worth with all this witty banter. "...Yeah." Jesus fucking Christ.

Steve hums, seemingly content with Billy's answer, and continues to undress.

Now would be a good time to get it together. Like, right now. Say something cool, or offer to suck his dick, or…

"So, plans fall through with your wife or something?"

Not that. Idiot. But he can't take it back now, no matter how much he wants to. Steve might not wear a ring, but that doesn't mean Billy isn't about to hear something he never wanted to know.

He busies himself with taking his jacket off and laying it carefully over the back of the nearest chair. When he chances a peek at Steve he catches a glimpse of a furrowed brow and parted lips.

"Dude, I'm not married."

"Girlfriend then."

"No."

Billy lets out a silent breath, relief he has no right to feel washing over him.

He doesn't ask why he's here if not to fill some void in a pre-existing plan. It won't be what he wants to hear, 'cause he's gotten too lucky already. Best to quit while he's ahead.

It's probably just a kink thing.

Because he's here to fuck and that's it.

Every time they meet up it gets a little harder to remember that.

Which isn't entirely his fault, to be fair. It's not all on him and his incredibly inappropriate crush. Steve's started to linger, longer and longer after they're finished, he'll just…hang out. Asking Billy questions. Telling him little things about his life.

Maybe they're sort of friends. In a fucked up way.

"How do you want me tonight?"

"Oh, uh…" Steve's shirtless now, thick mat of chest hair on full display. He's got good shoulders. Well-muscled. Broad, even if he doesn't hold himself like they are. He puts his hands on his hips, standing like a suburban dad who can't find his reading glasses while he eyes Billy up. Somehow this does not make him any less hot. Mostly it's just stupidly endearing. "What are you in the mood for?"

Billy blinks at him.

It's not out of the ordinary for Steve to be mindful of Billy's needs when they have sex. In fact, he's very consistently been a generous lover, but he's never outright asked like that before, because…that's just not how this goes. Even when he gets clients who prefer being more submissive it's just a game they play, and they both know he doesn't make the rules. It's always about what the johns want. He's providing a service.

But Steve loves to come in and change shit, doesn't he.

Billy used to let clients kiss him. He likes kissing. He likes having someone's tongue in his mouth. He likes the heat on his lips and the pressure and the softness. Not all of them are good at it, but a bad kiss can still be kind of fun.

And then he met a client that he wanted to kiss more than anything else. Steve Harrington's mouth fucking haunts him. He dreams about kissing him. Lazily. Sloppily. Hungrily. Laying in bed for hours and just pressing their mouths together. He wanted to kiss him the second he saw him, and he knew it would ruin his fucking life.

So he lied. When he was giving Steve the run-down he told him he didn't kiss, and he pointedly ignored the puppy-dog eyes and the way Steve's gaze drifted south with poorly concealed disappointment.

And to make matters worse, he hasn't kissed a client since. Because none of them are Steve, and Billy's a fucking idiot.

"C'mon, anything. What d'you wanna do?" Steve coaxes gently, so gently, like he's approaching a stray cat he wants to pet.

Billy shakes his head, hoping it'll dislodge all the dumb rosy thoughts of sunlight in Steve's hair and petal pink lips trailing up his chest. "That's not how this works."

"Why not?"

"Seriously?"

Steve just looks at him. Just fucking looks. His expression is fairly neutral, but his jaw is set. He's not going to just let this drop. Of course he isn't.

"Because. You're the one paying, man. Your wish is my command and all that shit."

"What if my wish is to do what makes you happy?"

That pulls a laugh out of Billy, a tiny, surprised noise burbling up out of nowhere. "Jesus Christ," he mumbles, rubbing his mouth with the back of his hand. The tips of his ears are warm, and it gets worse when Steve beams at him. "Yeah, yeah. You can't sweet-talk yourself a discount y'know."

"Not what I was after."

Steve really needs to stop looking at him like that. Before Billy does something even stupider than agreeing to come here in the first place.

He doesn't stop. It gets worse, actually. His delight softens into something fond, eyes crinkled at the corners and honey-sweet. And he comes closer. Close enough that Billy can smell his shampoo, an outdoorsy scent, clean and sunshiney. It's familiar by now, but still hits him right in the chest.

"What're you after then?" Billy asks. He meant to sound light and flirty, dripping with enough innuendo to get this back into safe territory, but instead his voice is barely a whisper, straining with his failed effort to keep his feelings out of it.

Steve toys with a button on Billy's shirt, tracing circles around it with a fingertip. "Told you already." He keeps running his thumb along the seam, teasing, a hair's breadth from the bare skin peeking out of the low dip of Billy's neckline. "I wanna make you happy."

It's too much. Everything, the tone of Steve's voice, low and earnest and soft as velvet, the lump in the back of Billy's throat, his heart squeezing painfully, his lungs seizing, the cold sweat on his back, and the tiny point of contact between them, just…

He can't do this.

He pulls away, stumbling back, shoulders hunched, hands frozen mid-air because he doesn't know what to do with them. "Don't do that."

Steve's expression drops, his eyes wide, lips parted. He shuffles a step away from Billy, arms wrapped around his middle. "Shit—sorry. Sorry. I…uh. Are you…okay?"

"Stop."

"What?"

"I'm not your fucking boyfriend, stop treating me like…" Like there's a chance this might go somewhere? Like hoping isn't a dangerous waste of time. Like there aren't hundred dollar bills burning a hole in the pocket of that jacket on the floor.

Billy rubs his eyes, pressing with the heel of his hand until he sees stars.

"Sorry," Steve says again, quieter. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

God fucking damnit.

"Why are we here, Steve?"

He's just a good person. He's just considerate and kind and it's not his fault Billy can't stop seeing signals that aren't there. The hotel was just a friendly gesture from someone with too much money. Or it was a sex thing. Or what the fuck ever. Billy doesn't want to hear it, but he fucking needs to.

So, he waits. And waits. Steve blinks at him, opening and closing his mouth silently.

"Steve."

"I don't want to make you more uncomfortable!"

"What the hell does that mean?"

"I—" Steve bites his lip. "It's been a year."

"What."

"A year ago today. Since we met. It's dumb, alright. I got a little drunk and booked a room, and I wasn't sure if you'd even say yes but I figured I'd ask, 'cause I'd already done it, and then…well, I mean, and now we're here. Because I…" He runs an agitated hand through his hair. "I want you to have nice things."

That wasn't what Billy expected. He was vaguely aware that they met this time last year, but he hadn't marked the day. And he definitely didn't think Steve had.

He shoves his hands into his pockets to stop them from shaking. "You…" He trails off, at a loss.

Steve's worrying his bottom lip between his teeth, his gaze dropping from Billy's face. "Yeah, I know, I'm a pathetic cliche. Miserable trust fund baby falls in love with a hooker. Shock, surprise. I'm sorry, okay, I…" He freezes, seeming to realize a second too late what he just said, but instead of back-paddling he just winces and looks apologetic.

He's not taking it back.

But he can't mean it, right?

Billy's pulse roars in his ears. His ribcage feels hollowed out, full of hot air and champagne. Steve's words echo in his head, repeating over and over and over, but no matter how many times he hears it, it doesn't quite sink in. Doesn't feel real.

His whole body is jittery, wracked with terror like he's never felt in his fucking life.

He's been trying so hard to keep Steve at arm's length. Not that he's been doing it well, but he's tried. For Steve's sake as much as his own. Their relationship should've been simple. Easy. Just a business transaction. And Steve wasn't paying for Billy to get his dumb selfish feelings all over the place.

Billy somehow never stopped to consider the flipside in all of this. He was too caught up in his own shit to notice that Steve was…Steve is…

Fuck, he has to say something. The right thing, for once. Hopefully.

He pushes a hand through his hair, fingers catching in tangles behind his ear, and he wastes a moment fiddling with the curls caught on his shirt collar. Stalling does nothing to settle his nerves. The rise and fall of his chest is still stilted, shallow, lungs burning as he tries to even out and can't quite get enough air. He opens his mouth. Closes it. And…

"At least we're a pathetic cliche together?" He manages to push out a wobbly exhale that's almost a laugh.

Steve blinks at him.

Another long moment passes. Silence.

"Are…you saying. What I think you're saying?"

"What do you think I'm saying."

"I…" Steve looks unsure, shifting his weight around. It's almost too much to bear, his kicked puppy-dog face, downcast eyes and contrition a weight around his shoulders.

"Steve," Billy says softly. He pauses, chewing the inside of his cheek. The words are there, stuck. It feels like a physical thing, a lump in his throat that he can barely breathe around. It takes effort for him to whisper, "I want you to kiss me."

Which at least gets Steve's attention. His head whips up, cheeks flushed pink, and he locks eyes with Billy. "You do? Right now?"

"What—yes, obviously, right n—nmm—"

Kissing Steve Harrington is better than he imagined.

It's overwhelming in the best way. How suddenly Steve is just there, in his space, a gentle hand cupping his jaw, warmth radiating off him, his bare chest, his thigh pressed to Billy's, and his mouth, god, his mouth. Soft lips and a clever tongue. Billy's never wanted so badly to be devoured, aching more with every teasing scrape of teeth along his bottom lip.

The room could be on fire and he wouldn't notice.

Eventually they come up for air. Billy's not sure when his hands ended up on Steve's shoulders, fingertips pressing white marks into his biceps, but he's glad for the support, because his knees sure as hell aren't holding him up on their own.

"Jesus Christ, we should've done that a long time ago," Billy chuckles breathlessly.

"Been wanting to for a year."

"Mmn." He sighs, and rests his forehead against Steve's. "Yeah. Same."

"Yeah?"

"Yes. Now kiss me again."

And he does.

#stranger things #harringrove #steve harrington #billy hargrove #a raven's writing desk

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gh-woah-st · 10 months

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Kitty Dew Tidbits

Some important little things @sphylor, @divine-misfortune, and I have said that probably won't make its way into a post on its own.

This got long so there's a second post with puppy Mountain here

So Sphy did end up talking about the hats thing but I had already compiled this list so instead have some pictures of kitty Dew's hats

Also mentioned in that post is the shark onesie, which kitty Dew LOVES. It was originally Rain's so it's a bit big on him, but that makes it even more perfect because it smells like Rain and the sleeves are long enough to flap around

This one is a direct copy and paste because no summary will capture it correctly

Rain does that thing where he'll stick his tongue out a little when he's focused and Dew always mirrors it "oh its time for bleps now? ok!!" Rain: :p Dew: :p

Dew is captivated by videos of birds at bird feeders and sits as close to the TV as possible to bap at the birds

(one time they had to replace the TV because he tried to pounce on a bird and broke it)

(The first time he saw a bird outside the window he nearly got a concussion by pouncing at it head on)

Rain and Dew also sometimes watch ocean documentaries in bed on Rain's laptop, and Rain has to keep his arms around Dew to keep him from trying to attack the fish. Maybe also to hold a cuddly kitty, but mostly to keep him from pouncing... definitely

Speaking of sleepy kitty Dew, he has a very specific bedtime and if he and Rain aren't cuddled up in bed by that time he will meow incessantly at Rain, even herding him to their room if he's tired enough or Rain takes too long

He also never sleeps normally. There's a shared photo album with all the ghouls specifically for pictures of Dew in the oddest, most uncomfortable looking positions ever. Conversations in which Rain says "idk, I've gotten used to it" or Dew says "ooohh. So that's why my back hurts so much" are very common

He likes to sit in freshly made laundry, just napping the day away. It's warm and smells like his pack, so why wouldn't he nap there?

Every once in a while, really just often enough for it to not lose its novelty, if someone accidentally runs into kitty Dew, someone else will recite the Miette post for Dew

That's normally only when Dew didn't even notice he was bonked into. When he does, he puts on the biggest show of being hurt for attention, kisses, and cuddles. He does that every time he falls over, plays too hard, or anything else that could "hurt" him. If they had to pay infirmary bills Dew would be the cause for all of them from that alone.

Every time he goes outside, kitty Dew finds a rock to add to his collection. These rocks range from a piece of sidewalk that chipped off to something actually beautiful, and they are equally important

He also likes to steal buttons off people's clothes without them noticing. He stashes them under his bed, then after a while (when he remembers about the stash) Dew will put them in a box specifically for his buttons

The abbey only has door knobs, which kitty Dew can't figure out how to use, so Rain installed a handle for their bedroom door

"How to interact with Kitty Dew," a guide for new kids (Phantom)

1. Actually get close to him and let him cuddle up to you 2. He likes being scratched behind his horns 3. If you can't tell what he wants just sit or lay down and let him curl up to you, entertain himself, or direct you to what he wants 4. If he stretches to expose his belly this is NOT an invitation to pet him there. It is actually a dastardly trap (Proof: Swiss has scars) 5. DO NOT upset him you might actually die 6. Stop tensing up whenever he goes near you he's literally a cat what is he actually going to do 7. He really likes trying to catch your tail if you swish it across the floor 8. You gotta let him catch your tail eventually though otherwise he'll get stressed and WILL bite you. Also make sure to give him lots of praise when he catches it 9. Do not give him caffeine. He will get zoomies² and you will move up on Rain's hit list (Proof: Swiss has scars from that too)

He tried to fight the tinsel on the Christmas tree once. He was found with the smuggest face and tinsel everywhere on him

If he's feeling extra silly he likes to roly poly around (links to twitter)

Dew constantly bonks Rain's mouth to ask for kisses then just looks up at him expectantly. After he gets his kiss he holds little mousey out so it can get a kiss too

Sometimes when Rain goes to kiss Dew he will lightly bite Rain's nose instead, giggling like crazy when he pulls back

Rain reads to kitty Dew a lot. Mostly kids chapter books so that Dew can follow along

Rain often wakes up to kitty Dew staring at him, inches away from his face

Though if Dew gets tired of waiting for Rain to wake up, he'll start playing with Rain's plushes and slowly start batting them closer and closer to Rain's face to "accidentally" wake him up

Sometimes when Dew plays with his toys he makes quiet chirping sounds to himself, like he's talking to them or making them talk

Mountain going puppy triggers Dew's kitty brain and vice versa. This causes a lot of problems when one of them has work to do

#kitty dew #kitty dew and friends #dewdrop ghoul

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Rodimus wasn't ready to be a creator P10

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Little pedes struggle a bit to move around without using his wheels, bit his servos stay strong while gripping your hands, both moving slowly to reach what you want to show at the end of the way, the protoform is still an infant in it's processor and physical appearance, practically a baby boy of short age while he is already way too big to carry around like before at least for you, too heavy to even try and lift him in your arms, sometimes he cries about it, something that protoforms don't really do as regular as him, but yet again your bundle of you is more human in that aspect, even the time he needs to learn how to walk properly and the help that you can offer with more ease than your poor husband trying to reach you baby's hand with his big body almost folded, he tried several times but Rodimus would feel his back killing him later every single one, so your baby has you, holding to his tiny hands to guide him while he looks up to you with a smile.

It's a sweet memory, one of the few that he has a sense of recollection when looking at this place, which is familiar, from a very long time ago.

"To see you here in this exact time, well, that's what I call a surprise"

Blacksun hears a loud voice behind, authority dripping from it in every word, there is a femme, big and strong, even more than him, in every aspect, blue and white, with way too soft facial features that don't exactly look cybertronian, few were the individuals that shared a genetic bond with a human and showed this kind of physical traits.

"Individuals" was how they were called by others, "playmates" by their creators.

"Code~" without a real necessity to drag along her name while opening his arms he does it anyway, gaining such sweet giggles from the femme before been embraced in a warm hug after finally throwing away the big and scary bot charade.

"Sunset, it's been so long" as large as she is and with outstanding force is natural the little effort it takes her to put him a few meters away from the surface of the planet, "I haven't heard from you since ages, what brings a traveler to Cybertron?"

"Well, you now, to see old friends and give presents" while he talks his servos display numerous packages full of colors, on looks more flashy than the last, "that is, if madam Eminen wants one" he almost wants to laugh, bright blue optics look at him, well, the candies, with adoration, "The pop tarts are quite good to be honest"

"I shouldn't..." There is hesitance, dentae in her lower lip, before finally giving up and reaching for one, opening it with her dentae before eating it in one take, "human food, it's so good, energon can't be compared" he just laughs, as big and strong she may look now, Eminence Prime, previously Codexia Pax, is still the same food lovin' protoform from old times.

His laugh dies slowly while looking at the main reason why he is here, remembering being as little as his mother at that time, her hand gently guiding him to see the hot spot in Automica, the place where he emerged as a spark, much to his father's grimace.

That very same hot spot is still producing, and there are many other bots in there, waiting for their opportunity to raise a protoform even if it just for a few cycles, a whole rotation at best, seeing with interest the only bot and human pair that gets near the hot spot and, together, they bring a piece of sentio metallico to the surface with the help of many other humans that come with special gloves to prevent any DNA mixture.

That's how he came to be, that's how Eminence came to existence, all 37 of them, plus this one too, a new one to add to the list to call during Christmas and tell Sari about when he returns to earth.

His forging was... unexpected, as his father said, after an hour and multiple heart failures due to pain, his mother gave him a form and he scanned them.

"There are more humans than before"

"They make a great help for our blacksmith", she has opened another package, eating with abandon, they can't get bigger or better and the little fuel they get from organic food is almost a bad joke, but they don't have the necessity to excrete or gain weight, they only do it because it tastes good, quite the reason business is blooming with other things apart from energon that comes from earth.

Apparently, in the time Rodimus (and by sub product, he as his spawn) and all his crew were away searching for some kind of new lost cybertronian colony or whatever (they only found death corpses by the way), more humans appeared in Cybertron, living in there! Walking along some human sized corridors and using exo packs to breath, even Iacon had an artificial atmosphere to provide what's necessary for its new fleshy habitants that live around and work in little shops, commerce is new after billions of years of war, ironically humans are good to guide others in many ways.

But now this was another thing.

"A human blacksmith" he looks at the man, at least it looks like one, he was never good at differentiating, he only recognized his mother, it's moving the sentio metallico around, it's like a game for him, little hands and fingers mean a more versatile way to put it together, and that one human looks like he knows what he is doing, "color me surprised"

"The council is more open this days, after what happened with Eukaris, humans are seen in a better way"

He doesn't say anything, just looking around, he knows what happened then, he meet a human that died there, and he looks here, where life is formed again by this cybertronian and human, seeing the tiny human with open arms accepting a little bundle of birth metal just forged by the human blacksmith, a blanket ready in their arms to embrace the little bitlet, he is focused on it but he can feel Eminence looking at him, searching for something.

"Where is your memento?"

Oh, right, Eminence doesn't know, in reality, not even Blacksun himself knows at the moment where that thing is, maybe it shows, because Emi stops eating for a moment and looks at him worried.

"What happened?"

"I've it in a security place, don't worry about it" He tries to put little importance to it, as little as possible, the light optics of his friend show him otherwise.

"Hum, I would love to do so, it's just..." looks like she is ready to tear up, cry like humans call it, "I couldn't let it go..."

"No no, nothing like that!" He stops her from more tears of coolant falling from her optics, tries to, it's so obvious that he can't reach her face plate with facility.

"Then what?" She searchers at her side where a compartment opens and she takes a little pendant, it's golden in color and the fiber of the cord around it is organic, Eminence hold it delicately to the point one may think the little trinket will fade away if too much pressure is put into it, her way too expressive optics showing such sadness that he tries to look away "our mementos are all, it's literally all we have of them apart from our given names" she puts it practically in his face plate, showing him every detail, every impressed information in it, "Sari told us since we were protoforms to keep this close and never ever lose it, never!" She is on crying again, a lot, those drops aren't coolant anymore, those are water and salt drops dissolved with many chemicals that present the variance of the emotion, real organic tears.

"I know" Blacksun does what he can, hearing her hiccuping, really, Codexia hasn't changed, she is still the overly sensitive and emotional protoform that cried for her mother to carry her if something was scary, but now she is Eminence, a promise of brighter future and expansion, a hard exterior to such a soft, sweet young femme.

"How are you strong enough to leave it?" Emi finally asks, servos gently holding the golden disk with adoration, "I can't leave it, what if a lose it by some silly mistake?"

Lose it by mistake, yeah, Blacksun still had those moments, when he was given the golden disk for the first time he didn't want it, throwing it away in middle of a tantrum while crying for his mother and calling his father a lier, Rodimus quickly going to check if the disk wasn't broken and ex-venting with relief at seen that it was indeed whole, holding it near to his chassis.

When he returns to the Lost Light after Eminence stops her crying and he left her with her father (he really feels so little when seeing the great Optimus), he searchers in a secret pocket just between the space in his ark replicas (those were here before him, he didn't had the spark to eliminate them so those are his now) and takes out the golden disk.

It would take time, but Rodimus finally let Blacksun have the disk back, the disk of his mother, which he puts carefully in the receptor to see another film on it.

"Entry number 1" there she is, his mother, you, looking well, rested, the area around you looks new, many people, humans, are moving around with little things used to give more comfort.

The very first time that humans boarded a cybertronian spaceship, in an official way at least.

How did you ended up there, in space, walking among big aliens, is something that he wished to ask you if you were still there, his father only says that it was destiny, Ultra Magnus says it was because earth would change drastically soon and humanity was in ways of mass extinction, it still is, the Lost Light wasn't transporting energon from earth that day, it was transporting humans.

"We are transporting something like energon, I guess, I don't know why I'm here really, but I can try to help, try to do my best as I can" it's like you are talking to yourself, most likely because this was supposed to be just your entries, totally personal.

You look healthy, nervous, your hands don't have the same burn scars that you gained when you had him.

"I'll miss the earth" you smile, sadly, looking around to the other humans, "I'll miss the sunset view in my parents house"

This time he does hear the sounds of his father's pedes and the door opening but he doesn't bulge even when he takes a seat next to him, holding him near to his side when tears started to fall.

"Many bots are gentle, sometimes they like to poke around but they know boundaries too" you laugh and Rodimus does the same, remembering how he couldn't keep his servos from picking you up and even running a digit over your head when he was feeling that everything was just so much.

"Everything is going to be alright" Rodimus is hugging his son when the entry ends and then continues to the next, all recordings of your voice and things that you took photos of, all your life reduced to a disk, so little in comparison to the normal sized ones.

You, his dear conjunx, who didn't have a spark, only what you called a heart and maybe a soul, not knowing what would happen when you died, only knowing for a fact that you would die before him, Rodimus even joked that he might get blasted before that and you gave him the angriest look that he ever saw on you while he promised that he'll be careful and never be too overconfident, at least for you.

His devastation when he lost you by the doings of others almost made him want to follow you, something that apparently was common when a bot lost a conjunx, but he couldn't, he wouldn't.

The pictures show right at that moment are proof, first there is only pictures of places, things, those change to photos of your friends, the ones that you made and come with you from earth, the ones you make in space, Rodimus and you, you with a little bottle with energon on it and Rodimus holding a bracelet, the most likely thing that you found that could represent the rings that humans always gave in wedding ceremonies, finally settling to many pictures of a little white and blue body, forming a face, limbs, a whole body and smile back at you with optics that have a color way too similar to yours.

Your voice can still be heard, every detail and every curiosity that you found, every sound of your voice brought them real comfort when you called them by their names, one that you learned to love and one that you created with that same love Rodimus showed you, one that he can't still let go of, maybe he will never be able to.

Rodimus didn't know if you could be there for him when his spark finally gave up but he wanted to believe so, that you would welcome him in the allspark, let him hold you again and, as cheesy as it may be, get to hug you and kiss you.

"Dad"

"Yeah, Sunny?"

"I think- I want to take my name back, the one mom gave me"

And that was enough.

#reader insert #x reader #angst #tf rodimus #tf mtmte #tf lost light #rodimus x reader #rodimus x human reader

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