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just-a-creep-babe · 6 months

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A Demon’s Ache — Part 18

Eyeless Jack x Reader

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He should leave

He should get the fuck out of your room so that he can actually think straight and figure out what to do

But he just can’t

You look so peaceful in his embrace, so sweet and innocent

He can’t bring himself to just abandon you

His thoughts are racing a mile a minute as he tries to figure things out

He’s not the most knowledgeable about demon marks and what they mean, but he knows enough to understand that they’re serious

His first order of business, he realizes, should be research

If there’s any way to undo them, or at least minimize the effects, he should give it a shot

And the sooner he does it, the higher chance he has to fix this

Which brings him all the way back to square one; he should leave

He looks down at you

Your eyes are closed, brows relaxed, lips parted just the slightest bit as you breathe in slow, long breaths

He can practically feel the blood running through your veins, hear the way it pumps to your organs by the steady rhythm of your heart

Ba-bump, ba-bump, ba-bump

He swallows thickly, his mouth watering at the temptation of your flesh

He’s fucking salivating

He has to leave—now

But right as he shifts beneath you, you murmur something in your sleep and he freezes in place

He woke you up

He woke you up and now you’re going to see the mark and you’re going to loathe him for doing this to you

He flinches, bracing himself for the worst possible outcome

But all you do is nuzzle deeper into him, still half-asleep, and relief like no other washes over him

He can’t leave, he realizes

He should be there when you discover the mark

Even if it scares him—even if it absolutely terrifies him—he shouldn’t avoid this

He’s the one who created this mess; he has to be the one who deals with it too

He buries his face into your hair and breathes in deeply

Your scent is as soothing as always

He’ll figure it out, everything’s going to be ok

As long as he has you, everything’s going to be alright

It takes a short while, but eventually, you slowly start stirring awake

You mumble his name, pressing your face into the crook of his neck to avoid the glare of the sunlight, and he hums in response

Don’t think about the mark, don’t panic, don’t make it obvious something’s wrong

Part of him wants to outright blurt it out, but another part of him, a more dominant part of him, wants to savour every second he can before admitting to it

And it’s wrong

And he knows it’s wrong to withhold this kind of information from you, but fuck, how can he resist the temptation of your ignorance for just a moment longer?

You stretch your stiff limbs out, eyelashes tickling his jawline as you blink away the sleep clouding your mind

You hum peacefully, as if waking up next to him is nothing short of blissful, and that knot of guilt tightens in his stomach

Reaching up from under the comforter, your fingertips trace over Jack’s chest, moving all the way up his collarbone to his neck, and finally, over his Adam’s apple

He has to resist the urge to swallow down his heartache out of fear you might somehow feel it

But even then, even despite everything, your touch is so gentle, so soft

He can’t remember the last time anyone treated him with so much warmth, so much kindness

His eyelids instinctively flutter close over the messy black tar dripping from his sockets

And as he does, it’s like he can almost trick himself into believing things are different

He can almost pretend you’re both human, and you’re waking up in your shared bedroom in the apartment you both picked out together

He can act like it’s a quiet Saturday morning, and it’s a sunny day outside, and the birds are chirping and neither of you have anything planned

You’re both free to relax, to spend as much time in bed as the both of you want, and any minute now, he’s going to get up to make you breakfast while you prepare the coffee

“Come shower with me”

He’s brought back to reality by the sound of your voice, still gravelly and laced with sleep

When he reopens his eyes, he finds you smiling, still evidently sleepy, and the sight makes his heart flutter in his chest

“Mmh,” he makes a noise of agreement in his throat, and your smile grows

How’re you so effortlessly gorgeous?

You sit up, lazily stretching your arms over your head, and the motion causes the sheets to fall from your form, exposing the entirety of your naked back to him

He’s at a loss for words

The way your skin stretches over your curves, the way the morning light dances over your body—you look ethereal

He wants to reach out, wants to touch every inch of your skin—he wants to worship you

But then you roll your neck out to ease the stiffness in your muscles, and in doing so, it reveals that deep blemish on your skin once more

It’s all it takes for his perfect moments to fall apart, crumbling like ashes in the breeze

Fuck

What the fuck kind of mess did he get the both of you into?

Completely oblivious to his dilemma, to the pained mix of emotions blooming in his chest, you turn to him with that gentle smile on your face

“You coming?”

He can’t keep his hands off you in the shower

It’s hot and steamy, and the space is just small enough to give him an excuse to press up so wonderfully close to you

Warm water glides off your body, outlining every dip and curve of your form, and he finds himself tracing over it, almost absent-minded, like he’s under a spell

You’ve bewitched him

You stand on the tip of your toes, and he almost thinks you’re about to kiss him, but all you do is reach behind him for the soap, and he has to hide his disappointment

“Let me help you,” you murmur

He nods, and then you’re lathering up his skin and touching him all over

You start at his chest, fingers dancing over both his pecs and in the valley of his hard muscles

You follow an invisible path over both his shoulders, feeling the broad expanse of them at the same time, and then move all the way down to his biceps

He wonders what’s going through your mind

All he can think about is, again, how no one else has ever been so loving with his body—especially not after his transformation

He wonders if, despite your kindness, some part of you wishes his skin was a normal human colour, or a normal human firmness

He wonders if you would’ve maybe agreed to officially date him if he wasn’t what he is

You move down to his forearms, then trace all the way back up his shoulders and down his chest until the whole top portion of his body’s clean

You seem to inhale sharply as you continue down to his torso

Down his stomach, your fingertips smooth over the ridges of his muscles before reaching his V-line

There’s no hiding it any longer, no hiding his desire for you

He’s worried it’ll put you off, but then he smells your arousal even through the soap’s perfume, and he realizes it’s mutual

Either way, you still don’t make any moves to initiate anything, so neither does he

He simply lets you clean him, lets you touch his body to your heart’s content until you’re reaching down to his calves and the next thing he knows, you’re kneeling before him and his dick is inches from your face

You bite your lip, glancing up at him, and that look in your eyes has him twitching right in front of you

You don’t have to do this, he wants to say, he appreciates it and everything but it’s really not necessary

But then you lean up and press a kiss to his tip and god, he wants to throat-fuck you so fucking badly

Your lips are perfectly soft as you kiss him again, and then you part your mouth open to stick your tongue out and lap at the precum dribbling from his slit

“Fuck, (y/n)”

He groans out a gravelly curse, throwing his head back as his hips jut forward in search of more

When you roll your tongue over his tip, lavishing the most sensitive part of his cock with attention, he has to grind his teeth together to prevent a snarl from rippling out

He snaps a hand out to tangle into your hair because he needs something to stabilize himself

And at the same time, it provides the perfect opportunity to drag you forwards, pressing you closer up against his cock so you’ve almost no choice but to swallow him down

You whimper around him, and feeling you do so drives him wild

He tries to let you suck him off at your own pace, he really does

But he just can’t resist impatiently pushing and pulling at your hair, all while his hips instinctively jerk forward, trying to cram more of himself down your throat, trying to feel more of you around him

And he feels bad for making you gag around him, but at the same time, fuck if it isn’t the hottest thing ever

He growls your name, bringing his other hand up to your hair, and when you look up at him, your eyes all watery and pleading, he slowly but surely feels his grasp on his self-control slipping

How can he resist face-fucking such a pretty little thing like you?

You almost seem to want it as much as he does, too

Squeezing your eyes shut with your brows furrowing in concentration, you slacken your jaw and stick your tongue out, creating just the perfect entrance for him to fuck however he pleases

Your lips stretch out around his thick cock, your cute little muffled whimpers making him pulse on your tongue with every thrust

He should be ashamed of the way he’s using you—but you just feel so fucking good

Watching you struggle to choke down his length is almost just as satisfying as the way your throat keeps tightening around him

Combined with the way your arousal’s filling the air—it’s bliss

He snarls something indistinct, thrusting hard and fast enough to make his balls slap against your chin every time he reaches the very back of your throat

And the combination of it all has his stomach tightening, but it’s just not enough to cum

No—he wants to save that to breed you

A few more seconds of enjoyment is all he allows himself before he pulls you off of him

He’s panting, chest heaving as he takes a moment to recover from the euphoria of your mouth

His cock is aching for more

“C’mere,” he says, and there’s that demonic lilt to his voice he can’t always control as he helps you back up again, “s’my turn to clean you”

Even though it’s hard to focus, even though all he can think about is bending you over and screwing your pretty little brains out, he tries his best to be as caring and considerate as you’d been with him

He lathers you up with soap, using it as an excuse to touch you even more, to massage every inch of your body

His hands savour the curves of your sides, from your chest to your waist, down to your hips and thighs, and then all the way back up to your chest again

He doesn’t fail to notice the way your breath hitches when his touch grazes over your tits—of course he doesn’t, he never doesn’t notice—so he allows himself the indulgence of squeezing them

They fit wonderfully in his palms, even as he grabs and toys with them at his leisure

You arch your back up, trying to push more of your chest into his hands, and if he wasn’t so turned on right now, he might chuckle at how needy you’re being

He tugs and pinches at your nipples, and when you make a breathy little whimper, it has him throbbing

“So good, little one, you’re doing so fucking good for me”

He’s so fucking horny

He drags his fingers along the inner flesh of your thighs, teasing at your sensitive skin

“You want it, little morsel, you want this?”

It’s not like he doesn’t know the answer, it’s not like he can’t tell how desperate you are when you nudge your legs further apart for him

But he wants to hear you say it

“Y-yes, Jack—please. Please, I want you~”

A slave to your every whim and desire as always, he pushes his fingers between your folds, and the both of you groan in unison as he stretches you out

He can just imagine you clenching around his cock instead of his digits

When he curls his finger just the right way, a moan bubbles from your parted lips and you stumble in place, like you almost can’t handle just how good he feels

With his free hand, he lifts your leg up, hooking it around his hip and pressing your back to the shower wall

You’ve nowhere to squirm, nowhere to escape

All you can do is take it

In and out, he pumps his fingers into your velvety walls until your thighs are shaking and your mewls are getting louder than the sound of the water hitting the tiles

Your shaky hands reach out to dig crescents into his skin, and the pain mixing in with his insatiable lust is such a wonderfully heady combination

When you moan his name again, he realizes he can’t wait any longer

He pulls his fingers out, lifts you up and presses your back to the shower wall so you're completely trapped against his muscular build

And then he aligns himself to your entrance, his thick tip catching at the edges of your entrance before finally, finally, he sinks all the way in

It's heaven

The way you suck him in, the way your walls flutter around him—you're divine

You shift in his hold, like you're trying to accommodate to the sheer size of him, and it has the plush flesh of your ass grinding right against his balls

He tries to hold back a moan, but part of it escapes him in a gravelly rumble, and you seem to tense around him when it does

With you clinging onto him like this, he doesn't even need to move his hips to fuck himself into you

All he does is lift you up and lower you back down, using your own weight as momentum, and the simple motion already has you whimpering and gushing around his cock

"Fuck, morsel~"

You're making his head spin

He's dizzy, already drunk off your sex

Up and down, up and down, he uses you like a toy, barely flinching from your weight even despite how much you keep squirming

The way you keep jutting your hips against him—like you're either trying to help or just too fucking horny to stay still—is so fucking adorable

Saliva filling his mouth at the temptation of it all—at the temptation of you and those little sounds you keep making and the smell of your arousal and god, just everything that makes you so infuriatingly irresistible—he presses his head into the crook of your neck, trying to hide the fact that he's very much so on the verge of drooling over you

But then he sees it again—sees that mark he left on your skin with his teeth, claiming you as his mate, and even though he should be fucking disgusted that he gave it to you without your consent, it instead has the opposite effect and it makes him snap

His

You're his—it's physically undeniable

It's like the realization really sinks in during the heat of the moment, now that he's too sex-drunk and shameless to care, and something about his instincts and his possessiveness just completely takes over

Animalistically fast and deliciously hard, he fucks into you like an animal in heat

With every thrust, he slams you down onto his cock and jerks his hips up into you, making the flesh of your thighs jiggle from the rush of actions as the smacking of his pelvis against yours fills the room

He's not entirely sure if he's hitting your cervix or your g-spot, too dazed in his fervor to care, but he knows he must be hitting something good because you're screaming for him

And it doesn't take long for your muscles to seize and your body to start shaking uncontrollably, and it's hard to tell because of all the water from the shower, but you're either squirting all over him or just getting really, really messy all of a sudden

His cock pulses and twitches between clenching walls, and you're squeezing him so hard it's almost painful but fuck if the pain doesn't feel good

Your body is so small and so delicate compared to his, but he can't bring himself to have the restraint he normally has

He's done controlling himself—he wants to wreck you

It all gets a bit blurry like it normally does when he loses himself to his instincts

The next thing he knows, he has you bent over the bathroom sink in front of the mirror, and the both of you are still dripping from the shower, which is still running in the background, but he couldn't care less

All he cares about is breeding you

He's never felt such a powerful urge to do so like this before

Your shaky hands claw helplessly at the ceramic of the sink, as if that could help you get a grip, but it's no use because he won't stop until he's ruined you

When he looks at your reflection, he finds that your eyes have rolled back and your mouth is parted in a mix of silent screams, broken gasps and dumb babbles of his cock splitting you in half, but that's not what he wants

He wants you to look at him when he pumps the entirety of his load inside you

Which is why, with one hand bruising your thigh to force you in place, force you still for him fuck you open, the other reaches out to grab a fistful of your hair and yank your gaze up

"Look at me, little whore—look at me when I fill you up, when I breed that perfect cunt and make you all mine"

It's like he doesn't have control of his actions or his words because even he barely recognizes that demonic snarl lacing his tone

It almost sounds like he’s threatening you

"Beg, my little bitch, beg for your mate's cum"

It's hard to distinguish any coherent words in your desperate babbling, and even in the unfocused reflection of your eyes, he can tell you're overstimulated, overwhelmed, struggling to accept every inch of his cock brutally pounding into your walls

But watching you struggle to obey him and feeling you struggle around him like writhing prey turns him on so fucking badly

He wants to give it all to you—you deserve to take it all

Which is why, with one final resounding thrust, he sheathes himself all the way inside you, sealing his hips into yours so that his cock is as deep as it'll go

You're on the very tip of your toes, the whole weight of your body supported almost solely by his pelvis in order to dig his cock into you

And with an inhuman sound, he finally cums

It feels good

It feels so, so good; better than any other orgasm he's ever experienced

It's like his whole body is alive, thrumming with a rush of adrenaline as ecstasy floods his veins

His body lurches forwards, jaw flexing shut as he somehow manages to resist sinking his teeth into your shoulder blade

And your little whimpers and gasps are just as fucking cute as ever

His orgasm is long and hard, and even after his high has reached its peak, he stays sheathed inside you

He's thoroughly wrecked your body; he can tell by how limp you've gone, letting yourself be held up only by him and the counter and nothing else

And he realizes he should pull out, give you a moment to rest and offer any and all aftercare you might need

But he doesn't want his cum to spill out of you

He wants to stay connected to you for as long as possible

And after all, why shouldn't he?

You're his mate

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talaok · 5 months

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I love your writing bestiee ok so you're dating Pedro, but you're not famous, there's an age gap between you, many people support you and think you're super cute, others make mean and nasty comments, one night you get insomnia (Pedro is sleeping) and decides to look at social media, and some disgusting comments about you and Pedro appear, you start to cry because you don't believe it and don't accept people talking about him in such a nasty way, but while you try to make as little noise as possible while you're crying, it's inevitable, Pedro wakes up and comes to you....

Pairing: Pedro pascal x reader

a/n: thank you bestie💖

One of the few times he was able to sleep, it was you who couldn't.

The curtains filtred the shallow lights of the streetlamps and cars from outside, but a flash of them still penetrated the room every few moments, each time distancing you from sleep an inch further, until inevitably, you were wide awake at three in the morning.

Pedro's left arm was wrapped around you, holding you close even in his sleep, his breath was fanning over your neck as his face hid in the crook of it. Your bodies had melted into one, holding onto each other even when not conscious, because that's how you liked it, because that's how much you loved each other.

And you did, god if you did, no matter what people said, thought, or wrote all over the internet, that's all that counted, the love

as Pedro always put it: "As long as I'm with you, nothing else matters"

But today, today as you made the grave mistake of picking up your phone, of unplugging it from the outlet, of opening Instagram... today, in the cold of the night, out of reach from Pedro's sweet words, from his warm embrace... today what people said was hitting harder than usual.

You had slipped out of your boyfriend's grasp to walk to the living room, and god did you regret it as you now sat on the couch, tears streaking down your cheeks, while you tried muffling your own sobs with the palm of your hand.

you tried recalling what Pedro usually said, you tried mustering even a glimpse of the optimism, the tranquility that defined him, that made every negative comment about him, or you, not bother him in the slightest, but all your brain was able to do was re-read all those awful, awful comments out loud without giving you a chance to stop it, making it all worse... so much worse.

Because they weren't only insulting, it wasn't the usual "slut" or "whore" or "gold digger", no, no there were also comments that made fun of him, that called you both "pathetic" or even "disgusting"

What's disgusting about loving someone? In wanting to spend the rest of your life with them?

Why, just because of a few years of difference, did people feel the need to go and make assumptions, why's that?

And as the tears multiplied, as the sobs climbed faster up your throat, you didn't notice the steps coming from the bedroom until-

"Sweetheart?", a voice startled you from behind, freezing you in your spot, as Pedro inevitably rounded the couch to take a better look at you.

The moment your eyes met, the moment he saw the frown on your forehead, the glimmer in your red eyes, your wet cheeks, he was next to you, holding your hand, holding you in any way he could.

"what happened?"

And when you didn't answer, when you could only sniffle as you hid your face in his chest, sobbing and drenching his shirt, only then, did he see your phone, the app it was opened onto... all the dirty words staining your screen.

"baby" he cooed, petting your hair, begging you to look up at him "you can't let them get to you" he murmured "Who cares what they think, we know the truth, that's all that matters"

"I-I know-" your trembling voice made its way to him as you slowly raised your head "I just- it's just-"

that's all you could stutter before you were bawling again, holding onto him for dear life as he stroked your back and gently kissed the crown of your head.

"oh sugar" he cooed, "It's all alright, everything is fine" he whispered "'m here, I'm not going anywhere"

It took a long time for your breathing to even enough for you to find his eyes again.

"sweetheart you're the most amazing woman to ever exist, whatever it is they said, I promise you, they're just jealous"

"n-no it's not what they said about me" you shook your head, wiping away a leftover tear "It's what they said about us"

His eyes closed for a moment as he sighed

"let them say what they want baby, who cares?" he forced a smile to try and cheer you up "Sweetheart, I'm the happiest I've ever been in my entire life" he promised "I love you more than anything on this earth"

"me too" you were quick to reply

"yeah, see? then let them say whatever they want sweetheart, because what matters is that I have you." he murmured "that I'm lucky enough to be with you. and it doesn't matter what they say, because as long as I have you, nothing else matters, the world could collapse and you, baby, would still be the only thing on my mind"

"Pedro..." your lips trembled as your eyes wet again, for a whole different reason this time

"I'm serious" he promised, taking your hands in his "I love you, sweetheart, and as long as I'm with you, nothing else matters"

And as always, he had made it all better

"you're right"

"I know I am" he smiled, stroking your cheek "Now c'mere, let's get back to bed"

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riddle-me-ri · 1 year

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Ok so I got this idea from your squishing face post for the pengys like just the idea of embarrassing him :3 how about an s/o who would just pop in during a meeting and call ozzie some embarrassingly cute nicknames

You: hello my dearest cutest little pengy wengy what do you want for dinner? 😘🥰💋💖

Him: 🐧

His men: 🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️

A/N: hehehe…if this isn’t some shit I’d try to pull asdfgh. Not always, but like a time or two. Just to hear him sigh in embarrassing disappointment lmao. Once again, sorry that some of these kinda follow a different scenario but the essential headcanon of them being embarrassed is there lmao

Reader Embarrassing The Penguins:

Arkhamverse Penguin:

- Oswald was bending his men’s ears so far back, they might as well have fallen off.

- Nightwing apparently ruined their trip to the docks to retrieve a shipment of weapons.

- Veins along Oswald’s neck and hands were popping.

- "Hey Ozzie wozzie! I was just wanting– oh! So sorry I didn't know you were having a meeting!

- Oz's face instantly went white as a sheet as all the blood and heat from his anger was drained.

- He looked over his shoulder, a slight shaky smile on his face. "Uhh yeah..its all right, love. I'll be with you in a minute, yeah?"

- You nodded beaming happily as you closed the door.

- Some hushed snickers could be heard from his men

- Only for them to be silenced by a slamming fist to the table.

- "I better not hear a peep out of any of you about that…or else you're all gonna be lunch to the Croc! Now…back to business."

Reevesverse/Farrell Penguin:

- I am not entirely sure why, but I can imagine this Oz likes beating you to the punch?

- He knows how you normally greet him, especially when you usually assume he’s alone.

- So as a countermeasure if he’s in a meeting or is talking to security, he beats you to the pet names.

- “Yes, sweetheart?” “What’s going on, sugar?”

- However, that doesn’t always stop you from throwing in a “pengy baby”, “my handsome penguin”, and of course a personal favorite; “daddy”.

- Oz may scratch the back of his neck nervously, but chuckle all the same.

- It can be somewhat embarrassing but he adores you too much for it to get to him.

- Nobody better ridicule you or himself when you do it, or there will be hell to pay.

- He also doesn’t care if his men get annoyed, they just better keep it to themselves.

Gotham Penguin:

- Okay, but no seriously…could you not?

- It’s hard enough as it is to appear intimidating and go by “The Penguin”.

- He knows you mean well, you don't really think twice about his reputation…

- You just see your sweet, endearing, and loving Oswald.

- Oswald would be having a meeting with his people at the long dining table. With Butch standing at his side.

- You come in cheerfully to see Oz, without even noticing he's in company.

- "Hey Ozzie!"

- Silence fills the room, a pin could be heard.

- Oswald tried to remedy it by patting your hand and telling you he won't be long…

- You nod and lean in to kiss his cheek before running off.

- He shoots daggers to Butch who continues to chortle under his breath.

BTAS Penguin:

- He’s stuck between lovestruckness and slight embarrassment.

- Oswald doesn’t want you to stop, but knows he probably needs you too.

- He does have somewhat of a reputation to uphold in the criminal underworld.

- Oswald adores that you are so comfortable and adore him enough to bless him with a pet name.

- He won't be harsh or short with you, even if he's griping to his henchmen.

- It will literally be night and day the way he interacts with you and his henchmen.

- "You fools! If your absolute incompetence continues to hinder my schemes, I will-!"

- "Oswald? Where are you my handsome pengy?"

- The slightest snicker comes from one of his men and Oswald is quick to silence them with a terrifying stare.

- If they mention this incident to anyone, they will be bird food.

TNBA Penguin:

- Not that he doesn’t appreciate the sentiments…

- He just can’t exactly reciprocate them at the moment when he’s trying to take charge.

- There are moments he won't mind, like if he's entertaining guests at the Lounge.

- Oz would lavish in the adoration you're giving him, and it shows a different side to him.

- He's likely to tell you beforehand if he's discussing things with more…dangerous individuals.

- It's more or less to protect you, but also to ensure you don't let any pet names slip up.

- Whenever it does happen, he still keeps his cool meanwhile he's trying to hide his blush and not stammer his words.

Telltale Penguin:

- Why? You know how embarrassing this is for him!

- “Hey Ozzie wozzie, I was just wondering-”

- “No..no..don’t say another word.”

- You honestly revel in his exasperated head shakes and exhausted sighs.

- He won't ever admit it, but he does actually like it deep down.

- He likes the fact you're comfortable enough around him to tease and mess with him.

- The fact that you love him so much and in such a way that warrants you to give him stupid cute nicknames.

- Sometimes he's agitated whenever you do it in front of his crew.

- But his crew knows better not to mention it ever again after an incident.

One Bad Day Penguin:

- Oh boy…

- God it’s a good thing you’re cute, it makes you get away with…well everything.

- He’s wiping his face and pinching the bridge of his nose.

- It’s not like he can stop you.

- Oz does find it incredibly adorable.

- He can't help that his face may flush just slightly.

- Kinda like Farrell Penguin, he's also likely to dish it back to you with cutesy pet names.

- The only people allowed to tease him or mess with him about it are Lili and Freida.

The Batman (2004) Penguin:

- Ozzie groans as a cringey chill went down his spine.

- Really? "Ozzie wozzy??"

- And in front of his criminal peers in jail?

- You do realize he's got a reputation to protect, right?

- He's gone toe to toe with Batman, Joker, Riddler, and even had a rag-tag team of villains of his own!

- Oh but that…that doesn't stop you from doing it…

- It gets to a point that he doesn't even debate you or show his disdain for nicknames at least in public.

- He just becomes defensive whenever people tease him about your nicknames for him.

- "What're you laughing at? You're just jealous!"

Batman Unlimited Penguin:

- This Oswald takes a minute to respond.

- He’s still getting used to the foundations of a relationship…

- He completely disregarded the usage of pet names and when and where they’re appropriate to use.

- It takes awhile for Oswald to get used to your nicknames…but they make him feel absolutely elated.

- He may be embarrassed if you do it in front of others...

- But only for a moment...because embarrassment is quickly replaced with adoration.

- If anyone mocks him or you for your endearments he's swift to silence them.

- He's gone far too long with affection, far too long he's yearned to be addressed lovingly.

- Oswald would be damned if he let some random henchperson or passerby get in the way of that.

#ri writes #arkhamverse penguin x reader #reevesverse penguin x reader #farrell penguin x reader #gotham penguin x reader #btas penguin x reader #tnba penguin x reader #telltale penguin x reader #one bad day penguin x reader #the batman (2004) penguin x reader #batman unlimited penguin x reader #the penguin x reader #oswald cobblepot x reader #the penguin headcanons #oswald cobblepot headcanons

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intheticklecloset · 8 months

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Hihihi I just wanna say happy you’re back and love your all that you write but was wondering if you could do lee akutagawa and ler dazai with ribs. If not that’s completely ok and thank you for taking the time to read this I hope you have a great day❤️❤️

Ahhh I'm very late filling this request but I was so happy to get it and work on it! Thank you so much for the opportunity to write for these two! I couldn't help but make it just a liiiiittle longer, hehe. 💖

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For years, Akutagawa had craved Dazai’s attention.

At first it was just that – an acknowledgement of a job well done, a satisfied nod, a proud smile, literally anything that let Akutagawa know he was doing well in the eyes of his mentor.

But then Dazai left the Port Mafia, and the weretiger came along, and his desire for attention became something…more. Now he wasn’t satisfied with a simple “good job.” He wanted affection. A hug, a ruffle of his hair, a pat on the back. Something physical. Something that would help satisfy his craving for the touch of another human.

But of all the things Akutagawa had had in mind, this most certainly was not one of them.

“I said ‘well done,’” Dazai told him with that tiny smile he reserved for when he was about to do something completely out of the blue. The brunette reached for him, and Akutagawa flinched on instinct. “What more you do want?”

“Anything,” Aku rasped, then cleared his throat and glanced away. “Never mind, Dazai. I’m grateful merely for the slightest attention from you.”

Dazai hummed. “Are you sure? Then why do you look like you want a hug?”

Akutagawa had to bite his lip to keep from gasping at the idea. It wasn’t that he was attracted to his former boss in that kind of a way – the universe had seen to it that the weretiger be the sole recipient of that honor – but the thought that he might actually get something so personal from the man he’d long admired was…well, overwhelming.

“No?” Dazai asked when Aku took too long to respond. “Then…maybe something else?”

Akutagawa finally dragged his eyes up to look at him. “Like what?”

There was that tiny glint of mischief. Aku barely had time to register it before Dazai was suddenly very much in his personal space, and the terrible, overwhelming urge to laugh rose up in him. He slapped a hand over his mouth in horror, his brain taking a few extra seconds to process why such an absurd idea would even cross his mind.

Dazai’s fingers were deep in his ribs. He was tickling him.

Shit.

“Wait!” Akutagawa’s voice was pleading, though he didn’t mean for it to be. His lips trembled as he fought off a smile. “Wahahahahait, no!”

“Atsushi says you have dimples,” Dazai commented casually, eyes scanning his features, looking disappointed that he couldn’t see any.

Blast that weretiger for ratting him out, and blast Akutagawa’s stupid pride that he couldn’t even stand disappointing Dazai even in this way.

He let himself give in and smile – really smile – just long enough for Dazai to exclaim, “Oh, you do have dimples! How adorable~”

“Stohohohohop!” Aku begged, raspy laughter escaping his lips as he squirmed. “Unhahahahand me at once!”

Dazai nodded sagely. “Atsushi told me you’d say that. Those exact words, even. ‘Unhand me.’”

“Dazahahahahai!”

“Buuuuut…” the brunette grinned playfully and wrapped his arms around Aku’s waist, further trapping him and tickling the backs of his ribs all in one move, making the younger man’s laughter rise in pitch. “He also told me you didn’t mean it~”

Akutagawa was going to kill the weretiger one day. A slow, torturous, painful death. But in the meantime, he had to find a way out of this predicament.

“Dahahahahahazai…!”

#fanfiction #tickle drabble #coffee shots #bungo stray dogs #bsd #akutagawa ryuunosuke #dazai osamu #tickling #ticklish #tickle

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finleyforevermore · 4 months

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY @electricfied-wolf!!!! 🧁🥳🧁🥳🎉🎊✨🍰🎁🎂💐💚💖✨🎉🎊🎁🎂🎈

Ok everybody sit down. This is gonna be a long one.

We met in March (early 2023 feels like it was a year ago!) and I am not exaggerating in the SLIGHTEST when I say every moment I've ever had with you has been an absolute joy. I've never not laughed at one of your jokes (double negative! XD), I love hearing you talk and ramble about all your awesome ideas, and when I've got an idea to share you're always willing to listen and with loads of enthusiasm!

There have been a multitude of moments where I've cried happy tears thinking of stuff you've said about me, I'm not even kidding. As you donwith everyone, you showered me in so many compliments and I've probably never felt more validated and significant whenever you talk about me. Maybe it's silly to be so overjoyed over compliments but idk, it all means the world to me.

If I haven't said it enough, I love you Wolf. And I thank you so much for your heart of gold, your humor, your compassion, and for being the person responsible for this part of my intro XD

Your unwavering support, creativity, and compassion is genuinely so admirable. Being your ray of sunshine has been such an honor, privilege, blessing, whatever the word is!!

I think my tags on older rbs of your posts describe how I feel best.

I hope this birthday is the best one yet because you deserve it. Nothing but the absolute best. Thank you so much for everything, Wolfy. I love you so much /plat 💖💖💖💖💚💚💙💙💙💙💙💙💚💚💚💖💖💖💖💖

#queued #happy birthday #wolf! 🐺

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gabriels-wings-of-freedom · 1 year

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Ok SO Crowley Request coming in! Could you please write something were Reader shows affection through physical touch and has a habit of like, hugging her brothers from behind when they sit or just hugging Castiel whenever they see each other and just doesn’t need an excuse in general to cuddle the people she likes. And once she‘s seen Crowley a few times she starts greeting him with a hug too and he responds cheeky to kinda brush over the fact that hes caught off guard and kinda likes it? And maybe then eventually she has a breakdown because she doesn’t feel good enough or useful at all and he comforts her with physical touch cause he knows that thats her preferred love language? Id love for Reader to be kind and sweet like in that ‚to make a Deal’ Request. Sorry it’s such a long Request!!

Oh no worries! I like this!💖 I hope I get the reader well! It reminds me of that time in season 12 when Crowley got hugged and was just SHOCKED XD

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Even The King of Hell Deserves Hugs

You love to hug people from your own brothers to Castiel. Even Crowley cannot escape your physical touch, but when push comes to shove, he realizes how important it is.

You knew who he was, but it didn’t matter to you. In your eyes, he was an ally like Castiel despite your brothers’ dislike of him. Crowley has helped you guys plenty of times, even if he denies it. So after getting to see him a few times, you decided it was alright to do your signature thing.

You see, physical touch is a big thing for you.

Hugs are how you show a lot of your affection. Touching another person just brings such comfort to you. Sam and Dean love your hugs, Sam immediately trying to hug you back while Dean pretends like he wants you to stop touching him even though he is smiling. Castiel soon grew to except your hugs, even though it frightens him sometimes.

“Sam, what are you up to?” You asked as you walked into the bunker’s library where Sam was sitting at the table with his laptop. As you walked over you hugged him from behind, nuzzling your head against his. He lightly chuckled at your actions.

“I’m trying to find some proof on the existence of incubi. Dean says they aren’t real.” Sam explained and before you could explain the man himself walks into the room.

“Because I only want the female sex demons to lure me to bed and kill me. I don’t the swing the other way.” Dean said with a shudder as he walked into the room with Castiel close behind.

“What were you up to?” You asked your other brother before letting go of Sam and coming to hug Dean.

“Just showing Cas some memes-”

“I don’t see why it’s necessary.” The angel interrupted but Dean kept talking.

“-because he needs to get up to speed with people’s sense of humor. It’s starting to get embarrassing.” Dean finished his explanation, causing Castiel to give him an offensive look as you moved to hug the angel next.

“Cas! It’s always so good to see you.” You said, but he still squeaked when you hugged him, taking a few seconds before hugging you back. He was still growing used to your sudden affections, especially since he’s rarely hugged in his life.

Speaking of rarely hugged...

“Hello boys.” The familiar accent ran through the bunker like a chilling wind. All eyes were on Crowley and Dean just groaned.

“Man! Who left the warding down?” He asked angrily. You, Sam, and Castiel just looked at him in confusion.

“You.” They all said and Dean just cursed under his breath before sitting at the table with a pout. Crowley made some comment about how it was nice to see him too. Sam just sighed before looking at the demon.

“Crowley, what do you want?” He asked as politely as he could. You moved from Castiel to eye him. Crowley was standing at the head of the table dressed in all black like usual.

Not having the slightest clue about what you were about to do.

“I wanted to know if you had any-what is she doing?” Crowley’s dark and intimidating voice immediately changed to confusion with a hint of fear as the topic drastically changed. You had moved over while he was talking to give him a hug, something you typically do once you feel comfortable with them.

“Um...didn’t know I was so special.” Crowley said cheekily with one of those smiles that seem unintentional, like he can’t help it. But it disappeared quickly when he saw all the boys staring at him.

“Really Y/N? Him? Why?” Dean accused you as you released the man in black. You gave Crowley a slight smile as he was still trying to comprehend what just happened and how he felt about it.

“It’s just how I greet people Dean. You know that. Even Crowley deserves hugs.” You told him while folding your arms and shrugging.

“Yeah, but he’s not people.” The older Winchester retorted. Normally, Crowley would’ve had something to refute that with, but he was so caught off guard by your sudden gesture of affection that he didn’t have any words at the ready. Perhaps he kind of...No.

No. He doesn’t like it. He can’t like it. You’re a Winchester.

“Well...until next time.” Crowley was quick to clear his throat to brush away any thoughts that he could possibly have.

“Wait, didn’t you have something-and he’s gone.” Sam started to say as Crowley dematerialized from the room like he was never there to begin with. You expected the cheekiness and slight discomfort from him, but you never expected to catch that small smile. It made you feel all warm inside, and it made you reach a decision no matter if your brothers liked it or not.

Crowley needed more hugs, and good thing it was your favorite gesture to give.

Every time he appeared before you guys, you would greet him with a hug. And every time, Crowley would give you some cheeky response that would result in Dean nearly killing him. But little did you know, he was doing that to hide his own feelings. Crowley was the King of Hell, and the King of Hell cannot like hugs.

Yet, he loved receiving them from you. Perhaps he has grown soft.

He now realizes there are times he comes to you guys and doesn’t even need anything. Crowley just wanted to receive your hug, that greeting you give to people that you deem you care about. The demon didn’t understand how that could be possible in his case, but he was grateful. It became like a drug to him, something that he needed from you even if he could never return it.

So, when he sensed that the bunker’s warding was off, he appeared.

“Hello...boys?” Crowley was surprised to find no one in the room when he showed up. And it was quiet. Way too quiet.

“Moose?” He called out while walking around a bit.

“Squirrel?” He then tried, looking behind things. Crowley knew that they weren’t always here, but something in the air felt off.

“Kitten?” Crowley then called out his nickname for you. Something he adopted after a couple hugs when he struggled to come up with words. It was then that his ears picked up the sound of someone crying.

And since it sounded like a woman, he grew worried. Even more so when it led to your door.

“Y/N...” Crowley didn’t even know his voice was capable of being so soft when he saw you curled up at the foot of your bed, looking sadder than he’s ever seen you. Crowley was used to you being so friendly and sweet, so whatever made you so sad, he was going to find it and kill it.

But you must really feel down because Crowley didn’t receive his welcome hug.

“Crowley...what are you doing here?” Gosh, you even sounded awful, and your tear-stained eyes made his shriveled heart twist in a weird way.

“Never mind that...what happened to you?” He asked while approaching you gently, however, his question just caused you to tear up again as you hugged your knees and buried your face in them as you cried. Crowley crouched beside you and hesitated a bit before placing a hand on your back, patting gently.

“There...there...” He said with an uncomfortable look on his face, not used to this.

After a while, you did compose yourself enough to explain why you were so upset. Apparently, Sam and Dean went on a hunt without you, a werewolf or something. Whatever it was, it was bad. But what really hurt you is that they took Cas with them instead of you. You’ve been hunting way longer than the angel has, and you didn’t care if he was practically immortal. Experience is where it counts. You told him that because of that, it made you feel just awful.

“It’s like I’m not good enough...not strong enough to help them. I mean, I always kind of felt like that...but this proves it.” You ended with your voice choking up on more tears as your shoulders shook. Crowley truly did feel bad for you. As was said, you were too kind to be treated like that.

But as much as he wanted to get involved, he didn’t want to make you more upset. Instead, Crowley did something that he’s never done before.

He hugged you.

It was awkward and not quite right, his arms being kind of lopsided, but he was trying his best. Crowley knew you were one for action and not words. Physical touch is what spoke to you, and if that was going to make you feel comfort, he was damn well going to try.

“Crowley...what are you doing?” You said in a muffled tone as his arm was kind of in your face.

“Hugging...you?” He said in uncertainly, also unsure of what he was doing. It was enough to almost make you cry again, but not out of sadness. They say demons have no feelings, but Crowley was going through such levels of discomfort to make you feel better. He could’ve lectured you, told you how great you were, or went to confront the boys. But instead, he stayed and hugged you because he knew that’s what you loved.

“Thank you...” You said softly through your sore throat as you maneuvered yourself to hug him better. Crowley tensed slightly, but for the first time, he kept his arms around you as you guys basically cuddled.

“Always kitten...I’m here for you...” Crowley struggled to say it, but this was also the first time that a hug didn’t lead to a cheeky comment. You were in too much of an emotional state for him to do that.

He even moved to grab your hand, shocking you more.

“I know how much touch means to you...and I’m starting to see why. The feeling it gives...makes me so happy.” Crowley confessed, looking away from you to gain enough confidence to even say it. Instead of responding, you just hugged him tighter.

“You’re amazing...A hug can’t express how grateful I am that you are here...” You said while nuzzling into his shoulder. Crowley smirked and resisted the urge to chuckle as he held you tighter.

“I’m not amazing, Y/N...I’m Crowley.”

#supernatural #supernatural imagine #crowley #crowley x reader #crowley imagine #supernatural crowley

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buckgasms · 1 year

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Ok, I'm sorry for interrupting your busy schedule AGAIN, but hear me out. I really wanna see the softer side of Daddy Bear. I know he's a dark character, and all but I just hear me out a little bit I wanna see what he does when let's say Goldilocks get and injury or something from chores or like just like cute interactions between them LIKE cute little gifts he makes her cute little things she does for him or celebrating holidays and birthdays together or Goldilocks having a bad day and how she gets treated or vice versa or Daddy bear reading Goldilocks to sleep when she can't sleep or Goldilocks treating daddy bear after a nightmare or Goldilocks having separation anxiety crying ugly when daddy bear has work and wanting to cuddle him to death the moment he returns home or bucky heart melting into a FUCKING SWIMMING POOL when Goldilocks complements him I'm sorry I've written the whole dictionary but you don't have to though we have imagination for a reason lol. also, I wrote this poem for you enjoy my love😘. I LOVE YOU POM I HOPE YOU'VE HAD A GREAT DAY OR WEEK OR MONTH I HOPE YOU HAVE GREAT COMPANY IN YOUR LIFE CAUSE IF HEAR THAT A BITCH MADE YOU FEEL THE SLIGHTEST AMOUNT OF AND THING THAT ISN'T JOY I'M NUKING FUCKING RUSSIA UNTIL THEY APOLOGISE love you tons pom bye wife🫶🏾

Babes I love you so much - I would do anything for you okaaaaay!!!!

You want soft Goldilocks hmm?

Ok lemme give you something sweet just because you are such a sweetie to me 💖 I hope this is okay????? I might have to explore some of these ideas further 😅

- Well any time Goldilocks hurts herself doing chores Daddy Bear is beside himself both with worry and pride. His perfect sweetheart/wife in training has worked so hard to make everything perfect just for him!

- You're gonna get cuddles, kisses, he's gonna rub your sore muscles and tell you how much he loves you.

- I can imagine him checking you over for other injuries just so he can squeeze at your body possessively and tease you until you are 💦wet💦 so he can then say what a naughty girl you are and what a perfect wife you are going to make because you are always ready for Daddy Bear.

- Obviously you can't go out or anything but he lets you roam the immediate area of his cabin and sometimes you find pretty flowers or pebbles or feathers and collect them for him which he loves.

- Or you draw something beautiful like the scenery or a picture of him and he's just thrilled because even though you don't have much to work with, you still think of him and make something special.

- Daddy bear will bring home all kinds of gifts for you, but he has to be careful not to arouse suspicion. So everything comes in discreet packaging and you get quite excited wondering what's inside.

- Mostly it's clothing, although often very skimpy things like little frilly aprons, or sundresses or pretty shoes.

- If you mention a book you loved to read he would get that for you too, although he avoids too many reminders of your old life just in case it makes you want to leave him!

- He will also make you little things. Wooden items are his speciality of course but I feel he is quite crafty with other things too. Like I imagine he makes you a little leather collar with his name etched on it????

- And so many flowers 🌸🌼💐

🩷

- He decides instead of celebrating your birthday, he wants to celebrate the day you came to him. So every year he gets a little bear for you, and I feel like some kind of roleplay into reliving the night but he has heavily edited it to make you think it's more like a rescue than what it actually was.

- One day you shyly ask him when his birthday is and from that moment you are planning the most perfect day.

- You wake up early and surprise him with a little treat under the covers which has him growling awake. The rest of the morning is spent doing whatever he likes to you, but it works out well for you!

- Then you make him a delicious birthday cake and surprise him with a present. I like the idea of it being a pregnancy test because that's what Daddy Bear wants more than anything, but it could also just be something sweet like you've packed a picnic and ask if you can go into the woods for the day?

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- Also random but I totally picture him dancing alot with you.

- Its a nice excuse to be close and touch you and hold you tight without being so intense. And he can have fun with it, swirling you around, dipping you suddenly and lifting you up.

- You squeal and giggle a lot because you don't really know what is happening but it's fun and makes your stomach flip when he's holding you like that 🥹

🩷

- If Goldilocks has a bad day.... Well it depends why. If it's because she is missing home or being mopey, Daddy Bear doesn't have much patience for that. He will be kind, but he just reminds you that he is the only one who could look after you so well.

- If it's because you need him, well he's got all the time in the world for that. He'll snuggle up with you, play games and tell you funny stories because he loves you giggling in his lap.

- Maybe he'll take you for a nice walk in the sunshine and then find a suitable tree to fuck you against until you can't even remember your name, let alone what you were sad about.

- Your wellbeing is his top priority so whatever you need, you get.... Sort of 😂

🩷

- If you complimented him?????

- He would be such a goofball about it.

- Firstly because you'd be so shy and cute and he'd know you must have been thinking about it a long time before you could say it.

- But also, he doesn't want to be a monster in your eyes, so when you tell him how handsome he is, or that you loved his gifts, or you are glad he's your daddy bear.... Oh it's just too much.

- He compliments you all day long

- You are perfect, soft, gonna make such a good momma bear, take him so well, always ready, beautiful, everything to him.

- ugh

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- I think you both have separation anxiety tbh! He hates leaving you alone because what if someone finds you and takes you away? He sometimes calls you over the radio at lunchtime and checks in on you.

- You always sit around it at lunchtime waiting for his call and you chat very briefly feeling a little better for it.

- For your part, you hate when he leaves for work. It takes you a few hours to come out of your gloom, wishing you could just sit with him and cuddle all day.

- You distract yourself with chores because you know it makes him happy and that does help.

- But nothing beats when you hear his truck driving down the long road to the cabin.

- You fix your hair and apron and wait eagerly on the deck, bouncing from one foot to the other in excitement.

- Once he's out of the car you run over to him and jump into his waiting arms, kissing his face until your lips meet in a hungry kiss.

"Missed you Daddy Bear" you pout and cling to his arms. He smiles at the routine of it all. "Missed you too Goldilocks"

#goldilock au #goldilocks au #dark!bucky x y/n #dark!bucky barnes #💌#bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky imagine #dark fluff

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demigoddessqueens · 1 year

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Hope you have been doing well!! If you have some time could you write something where boyfriends vax & percy forget their s/o's bday and both have to scamble to put together a party of some sort? Also what would they do to beg for forgiveness 😞 just hoping they would shower their s/o with kisses and treats 💖

Oh I’d can imagine they would be pulling all the stops to say “I’m sorry 😣”

Vax’ildan

The resigned sighs, far off look in your eyes, distant nature. This wasn’t like you in the slightest. Was something wrong? Were you ok? Sick? For a sleuth at times, there was no time wasted in getting down to the bottom of things. A discarded parchment, some concoction that was gnawed on…the flower you picked only for special occasions. Oh no. No. No!! Gods he couldn’t have been such a fool to forget your—-! Going with his gut feeling, the half-elf wasted no time barging into almost every shop. From the littlest trinkets that you maybe glanced at for a second to something meaningful

You heard a loud racking at your door later the night. Only to find Vax with a pile of gifts in his hands and knees threatening to give out as he scrambled for an explanation and apology. Though it caught you by surprise, you were still miffed at the reminder. Signaling for him to come in to your rooms, the gifts tumbled out of his arms as they clattered to the floor. You see the bashful remorse on Vax’s face as he mutters an apology to you. Awaiting any form of your rejection (he knows he f’ed up), you go for a small hug and cheek kiss instead before it’s returned tenfold with a heated kiss pouring out the love he has for you.

Percy

You had a tight smile to your face the entire day, and you withheld your usual morning kiss that you gracefully pecked on his cheek. Was something the matter? Your eyes betrayed the stormy emotions underneath. The reminder came in a rude awakening one brunch morning. You were dressed in new clothes but withheld the usual morning kiss after he paid you a compliment with a fallen smile. Vex mused to herself as usual as you walked away. “Hhmm…they didn’t seem that upset on their birthday.”

Suddenly, Percy feels as if he wants the earth to swallow him whole because he deserves it. He’ll make it up to you, no matter how long it takes. Or it could be this evening as your greeted at your door with an eager Percy (more than usually normal) and his kiss in an embrace. He extends his arm to you. The more high-end garbs also don’t go unnoticed. “I’m sorry I forgot. It was entirely foolish of me. And selfish. And thoughtless. If you’ll still have me, I wish to celebrate such an occasion with you. Properly this time.”

#critical role #inbox asks #tlovm #vox machina #vax’ildan vessar #percy de rolo #inbox request #vax’ildan x reader #percival fredrickstein von musel de rolo iii #percival de rolo iii #percival de rolo x reader #vax x reader

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spicedrobot · 6 months

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maybe something with omeluum and a peculiar (sex pollen) mushroom from the underdark?!

(tumblr ate this ask, but I still had the email of it so here you go !!)

this also has blurg in it because I love them together I hope that's ok 🥰💖🙈 there's also slight spoilers for act 1/underdark/myconid colony content!

Tav returned to the myconid colony more quickly than Omeluum had anticipated. Normally, it would attribute Tav’s expeditiousness to his competency, but as the half-elf withdrew the requested specimen from his bag, Omeluum gave pause. Tav's movements were jittery and clumsy compared to the capable, dexterous ranger that it had observed previously.

It wanted to inquire about the specimen’s procurance—it had only learned of the mushroom from a half-rotten journal which gave only vagaries to the fungi’s location—but Tav didn’t appear in good health. His dusky complexion was splotched all the way to the tips of his ears, and his skin glistened with a sheen more commonly found on illithid than humanoids. For a moment, Omeluum worried that his transformation had begun. Though the other telltale symptoms had not yet manifested, and Tav requested no assistance with the tadpole as he had done before. He simply stumbled away after payment was exchanged, his large druid companion tailing closer behind him than the rest.

Curious, indeed. But if Tav’s condition was not an immediate cause for alarm, then Omeluum could turn its attention to the strange new specimen.

Unfolding it from the cloth it was wrapped in revealed an innocuous mushroom with a dark blue stem and supple, rounded caps. At first glance, it would seem at home with the other species nestled in the colony’s meadows. Omeluum wondered at its properties: the journal had been as vague about them as it had its location.

It retreated to the small dwelling that constituted as the Society’s residence within the colony, away from the prying receptors of the myconid who may look poorly upon such a rarity dissected for research. Omeluum donned gloves and eyewear before handling the specimen directly. Overly precautious, perhaps, as few of the more dangerous Underdark fungi affected illithid in the same manner as its native denizens.

As it turned out, Omeluum’s precautions had not mattered in the slightest.

After a few hours of inspection and initial observational notes, a dreariness began to overtake Omeluum. It may’ve suspected something was amiss, but it was past its normal time to rest, so it retired with little resistance.

It woke some time later to a hard grip on its shoulder.

“Omeluum, are you well?”

Blurg was leaning over it, shaking it awake. Omeluum sat up in its bedroll and looked blearily at Blurg. His brows and mouth were pinched with concern, and his face was oddly colored in the dim light.

Strange… as strange as how Omeluum was feeling. Its skin tingled, felt as slick as it did after a proper and sumptuous meal. There was an unusual softness to its thoughts as well, as if they were a viscous solution being filtered by mere gravity. And the warmth—no, the heat—radiating in curious places—along its tentacles, beneath Blurg’s grip, and lower, much lower—

Omeluum meant to speak. Instead, it released a quiet, throaty rumble that shivered down to the tips of its tentacles.

Impossibly, Blurg’s complexion darkened further, rich purple blooming over his cheeks and nose. He released Omeluum and began to pull away, but Omeluum grabbed his wrist.

They both froze. Omeluum hadn’t meant to do that.

“That new specimen. It’s done something to you,” Blurg breathed.

Omeluum could find nothing to protest such a claim. It had been in perfect health before. “That would also explain the strange state of our infected companions.” It spoke slowly, each word rising soft like a bubble that was apt to be forgotten as soon as it popped. “Where is the specimen?”

“I’ve placed it in a more suitable container outside. Speaking of…” Blurg kept looking down at where Omeluum was holding him, then to his own feet, unwilling to meet its eyes. “... you should get some fresh air. Well, fresher. That mushroom’s spores have permeated the dwelling. Smells like a brothel in here.”

“A nice brothel, or a poor one?” Omeluum said as carefully as it could. It could not smell, at least not in the ways that other beings did. Its tentacles began to curl in on themselves, dragging along their own lengths restlessly.

Blurg laughed. The comment seemed to ease him, and he looked at Omeluum properly. “A fine one.”

“And what aromas comprise of a fine brothel?”

Blurg’s gaze dropped to its tentacles. His shoulders tightened again. Omeluum felt the tension in Blurg’s wrist, his throbbing pulse, but he didn’t pull away. And Omeluum didn’t let go.

“It smells… good. Honey-sweet like a sussur bloom. And like sex, of course.”

Omeluum’s mind supplied what its olfactory senses lacked. It had tasted honey before, and it had felt the soft petals of a delicate sussur. Sex, it barely remembered; it hardly ever considered such acts as an illithid. But at its mention, Omeluum tightened its grip on Blurg’s wrist. Blood thundered under its palm, and the heat within itself grew to a fever pitch.

“I do not think… I should be outside in my current state.”

“Are you sure that’s wise? The affects may lessen—”

Omeluum shook its head. It pressed Blurg’s hand to its chest. Tentacles parted to make way for it, then drew closer again, sliding along his exposed forearm. There was a sensation, almost like a current, where their bodies connected. Omeluum closed its eyes, felt them cross in its skull, felt its lower half quiver.

“Omeluum,” Blurg choked out. His hand flexed against its chest, his claws digging into its tunic, scoring covered flesh. His voice was closer. He was closer. “Are you in pain? What should I do?”

“I…” Omeluum swallowed, shifted. It was humid inside and out, wet skin and heat. It was leaking through its tunic. “Will you touch me… offer succor?” It was almost too easy to ask, with its eyes closed, with Blurg so close, sharing its breath. “It… it will help.”

“Touch you.” Almost a question. His voice rose, cracked.

Omeluum opened its eyes. Blurg was staring at Omeluum, staring hard. His nostrils were flared, his eyes bright. He was inhaling the spores, scenting Omeluum.

He was interested. In an academic or sensual sense, Omeluum had no preference. It just wanted, burned. Its trousers were slick with it, its tentacles writhing, clutching what it could of Blurg’s arm, weaving between his fingers, leaving warm, damp trails in their wake.

Things proceed quickly, then. Omeluum shifting over on its bedroll and Blurg all but falling into it. Its tentacles never quite freeing Blurg, dragging relentlessly over him until his hand slipped into Omeluum’s trousers. Then its tentacles clung.

Omeluum tossed its head back and groaned at the touch. It had felt hot, and with fingers pressed against it, it was unbearable. The pressure it hadn’t been able to identify rose—desire, desperation—in organs that were all but vestigial. It throbbed and grew against Blurg’s hand, twisting and pulsing as something emerged from its body. Tentacles of some kind, Omeluum hadn’t even known that about itself, its dormant physiology normally so forgettable, so unimportant.

Blurg swore, his head half-tucked into Omeluum’s shoulder. He was embarrassed, and Omeluum knew it was asking too much of its companion. But shame wasn’t enough to make Omeluum push him away.

As the uniqueness of Omeluum’s body unfurled to Blurg’s touch, he groaned, leaned in closer, began to observe the mystery between Omeluum’s thighs. There was no way to tell him how to do it. Omeluum didn’t know itself. Yet, they were learned men, weren’t they? Blurg tested the external appendages first, stroking over them, petting along and between.

Omeluum clutched at him. “Perhaps… internal stimulation?”

Blurg went purple in the ears, then he pressed a finger inside, careful with his claws. There wasn’t much room for it, but it was better like this, hotter, deeper. As he grew more confident, he hooked two fingers within, ground his knuckles against something firmer than the surrounding soft, twitching muscles. Omeluum began to rock into this touch instinctively, felt its insides seize and swell, tender and more sensitive than it would’ve dreamed. The sensation was incredible. Its external appendages agreed, dripping and twisting, curling around Blurg’s wrists, pulling him closer, trying to draw more inside.

“Blurg, I—” Omeluum whispered. Its hands clasped the back of Blurg’s tunic, claws nearly rending the fabric in its desperation.

Blurg’s words, though gruff, were little more than a moan.“Well, get on with it.”

He shifted his hand harder, circling against something new, something deeper, that spotted out Omeluum’s vision. Its tentacles were acting on their own again, salacious, twisting around Blurg’s throat, slipping against the edges of his ears. It wanted to push inside Blurg somehow, his mouth, stuff him full, have him choke—

Strangely, it was that thought that undid Omeluum, had it writhing as wildly as its tentacles, spilling in a hot rush over Blurg’s hand. The motions were uncontrolled, and it felt Blurg’s nails against it, but it was not enough to put off its ardor, in fact, it only seemed to enhance it.

When Omeluum’s thoughts dared to drift outward, it realized its tentacles were twisted around Blurg’s jaw, their tips trailing around his mouth. He was wet with Omeluum’s touch, marked. His breath was shallow, his pupils dilated.

“I think I’m also in need of… assistance,” Blurg said.

The spores, Omeluum thought belatedly, and looked down.

Blurg’s trousers were tented with desire. A desire that Omeluum had never dealt with before. But Omeluum felt certain that, between them both, they would be able to figure it out.

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