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Forest Fantasy

Pairing: Werewolf!Walter Marshall x Reader

Summary: There's a new hotel in town. It can't possibly be what it's advertised as, can it?

Word Count: 6.5K

Warnings: 18+, NO MINORS, cunnilingus, p in v (missionary and doggy style), monster fucking (right?).

A/N: I was considering waiting until Oct, but it's a fucking Super Moon tonight so let's gooooo.....!!!!!

When The Fantasy Hotel opened up in town, you scoffed at first. "What’s with this name? What kind of depravity is this? Why can't folks just fuck in their own homes?" you thought to yourself. “At least they have someone to fuck. Why must they flaunt their relationships in my face this way?”

But then you heard the whispers. The suggestions. The innuendos. A few of your online friends, who know you'd been through a dry spell for some time now, had been asking if you'd given any thought to trying it out and you were...confused. They wouldn't say outright what they'd heard about the place, but curiosity got the better of you.

You opened the incognito browser and typed the hotel name and were...shocked. Shocked at the images and the rave reviews. This hotel wasn't strictly for couples. As a matter of fact, it was designed for singles. And you shut your laptop quickly, convinced this wasn't for you and worried what your anonymous, online friends must think of you. You broached the subject delicately, so as not to offend in case maybe they didn't really know what they were asking about.

MNstrluvr: Come on. You've read the fics. You've liked and commented. Are you really saying you weren't into it? The idea of it?

sendmeanangel: I was sucked in by the phenomenal writing. You know me. I read anything if it's told well, descriptive, immersive, get you out of your head.

darkgothnightengale: This is THAT. But IRL. You're fucking lucky they picked your town to open the first one. You HAVE to try it and tell us how it is!!!

sendmeanangel: Have you seen the prices?

darkgothnightengale: We chipped in.

sendmeanangel:...

MNstrluvr: Come on! We're dying to know first hand from someone we actually know. Please. For science!

It took a few more gentle prods and pokes, with promises of no jokes unless you gave specific permission. And under NO CIRCUMSTANCES were your friends allowed to post anything that even vaguely alluded to the fact that you were trying the place out. Private DMs and Super Private Chat Room discussions only.

Your visit was booked. You opted for a brief stay only. Two hours. You couldn't bring yourself to book a longer stay and the theme you selected was one that allowed for less than full evenings. It was also the only slot available on the day you were able to ask off work.

You showered and primped, pampering yourself with your favorite body wash and lotion, knowing how good it made you feel to be fresh and clean and smelling delicious. You checked your clothes and your makeup in the full length mirror by your apartment door, opting not to change for the fiftieth time since stepping out of the shower. A few final items stuffed into your travel satchel and the large floppy hat on your head you'd bought specifically to hide your face as you made your way into the hotel and you were off for your adventure, trepidation buzzing around your insides and threatening to derail your purpose.

Your friends had paid and you figured you were already past a normal hotel refund window, so paying them back would mean picking up a few extra shifts on top of your already hectic university schedule. Besides, you didn't want to disappoint them. They were so curious to know if the stories that were starting to pop-up on Tumblr did any justice to the experience. You really couldn’t imagine this was anything more than some extremely well put together costumes and perhaps use of silicon implements, which had you really wondering about sanitation, but whatever.

The cab pulled up at the hotel entrance and a petite woman with a pixie cut stepped forward to open the door and help you out. She gave a warm smile with no hint of derision or teasing about the hat as she welcomed you sincerely and led you through the front doors, depositing you at the registration desk.

"Enjoy your stay!" she beamed at you, with a conspiratorial wink before heading back out to, you assumed, await the next guest.

You called out a thanks after her, then turned to the front desk attendant, who welcomed you by name.

"You have the only check in slot at this time," he answered your unspoken question with a kind smile. "We stagger arrival on purpose to ensure privacy for our guests. Especially first time visits. We have you booked in the Deep Forest Suite for the next two hours, and it looks like you requested the basket add on. That will be waiting for you in the room. Since it is your first time, we just need you to sign a few waivers and I'll run through the hotel safety rules for you. A copy has also been sent to your email, if you want to check them during your stay. But also, rest assured, your host is well versed and knows exactly how to keep you safe. You are in good hands here, I promise."

Every word spoken carefully and with respect, every inflection designed to put your worries at ease. If you had butterflies going in, you'd never know it now. You had taken notice of the lush and inviting lobby, dark wood furniture covered in rich velvet, chandeliers and wall sconces casting a warm glow around you. There was nothing menacing or untoward, nothing like you had expected, even after seeing the interior photos online. You'd experienced marketing ploys before. This wasn't glue disguised as milk or fries on toothpicks to stand up straight in the box or a long angle shot of the tiniest pool ever. Everything so far was exactly as depicted and you were impressed.

Then you remembered the photo of your host and had to swallow hard. You had assumed it was a doctored image, maybe some unique lighting to draw attention. But if the decor was real, then maybe he was too. The rules were oddly specific for an experience with a guy in a costume.

Maybe everything you had assumed about the nature of this hotel was wrong.

"Everything okay?" the clerk asked with a furrowed brow. "Is there something worrisome about the rules?"

"Oh. No. No everything is fine. I'm just..." you trailed off. Nervous wasn't the right word. Nor were you embarrassed, as you thought you would be. The door attendant, the desk clerk...neither had made you feel anything but welcome and safe and not self-conscious at all.

"It's perfectly reasonable to feel a little apprehension your first time. If it makes you feel better, you should know: you actually can opt out at any time. We do have to retain a portion of the room fee, but a partial refund is available. Should you change your mind."

"That's nice to know, thank you. I think I'll be okay."

"Then let's get you to your room,” he clapped his hands together with a mirth. “427. Elevator is down the hall and there are directional signs, but I'm happy to escort you if you'd like."

"I think I'll manage, but thank you."

As he placed the key in your possession and sent you on your way, the reality sunk in a little deeper. Weighed down by the heavy iron key in your hand as you rode the elevator to the fourth floor and stepped down the hall to your room, you could no longer deny what was about to occur.

You were headed into the wolf's den.

The door unlocked with a satisfying click as you turned the iron key. You were transported to a lush forest setting when you stepped into the room. Or as close as you could get indoors, anyway. A carpet of deep, soft green lay on the floor beneath your feet, and you immediately slipped out of your shoes to feel the cool material on your skin. It was impossibly silky, smooth, and comforting.

Large potted fir and pine plants lined the walls and stood in corners. At least a few held miniature deciduous trees and some with limbs stretching across the ceiling. You finally let your eyes fall on the chunky, four-poster bed, the legs, head- and foot-boards crafted of smooth finished logs you might find in a high-end cabin or ski chalet and covered in a thick feather mattress wrapped in luxurious blankets and piled high with pillows.

A picnic basket sat prim and proper on the coffee table nestled between two plump, overstuffed chairs and you had just reached out to peek beneath the deep red cloth when the door closed softly behind you and a throat cleared.

"I hope I haven't startled you."

You turned and gasped as you took in the sight of one of the largest, and, for lack of a better description because your brain was starting to fail you, manliest men you'd ever set eyes on. His photograph might have been deceptive, but only because it didn't do him justice. He wore a thick, blue cable knit sweater and dark gray cargo pants that seemed to mold around his thighs. He was barefoot, which surprised you a little, but then who were you to judge at the moment?

You caught his smirk as you lifted your gaze to appreciate the rugged beard and full head of chocolate curls that framed his face, offsetting mesmerizing blue eyes.

"I'm Walter," he offered you his hand as he spoke your name with a gentle growl. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"You're not..." you stopped yourself, suddenly embarrassed at how eager you'd found yourself. "Forgive me. That may have been a rude way to start."

"It's okay," he chuckled. "This isn't the form you signed up for, but I've found it more enjoyable to at least meet in this state. If I bounded in here all claws and snarls, we wouldn't have a chance to speak first. And I prefer to have at least a quick chat, if that's okay with you."

"It's fine," you whispered, your throat dry though your mouth was watering.

Walter stepped past you and reached a large mitt into the basket to pull out a bottle of water.

"Would you like to talk with me a bit?" he asked, offering you the bottle. Your eyes lingered on the basket, though, curious what else might be in there. The amenity said “Fantasy Basket”, so it could have just been a riff on the hotel name, but still, you had assumed…

“Did you not get a chance to peek before I arrived?” he asked as you took a sip of water.

“No. Do you know what’s in there?”

“I do,” another chuckle, deeper and darker than before. “Do you want to know now, or later?”

“We don’t have a lot of time, do we?” you asked, suddenly aware and mentally kicking yourself for thinking you didn’t need more than a few hours to get the lay of the land. Literally, you snorted at your internal joke.

“Something funny?”

“Lay of the land,” you replied with a grin and as he laughed with you, you caught sight of his canines. They seemed a little longer than when you saw them in his first grin. At the moan that slipped from your throat, he darkened again.

“That it will be.”

You gasped and squeezed your thighs, clenching at the reverberation in his voice. Something had changed from even just the moment before when he’d entered the room. Aside from the physical appearance, you sensed a shift in the air, something wavering in the ether around you. A heat crept from your core to your cheeks, through your spine and settled into your chest. You were breathless.

“How do we…um, how does this start?”

“We’ve already started, haven’t we?” he replied, a little mysteriously. “Sit with me?”

What made you drop to the floor beneath you instead of onto the comfortable looking seat, you couldn’t say, but here you were resting back on your heels as you took another drink of water from the glass bottle in your hand.

“I was going to suggest the chairs, but if you prefer the ground, I’m happy to say I do too.”

Walter stepped forward and lowered himself to the ground beside you, one knee splayed wide and almost touching yours, the other knee bent with an elbow draped over it as he leaned toward you. You could swear you caught him sniffing the air.

“I don’t know what to say,” you spoke with caution, suddenly overwhelmed. The day was just becoming a series of flip-flops in your mind as you imagined yourself, sometimes bold and determined to experience what you could, then timid and nervous as the reality overcame you. Once at ease and open, now shy and reserved.

“That’s okay,” Walter replied. “The better for me to begin.”

Why did that sound like such a familiar phrase? You took another drink and nodded for him to continue.

“I’d like to continue our time together by undressing you, one way or another. You have a choice, which you can leave to me if you’d like. I can do it now, in this form,” he paused, cocked his head to one side, then the other as he cracked his neck. “Or I can shift, in your presence or not, and do it that way.”

What did he mean by “shift”? Surely, he must mean change. As in undress and don a mask. But then you remembered his teeth, somehow longer. And you thought about the subtle way the atmosphere seemed to shimmer and transport you and you wondered if he really did mean “shift.’

“That sounds like two choices,” you whispered and caught his grin, canines even longer than before.

“Perceptive. I like it. Need a few moments?”

“What happens after I’m…I mean, I know what happens, I guess… but just, like, how…” you trailed off, not really sure what you were asking.

“We’re playing a game here, really. That’s all. It can be as simple or intricate as you’d like, though, you’re right. Our time is ticking away.”

“You do it.” You rushed, barely letting him finish his response.

“Here or…?”

“I’ll close my eyes.” The thought of watching his shift, though intriguing, also made you wonder if it would make you more nervous than you already suddenly found yourself again. Maybe it was better to just jump in and get started, as much as you were also enjoying speaking with Walter in his human form.

“Why don’t you take the basket into the bathroom? Pick out whatever intrigues you for use and come out when you’re ready. I’ll shift before you return. Sound okay?”

You nodded and he helped you to stand, then handed you the basket and gently urged you toward the bathroom door. Before he let go of your arm, he stepped in close, slipping his hand over yours and pressing it to his chest as he tugged you toward him.

“Do you mind if I give you one kiss this way before we meet next? You can say no, but it’s nice, I think, a good way to gauge your interest.”

Did he somehow think you weren’t interested? How had you hidden the drool from him? You’d been too quiet, clearly. Mesmerized by everything that had happened already in such a short time and you’d lost your voice, unable to truly communicate your desire. You were ruining everything, obviously.

“I’d like to kiss you very much,” you admitted, peering up into his eyes, which you now noticed were not the 100% blue you’d originally thought. Was this man really about to change shape? Did it matter? It didn’t matter in the least as far as how well he could kiss you, because while you were contemplating the genetics of the man in front of you, he was leaning down to capture your lips in what started as a chaste, closed mouth peck that grew steadily more intense as you felt his free arm slip up your back to settle a hand against the nape of your neck while yours slipped around his waist and urged him closer, as if you were guided by some unknown force. You felt his tongue lick along your bottom lip and you opened your mouth to him as if you’d known him your whole life.

With your hand still pressed against his sternum, you could feel his heart beat faster as each second passed and the kiss grew more heated. When he pulled away you actually whined.

“I’m glad to see you are interested,” he teased with a grin before he spun you toward the door again and pressed you inside. “Now hop on in and don’t take too long. I want to treat you for as long as I can.”

The bathroom was just as sumptuous as the main room. A dark tiled shower took up one entire wall of the room and you couldn’t tell if the color was black or just the deepest forest green you’d ever seen. Instead of a curtain or sliding door, a glass panel separated the shower from the rest of the room with an opening opposite the brass water valves to step in. What you imagined must be a rain shower head jutted out from the ceiling. You didn’t want to waste any more of your precious time, but wondered if there’d be any left to enjoy this shower when all was said and done. The rest of the bathroom fixtures and amenities would have to wait for inspection, since you needed to pay attention to your basket. You set it on the veined marble counter and finally lifted the cloth completely off.

Only the cloth wasn’t exactly a cloth. It was a cape, tucked neatly on top of a few more bottles of water, a small loaf of bread, some cut cheeses and fruit in a covered bowl. And that was it for the tame picnic items.

You pulled a short, white peasant dress trimmed in lace and a red apron with black satin ribbon criss-crossing the front out of the basket, along with what appeared to be a pair of black fishnet stockings and thought of Walter’s comments. Were you expected to change or only if you wanted this part of the experience? Finally, you noticed a few heavy leather straps and as you pulled them from the basket you realized they must be meant as restraints, but for whom? You or him? You also noticed a distinct lack of silicon implements.

You heard a rustle of some sort outside the bathroom door, reminding you that Walter was waiting and time was fleeting and you really needed to make a decision about how you wanted to enter the room again. Walter had suggested you take the basket with you. And he was going to be … different when you saw him again, wasn’t he? And you had asked him to undress you. Maybe he anticipated that undressing would be … vigorous. What if this costume was meant for that? You had brought a change of clothes but didn’t think you’d be leaving here with one less outfit in your already sparse wardrobe.

Your mind made up, you stripped quickly and donned the outfit, amazed at how simple the apron was to slip over your head, then pull the satin ties tight with your own hand. You always imagined an intricate article of intimate clothing like this would take so much more effort. Maybe it would be something you’d feel comfortable and confident enough to do outside this hotel someday.

For now, you were drawn back into the moment with a thud on the door and a low growl that sounded like “Come out.”

You finished dressing, wrapping the cape around your neck and drawing up the hood. You still weren’t wearing shoes, so you could feel the ground through the wide gaps of the fishnets as you stepped back into the room, picnic basket on your arm. It felt different. More uneven. Crunchy leaves crackled beneath as you stepped onto what now felt like real grass, fading to dirt, fading to ground littered with pine needles and dry leaves. Ferns peaked out from the tree trunks. And a supermoon shone overhead.

This was not your room. It was on the other side of the bathroom door, to be fair, but this was not the room you’d stepped into 20 minutes ago. And yet, how could it be anything but? A twig snapped to your left and drew your attention as you realized you didn’t see Walter. You’d thought he’d be right outside the door, waiting for you, maybe in a chair, maybe on the bed. But you didn’t see him, only his clothes folded neatly on the table where your picnic basket had been. Suddenly, you felt a rush of air next to you.

“What are you doing here, little one?”

You had a hard time deciding what to focus on as the words were spoken. The actual choice of the words themselves, which harkened back to that story that drifted through the tendrils of your mind, whispering “You know me?” Or the rough, low way those words tumbled from him, hungry and full of want. Was this the game?

“Your voice sounds so strange, Walter. Is everything okay?” you asked, plucking the words from the cobwebs in your head.

“I think I just swallowed some water wrong.”

You took a deep breath and turned, ready to catch him, ready to see. He was glorious and you were awestruck. It took a few moments of taking in the sight of his body, arms slightly elongated, up on the balls of his feet, hair that looked like chocolate silk covering his body but not in a way that you couldn’t see the tone and definition of his skin underneath, nose and mouth pulled forward, ears up. Ears up.

“Walter, what big ears you have,” you cooed, reaching up to touch them, though waiting for the assent in his eyes. When you could see he would allow it, you brushed your fingers along the back side, then scratched a little in the crease where they met his head and he closed his eyes for a moment. His eyes.

“Walter, what big eyes you have,” your voice a bit lower, sultry, as if the confidence you’d lost earlier had found its way back to you. He opened them and you’d have sworn sparks flew as his deep blue eyes pierced yours before you saw him drag his gaze over your face, down your neck, back and forth between your breasts, unfortunately still covered. He must have felt the same because he didn’t linger on the clothes, but when he reached your thighs, clad in the black hose he snarled, baring his sharp teeth. Sharp teeth.

“Walter,” you teased. “What big teeth you have.”

“The better to eat you with, my dear,” he growled and pounced, swatting the picnic basket to the ground before lifting you by the waist and hoisting you over his shoulder. He only needed a few steps before he could toss you back onto the plump bed. Your cape hood dropped off your head and your dress skirt hiked up a little, but not like it mattered.

Walter was between your legs, nudging your thighs wide with his own as he folded himself over you, arms caging your head. With a snarl, he began to nuzzle down your neck, sniffing along the way.

“You smell good,” he grunted as he drew a paw over your chest. “Smelled you from the moment I walked in the room, but I wanted to be closer. Like this.”

You peered down towards his hand and noticed the sharp claw of what should be an index finger drawn back and ready to slice through the black satin down your breast. The apron draped to your sides as easily as you’d put it on, practically one handed, and it was gone now. You didn’t really care if the white dress met the same fate as the apron, but the cape was quality. Surely there was no need to ruin it. You reached to untie the bow at your neck just as Walter sliced easily through the front of the dress. The rip as he reared back and grabbed a side of split fabric in both hands to finish the job was satisfying.

Since you’d decided to just leave off the bra and panties for the sake of time, you were now left like an unwrapped package on the bed, intricately woven stretchy black thread the only thing sitting between you and Walter. Your chest was heaving and so was his. And since he was now up on his knees instead of bent over you, you had a chance to glance away from his face toward his hips and you had to bite your lip.

He was huge. Like, possibly not gonna fit huge. He must have seen the hesitation on your face.

“Don’t worry,” came the sound as he dropped back off the bed, knelt on the floor, hooked his arms under your thighs, and tugged you to the edge of the bed. You felt his nuzzle against the skin of your belly, the warm, wet air of his exhale trailing down your side, into the crook of your thigh, and finally settling right on top of your cunt. He was so deft as he slipped a finger into your slit, then cut the thread between your legs as he pulled the finger free, widening the hole to give him greater access.

The noises you made could absolutely be interpreted as nothing other than consent, but you wanted to make sure he didn’t stop, as the contract said he could if he had any doubt about your permission. There could be no doubt.

“Please, don’t stop. Put your mouth on me. Make me cum.”

There was the slightest of huffs, as if he was smiling the briefest of victory smiles, before his assail began. It was measured, it was slow, it was a thorough gathering of information. It was infuriating. As you were about to open your impatient mouth and remind him that the clock was ticking the minutes away, like the insufferable bitch she was, he shifted tactics.

Every little nuance he’d taken note of, every amount of pressure and length of lick that produced some desired effect was now fortified. This was the only thing he did. And at a brisker rate, as if he’d calculated the pleasure you’d derived at the low speed and determined the exponential pleasure you’d get from the real speed.

They had not put mathematical genius in his bio, but here you were getting eaten alive better than anyone had ever done it before. And you dared say, maybe after. This could get expensive.

When you couldn’t take it anymore, when you were afraid the remaining time had to be expired because you kept awakening from mind bending bliss to find him still lapping and sucking at your pussy as if he just got started and how long had it been, my gods, you grabbed hold of the curly hair around his head and tugged as you begged.

“Stop. Stop,” you were breathless. “Walter, please stop. It’s so good. It’s too good. I don’t want you to stop but we have to stop. My time must be up, I have to go.”

His laugh wasn’t cruel, but it was sinister “We have time. Don’t worry. I made sure.”

You didn’t dare look at the clock. Your gaze was locked into his anyway, whites of his eyes replaced by a deep, lustful red. He held your stare while dragging his tongue and snout along your heated skin.

He slipped an arm under your waist, tugging your torso in one direction as he stepped a hind leg up to nudge your hips in the other. He settled in between your legs once he had you parallel to the edge of the bed. You threw your arms over your head as he caressed your outer thigh, coaxing it around his waist while bending to savor the scent you'd released for him. When he was satisfied, he moved again to climb over your body.

You were aching for him, arching into the heat radiating from the closeness of his form. As you reached for his neck to pull him even closer, you realized why he'd kissed you before the turn. It would be awkward now to put your mouth on his. The shape didn't lend itself to an easy slotting of lips against one another, though you yearned for the recent memory.

As if he could sense your desire, he leaned in and nuzzled against your neck, behind your ear, then along your throat. He pushed your chin up with his muzzle to bare your pulse to him and then he nipped.

You whimpered at the sensation and even as he licked to soothe it, he did it again, a little harder, just shy of breaking skin.

"Please," you begged, eager to feel the power, though you knew it was strictly forbidden and you trusted he did as well.

His growl was full of bravado, as if he was proud to have you begging him to break the rules.

"You wanna get me in trouble?" Walter grumbled in your ear as he ran his paws up and down your body, dragging his claws carefully over your skin. He snarled when they snagged on the stockings and looked to you for approval before he tore them away from your legs completely.

"If you can't bite me, then at least mate me," you pleaded, knowing full well he couldn't do that either but you were too far gone to care. It would at least get him thinking about sinking his cock in you one way or another.

He reached for the drawer of the heavy wooden night stand and produced a few foil packets, dropping all but one on the bedside table and handing you the last, prompting an eyebrow raised in question from you. His response was measured, as if he struggled to control something deep inside.

"You have another choice to make," he began with a low rumble as he sought understanding in your eyes. "I can't mate you directly and I'm sure you know that. I have access to...toys, equipment that would allow you to feel that sensation, but it won't be me. If instead, you're willing to use protection with me, I will gladly fill you up."

If he wouldn't go bare, so be it. He wiggled his claws as you attempted to hand him the packet, sure you'd make a debacle of trying to sheath the monster between his legs.

"Just to be safe, you'd better do it. These are pretty sharp. That ok?" he grunted at you in question.

You nodded and scooted out from under him, up the bed so you had a little leverage. He kept a knee on the mattress as he stood tall from his other hind leg still on the floor and waited for you to tear the package and roll the condom down his cock.

"Is there anything special I need to do to make it fit?" you asked, vaguely aware of how ridiculous the question sounded but eager nonetheless to get past this part and onto the one where Walter would be deep inside you, filling every inch, stroking every wall. You'd already seen the size, but forgotten your initial trepidation thanks to the glorious head he'd given you.

Surely, no standard drugstore rubber would cover it. His huff was kind, and you could swear you saw the twinkle of a smile in his eyes as he answered.

"We bring them in special. They're designed for a ... more substantial, and sometimes even exotic, need. But if you know how to use one, you know how to use them all. Still alright?"

You nodded with a smile, and set to work, letting the heft and feel of his member draw you back into your haze of lust and desire now that logistics were out of the way. You worked the rubber over his girth and found yourself imagining what it would be like to have him split you in two. You couldn't wait and he could tell.

"So eager," he grumbled as he grasped your shoulders and eased you onto your back.

You thought about trying to tame your excitement, but to what end? For a brief moment the thought that you surely didn't have much more time left flitted through your mind and then you let the excitement and anticipation take over.

"Please take me now," you begged and captured the side of your lower lip with your teeth as you once again pictured the incoming pleasure.

"If anything feels uncomfortable, you can tell me to stop," he murmured in your ear as he lowered himself over you. "Say 'woodsman' and I stop. Understood?"

He pulled back to find your reply and when he had his confirmation he didn't hold back any further. As if no time had passed between when he had coaxed so much moisture from your core and now, you were still dripping for him when he grabbed ahold of his thick member and placed the tip at your entrance.

Any other man would have slid in easily, but Walter wasn't any other man and he knew it. Once the tip breached your aching pussy, he carefully nudged a knuckle alongside, pressing in and loosening the way. You spread your legs wider for him and willed your walls to relax, though they wouldn't.

Remembering what he said during the exchange about the condom, you pulled a hand off his shoulder, down his furry chest, and in between your bodies, reaching for the spot where you were connected. The growl he let out when he realized what you were doing was invigorating and spurred you on.

You watched him bend his head down so he could take in the sight of you stroking him a few times before you began to massage the folds at your entrance. You let your fingers tease your clit and when you couldn't stand it any longer, a time which you were sure had already passed, you split your index and middle finger and gently coaxed your opening wider.

As he felt the ease, Walter sank ever deeper until he was bottomed out and pressed as far in as he could. You saw stars, immediately, and loosened even more, coating him with warmth and juices that helped his movements.

In another time, with another man, that may have been it. Most men, if they even took the time to draw an orgasm from you through the missionary position, would collapse in almost relief as soon as you came, spending their load and ending the night then and there.

But you'd already established Walter was no mere man. He took your sigh as his cue to help you feel that way again and again. And when he couldn't tear another orgasm from you in this position, no matter how hard he pumped or how high he got your legs over his head, he pulled out and flipped you to all fours and slammed back in from behind, eager to wrench at least one last shout of pleasure from your lips before he spilled his seed in the condom and sent you to your belly with a slap on your ass as he withdrew from you entirely.

"Am I charged extra for that?" you mustered the energy to ask once he'd returned from the bathroom. You peeled one exhausted eye open to see he was back to his human form, though still completely unclothed and you wondered if anyone was lucky enough to enjoy that experience as well.

"Sorry?" he asked, a quizzical look on his face.

"Does this place charge by the volume? Was there a limit to the number of orgasms allowed? I imagine it has to be like the extra mini-bar charges they tack onto your bill when you check out of any other hotel, right?"

His laugh was deep and infectious. It reverberated through the room and your chest as he climbed into the bed beside you with the bowl of cheese and fruit in one hand and the bread in the other.

"We don't have a limit. You can have as many as you want. Care for a snack? Get your energy back?” Walter took the time to feed you small bites while your boneless body slowly recovered.

"We have to be so far over my time limit. Am I about to turn into a pumpkin now?" you asked after swallowing a final bite of bread.

Walter laughed again and it warmed your heart. Maybe he was just a really good actor, but nothing so far had rang false, so why would he try to fake this? He thought you were funny.

"No, nothing so drastic. But if you do want to rinse off before checkout, you should get a move on. I could carry you if you're still not up to moving just yet?"

You nodded, and as if you weighed nothing, Walter lifted you from the bed and deposited you in the shower cabin, away from the shower head while he fiddled with the water faucet. Once the steam began to rise, he pulled you in with him and helped you lather up and rinse off, careful to keep your hair away from the spray as best he could. Then he dried you off with a fluffy towel and helped you dress in your extra set of clothes, before tucking the cape in your bag with your original outfit.

"It's part of the basket fee," he answered your unasked question with a ridiculous wink. "If you book it again, they'll give you a discount, but you'll have to remember to bring it with you."

As you stepped out of the bathroom, the room again appeared as it did when you first entered what felt like hours ago. Surely more than two. Walter could sense your confusion.

“The hotel has some special features we don’t actually advertise,” he offered, as he pulled on his pants. “We use them at our discretion, but it means you get an experience unlike others. This room, for example, truly can transform into a deep forest. And I like to stretch the time here, especially for newcomers. When you walk out into that hall, it’ll be two hours since your arrival. We’ve been here for longer though. But do me a favor, wouldja? Keep that to yourself?”

You nodded and smiled, appreciative of his special treatment, then took one last look around the room to make sure you hadn't forgotten anything. Walter walked you to the door and gave you a final kiss goodbye.

“I do hope everything was to your satisfaction. Hopefully, you’ll come back sometime,” he grinned at you as you stumbled backwards down the hall, not wanting to turn away from his gorgeous face. You were absolutely going to figure out a way to pick up some extra shift and make your way back to this hotel again if it killed you.

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janitorhutcherson · 10 months

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bedtime with mike and abby ( mike schmidt x reader)

hi guys! this is my first ever lil fic/imagine/blurb here!! if y'all like this, I'll keep it up. I'm also new to tumblr, so please please be patient with me. in the future i'd love to do requests.

also if someone wants to help me with formatting/be friends, just shoot me a msg :p

this is just a quick lil imagine/blurb. I've seen so many smutty fics and i wanted to spice it up w/ some fluff. just sleepy time on mike's night off! on w the fic :p

*edit* this isn’t revised!! i threw something together last min and posted cause i felt like writing lol. don’t mind the typos

word count: 1,633

warnings: none! just fluff, angst if u squint!!

summary: nighttime with mike and abby on his day off!

Most of the time, you, your boyfriend Mike, and his little sister Abby were on entirely different schedules. Mike worked nights at a shitty gas station job for the time being after his job at Freddy's was... well.. no more for obvious reasons. Even though he swore off the night shift, this was necessary until he could find something better. Jobs were sparse at the moment, and Mike's history didn't exactly make him a star candidate.

A typical night would consist of you making the three of you dinner, slowly forcing Abby to venture out when it came to her taste buds. Recently, she'd taken a liking to tacos. You and Mike would make a joint effort to get her ready for bed earlier together, as Mike was more particular about being there for her since the incident. She'd get a bath, get into her jammies, and the two of you would tuck her in with a bedtime story. You'd both kiss her little forehead goodnight, then kiss your boyfriend on his lips before sending him off.

Most nights, you tossed and turned in your sleep, unable to rest properly without Mike by your side. A painfully dull feeling would rest in your stomach, the lack of his warmth beside you agonizing. You'd spend all night waiting for 6am to roll around as you felt the bed dip on his side, barely stirring you from your sleep. You'd have thirty minutes until your alarm went off, thirty minutes to wrap yourself up into him before you once again went on your separate ways... living your separate lives until you could have your few hours of union later on.

But tonight, you were lucky. Mike had gotten the next few days off. His job was being extra kind as they actually recognized the hard work Mike put in, something he wasn't used to. They'd told him someone would take over for a bit, to enjoy himself, to rest. It may have been a low-paying, trashy, borderline dangerous job, but his boss was nice, and the customers were certainly safer to deal with than those at the pizzeria.

You called out sick from work, not wanting to miss a single second with your little trio. You'd both even made the decision to pull Abby out of school for the day, spending it building forts, watching movies, and eating ice cream. The three of you even went out rollerskating, Mike awkwardly tumbling every few seconds on the rink as Abby would bust out laughing at him. The three of you were now sat around on the couch, Mike smooshed into the far side of the armrest as your entire body lay on his, Abby's head resting in your lap as she sleepily blinked her eyes. She'd already had her bath, brushed her teeth, and all three of you were in your pajamas.

"So, everyone have a good day?" Mike asked, turning his head to the two of you with a small but sleepy smile.

"Mhm," Abby hummed quietly, slowly nodding her head against your lap. It was clear that she was moments from passing out, and once Abby was out, she was impossible to get up without a fight.

"Okay, I think it's time for bed," you giggled, slowly lifting your own head up from Mike's shoulder. Mike nodded in agreement, a laugh of his own escaping his lips.

You both slowly pulled Abby up, getting her up on her feet, her half asleep state making her delirious as she wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, staring back at the two of you in confusion.

"C'mon, Abs, it's time for bed," Mike muttered, standing up. He grabbed your hand, pulling you up with him. You stood as well, following Mike as he led Abby to her room. She crawled up into her bed, her little body tucking under her blankets as the two of you sat on both sides of her.

"Want a bedtime story?" Mike asked, raising his eyebrows as he leaned down to press a small kiss to Abby's forehead. Abby's lips parted to answer, but before she could, her eyes were closed and she was out. A sincere and quiet chuckle escaped underneath Mike's breath, his eyes full of love for his sister as her stared down at her. You couldn't help but stare, the edges of your mouth turning up into a sleepy smile of your own. He was so majestic, his messy but soft brown curls were laying in every which way on his head. Even though he was much more rested than usual, his eyes were still somewhat sunken in, but to you, that just made him more attractive. His scruff was messy, unshaven, but it managed to highlight his jawline. The sparkle that remained in his eyes, even through it all, after everything that he'd been through, warmed you to your core, your love for him overwhelming.

"What?" Mike asked quietly with a smile still plastered on his lips, his eyes now locked on yours. A blush crossed your cheeks as you realize you’d been caught, your eyebrows raising.

“Nothin’,” you hummed, shaking your head. “Just admiring you.” Your hand reached out to his as the two of you went to your own bedroom, the only light now lighting up your house being the moonlight and street lamps peeking through the blinds. You both crawled into bed, pulling the blankets over your bodies.

There was nothing but silence other than the sound of the fan in your room, the hum almost hypnotic as you wrapped yourself up in his arms. Your head rest against his chest as he instantly tugged you closer, his back flat on the bed as his hand cradled your side. His thumb drew small figure eights on your shoulder. Your body felt fuzzy, a type of relaxation you hadn’t felt at night in a while. Mike made you feel safe. On nights where you two were able to just snuggle up, nothing could buzz in your mind. Anxious thoughts disappeared, even the ones that seemed to be a constant in the back of your brain. There was nothing but a warmness in your mind and a beam of love in your heart.

“Hey, baby?” You heard Mike ask softly, his voice cracking from his sleepiness. You were broken from your train of thought by this, looking up at the man with the sleepy eyes. “Hm?” You hummed in response, your eyes fluttering, but he couldn’t see due to the lack of light. Mike sat up, pulling you up with him as he grabbed your hands, both of your faces now lit up by the light peeking through the cracks in your curtain.

“I- I know we don’t get nights like these much, and I’m sorry. I’m sorry I’m never home, I’m sorry you have to do so much for you and Abby alone. I’m sorry I dragged you into that mess with Freddy’s, got you involved in so much of this,” he said, his voice seeping with sadness and regret. His eyes held an even softer emotion than they did earlier, one that felt like a knife to your chest. “Most importantly, I’m sorry I can’t be the boyfriend I should be. I mean, we should be spending our nights out at clubs, going out on special dates and vacations, and I hate that I’m unable to give you that,” he sniffled, a tear now falling down his eye.

You leaned forward, a frown on your lips as your eyebrows furrowed, your eyes locked on his as you placed your hand on his cheek, wiping away the tear with your thumb as you shook your head. Mike’s own two much larger hands were now placed on both of your cheeks as he continued. “But listen, Y/N, I love you, more than I have ever loved anyone, okay? I- I’m not good at this shit, I know I’m not. I’m clumsy and I’m bad at emotions. I don’t always know what I want or what I need, but I know I don’t only want you, but I need you. You came into my life and you brightened it where it was the darkest. You brought happiness back, you made me understand what joy was again, what it was like to feel.. complete. You saved me, but..” he trailed off again, full on tears falling down his cheeks now. “Most importantly, you saved Abby, made her feel whole again too, gave her somethin’ like a mother, something I couldn’t give her,” he said, his voice breaking at the end. Before he could say another word, you wrapped around arms around him, pulling him into a massive bear hug. He buried his head into the crook of your neck, your mind not even focused on the salty tears and the snotty nose that was leaned up against your shoulder. Your hands rubbing his back as you kissed the top of his head.

“Oh, baby..” you whispered softly, squeezing him like if you let go he’d disappear. “You know I love you so much too…” you finished, pulling his face up by his chin, pressing a soft, gentle but electric kiss to his lips. The two of you then settled back into bed, curling up in each other’s arms as he played with your hair, occasionally leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your lips, small sniffles still leaving his nose from the emotional moment. He was right, it was rare you got moments like these together, but when you did, you cherished them. It took about thirty minutes of sweet nothings and cuddles before the two of you drifted off, in your own little dream worlds filled with many nights like these.

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arcadia-of-pluto · 1 month

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Twist of Fate; Chapter One

Pairings; Rafayel x reader, Xavier x reader, Zayne x reader, Sylus x reader (Love and Deepspace)

Word count; 4,495 (sorry it's so short, I'll try to post three chapters today)

Themes; isekai, eventual smut

Rated; 18+ for swearing and some mature themes

Notes; To make things easier to read, I'm going to use emojis for who is texting.

Y/n 🩷

Rafayel 💜

Zayne 💙

Xavier 💛

Sylus ❤️

Hi everyone! This is my first time posting to tumblr so please be gentle with me! If you like this, then let me know! It would be greatly appreciated. My upload schedule will be every weekend (so either fri, sat, or sun!) Also, if the story seems similar, it's going to be verbatim with the story, just with my own embellishments to it. Without further adieu, I hope you enjoy this first chapter.

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A bright light shines within the dark room. There you lay in bed, playing a game on your phone late at night before bed. The soft background music coming from your speaker as the game loads up. You press ‘enter game’ as images of three men make their way across your screen, each one holding a special place in your heart.

Who says you need a real man? Fictional men are where it's at. They can't cheat on you, can't leave you, can't lie to you. It's a lot better than having to stress over a real person and worry if they'll leave you the next day or not. You know from experience, having two boyfriends in the past and neither lasting longer than six months- both breaking off the relationship before an anniversary. Screw men– well, besides the three on your screen right now. They were fine. Oh, and the fourth one being added a month from now.

The game loads in and you get a greeting from one of the men on screen. They take turns showing up in the Destiny Café, each able to say hello every time you log in. It was always sweet to see what they'd say, how they'd react, or any new text messages you'd get from them. You could even change their phone nicknames! You had Xavier, the sweet tired and aloof silvery blonde haired man, saved as Princess since you thought it would be cute. He'd definitely be embarrassed if you called him that. Zayne, the seemingly cold childhood friend and doctor, was saved under Snow Angel; you honestly didn't know what to have his name as that but it would just be amusing to see his reaction to it. Then there's Rafayel, the purple haired sassy and charming painter, who was saved as Nemo- again, very original. But Nemo works nonetheless. As you smile and send your daily stickers to each man to see their reaction, you get a new notification at the top of your screen.

“A new message?” You murmur, noticing that it's contact is unknown. The message was coming from the game. “It must be some new event. Weird…I wonder why there wasn't an update for it?” You back out of your message with Rafayel and click on the new message from the unknown sender.

:’Will you enter the game?’

“That's it?” Your brows furrow and you sit up in your bed, your phone lying in your lap as you scratch your head. “Wait..” You click on the message to reply and your keyboard pops up. “That's…” Usually, to reply in game, you get a choice between a few predetermined answers but for this…You just get to answer how you want to?

’What do you mean?’ You text back before reaching over to put your glasses on. Maybe you should've gone to bed earlier, it kind of feels like you're hallucinating.

You hear the chime of another message rolling in, and you look back down at your phone.

:’Yes or no? Hurry and pick one.’

This time the keyboard doesn't pop up, you only get three options.

ロ Yes

ロ No

And…

ロ Why?

You don't even think twice before pressing why, and the answer comes back quicker than you expect.

:’Please take care of them for me.’

You let out a scoff before running a hand through your hair. This must be some sort of elaborate prank. There's no way this is a part of the game, and even if it were there'd be no explanation for it. Is this the dev's way of getting back at you for sending so many support requests? Before you can think much about it, suddenly you feel more sleepy than before. Your eyes tiredly blink as you try to grab your phone to at least plug it up and get off of the game before you fall asleep, but instead you're lulled to sleep by the soft, melodic tune of Love and Deepspace.

Then a light so bright that it burns your eyes even though they're closed appears. It's hard to even force your eyes open, but when you do, you notice it's a big, deep crimson eye. Similar to the one you'd see in game. Your blood runs cold as you try to look around this unfamiliar area, but all you see is darkness. A dream? Yeah..this must be a dream. Although you've never been able to actively move in a dream before, there's a first for everything!

Right when you finally calm yourself down, you hear it. A loud explosion, the feeling of embers licking at your skin. Your ears are ringing, and you feel a sharp pain on the right side of your face. The darkness fades, and you're left with the blinding light of the sun against your back and your body lying on a pavement. Just lifting your head up to look at your surroundings feels like an extreme workout, everything about your body feels heavy. Sluggish. Though your left eye widens as you realize you're laying in front of a burning building. Something shining in the sunlight catches your eye, and once you grab the object, you find it harder to breathe. It was a dog tag with a charm on it. An apple charm with a star design in the center, and in the center of that was a ruby gemstone. The words ‘When U come back’ were written in cursive on the dog tag.

“No way..” you manage to croak out, the necklace clutched in your hand as you try to push yourself up, but the pounding in your head and the pain coming from your eye are no match, and you end up laying face down on the pavement in front of the burning home until you pass out from the pain.

Being passed out had its perks. You finally had a chance to think and put together a few puzzle pieces before you woke up. So if memory serves, what just happened was your- no, the main character's childhood home just blew up right after her best friend and basically brother Caleb stepped inside and her grandma, who adopted them both, was inside as well. They both died, and supposedly a mafia-like group called Onychinus was behind it because they were tying up loose ends as Grandma was a former researcher and scientist, experimenting on children and modifying them with aether cores. But the main character wasn't badly injured after the explosion, which never made sense honestly. You're that close to a building exploding, and you only get off with trauma and minor scrapes? That doesn't seem right…and honestly, the pain made it feel all the more real. If you were in a dream, that pain most likely would've woken you up.

So coming to terms that you're inside of the game was a bit easier that way. Though the bigger problem lies with your evol. You wouldn't even know the first step to using it, let alone resonating with another person. And firearm training. You've never shot a gun before, but you did take self defense and fighting lessons a few years back, but you can't exactly punch a wanderer. They're durable monsters that can shoot ice or anything at you and, some even have blades for arms…

“Great, it seems like she's waking up now.” You hear the deep, yet cold voice of a man. Then, you hear the higher pitched voice of a woman, “Finally! It's been three days, I just hope she doesn't insist on going back to work..” “She won't, doctor's orders.” The male voice says before you hear a door close.

Your eye slowly opens before you have to squint to adjust it to the bright white lights. A hospital? You try to sit up and the woman next to you rushes to help you. You have to turn your head to look at her since she's on your right side. Your right eye was also bandaged since all you can see is darkness out of it. The first thing you notice is her short bob cut. “Tara?” You say, your voice sounding a bit raspy and you tilt your head to the side. “Thank goodness, Y/n! We thought you'd never wake up.” She seems excited, bubbly and sweet…just like her character in game.

“That's..” Before you can finish your sentence, you start coughing. “Here, let me get you some water!” She hands you a plastic cup and you take a sip before continuing, “I…can't remember much.” You squeeze your hand in a fist, the sound of metal clinking together has you looking down at your hand. “You never let go of that. You've been holding it since..” Tara trails off and you're caught off guard by a sudden surge of emotions. You take a shaky breath as to not start crying, since that would definitely hurt your right eye before you look up at the ceiling. “I don't recall how to use my evol, how to shoot a gun…Can I still even call myself a hunter?”

“Y/n…” Tara sighs before taking your free hand, “Things can always be retaught, we're all just glad you survived. You should be glad to still have both eyes being that close to the explosion!” She smiled at you before handing you your phone. “I can't stay here long, but your phone has been blowing up for the past three days so make sure you check it out.” She pats your hand and stands up. “I'll visit later with a coffee or something for you.”

“The patient is advised to not have anything caffeinated until after being discharged.” A voice comes from the door before he steps inside.

Black hair, glasses, hazel green eyes, tall…

“Doctor Zayne,” I greet him with a small smile, suddenly more nervous and I turn to look at Tara. “I'll see you tomorrow, Tara?”

“Sure! That is, if I don't get a call about a wanderer..Metaflux readings have been crazy as of late, so we've all been pretty busy- but that's not to push you into coming in or anything! Your health matters more to us at UNICORNS so only come back when you're ready.” She says before leaving the room.

“How are you feeling?” Zayne asks as he comes closer, taking a seat where Tara once was. His eyes scan your whole body to make sure you're okay before landing on your face. He leans forward to take the bandage off of your right eye and you wince at how bright the light is for your non-adjusted eye. “It'll probably scar..” he murmurs, presumably to himself.

“I'm..” You trail off, sighing before you decide it's best to tell the doctor the truth. “I'm fine, but I can't remember-”

“Can't remember what?” He cuts you off, almost seeming more worried about just what you can't remember, which makes you laugh a bit. “Calm down, I was getting to that. I can't remember how to use my evol, use my gun, or anything to do with wanderers.” “Hmm..are you sure it won't come back with time?” Zayne seems to have calmed back down as he's now writing everything down on a clipboard. “I'm sure of that.” You clear your throat, looking back down at the necklace in your hand before running your thumb across it.

“I don't mind relearning everything but I won't be as good as I was before, that's for sure.” You lean your head back and Zayne quickly corrects you, gently tilting your chin back down. “If your wound reopens, we'll have to use stitches so be careful.”

“You'll get better at it in no time. Don't forget that I'll help you out.” Zayne says before standing up. You take a glance at the clipboard and it seems like he added ‘post traumatic stress disorder?’ as a note. You guess he assumes your forgetfulness might be caused by that, but you knew otherwise. “I'll leave you so you can check up on your phone.”

With that, the doctor leaves the room and you can finally let out a sigh of relief. It seems he didn't notice anything was off with you. He was honestly the hardest hurdle since he's known the main character for a long time, but you've noticed you tend to act like her to begin with so maybe it wouldn't be as hard as you thought.

You finally decide to put the necklace down on the table next to you, your hand aching from having held it so tightly and grab your phone. There was no code on it so you easy got into it, might as well put a code on it now..and now you go to check your messages. 45 missed calls from Nemo…Nemo? Your brows furrow and you flinch because, of course, that hurts the wound on your face so you quickly straighten your face out. The nicknames are the same as they were in your game. 11 missed calls from Princess, 55 missed messages from Nemo, and 5 missed messages from Princess. Zayne didn't leave any since he works at the hospital… though on the day of the incident, he did leave two missed calls and a reminder of a doctor's appointment.

You decide to check up with Rafayel first since he's a certified drama queen. You don't scroll too far up but the most recent text messages are just him being pouty that his ‘miss bodyguard’ is ignoring him.

🩷 :’Been in the hospital for three days, sorry!’

You decide that's sufficient of an answer before nearly jumping out of your skin as he immediately calls. You laugh before answering the call, being bombarded with questions the moment you press the green button.

“Which hospital, Miss bodyguard? What happened? Are you okay?”

“One question at a time.” You laugh before you start coughing and have to take another sip of water from the plastic cup. Your throat was a bit achy from not being used for three days.

“Which hospital?” Rafayel sticks with his first question, his voice void of his usual playful banter. “Uhm..” you look around for a moment, not exactly remembering the name of the hospital in game before spotting its name on the whiteboard in front of you. “Akso Hospital, room 205.”

“Got it.” Then silence. “Uh…Rafayel?” You say, taking the phone away from your face to notice he had already hung up. You shrug it off before going to your messages with Xavier. Most of the messages were just asking if you wanted to go hunting with him, sending locations, and the most recent one was from a few hours ago with him asking if you were okay.

🩷 :’At the hospital right now, been out for three days! Sorry about that. I might need some help soon though.’

Xavier doesn't immediately call like Rafayel did, instead just exchanges a few texts with you.

💛 :’what happened? are U alright? is it’

🩷 :’Is it what? I'm fine, a bit sore though. I got caught up in an explosion three days ago and have been out since then.’

💛 :’..nevermind that how can U be okay if u were passed out for 3 days? what's the extent of your injuries?’

🩷 :’Just a few bruises, scrapes, a sprained ankle, and…’

💛 :’and what?’

🩷 :’I might have a cool new scar over my eye!’

💛 :’thats not funny..what hospital, i'm coming now.’

You pause your messages, knowing he definitely can't come now if Rafayel is. None of the love interests have ever interacted in the game before, so you're not sure of the consequences just yet.

🩷 :’I'm probably about to sleep again! You can visit tomorrow, the doc gave me some pain medicine that's making me a bit tired and I wanted to talk to you.’

💛 :’alright as long as ur okay. i can wait as long as you need.’

You pout, trying your best not to gush over how sweet Xavier is, and drop your phone as your room door suddenly opens to reveal an exhausted looking, purple haired man. His shirt was haphazardly buttoned, his hair tousled as if he just got out of bed, and panic written all over his face.

“You didn't think to describe the details of your injuries to me?” Are the first words out of his mouth before he shuts the door behind him, walking deeper in the room to grab your plastic cup to drink some water. “You've been out for three days, you shouldn't even be sitting up right now!” He sits down on the chair next to the bed and you reach toward him to try and fix his shirt buttons. The tips of his ears turn red and he pushes backward on the rolling chair. “What're you doing- you're a patient.”

“Your shirt..” You drop your hands into your lap with a small smile.

“Oh-” Rafayel clears his throat, turning the chair to fix his shirt before he rolls the chair back up next to you. With his hand gently cupping the right side of your face, he murmurs, “How did this happen?”

You assume he's probably in shock since you were never scarred like this in any of the past lives you shared with him.

“An explosion from my..” You trail off, lips pressing together in a thin line as you find it hard to say what happened, even though you know they're not your actual family. “..my childhood home. Two casualties.” You finally finish your sentence, not meeting Rafayel's bluish pink eyes as he still cups your cheek.

The silence is almost deafening before Rafayel sighs and drops his hand. “I'm sorry for your loss.” He finally says. “Do you need a hug?”

You quickly shake your head. “If I hug you, I'll cry and I really don't need to..irritate my…” You can't seem to get your words out as your eyes water and no matter how hard you try to stop it, your cheek stings as salty tears run down your still healing wound. Rafayel moves to sit on the side of the bed, guiding your forehead to rest against his shoulder as his arms wrap around you. “We can always get your doctor to fix it, huh? It won't do you any good if you keep your feelings all bottled up now, will it?”

You can't seem to stop crying, even as your breath stutters in your chest and you find it harder to breathe. Sure, you cried when they died while playing but for it to affect you like this? Maybe it's because someone offered to be a shoulder you could lean on.

“Focus on my breathing. Don't hyperventilate on me now, miss bodyguard.” Rafayel murmurs, hand still patting your back as your tears eventually fade and you fall asleep.

Rafayel pulls you back from his shoulder, moving you so you're laid flat on the bed before he grabs a soft tissue to wipe your face, wiping the trail of blood coming from your wound since the salt from your tears irritated it. He then leans forward to kiss your forehead. “I'll see you soon.”

The next time you wake up, your eyes are puffy and your nose is stopped up.

“I see you cried yourself to sleep.” Zayne comments, tilting your head by your chin so he can examine your wound. “You irritated it.” He sighs. “If you don't cry anymore, it'll probably be healed up in two weeks..then you can cry all you want.”

“Well, I'm sorry, I had to cry.” You say with a pout, knowing it's not his fault. “When can I be discharged?”

“After today, your ankle should be better to walk on so tomorrow? But if you want to start work again, I'd say another few weeks.” Zayne finishes writing something down before standing up. “I also did a routine checkup on your heart in case that was the reason you can't use your evol and I don't think that's the case. I believe your evol revolves around your emotions so if you're not confident in it, it won't work.”

“Thank you, Zayne.” You say before taking a sip of the iced coffee that Tara left for you thirty minutes ago. Then you finally shoot Xavier a text to say he's free to come to the hospital whenever he wants, that you'll be discharged tomorrow.

Not even a minute after you sent your message, there was a knock on your door. You look toward the noise before smiling behind your hand. “Come in.”

A silvery blond head pops in from the now opened door before he comes in and shuts the door behind him. “How are you feeling today?” He asks, his soft tired voice sounding a bit more emotional than usual. “Mmh, pretty good. I'd probably feel better if you came a bit closer.” You say, leaning over to pat the chair next to your bed. He quickly comes to sit down, almost as if waiting for the invitation.

“Your eyes are swollen. Did you have a rough sleep last night?”

“No, I..” it's probably best to keep telling the truth for now. “I just cried myself to sleep.” You shrug, trying to play it off as nothing but Xavier isn't falling for it. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“If I cry myself to sleep again, will you hold me?” You ask, raising your left brow before laughing to yourself. “Just thinking about what happened, not being able to save anyone, getting hurt like this…” You feel a hand on top of your own and turn to look at Xavier. “It's not your fault.” He finally says after a moment of silence. A small smile tugging at his lips before he changes the subject, “What is it you wanted to ask me?”

“Oh right!” You sit up before turning your body to face him. “I need you to teach me how to use my gun…and how to fight….aannnd how to use my evol.” You name off each one and tap on your fingers to count them off.

“You..forgot all of that?” His head tilts to the side before he nods his head. “Alright, I can do that. Is there anything else you need?”

“Uh…can you pick me up tomorrow? I don't know where our apartments are…or how to drive my bike either.” You rub the back of your neck and smile sheepishly.

“What else did you forget?” He lets out a small laugh.

“All of Linkon?” You say before adding, “I mean, I remember names but I don't remember where anything is..like Azure Square, UNICORNS HQ, Twinkle Toys, Meow's Café..”

“Don't worry, I'll help with anything I can.” Xavier smiles, his thumb rubbing across the back of your hand.

“Thank you, that means a lot to me.” You smile before looking down at your phone as it buzzes. Rafayel. He's- on his way?

“Actually, could you get me a friend for tomorrow?” You ask, a smile tugging at your lips. “A..friend?” His head tilts to the side until you say, “Can you get me a fox plushie and bring it to me when I'm discharged tomorrow?”

“I-” Xavier laughs before nodding, “Of course I will.” He stands up, looking toward the door. “I'll leave now though, since you seem a bit restless, but I'll make sure you get all the plushies you want.”

Not even five minutes after Xavier leaves, Rafayel is in the room. Almost as if he felt a disturbance in the force that someone was with his lady right now. “Was someone just here?” He asks, trying to act nonchalant as he sits down in the chair.

“No?” You phrase it as a question before you nod your head. “Yeah, the doctor just left. He was upset that I irritated my wound but, at least, I'll be discharged tomorrow! I can't go back to work for another two weeks though.”

“So does that mean my bodyguard is still out of commission?” Rafayel pouts, a hand on his hip. “Well, that's a shame. I had an art expo to go to in a few days and I was wondering if you'd join me.” “Ah…about that,” you clear your throat before telling him all about the troubles with your evol and even not recalling how to use a gun. “Why don't you try resonating now?” He asks, placing his hand on top of yours. “But what do I even do?” You murmur, closing your eyes.

“Do you feel all of that energy coursing through your chest? Try to direct that through your body to your fingers.” Rafayel whispers. “Think of it like paint. If you pour paint on a flat canvas, it spreads all out like crazy. You have to take a paintbrush and direct the paint to where you want it to go. So your evol is the paint and you are the paintbrush.”

That…helps but doesn't help at the same time.

You take a deep breath, trying to silence your mind to be able to focus but it's difficult to have dead silent thoughts. Instead you try to imagine the energy moving from your chest all the way to your hands, which were clasped between Rafayel's much bigger ones. Then, you finally felt it. You were resonati-

You flinch as you’re bombarded with a few blurry memories of your past life with Rafayel; Well, if you didn't know, you would've just been confused but since you played the game, you knew they were of your past lives with him. Though they were blurry, so you didn't catch anything besides a soft ‘my bride’ at the end.

My eyes blink open and you take one hand away from Rafayel to rub your temples. “I think it worked but..” you look at Rafayel, who was uncharacteristically silent. Maybe he saw the same images too?

“Hey, did you see it too?” You ask, which finally gets his attention. “Huh, see what?” He tries to brush it off but you don't let him. “It was kind of blurry but I remember seeing you…in a purple outfit? Oh and you said something at the end.” You tap your bottom lip with your index finger, pretending to try and recall what you saw when, in reality, you only saw a blurry Rafayel. You never saw specific details like that. “You said my bri-”

Rafayel covers your mouth with a hand. “That's enough of that.” His ears were red and he wasn't looking you in the eyes. Then he clears his throat. “Anyway, I'll contact you soon about the expo since you seem to resonate just fine and then maybe I can show you around Linkon City to try and jog your memory.”

He leaves as quickly as he showed up, clearly embarrassed by what you were going to say.

“Cute..” you say to yourself, laughing into your hand before wincing and touching the right side of your face.

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That's it for the first chapter! Since I wrote this on goggle docs, I wasn't sure just how short the chapters were but they'll get longer as we go on! I have a few chapters piled up so even if I don't write for a few weeks, I'll still be able to post. I'd love any feedback or even any explanations of the features on here to make the reading experience a bit better. I've never posted to Tumblr before so I've been just copying what I see from the tags and word count so I think I've done pretty well for my first time. I would love to learn how to do a masterlist though and also a next button, I guess I just have to link the next chapter on it? I'll have to test it out so please bear with me and I hope you enjoyed- and stick around for the chapters to come! 🩷

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SHAMELESS

RINDOU HAITANI x f! reader

“there’s just inches in between us, i want you to give in. there is tension in between us, i just wanna give in.”

cw: college au, mutual pining, slight angst (?), sexual tension, nsfw (minors dni), slight smut, dumb rindou, ran & sanzu cameo!! only proofread like once

word count: 7.5k

a/n: very first fic here on tumblr, inspired by shameless by camila cabello. a bit nervous to post this buut hope you guys enjoy!! i appreciate feedback! © divider: bushiroad

The sound of squeaking wheels filled your ears as you pushed the library book cart down the aisle, along with the occasional sound of turning of pages, the soft click clack of keyboards, and the quiet murmurs of students in a study session. It was half-past four in the afternoon which meant only 30 more minutes until your shift ended, but that didn’t really matter at the moment as your manager said you could go home early if all the returned books were taken back to their designated shelves.

You looked down at the black book cart, which now housed only one book that belonged to the music collection of the library; ‘Principles of Audio Production’ it read, in bold white letters. A small smile unknowingly formed on your lips as you made your way to the other end of the library, passing students either seated at study desks, and doing their own thing or students just simply looking for a book.

As you get to the music department, you immediately know which aisle the book belongs to, after all, you knew this department like the back of your hand. After it was neatly placed in its designated shelf and the book cart stored away in the storage room at the back, you headed for the small office on the ground floor to grab your belongings, and end your shift for the week.

You were only working part-time at your university library to at least ease the bills your parents had to pay, so you only came in during Wednesdays and Fridays as those were the days your schedule wasn't packed.

You bid goodbye to one of your co-workers who was manning the front desk, a beige knapsack secured against your back as you made your way out of the building. Walking past the glass sliding doors, you were met with a sudden cold gust of wind, your hair flying everywhere but away from your face. Mentally cursing the wind, you tried to tame your hair to see what’s ahead of you but it’s as if mother nature was playing tricks on you and decided that one more harsh blow of the wind was needed.

With the wind finally calming down after its small ‘tantrum’, you were finally able to see your surroundings, unobstructed and clearly. You caught a familiar figure on your left, leaning against the building with both hands tucked securely in the pants of his pockets, amethyst eyes already on you.

Rindou.

He was sporting a black hoodie and blue dark washed denim pants, his purple hair also swaying with the wind, effortless yet breathtaking. Rindou pushed himself off the wall and took a few steps before he was facing you, right arm extended out with his black sleeves slightly pushed back to reveal a singular black hair tie circling his wrist, “Here.” Rindou nudged his arm closer to you, indicating to take the hair tie.

You briefly met his eyes to give him a small smile and mutter a “Thanks.” before removing the hair tie off his wrist, making contact with the dark ink that decorated his outer arm.

You never really saw his full tattoo apart from the one on his right arm when he would occasionally wear short-sleeved shirts on warmer weathers, but you did know that it continued to the right side of his chest and down to his right ankle. It was only because you hung out with him once after his gym session where he was sporting shorts and a black muscle tee that exposed maybe a little too much for your sanity, you weren’t complaining though.

“Don’t mention it. You looked like you were fighting for your life back there.” Rindou chuckled as he stuffed his right hand back into his pocket, watching you tie your hair in a ponytail. It's not the first time he’s given you a hair tie on an extremely windy day, but there’s just something different nowadays. Something you felt deep in your chest that you can’t quite pinpoint or clearly describe what exactly it is.

No, you can describe what it is, but you refused to acknowledge it because of this lingering question in your mind.

You playfully rolled your eyes at him and began walking, “No shit. I hate windy days so much.” you grumbled while shaking your head at the afternoon weather; gray clouds loomed over the city, accompanied by the harsh autumn winds.

It was routine for Rindou to wait for you until your shift finished, sometimes he would be hanging out in the music department of the library, absorbing various contents related to his studies while he waited. Other days he would be waiting outside the building like he did today, always unpredictable but that’s what you loved about him.

You never forced Rindou to wait for you after your shifts, he just turned up one day and decided that he was going to continue doing it just because.

Rindou didn’t hesitate to match your pace as you two walked back toward the dormitories, “How was work? Busy?” he angled his face towards you, a small shiver running down his spine as another gust of wind blew. Maybe he should’ve worn something warmer than just a black hoodie.

You shook your head, staring ahead of you, “Nah, it wasn’t too busy in the library since it is a Friday. I think students would rather enjoy the start of the weekend than spend their afternoon holed up in the library.” Rindou didn’t really focus on your reply to his question, instead, he focused on the way your brows slightly furrowed because of the cold, the way your hair danced as the wind carried it, the way your eyes held light in them despite the gloomy weather, the way your lips moved with every word—

“Rindou?” He was brought back from his trance after you called out his name several times, “W-what?” his gaze immediately shifted from your lips to your eyes. You slightly shook your head to make a face, “I said, how come you have so many spare hair ties? Do you buy them just for me?” you teased him, wriggling your brows in a suggestive manner.

Rindou looked away too fast for his liking but replied with, “Shut up, I only bring some because I use them too. They’re not specifically for you.” He was met with laughter which made him return his gaze back to you, you were still looking at him but this time a teasing smile now dawned upon your face, brows furrowed but not because of the wind but because of confusion.

“You tie your mullet? I literally have never seen you do that.” Rindou scoffed and rolled his eyes, he ignored your question by changing the topic, “Oh that’s right, Ran wanted to meet up with you later for that assignment you guys were working on?”

Now it was your turn to scoff, you had totally forgotten about the assignment due at midnight. Now here you are, sulking about having to cancel tonight’s plan of binge watching movies because of a stupid assignment. The assignment wasn’t really that important as it was from one of your general education courses, but it would be nice to see good grades on your transcript. Plus, Ran was a slight perfectionist underneath his playful personality.

Although Ran was a year older than you and was doing a completely different degree, you two became friends because of the shared general education course you both took, a course not offered by both your respective faculties.

Ran was a business major and in his last year of studies but that didn’t stop you two from creating an unforgettable friendship. “Fuck, I totally forgot about that! Is he back at the dorms? I might just go to him now so we can finalize the assignment.” Rindou nodded, and you both headed for their shared dorm.

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“I honestly don’t even know why I took this shit! Rindou, you said this was going to be easy.” Ran loudly complained, his brows furrowed and lips downturned as he ran his fingers through his short purple hair. You and Ran were sitting across one another at their dining table, laptops in front of you with a shared google doc pulled up.

The general education course you and Ran had taken was an Arts paper which taught the history of music, so now you and Ran were stuck writing about music. You honestly didn’t even know why you chose this course in the first place. Rindou chuckled as he brought over two cups of coffee from the kitchen, setting one beside your laptop and taking a sip out of the other. “Where’s mine?” Ran questioned, his frown deepening as he anticipated his hot drink, his eyes following his younger brother as he took a seat beside you.

“You have hands, make your own.” Rindou mumbled, eyes were glued to your laptop screen, he scooted his chair closer so he could get a better look at what you and Ran were working on.

As Rindou leaned closer, his cologne engulfed your nostrils, the scent you’ve grown to love over the past few months; it was sweet but mixed with an earthy aroma. It took all your willpower not to slightly lean away from the man, you weren’t uncomfortable with the closeness but he does unexplainable things to you every single time he comes close. You nervously bit your lip as you could now feel the heat his body radiated.

Ran narrowed his eyes at Rindou–who was still getting closer to you–and shifted his eyes to you, frozen on the wooden seat and eyes abnormally glued to the laptop, he mentally laughed at the scene unfolding in front of him before speaking up again.

“Okay, last time I checked, it was our study session. You’re not even a part of this.” He rested his chin on the palm of his right hand while his left hand scrolled up and down the shared document. Rindou replied, still not looking at his brother “And last time I checked, you needed my help. Plus, this is basically related to what I’m studying so I’m staying here.”

Rindou majored in Music Business which was the study of songwriting, entrepreneurial practices, and revenue flow. He was in second year just like you and you only knew him because of his older brother, and have met him countless of times during your study sessions back at their dorm.

Unlike with Ran, It took quite a while to build a friendship with Rindou as he was more introverted and closed off, but it was worth it since he’s been nothing but a wonderful friend to you. Sometimes you question if he sees you more than one due to the countless times he’s acted towards you.

A smirk made its way across Ran’s face, Rindou could see it from his peripheral vision, a smile too wide for the younger’s liking but he decided to ignore it, “Are you sure it’s not because of…” Ran trailed off as Rindou finally looked up at his older brother with a glare, their eyes briefly meeting before Ran shifted his gaze over to you–who was still looking at the shared document–and back to Rindou, lifting a brow. Little shit, Rindou thought.

If looks could kill, Ran would be dead right now. Rindou was practically sending daggers across the table and toward his older brother, although this only entertained Ran even more as he bursted out laughing while throwing his head back. His behaviour snapped you out of your thoughts, your confused gaze shifting between the two siblings, the one beside you was scowling while the other across from you was still laughing. Typical Haitani siblings behaviour.

—

After a chaotic but productive study session, you were supposed to be on your way back to your own dorm but instead, you were walking to the convenience store under a small shared umbrella with Rindou while the rain poured non-stop.

It was quarter to seven in the evening and you were craving for something sweet, the sky was much darker than it was before and the gusts of wind now colder than the afternoon ones. “I could’ve managed on my own..” you mumbled against the brown scarf wrapped around your neck that Rindou had pulled from his closet, it smelled like him, so everytime you inhaled, his scent engulfed your nostrils.

“There’s no way in hell I would leave you alone, especially with the weather this bad. ‘Sides, it’s already dark out— goodness, come here! You’re getting your clothes wet.” Rindou wraps his left arm around your waist and pulls you closer to him, your right arm flushed against his side.

You thought that once he was done pulling you closer to him, he’d remove his arm from your waist but he didn’t. He firmly kept his arm around you for the whole trip to the convenience store, like it was meant to be there and you swear you could feel his burning touch through your thick clothes, it was so warm, he was so warm; such a nice contrast from the cold autumn night.

It was always like this with Rindou ever since you met him. He would always behave in such a way that would make you question your status with him, was this really you two being just friends? There were days where he wouldn’t test the boundary of your friendship, but there were also some days that he would, and boy did he test it to the max.

Those days were the days where he would be needier than usual and ask for things that friends definitely didn't do.

“I’m so tired, ‘s okay if I rest on you for a bit?” He asked you one time but he didn’t wait for your answer and also didn’t hesitate to lean his head against your left shoulder.

You two were both at the library at that time, you were watching the lecture you missed out on while he… was just chilling. You two stayed that way until you literally had to tell Rindou that your shoulder was becoming tired, and he needed to wake up; it led to him apologizing and massaging the shoulder he leaned on, it felt nice. Really nice, too nice. Nice enough that you just had to let out a breathy sigh because of how good it felt, “Fuck, that actually feels so good.” you slightly tilted your head to the right to give him more access.

Rindou swallowed at your behaviour and uncomfortably shifted in his seat, Fuck, he thought, something deep inside stirring like a storm waiting to rage. “Yeah?” was all he could muster, he couldn’t think properly, not when you looked so pretty and responsive to his touches.

Another time was when he asked you if he could hold your hand because he felt down–whatever that meant–and you did let him, for some odd reason. Sometimes there would also be his stares that lingered around your face for too long, specifically your lips; he wouldn’t even try to hide it at some point, a weird glint in his eyes as he stared at your soft lips.

You would ask him ‘what?’ and he would just shrug and say ‘so pretty’. Sometimes there would just be comfortable silence between the two of you while you both sat inside his car, just basking in silence when he would ask if you wanted to come with him during his night drives.

And ever since those days, the boundary between friendship and lovers was becoming more and more blurry and you didn’t know what to do. You didn’t know what to do with the question that has been lingering in your mind ever since the day he tested the boundaries.

The warmth that his body radiated comforted you so much, it made you forget about everything else. The people around you, the cars driving past, the loud pattering of the rain against the umbrella, and the coldness of the night. God, you wanted to be this close to him for the rest of your life. Or maybe even closer–

Wait what? What the fuck am I thinking? You thought to yourself.

You shook your head slightly as if it would dissipate the storm of thoughts clouding your mind, Rindou noticed your movement and looked down at you, “You okay?” a glint of concern dawning upon his pretty amethyst eyes, oh to get lost in them forever. “Hm? Yeah… just a bit cold ‘s all.” you replied, which made Rindou tighten his grip around you. “We're almost there.”

Rindou shook off the excess water from the umbrella and shoved it inside a small metal basket provided by the convenience store while you both entered. “I’m going to have a look around too, maybe ask Ran if he wants anything.” you nodded at him before going your separate ways inside the store.

After grabbing several sweets–that you’re probably going to devour all by tonight–you decided it was also a good idea to stock up on some food and necessities for your dorm. Rindou appeared out of nowhere and took your basket, placing a few things he got for him and his older brother, “You almost done?”

You nodded before placing a box of hair dye inside the plastic basket that Rindou now held in his hand. He squinted at the packaging which read ‘pink’, were you about to dye your hair pink? He didn’t question your intentions but it did make him a tad bit curious.

“I’ll pay for this.” and with that, he wordlessly turned around and started walking to the counter before you could protest. “Rindou, I know you’re as broke as I am. Let me just pay for my things!” you walked faster to catch up to him, but the clerk already began to scan and bag the items.

“We’ll split the payment!” you told the clerk, and stood beside Rindou, a hand encasing around his wrist in case he tried to pay for all the things himself. Your touch made Rindou flustered more than it should have, it was nothing but a simple touch, so why was he acting like a teenage boy? God, he’s so fucking embarrassing.

After finally getting around to splitting the bill, you and Rindou thanked the clerk as he handed you two bags and headed for the exit, not forgetting to take the wet umbrella from the basket at the entrance. “Holy shit, it’s gotten worse.” Rindou looked up at the pitch black sky, one hand holding the bags and the other holding the opened umbrella.

The rain was now pouring harder which made it hard to clearly see the surroundings, it also didn’t help that it was now darker out. “I told you I could manage on my own. Your dorm is farther from here than mine.” you sighed as you inched closer to him, yearning for the warmth of his body.

Before he could respond, you opened your mouth again, “You know what? I can’t let you go back with the weather like this. You can stop by my place first and wait it out, it’s only… quarter-past seven. I live alone, so it's okay.” you shoved your phone back into the pocket of your jacket after checking the time. Rindou absent-mindedly nodded, “Mhm, yeah, you’re right— wait what?” he quickly turned his head to you but you were already pulling him toward the direction of your dormitories.

Holy fuck. Rindou thought to himself.

He’s never been inside your dorm. Yeah, he’s been in the building a couple of times to drop you off or pick you up but he has never been physically inside your room, it was always you coming over to the shared dorm with his older brother or just simply hanging out somewhere around the campus for study sessions and whatnots. Rindou would be lying to himself if he said his mind wasn’t playing hundreds of scenarios of what would happen once you two get inside your dorm, he wants to curse himself for thinking that way but he just can’t help it, not when you literally drive him crazy.

Rindou didn’t notice that the both of you had already arrived in the building and was now standing in front of your door, you swiped your ID card on the reader and it made a little noise before you opened the door. He took in your room, it wasn’t decorated as much and looked like your typical university dorm but it was cozy, it was definitely smaller than his and Ran’s but it made sense as this was only built to accommodate one person.

“Did you… want anything? Water? Something to eat?” you asked Rindou as you made your way to your kitchen to set the bags down on the counter after taking your shoes and scarf off, before he could respond, a knock caught both of your attention. Were you having someone else over tonight? Rindou thought. A slight pang of jealousy made its way to his chest.

You walked past him and opened the door, Rindou took a few steps closer as well, curious to see who would be knocking at your door at this time; a pink haired man came into view as you swung the door open. Who the fuck dyes their hair pink? Rindou thought to himself, but he couldn’t really say much, not with the purple hair he had.

“Oh, hey! Did you manage to get that thing I asked about? So sorry for making you run an errand for me— Oh… am I interrupting something?” the stranger’s turquoise eyes darted between you and Rindou, slight embarrassment dawning upon his pretty face.

“Shit, thanks for reminding me, and yes, I did manage to buy. Also, Rindou, this is Haruchiyo, he lives next door. Haru, this is Rindou, a friend of mine. I’ll be right back, I’ll grab it real quick.” you quickly introduced both men to one another before leaving them two alone to grab the item Haru asked you to buy. Rindou awkwardly cleared his throat, his hand coming up to scratch his nape, “So uh… what’s your major?”.

Haruchiyo, who was mindlessly fidgeting with his hands, looked up at Rindou “Hm? Oh, Chemistry. The same as her.” he answered, pointing a finger in your general direction. Rindou slowly nodded, letting out a small ‘oh’ at the information, if he was being honest, Rindou could care less about this man in front of him but you were taking too long to find the damn item Haruchiyo asked you to buy, so he had to act like he was interested in the stranger in front of him.

Before Rindou could open his mouth for another question–in which he wouldn’t be interested in the answer–to the pink haired man in front of him, you finally came back with the item Haru had asked you to buy. It was the hair dye he saw you place into the basket earlier, pink hair dye.

Oh, so that’s what the hair dye was for…, Rindou thought. Haruchiyo smiled and eagerly grabbed the small box as you handed it over to him, “A life saver, Thanks! I’ll get going now and transfer you the money… Nice meeting you, Rindou.” Rindou gave him a nod of acknowledgement before Haruchiyo left.

Rindou couldn’t pinpoint what it was but he didn’t like Haruchiyo, not one bit. Maybe it was the way his turquoise eyes lit up when you came back into the view, or maybe it was because you two were practically living next door, or maybe it was basically a given that you and Haruchiyo see each other almost every day as you’re both doing the same major—

What the actual fuck, Rindou. Get your shit together. He mentally cursed himself.

“How long have you known him for?” Rindou asked as he followed you further into your dorm, he pulled a wooden chair out from the dining table which scraped the wooden floor a little too loud, Rindou winced at the sound before sitting on the chair. “Hm? I’ve known Haru since first year…” you explained your friendship with Haruchiyo to him while sorting the things you bought, but he didn’t really listen because the only thing in his mind was the nickname you gave the pink haired man.

Haru.

Why didn’t he get a nickname? He wanted a nickname.

Before Rindou could finally reply, you were already giving him a confused look, “You okay? Been spacing out a lot… also, did you want to watch a movie to pass time?” you walked over to your small living room and sat on the two-seater couch, the black leather creaking under your weight. Rindou stood up from his seat and awkwardly padded over to where you were, “Yeah, I’m fine.” he sat next to you, shoulders brushing against one another.

“What movie did you want to wat—” “Some girl in my class asked me out today.” he cut you off, it was true, a classmate had asked him out after one of his classes today and he has yet to give an answer. Rindou didn’t know why he brought it up, he just felt like he had to but he didn’t know for exactly what reason. His sudden confession caught you off guard. You met his stare, amethyst eyes unwavering, there it was again, that weird glint in his eyes.

You don’t know how long you two looked into each other's eyes, one, two, three or more seconds? Until you finally spoke up, uncertainty in your tone, “Congrats?... what did you say?” you shifted your gaze to your fingers, picking on your nails. To be very honest, you weren’t happy for him. Not one bit.

You were jealous, you wished you had the courage that girl did but you didn’t, and now someone else is out there trying to claim him. Your Rindou. But then again, you didn’t know where your status stood with him, he never clarified what you two were because after the days that he tested the boundaries, he would act indifferent, like he didn’t just hold your hand the other day, like he didn’t almost kiss you. For fucks sakes, you were confused as hell.

You didn’t know what to make of the information but it had you wanting to hear his answer more than anything. Had he said yes? What if he did and they’d already gone on a date before he came by the library today? My goodness you were so fucking pathetic for hiding your feelings for Rindou. You wanted to pull your hair out because the possibility of Rindou saying yes is high—

“I haven’t given her an answer… but I know I’ll most likely say no.” Oh my god you knew it. You fucking knew he’d say yes to—

Wait what?

Oh.

“Why not? I’m sure she’s nice—” “I want someone else.” you met his gaze again, this time you stared into each other's eyes much longer. It was so silent that you could hear your own racing heartbeat, the ticking of the clock on the wall, your breaths that's become shallow, you didn’t know how to respond. You could feel tingles all over your body as he looked at you like he wanted you, you swear your head was almost spinning with how close Rindou suddenly was.

Your senses were heightened. You could smell his sweet scent that drove you oh so crazy, you could feel the heat he radiated, but this time it was burning. It wasn’t just warm, no. It was hot, he was hot, literally. He burns for you. You didn’t miss the way his lavender eyes slowly traced your features one by one before finally settling on your plump lips. And you also didn’t miss the way Rindou took in a sharp breath as he stared at them, almost as if it pained him to not be kissing it at this very moment. Fuck, he was so tempted.

“Can I… kiss you?” he whispered as he once again met your gaze, and thickly swallowed. God, the only thing holding him back at this very moment was your permission, he wouldn’t know what to do if you said no.

With how gorgeous Rindou looked right now, you couldn’t trust your voice so you just slowly nodded your head. You swore Rindou muttered a faint ‘fuck’ under his breath before he wasted no time to close the gap between the two of you.

You were sweet. So fucking sweet. He was now fully facing you–his left shoulder touching the backrest of the sofa–your chin situated between his right thumb and index finger, tilting your head toward him as he devoured you. His kisses were hungry and rough, like there was some sort of history behind it all, like he’d been waiting his whole life to do just this.

But you couldn’t complain, never, you liked it a lot; your whole body was burning with lust, sparks flying as Rindou pressed further into you with desperation as if you were about to turn into dust any time and slip out of his very hands.

Rindou was out of his mind. Your lips were soft and pillowy against his, just how he liked it, and it drove him crazy. The way you let out soft moans against his lips, the way both your hands clung tightly onto his hoodie, like it was the only thing that’s keeping you grounded right now. So responsive. So vulnerable. He wanted to ruin you so bad.

You don’t know how but Rindou managed to slip you out of your jacket, only noticing that it was off as the cold air of your dorm engulfed your bare arms. You slowly pulled away from Rindou to catch your breath, slightly pushing him away as he was trying to catch your lips. He leaned his forehead against your, both your chests heaving, breaths mixing together as you two basked in warm silence. Rindou wasn’t done with you.

He gave your now swollen lips a peck before heading for your cheek, trailing light kisses down your jaw until he reached your neck. Rindou gave you soft experimental kisses where your shoulder met your neck, to which you responded with sweet whines and the call of his name. “Fuck… Rindou.” you breathed out as he licked a stripe up your neck and sucked on the same spot that made you whine for him.

Your hands flew up to his lavender hair as Rindou began trailing kisses down to your collar bones. “R-rindou wait! Hold on…” you slowly pushed him away as you felt his hands attempting to tug your shirt up, Rindou pulled away, concern clouding his lustful gaze as he questioned you, “What’s the matter? Did I hurt you?” he panted out. You shook your head but he saw something different in your eyes, like there was something you wanted to say.

“Rindou?” “Hm?” “What are we?”

There. You said it, you said the question that’s been buried deep into the back of your mind ever since your established friendship with Rindou Haitani.

“I–I don't…? We’re friends, what do you mean?” his brows furrowed. You had to close your eyes and take a deep breath, anger bubbling up from within, “Exactly, Rindou! We’re friends… and friends don’t do this, right?” you argued with desperation in your tone. Is he fucking dumb? Did he really just have the audacity to say ‘we’re friends’ after he marked your neck dark red and purple? After he just kissed you like a starved man? After almost slipping you out of your shirt?

Rindou knew that. He knew that friends didn’t act the way you two did but he just wasn’t ready to face this conversation. Yes, he’s a coward, and a big one at that.

“Why did you even tell me that some girl in your class asked you out? What do you feel for me, Rindou?” you pressed further, wanting immediate answers from the man in front of you. He had an expression you couldn’t understand, like he looked troubled. Fighting a mental war within himself while he remained quiet.

Your heart sank as he just sat there avoiding eye contact, your once lustful gaze turning into nothing but mere anger and possibly hatred. “I think I should go…” he mumbled–more to himself than to you–quickly scrambling from the couch and towards your door. The fucking audacity, you thought. “Really, Rindou?! You’re just going to run away like a fucking coward? We’re both adults here for fucksakes! At least face this head-on!” you stood up, raising your voice at him, but Rindou never said anything nor turned back once. He just quietly put his shoes on and left without a word.

The slam of the door resonated throughout your dorm as you stood there all alone, your neck marked and heart broken in a million pieces by someone that was never yours from the very start. You felt dumb. How foolish of you to think he actually felt the same way, maybe he just stuck around because of lust. You felt so used and angry that tears uncontrollably fell from your eyes, your breathing erratic but this time it's from anger. You sat down on the couch and took deep breaths while closing your eyes, wishing it would all just go away once you open them back again.

Rindou was unpredictable but was this really what you loved about him?

—

You felt like shit. For the past few weeks, you were in a sour mood, nothing entertained nor interested you. You watched the hues of red and purple on your neck fade as days passed. Rindou stopped coming by the end of your shifts at the library, he never texted or called to apologize about that night, he didn’t wait for you outside your dormitory to walk you to class, he didn’t wait outside your class to hangout at the library.

It was like Rindou was never even there from the start. It wasn’t hard for him to avoid you as you were both in different faculties–him being in the Arts and you being in the Science Faculty–although you did wish that you would run into him somehow when you headed over to the School of Arts for the general education class you had with Ran.

Hangouts with Ran became less frequent as he was embarrassed about what his younger brother did to you, it was also limited to either the library or somewhere around the campus, as going back to his and Rindou’s shared dorm was no longer a viable option. But he acted indifferent toward you, despite the situation. Ran cherished his friendship with you and he was not going to let his younger brother taint it.

It was one of those nights where you binged watched movies up to the point where your eyes couldn’t handle it anymore. The clock on your laptop read ‘2:39 am’, your eyes were droopy and you couldn’t care less about the movie playing in front of you, the voices of the actors turning into a soft muffled sound as you fought to stay awake. You were on your bed, your laptop that was once resting on your stomach slowly sliding off and onto the sheets.

Loud desperate knocks on your door jolted you awake, your heart rate suddenly increasing from the unexpected loud sound at this hour of the morning. You swore that if it was Haru knocking at this ungodly hour, you were not only going to kill him, but also ignore his desperate pleas for help during your laboratory sessions. You let out a grunt as you threw your sheets off you and moved your laptop out of the way.

Your warm feet slowly padded against the cold wooden floor as you made your way over to your door. You weren’t too worried about it being an intruder as the building did require ID cards to present before entering it, therefore suggesting that whoever is knocking at your door is a student; with a sigh, you undid the locks and slowly opened the door, “I swear to god Haruchiyo, if you’re asking me to dye your hair this early again—” your sentence was cut short as the opened door did in fact not reveal your pink haired friend.

The man who stood before you was purple haired. Your heart skipped a beat.

The same man who has been avoiding you like the plague, and who disappeared without a single explanation. Rindou looked like shit. The bags under his eyes were prominent, his purple hair tousled and chest heaving. Did he run here? At 2 in the fucking morning? You thought.

You didn’t know how to feel about this, a part of you wanted to slam the door shut and go back to your warm sheets but the other part wanted to see where this went. You opened your mouth to say something but nothing came out, there was nothing in your mind at this very moment. All you knew is that your heart yearned for him but you couldn’t look him in the eye, not when he left you hanging like that.

“I’ve been thinking about you…” Rindou was the first one to break the silence, his amethyst eyes studying your features with concern. You looked tired, too, and empty. Your eyes didn’t hold that special glint in them like before. “I don’t know what else to say to you.” you quietly responded, looking anywhere but his eyes; you knew if you made eye contact with them, you’d be sucked back in and forget about everything else, but you can’t be fooled anymore. Not for a second time.

Rindou let out a heavy sigh, “Please look at me..” his tone laced with pure desperation, it pained you to hear him like this, he sounded so broken and lost, like he didn’t know what was right or wrong anymore. “Rindou, look, this clearly isn’t a good idea. I know you don’t feel the same way—”

“Please, can we just talk about this?” he cut you off, coming a step closer, to which you responded by defensively taking a step back. Rindou noticed this and refrained himself from coming any closer, like he might hurt you if he did. “Can I come in? Please, I just want to talk things out… that’s the least I can do for you.” he watched as you weighed out the pros and cons of letting Rindou inside, biting your lower lip as you decided.

With a sigh, you fully opened the door, stepping aside as you replied with, “I guess there’s no harm in that…” you finally met his eyes, his gaze softening like it was the only thing he needed to calm the storm behind his stare.

You both made your way to the couch, where all this mess started.

The black leather creaked under your weights as the both of you settled on it, both uncomfortably clinging to each end of the couch, not wanting to make awkward physical contact with one another.

Rindou cleared his throat and fully turned to you, “I’m sorry. It took me so long to realize my feeli— no, actually, I’ve known my feelings for you ever since but..” he trailed off, looking down at his hands. It shouldn’t have made you this happy to know that, but your heart couldn’t help but skip a beat. He liked you back.

“...I don’t know what got into me that night. I guess I was just… scared?” Rindou sighed, burying his face in his palms. Maybe he should’ve just stayed home. No matter how much he can explain himself, there was just no justifying for what he did to you that night. He had no right to devour you like that and leave within the next minute because he got scared of your question.

It was your turn to face him, brows furrowed, anger and confusion slowly seeping into you, “Scared? Scared of what, Rindou?” you questioned, slightly raising your voice. You’ve had enough of his bullshit. “God, I don’t know, okay?!” Rindou removed his face from his palms and looked at you, tears welling up in his eyes.

He closed them for a bit to try and steady his breathing. “I just like you so much that I don’t even know what to do anymore. I just want to be with you, I want to be by your side as much as I can, and it hurts me that I made you cry..” Rindou avoided your gaze as he opened his eyes again. He was never the type to genuinely confess his feelings nor was the sappy type, so you knew this was very difficult for him to do, and you respected him for going out of his comfort zone.

Now it was your turn to ask him to look at you, it took you several attempts before he finally did so. A single tear ran down his cheek as he made eye contact with you, god, you wanted to hug him so bad. You forced a small smile, “You can have me, Rindou… I’ve been yours from the very start.” you whispered, your eyes never leaving his, to reassure him that you meant every single word you said.

Before he could reply, you started speaking again, “..I’m so tired of having somebody that’s not mine.”

“A-and I know you feel the same way as I do… but do you still want me?” you inched closer to him, your eyes holding his intense gaze, you weren’t about to back down from this. You needed to know his answer. “I want you so fucking bad that it physically hurts me. Call me shameless but that’s exactly how I feel.” Rindou replied, his voice dropping an octave while he held your gaze. Two can play at this game, he thought. Something in the air shifted, the mood was now completely different.

You let out a dry chuckle, “Show me how shameless you are, then. Why don’t you write it on my neck?”

Rindou swore under his breath, wasting no time pressing his lips against your own, he missed this so much. He missed the way the warmth of your lips ignited his whole body, he missed the way his chest tingled with delight, he missed the way you moaned against his lips even though he had barely touched you.

He pulled away and trailed hot open-mouthed kisses on your jaw and down to your neck, where you liked him the most. “Mhm… Rindou…” you moaned out his name, both hands flying to his hair, pushing him closer to your neck as he nibbled on the same spot he had previously marked, paying extra attention to it as it made you moan his name in a way that he isn’t going to forget any time soon. “Fuck, you’re so needy for me, huh?” Rindou swore, his voice raspy and low. It did things to you.

You let out a whine as he trailed even further down, sucking on your collarbones. His mouth felt so heavenly against your bare skin, but you needed more. You wanted to be closer to him. “R-rindou…” you whined, you don’t even know what you want from him but saying his name just felt right. “What do you want, princess? Use your words.” He gave your collarbone–that was now littered with hues of purple and red–one last peck before swiftly tugging your shirt off.

The cool early morning air hit your bare chest, you shuddered as Rindou sucked on a spot just above your nipple, his warm mouth being a complete contrast from the air. He gently pushed you further into the couch until your back was met with the cool leather, and Rindou was on top of you, in between your legs. “Oh fuck..” you threw your head back against the arm rest as he placed a nipple inside his mouth, alternating between sucking and licking, he gave your other breast attention using his hand, massaging it and rolling the bud between his fingers. Rindou panted heavily against your chest, “So pretty for me.”

He made his way back up and kissed you once again, grinding his clothed cock against you, he let out a whine as he rested his face on your neck. The friction felt so good, he didn’t know if he was even gonna last long. “Fuck, I want you so bad.” he groaned, teeth clenching from the unbearable pleasure he felt.

“I’m all yours, Rindou.”

With that, he showed you how badly he wanted you, over and over again. You saw parts of him that you haven’t seen before, the vulnerability, the intimacy, and the true feelings he held for you. And oh, you were finally able to see the entirety of his tattoo, from his arm, right down to his ankles and everything in between.

#rindou haitani #rindou x reader #rindou x you #rindou smut #rindou x y/n #rindou angst #tokrev rindou #tokyo revengers x you #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers angst #tokyo revengers x y/n #tokyo revengers #oneshot

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soooooo HIIIII !!!! tis i again back from another tumblr hiatus bc college work womp womp!

hear me out,,

amelia shepherd x fem!reader

where they are both surgeons and one of the interns flirts with reader and amelia gets jealous when she sees and walks up behind reader wrapping her arms around reader as she questions the intern on why they thought it be appropriate to flirt with a head of department and amelia establishes that reader is hers, fluff!! ☺️ ☺️ 💗💗

(sorry for the ramble, i’ve had this thought on my brain for a WHILE)

from yours truly,

- ❤️‍🩹 anon !

Authors note: My beloved ❤️‍🩹 anon!! I'm so sorry that I'm only posting this now, but life is really hectic at the moment and I'm totally behind!! I hope you read this anyway if you're still following me <3

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Amelia Shepherd hurried through the busy hallways of Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital, her thoughts revolving around the surgery that should start soon and the endless list of patient files she still had to sift through. As one of the hospital's most renowned neurosurgeons, her schedule was always full, but today it seemed particularly overflowing.

In the distance she saw you, her partner and colleague, engaging in a conversation with one of the young interns. A slight smile graced Amelia's lip as she watched you patiently listen to the intern's questions and share your experiences as a renowned surgeon. She not only admired your medical expertise, but also your ability and competence to pass on your knowledge to the next generation.

However, as Amelia got closer, she noticed another intern approaching with a mischievous grin as the gaps in the other intern's knowledge were filled. "Hey, Dr. l/n, I was wondering if you would mind going out for a drink after your shift?" the male intern asked with a hint of confidence in her voice.

You, who accepted the question with a friendly smile, answered politely but slightly dismissively. "Thanks for the invitation, but I'm afraid I already have other commitments tonight."

However, the trainee wasn't easily brushed off and continued, with a hint of persistence as he edged further towards you at the counter where you stood to write a few remaining notes in your newest patient´s file. "Come on, it'll be fun. I could show you some great bars nearby and maybe you could pass on some knowledge to me afterwards."

Amelia felt a slight tension building up inside her as she listened to the dialogue between you and the young medical student. Even though she knew it was unreasonable to be jealous, she couldn't deny that her heart was beating faster and her mind was racing.

You continued to respond politely, but you felt slightly harassed. It was as if the newbie didn't understand that you had no interest in him. "I really appreciate your offer, but I already have plans. And I think I'm out of your league."

The trainee still didn't seem to want to fully accept the rejection, but before he could elaborate further, Amelia intervened and stepped next to you. She noticed your tension and the slight look around for help. "Hey, y/n, I received the results of the latest MRI scans. We should look at them together before we start the surgery."

You nodded gratefully at her with a smile of relief and turned to the young man in front of you. "Excuse me, but I really have to go now. You should get on with your work rather than standing here."

The intern mumbled a vague and quiet agreement before finally turning away as you and Amelia walked towards the operating room. Although the brunette remained calm on the outside, she felt an uncomfortable feeling spreading inside her.

Amelia entered the hospital break room, a place of momentary calm amidst the hectic hustle and bustle of everyday hospital life and the last successful operation. Her eyes searched for you, her partner and colleague, who found her standing at one of the coffee machines with a serious expression on her face. A slight tension ran through her body as she noticed that the same young intern who had flirted with you before was standing near you again and seemed to be talking animatedly to you.

The neurosurgeon approached slowly, her eyes on you and the young medical student as she tried to keep the rising jealousy at bay. But as she got closer, she could not only see the Intern's relaxed posture and teasing look, but also the words he spoke and the rejection you showed him.

"So Dr. l/n, I just wanted to say that I really admired your approach in the last surgery. You have such a calm and competent way of dealing with the most difficult situations. It would be an honor for me to have someone like you to learn."

Amelia felt her heart heavy as she heard the intern's words of praise. A mixture of pride and jealousy permeated her thoughts as she watched you nod and thank him briefly, wanting to end the conversation as quickly as possible.

Jealousy flared up inside her as she watched the Intern continue to hold on to you, and she couldn't help but feel the need to make her presence known. With a determined step she came behind you and her arms wrapped around your middle. Her head rested on your shoulder from behind and a loving look etched on her face, although her darkened pupils gave a hint that she was driven by jealousy before she looked at the young medical student with a cool look.

"I'm sorry for disturbing you," the brunette began in a quiet voice, but there was a distinct edge to her words, "but I'm wondering why you think it's appropriate to flirt with the chief of cardiology while she obviously is in a relationship."

The intern looked surprised to hear Amelia's words and cleared his throat nervously. His hand slid up and down his head as he touched his lips, embarrassed. "Um, I.. I just wanted to express my admiration for Dr. l/n. It wasn't my intention to cross any boundaries."

The neurosurgeon didn't let up and fixed the intern with a penetrating look. "Well, it's important that you know what those boundaries are. Flirting in the workplace can be inappropriate, especially when it crosses the boundaries of professional relationships. This morning was enough, and now you're trying again?"

You felt the tension in the air and in your girlfriend's body. You quickly pulled a hand out of your gown and turned it back to touch Amelia's thigh, calming her. "Thanks for the compliment, but I think it's important to maintain clear boundaries. I'm your boss. I think we should maintain a professional work environment."

The young man nodded sheepishly and quickly retreated, leaving Amelia and you alone in the room, surrounded by an atmosphere of jealousy that radiated from her.

When your eyes met, Amelia felt the simmering passion blazing between you. With a demanding look, Amelia lured you into a nearby chamber and pulled you into a hug. Her lips found yours in a hungry kiss that ignited her longing and desire.

You returned the kiss with equal desire, your hands roaming over the brunette's body as you pulled her closer to you. You felt the fire of your passion burning your skin and you longed for more. With a hand on your throat and a passionate glint in her eyes, she whispered in a seductive voice. "You're mine, y/n. Only mine."

You moaned in need as you felt the dominance in Amelia's voice, and you couldn't help but give yourself completely to her. Your hands found their way to her back as you kissed her passionately, as if you were confirming her words in every moment of touch.

The neurosurgeon felt the heat of her desire as she let herself fall further into the vortex of passion, without fear of loss or getting caught. Her hands greedily explored your body, each touch a promise of pleasure and devotion.

She pushed you against the nearest wall, her breathing hot and heavy as she cuddled close to you, one of her hands slightly squeezing your throat. She whispered with a sensual smile. "You are mine, y/n. All of you and no one else's."

You gasped as you felt the obsession in Amelia's touch, and you couldn't help yourself from completely succumbing to it. Your fingers dug into her skin as you desperately pulled her even closer, as if you never wanted to let her go again.

Your bodies joined together in a passionate dance, the flames of your desire consuming you in an intoxicating rush of pleasure. You were one in your passion, inextricably linked by the bond of your love and obsession for each other.

When you finally sank into a sea, you could feel that you were forever connected through the heat of your love. United in the flames, you didn't even notice the two beepers going off almost in sync, separating you from the heated moment between you.

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artist-ellen · 4 months

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Housekeeping Updates!

So just in case you don't know Meta has made the decision to start scraping everything anyone posts to their new AI. There isn't really a way to opt out either. In some countries you can lodge a formal complaint, but even that doesn't mean your photos or art won't be used despite your wishes.

In a twist no one could have seen coming (sarcasm)... people are leaving or deleting their work. Many artists are going to Cara, an app that is still in Beta mode. I opened an account there as well but am unsure yet if I will post regularly to. I will most likely post my 'official portfolio' there but I don't know if there will be people who aren't artists on the site. So as an art venture it would be great... but on the hopes of connecting with my existing audience? To be seen or shared to people who might commission me? The odds aren't so good.

Lots of decisions to make I'm afraid. At the moment I will be posting my regular content here on Tumblr and to my Patreon (I've had it for years but wasn't using it actively, shout out to the two people who stayed following me over there, you're the coolest). But I won't be posting regularly to Instagram like I was. In fact I've decided to actively delete most of my art from Instagram. And since I can't count on Tumblr to house and categorize and find all that work from over the past four years I've decided to effectively use Patreon as my Archive.

All day I've been copying over my old posts to Patreon, and setting them up in a schedule so they will post once a day for... a very long time. I've barely moved a 100 redesign posts over and I'm into February next year... it's a slow and slightly monotonous process but I think it will be worth it! So if you want to relive my original redesigns on a daily basis they are over at my Patreon. I've set nearly all of them to "all members" so you don't have to be on the paid tier to see them. Only some the oldest/first draft redesigns and some behind the scene screenshots will be for my 'Support System' <3

I am looking into glazing and what not but they have to reply to a DM? or something odd like that so I'm looking at various options while I figure things out. Will this crush my tiny art business? Maybe. Will I do this in protest anyway? Yeah. F Meta. (Holds in tirade about the state of megacorporations owning our data)

TLDR: Meta wants everybody to feed their ai for free, I'm removing posts from IG and archiving them onto my Patreon for all members. I'm still going to be posting on tumblr.

xoxoxo

#ellenart #ellen artistic #screw meta with a spikey baseball bat #patreon #coloring books #things won't really change here #my IG will be cleaned out #and will be more about my business stuff #rather than art

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You reblogging that werecat gf getting dommed post makes me drool thinking of werewolf edira fucking her werecat gf/employee/darling to submission

If you have time, could you write it out for the sapphics who need more female yanderes on tumblr🥺

I physically couldn't NOT write this!! I've been having trouble writing lately so it's pretty self-indulgent but I hope it's good enough for my edira lovers 🙏 everybody thank @werecreature-addicted for the werecat/werewolf inspo juice

CW: NSFW, fem! Werecat reader, werewolf Edira, sexual content literally just a nsfw gay drabble

Hm, Oh look-- The pretty kitty's nose got stuck where it doesn't belong."

Her flat tone lacked any surprise- almost sounding pleasantly expected.

Snooping into your bosses locked file drawers was never something you thought you'd do. It's too bad she stole your phone for "insubordination", claiming you could have it back at the end of the day if you kept your attitude as her obedient secretary. Not the mouthy employee who cares about trivial things such as "privacy," and "the right to communicate with coworkers on things besides work."

It only took you 20 minutes after your lunch break to start the undercover search for what she had stolen. You didn't trust your obsessive, erratic predator of a boss to not go through your belongings.

It was like she resented you, the "cat stench" you wafted in along with her coffee, or the pieces of fur and hair she found on the occasional set of new copies. As if she didn't shed enough for two, her office needing to be lint-rolled every Tuesday and vacuumed from top to bottom by the end of Friday. Her stress made her that much more irritated and finicky, leaving your allergies to fester and her anger at your small mistakes increase tenfold.

You should've known her lunch break wouldn't be an entire hour like scheduled; workaholics and possessive bosses don't let their underlings rest for too long.

Maybe this would've happened whether or not you were snooping, maybe she would've reprimanded you no matter where she found you... but her glare, the harshness in her claws and the way her usually alert, pointed ears were flat-- it made her look all the more menacing.

"Such a dutiful mouth, from an insignificant creature... so weak, barely able to lift your head."

She snarled with a rough, guttural growl echoing from the back of her throat.

"Ed..ir..thag--"

You choked out broken sobs from behind sensitive cuspids, two fingers rhythmically pulsing against your tongue, two more from your bosses opposite hand, inside of you. How many orgasms, how many screams did you bite down on her fingers to silence?

Did it matter, now that the building was empty and her office door was wide open? These were the consequences, apparently, for trying to text back a friend or a family member... you couldn't remember anymore. Maybe you were just trying to see the update your favorite influencer threw out. But it never mattered, not when edira nipped at your ears, leaning deeper from behind as her fingers worked magic in defiling your mouth and pretty pussy.

"I knew werecats were a devious breed...hm, not very resilient though--are you?" She pulled two fingers out of your cunt, tugging at the base of your wildly flicking tail.

Yowling from behind her digits in your mouth, you gripped at the slippery layer of wood beneath you. She pulled your tail forward, your ass sticking up as your mouth was suddenly sucking on air, missing her fingers as they slide back to hold your thigh.

"You should know better than to come to work in your heat, sneaking into my office, shoving your chest up against my desk--ngh, less composed than the wolves I know. "

Your heat? You hadn't felt thar burning sensation in your lower stomach for months. It wasn't season quite yet-- but for werewolves...

Over shedding, her irritation, calling you into her office every 5 minutes, continuously out of breath-- who's heat was happening again?

You didn't have time to contemplate any further, claws once ripping at your tail now digging into your stomach as her free hand was pulling your hands back. They were your only source at staying somewhat stable on the mahogany desk. She ripped the short, but cutthroat nails of your stubby fingers backwards as one hand held two of your wrists together, your head falling to hit against forgotten paperwork. Across from you, her laptop remained open, an email draft sitting as the computer timer counted to shut down from lack of use.

"Please, miss Edir-ah--!" You clench around her fingers as they slide back in, playing with your slick as she grinds against the corner of the desk. the way your tail tries to cover up your sensitive hole makes her laugh, giving a small pinch to your ass.

"Pet pet... mph, you're making me burn-- it's all your fault... I have to take you home,"

A small kiss to your cunt made your walls flitter. You can't help but arch your back involuntarily, imagining yourself in your bosses home, in her bed-- her fangs pressed deep into your neck and her fuzzy tail wagging with delight.

You could feel her drool down against her fingers, pushing inside of you with a playful rhythm.

"Werecats deserve to be used like the weaklings they are-- and you, my darling are no different." You felt the shake of the desk as she rutted against it, a long tongue reaching where Ediras fingers couldn't. "Need me to help you through your heat, huh? Gonna take your punishment like a good kitty?"

If you weren't going through your heat, you were facing something akin to it now. But between the two of you-- your hot-headed boss was far more worked up, salivating at the smell of you, nearly finishing on her desk at the sensation of you on her fingers.

The lights by your cubicle were beginning to shut off, one by one. You prayed the janitorial crew would avoid this side of the office, for now. Hopefully, they won't question the mystery mess left upon Edira's desk...

#kn1ves rants #knives rants #writing #yandere #x reader #yandere x reader #reader insert #self insert #yandere imagines #Kn1ves edira #female love interest #Werewolf x werecat #Werecat reader #werewolf smut #werewolf #monster #monsterfucker

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"Arlecchino is a person." Blurb Series Masterlist (Arlecchino x Reader)

In which Arlecchino is a person with many traits, and somehow, you surprise her by revealing something new about each one.

Author's Note listed under the cut.

Each blurb can be seen as a standalone or one story altogether.

Day 1: Arlecchino is a cold person.

Day 2: Arlecchino is a patient person.

Day 3: Arlecchino is a selfish person.

Day 4: Arlecchino is a greedy person.

Day 5: Arlecchino is a cruel person.

Day 6: Arlecchino is a corrupt person.

Day 7: Arlecchino is not a person.

My favorite one is probably "Arlecchino is a cruel person." (Day 5)

Haha this Author's Note is long... there's a TLDR at the bottom.

I just wanted to say, thank you guys for reading my silly little blurb series, whether you've stuck for all 7 or just 1, I hope you guys enjoyed it. If you want to see more Arlecchino content from me, have an Arlecchino oneshot here.

I have a lot to say, just because this is the first time that I've done this and also the first time I've really invested into a platform that I can post my works in. I didn't think I had the commitment to write something per day, but hey I did it :D. The word count for the blurbs altogether was 5k words. I really enjoyed writing this series, even though this isn't my best writing. I don't know when my next school break is, but would you guys want another blurb series like this on the next one?

Also, I am very sorry, but that oneshot I mentioned I was trying to get done? Yeah, I don't think it's going to be done nor will it ever see the light of day. 5 days of procrastination should have been enough to tell me I wasn't actually going to have the motivation to complete this. I'm really sorry 😿.

On another hand, I got a good amount of responses for my Arlecchino Oneshot Poll, and I'm really excited to write these ideas! Given how long and how much work I put into my oneshots (and my busy school schedule) oneshots are not going to be frequent at all. (The Arlecchino oneshot took me at least 2 months to write). That means I won't be posting as often, but I do use Tumblr a lot still. So feel free to interact with me in anyway! :D

TLDR: Thanks for reading, looking forward to writing more Arlecchino content in the future!

#arlecchino x reader #arlecchino x you #edgeray.blog #edgeray.rambles #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact fanfics

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lexosaurus · 1 year

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The Phantom Martian: Chapter 1

Huzzah! I am here to provide a fic for Invisobang 2023!

This is a crossover between The Martian and Danny Phantom. You do NOT need to have read or watched The Martian to understand this fic (though, I recommend it because it's amazing!)

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Summary: When Astronaut Mark Watney went to Mars, he knew there was a chance he'd never come home. Now, though, he's determined to last long enough for NASA to save him because this whole dying for science thing is not as fun as it sounds.

Meanwhile, Danny Fenton is just trying to keep his identity a secret amidst a potential crisis with his powers. Seriously, what's up with that weird current under his skin? Why is he having so much trouble controlling it? And why does it feel so familiar...?

In a fit of determination (and possible stupidity), Danny goes to Mars to save Watney, only to add to both their crises when he arrives and can't get home. Will NASA save them? Will Danny have a home to return to if they do?

Chapter WC: 6,186

Fic Tags: Danny Fenton & Mark Watney, Canon Divergence, Ecton AU

Art by @pompomqt (it's so freaking good AHHHH!) Art by @friendzoned61 (screaming sobbing this is amazing)

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I am going to be updating a chapter each day of this posting week, and then I'll settle into a normal weekly/biweekly posting schedule.

I go into more detailed thank yous on AO3, but quickly I'd like to extend a hugeeeee thank you to @armed-with-knitting-needles, @bibliophilea, @lexiepiper, and @underforeversgrace for aiding in this fic. Between sitting on discord with me for hours doing math, betaing my infamous spelling habits, and in general providing much needed support in the form of memes, graphs, and good humor, these people are all AMAZING and I am forever in all of your debts 🙏

Since I'm not posting the chapters themselves on Tumblr, I put a preview excerpt under the cut! Enjoy!

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It had been a day since the news about the disastrous Mars mission was released.

NASA's website where satellite images of the Ares 3 camp were published had gotten so much traffic that the server went down for twelve hours.

Everyone wanted to see it. The wind storm. The camp in ruins.

The aftermath.

Of course, NASA wasn't pointing their satellites at Ares 3 anymore. There was no reason to now that the surviving five crew members were well on their way back to Earth in the Hermes .

God, what Danny would give to see the inside of that ship. If it was on Earth, the temptation to fly down to Cape Canaveral and invisibly peek inside would have easily won him over. But unfortunately, the Hermes has never been to Earth. It wasn't powered by regular rocket fuel, it was powered by ion engines — whatever that meant.

All Danny knew was that the Hermes needed to be assembled in space instead of on Earth. It was shipped up chunk by chunk to the International Space Station where it was put together in orbit.

Which was just rude.

#danny phantom #the martian #invisobang 2023 #phicc #my writing #Ecton AU #we did. so much math.#soooooo much math #and research too #i literally have a folder of research papers on my desktop #i could have written citations in this fic #after IB is over...we'll probably do a full writeup of all the ectoplasm science #but for now #please enjoy this monstrosity of a fic

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Congrats on the 3k! Not shocked at all, you're wonderful and deserve it! 💜 I was wondering if you'd do a smut piece with Echo and fem reader with the NSFW prompts 'can you feel what you are doing to me?' And 'you are the biggest turn on'? But would it be possible to add the 'accidental brush' prompt to it? If not, no worries! But maybe like a mutual pining/idiots being in love with each other and not realizing it until something finally caves? I'm a sucker for that stuff lol

3000 Prompt List Celebration

Echo X F!Reader

word count: 1.6k

NSFW

prompts:

• “Can you feel what you are doing to me?”

• “You are my biggest turn on.”

• & ‘Accidental Brush’

warnings: NSFW, explicit sexual content, mutual pining, idiots in love, female reader, first kiss, flirting, handjob, fluff, aftercare.

authors note: oh @theroguesully I’m so sorry about the wait! This was completely lost in my drafts and it was scheduled to be posted literally months ago but Tumblr said no. Anyway, hope this is okay and thanks for the support! Love this idea.

“Are you busy?”

You glanced up to find Echo near, his mechanical hand cradled in his grasp. "I've got time," you replied as you set your previous task to the side, observing him settle next to you as he lays his prosthetic down gently. "What seems to be the problem?"

"It's acting up. No clue what happened. I've tried everything," he explained, a hint of frustration evident in his voice. Your lips curled into a knowing smile.

"You think I might have a solution?" You took the cybernetic hand, studying the connections and circuits. "When did it start acting up?"

"Roughly an hour ago," he admitted, his gaze intently following your movements. Most people made him feel self-conscious about his enhancements, but with you, he felt different. It was your gentleness, your genuine care. And the undeniable fact that you were the most enchanting individual he'd ever encountered - a secret he guarded closely. Though he had his suspicions that maybe Hunter knew. And Wrecker… and everyone else. Just hopefully, not you.

"Hang tight, I'll sort this out," you said, pinpointing the malfunction. "I can bring it over when I'm done."

"You trying to send me away already?" He teased.

"N-No, it's just��" You stuttered, forever caught off guard by Echo's smooth presence. From the moment you'd met, you could not deny the fact he made your heart skip a beat. He was also so tentative and kind, not to mention utterly handsome too.

“Mind if I stick around?”

The intensity of his gaze caused your hands to waver just a fraction, betraying the storm of emotions raging within you.

"Of course," you managed to reply, trying to sound more composed than you felt, then refocused on the task at hand.

As you began to work away, Echo was captivated. Watching you effortlessly navigate the intricacies of mechanics always left him in awe. In his eyes, your skill rivaled that of even the most seasoned experts like Tech. Or perhaps he was simply biased.

But as time passed, his appreciation began to shift. While you remained engrossed in fixing the issue, his eyes strayed to the gentle curve of your lips, the way you absentmindedly bit down on your bottom lip as you concentrated. It wasn't meant to be enticing, yet he found himself stirred by the sight. He swallowed hard, an uneasy tension filling the air around him. Shifting uncomfortably, he hoped you wouldn't notice the effect you had on him.

Echo's sudden fluster caught your attention, making you smirk mischievously. "Everything okay?" you teased, having caught his uneasy demeanor.

"Just... feeling a bit warm," he replied, his fingers absentmindedly adjusting his collar.

"Well, don’t worry because I’m now done." You handed over his fixed prosthetic, your heart fluttering as you awaited his verdict.

The ease with which he reattached it and the grin that spread across his face told you everything. "You really are something," he whispered, though not quietly enough to escape your ears.

You leaned closer, the playful edge in your voice unmistakable. "And what’s that?"

He met your gaze, a warmth emanating from his eyes that had your heart skipping a beat. "Brilliant," he replied, his voice firm with conviction.

Taken aback, you offer a shy smile, averting your gaze. "I should get back to my work," you murmur, gesturing to your previous task. He follows your gesture and nods in understanding.

"Do you need a hand?" Echo offers, his eyes searching yours for an answer.

"No, it's just some minor tweaks left. But hey, if your arm gives you trouble again, let me know," you reply warmly, your words making him feel an unexpected surge of warmth.

He returns the smile, more genuinely this time. "I appreciate that. Is there any way I can thank you? Anything you need?"

Caught off guard, the first thing that comes to your mind spills out, "A hug?"

His eyes widen, clearly taken aback. You've shared casual touches, sure, but a hug was stepping into new territory.

Seeing your hesitation, he responds with a soft smile, "I'd like that."

You both stand and Echo's eyes search yours for a moment, and then with a gentle determination, he opens his arms to you. The galaxy seems to slow as you step into his embrace. The surprising warmth of his body against yours feels both unfamiliar and comforting, the steady beat of his heart syncing with the rapid thumping of your own.

You rest your head against his chest, discreetly inhaling the unique scent of him - a mix of metal, oil, and something distinctly Echo.

But, something feels different.

You pull back from him slowly and that’s when you see it. Your mouth subsequently waters and a sudden heat pangs at your core.

Your heart races as Echo, completely forgetting that his previous arousal hadn’t completely faded and the hug, only sprung it back as you accidentally brushed against him.

“It’s not what it looks like.” He utters quickly, eyes wide and absolutely mortified but you’re too stunned to speak.

And you’re not at all upset. In fact, you are rather in awe. “Then… what does it look like?”

Echo's face burns, the combination of his embarrassment and the close proximity making it all the more intense. He struggles to find words, his confident demeanor faltering in the face of his unexpected vulnerability.

"It's... I mean..." he starts, trying to form a coherent thought, "Being close to you, feeling your warmth, it just... affected me. And watching you work…”

Your eyes remain locked onto his, the weight of the realisation settling in. The physical evidence of his attraction had been a surprise, but in a way, it also confirmed what you had both been dancing around for so long.

Taking a deep breath, you muster the courage to admit, "I affect you, huh?"

As you didn’t back away, in fact coming closer, Echo let out his own deep breath and sincerely hoped he was reading the look in your eyes correcting. “You’re my biggest turn on.”

With your eyes dancing in delight at his confession, you couldn’t help but lick your lower lip, enticing Echo more whose eyes flicker straight to your lips that he had been thinking of kissing for so long. “I think I’ve thought of a new way you can thank me, Echo.”

“And what’s that?” He rasps.

Closing the distance once more, you gently let your hand begin to palm the aching length in his pants, having him shudder and moan in satisfaction. “I think you know.”

Without a second thought, Echo’s lips are on yours. He kissed you like a man starved, tongue diving deep into your mouth as you manage to slip your hand into his pants, taking a grasp of his warm cock that twitches beautifully under your grasp. “Fuck, Echo,” you compliment as you feel how big and perfect he was.

“Can you feel what you are doing to me?” He breathes against your lips, earning a grin of your own as your pussy throbs in response.

“I never thought you’d feel this way about me,”

“How could I not?”

Pulling his pants down to his ankles, you take a second to break the kiss and to admire his length. Both of your hands come into contact with him and he grunts at the sensation. “You look so good stroking my cock,” he whines, leaning against the control panel as he gazes down at your hands that start a perfect synchronised rhythm, pumping against his as precum lubes up your motions.

You lock eyes with him, his hooded with lust as you pleasure him with your hands, watching his chest rise and fall with heavy breaths. “Do you like this?”

“I love it, I love it so much.” He whimpers, knees shaking as you cup his balls, gently fondling them whilst your other hand maintains its rhythm. “D-do you want me to touch you?”

You smirk but gently shake your head. “I just want to focus on you today, I want to show you what I’ve always wanted to do.”

He blinks, surprised and incredibly aroused. “You have?” He says with a soft grunt, biting his own lip as he feels his climax start to build.

“Mhm, I’ve… I’ve always wanted to do this. With you.”

“Well,” he reaches his hand up and cups your cheek before sliding his lips over yours in a quick and heated embrace, “don’t let me stop you.”

Your pace begins to quicken, and his breathing becomes more stuttered as his hips involuntarily start to roll, sliding his cock in and out of your grasp. “Not - oh fuuuck - not going to last much longer sweetheart.”

“Cum for me Echo, cum.”

He’s saying your name over and over, his head tilted back as you pump frantically at his cock until you feel a beautiful warm texture paint your hands. You gasp at the feeling, his silky white cum covering your hand.

When you pull back, you quickly grab some tissue and clean yourself up, shyly handing over some for Echo who takes it, completely flustered. “Thank you.”

“So,” he says slowly once he’s tidied himself up and pulled his pants back up, “can I ask what this means?”

“I mean,” you shift in your position, sincerely hoping you’ve read the situation between you both correctly, “I think it’s obvious that I have feelings for you.”

At this, he blows out a breath of relief. “Good. Great,” he smiles warmly, “I’ve had feelings for you for a long time too. I just didn’t think you’d feel the same.”

You approach him again, this time you both instantly fall into each other's embrace. “You’re just going to have to thank me next time in a different way.”

His eyes widened slightly, a playful smirk forming on his lips. "Is that so?"

You nodded with a mischievous glint in your eye. "Definitely."

Echo chuckled softly, his hand resting gently against the nape of your neck, pulling you closer. "I look forward to it. Just know that I have plenty of ways to show my gratitude."

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