Prompt ââ i love that no one else has seen you like this, that no one else has felt you before, been inside you. they don't get to have you, but i do. ââ with alastor :3
Likke reader has been with multiple people but alastor is the first person to make her cum 0.0
prompt: Hii I really like your work! Can you do face sitting with alastor like reader mentions that she wants to sit on alastor face to angel and alastor overhears or angels says outlook to husk while his wasted thank youu
a/n: combining these two prompts!! ^ thinking maybe alastor overhears you talking with angel about your woes and offers to uhhh assist đ
"the guys down here suck, angel." you sigh, sitting next to angel in the hotel lounge. you crack open your beer and hand him one as well. "yer tellin' me, babe." he chuckles. "whats got ya worked up this tIme?" he hums, reaching an arm around your shoulders. "thats the thing! nothing!" you groan, leaning into his body. "you know how many times i've tried hooking up with someone just for them to bust in 30 seconds and rub my inner thigh?" angel almost chokes on his drink.
"they're the worst. no one down here has been able to make me cum but myself." you mutter, taking a sip of your drink. "who do you want, hm?" angel asks. "maybe i can hook ya up with someone good." he wiggles his eyebrows, earning a giggle from you. the alcohol is making you feel a little brave, so with a sigh, you let your words free. "y'know who i think about all the time?" angel's eyes widen with interest, anticipation building.
"alastor..." you admit for the first time out loud. angel does choke on his drink this time before he laughs. "bitch! the radio demon?!" he barely contains his cackle. "stop! i mean, have you seen him? god, angel. i'd get down on my knees and bark if he told me to. i wanna sit on his face, hold onto his antlers for support. ughh, he's so hot." you whine into angel's chest, embarrasmemt finally setting in. angel tries to contain himself, but you've never said something so out of pocket but also very relatable.
unbeknownst to you, alastor stands not far behind you, his ears twitching as he listens in. a part of him does feel a tinge of guilt for listening, but you'd be quieter if you didn't want anyone to hear you. "well now, isn't that interesting?" alastor's voice makes you jump, almost tossing your beer straight onto angel. "oh fuck..." angel all but pushes you over in an attempt to get away.
"oh my god. alastor i'm so sorry, i was just-" you scramble to defend yourself, but alastor puts his staff under your chin to raise your eyes to his. "what was that you said about wanting to... sit on my face? about these worthless little demons not knowing how to treat a woman?" the sultry tone in his voice has you clenching your thighs together, which you blame on the alcohol swirling in your gut. you laugh awkwardly, trying to brush this off as alastor teasing you but there's a look in his eyes that tells you he's dead serious. "it's nothing! just venting some frustrations, that's all."
your eyes are a dead giveaway, desire flooding them as you peer up at alastor. "why don't you accompany me to my room for the evening, darling? we wouldn't want these inexperienced fools to try and make a move now, would we?" he extends his hand, and you decide to throw caution to the wind. standing, you let him pull you close. "blow my mind, radio boy." you whisper, watching alastor's eyes darken and his smirk grow. alastor uses the shadows, leading you straight to his room in a mere moment.
your heart rate sky rockets, realization hitting your gut as you start to strip. "how long has it been?" he asks, picking you up with ease and carrying you to the bed. "w-what?" you hesistate, watching as alastor ushers you to climb on top of him. "since someone else made you cum?" you swallow, straddling his chest. "i don't even remember al..." alastor's hands come around to grip your ass and pull you forward. with a gasp, you brace yourself on the headboard and then the feeling of alastor's tongue immediately has your brain turning to mush.
it's dizzying, the slide of his tongue up and down your slit was already far better than anything you've experienced in such a long time. "o-oh fuck." your body shudders, barely being able to hold still. alastor's tongue dips passed your entrance, lapping up your juices like a man starving. you already feel that familiar coil in your stomach forming, threatening to snap all over alastor's face. "that's, oh god alastor, that's so good." you moan, gripping tighter on the headboard as your hips start to stutter on their own.
then, you feel alastor's hands on your ass start to push and pull you, forcing your cunt to slide over his tongue. "y-you, i'm gonna-" you can't even think straight, pleasure blinding you to anything else happening in the entire world. alastor hums against your clit, sucking the sensitive bud into his mouth and that's it, you're cumming hard enough that your vision goes dark and tears well in your eyes.
you're shaking, barely being able to breathe as alastor's tongue runs lazy circles over your still sensitive clit to ride out your orgasm. before you're fully recovered, alastor quickly flips you onto your back and his fingers find your puffy pussy. "you have no idea the honor it is to be the only one to see you like this, my dear. the only one to feel you-" he pauses, pushing two fingers inside your needy cunt so he can hear your sweet moans. "cum. and i will be the only one to continue feeling that. you will cum on my face, my fingers, my cock... anything you please."
the desire burning in your core strengthens once more. not even your own fingers have ever made you cum twice, but alastor is about to pull a second orgasm from you almost completely back to back. "make me cum again." you whine, hips arching further off the bed as his fingers pump in and out slowly. "on your cock, fuck, please fuck me alastor."
alastor chuckles, his free hand unbottoning the front of his pants just enough to free his cock. "how could i deny such a good girl? cum on my cock, my princess." in an instant, alastor's fingers are replaced by the thickness of his cock. the first thrust alone has you teetering on the edge, while his thumb rubs tight circles on your clit.
your pussy clenches around his girth, pulsing with every sweep of his finger. each thrust of his hips pushes you closer to the edge, his cock filling you like no one else could ever. "y-you, gonna cum again." you cry out, spasms wrecking your body as your second orgasm hits even more intense with the feeling of his thick cock stretching your pussy.
alastlor groans, pumping his cock deeper, deeper until he's cumming as well. "such a good girl." he grunts, pushing each thick rope of cum further inside. "you won't ever have to worry about not being taken care of, my dear." he assures, pulling out slowly even as your cunt tries to squeeze him in. "there's plenty more where that came from, rest your pretty little eyes." he coos, pulling a blanket on your tired body.
you just know this is going to be the best sleep pf your fucking life...
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Hiiii!!! See your doing writing requests for Hazbin, Its my hyperfixation so I am in need of more content đ so I'd like to request maybe Vox general or NSFW headcanon ( either one is good lol-) with a afab reader maybe? This is my first time requesting something like this so sorry if I'm a little nervous or bad at requesting. I think this is how people are supposed to request? XD
General Dating Headcanons | Vox
a/n: You're totally alright dear! You said everything just fine! As I've stated before, I got early access to the first two episodes, and it's been so interesting to analyze vox's character! I hope I can do him justice!! He's starting to grow on me now. I'm gonna stick with a gn!reader just because these are general headcanons and I want them to be suited for anyone!
fandom: Hazbin Hotel
wordcount: 1299
cw: SPOILERS FOR HAZBIN HOTEL, swearing, vulgar content, stalking, death and mentions of death/murder., toxic/absuive relationships.
(PLATONIC):
Voxâs got eyes EVERYWHERE in hell. There is no escaping his line of sight unless you go completely off the grid. Which is pretty difficult to do when the entirety of pentagram city is covered head to toe in VoxTech.
However, if you don't pose a threat to him, he really doesn't give a shit about you otherwise, and wonât pay that much attention to your life.
When you first fell into hell, you were mostly confused as to how you wound up here in the first place. That quickly subsided into fear as you noticed the large variety of demons and sinners casually walking down the sidewalk like it was an average tuesday.Â
Youâll never forget the sight of seeing a demon gnaw off the arm of another and swallow it whole, like it was an all-you-can-eat buffet.Â
You wander aimlessly down the streets, keeping to yourself and being very cautious of those around you. Your clothes were in tatters, and you didn't have any form of money whatsoever, what were you to do??
You had two options: Somehow find a job in this new horrific realm, or, die.
You didn't care too much for the latter.
This is how you stumble across one of the largest studios/clubs in hell, owned by probably the most feared overlords in pentagram city. The Vâs.Â
You get hired to be nothing more than a waiter/waitress, to serve the patrons of the club, mostly serving them their drinks.
You weren't too fond of the work uniform either. It left nothing to the imagination, and exposed alot of skin, far too much to your liking. The job actually paid somewhat decently though and it was enough to be able to sustain a living. You were quick to rent out the nearest apartment.
One day, while youâre out on the main floor, making your rounds, your eyes briefly lock with the TV demon across a sea of sinners. Call it cheesy, but it was almost like a spark went off the moment he laid eyes on you. Which is something that doesn't happen often with the tech-savvy overlord. Who were you??
He lazily beckons you over with a claw, to which you obediently follow, although it doesn't hide the sheer nervousness written all over your face, He gives you his drink order in that sultry, velvet voice of his, eyeing you up. You gulp slightly and are quick to bring him his order. He thought you were so cute trembling for him.
He begins to stalk observe you closer after that. If you have any electronic devices heâll watch you through your screens, trying to get a glimpse into what your life was like outside of work. The things you enjoyed doing in your free time, favorite shows, foods etc.
He def goes through your search history.
He would start showing up more in the sections you worked at, oftentimes minding his business, but occasionally striking up a conversation with you.
You did have to admit he was quite the charmer, his smooth voice was hypnotic to you.
OBSESSIVE TENDENCIES. If he notices some creep won't leave you alone while you're working, heâll take care of them personally, itâs never a pretty sight afterwards. He cant have anyone taking what's his.
You're oblivious to his stalking and possessiveness, you don't think much of it, maybe that's because he puts on a friendly face when youâre around him.
But after some time of getting to know you, Heâs the one that eventually asks you out on a âdateâ. Youâre skeptical at first, but decide to accept his offer. And also partially because you were afraid of what would happen if you said no.
(ROMANTIC):
Ngl itâs kind of a situationship in the beginning.
Vox is a busy man, itâs constant work maintaining the studios (especially valentinos temper) and managing the entirety of hell's technology. So, he may ghost you at first.
That being said, He will still keep an eye on you. He often watches through your phone while you sleep, just to make sure youâre safe. Hell is a dangerous place after all.
Speaking of, youâre now under the protection of the Vâs, so thatâs a plus! You never have to worry about another demon laying a finger on you. They usually never get close enough to anyways.
He very easily gets jealous. He won't show it on the outside because he has an image to uphold, but you can tell every time from that crazed look in his eyes.
Vox is a possessive lover; he wants to keep you all to himself. If he could, heâd keep you locked up by his side all day.
CONTROLLING. He HAS to know where youâre at, at all times, and who youâre going to be with (lest you face one of his tantrums). Also dictates what you wear, He likes to dress you up to his liking, like youâre his own personal doll.
Insecure much?
Say goodbye to privacy btw. He constantly has you in the back of his mind and a watchful eye on you. It can be kind of suffocating at times. The two of you have gotten into a few arguments because of this.
Valentino gets jealous of you too. How dare you take his boy-toy away from him? Heâs often giving you the stink eye and will threaten you behind voxâs back. Youâre too scared to tell Vox, because you don't want to face Valâs wrath.
You know briefly of his and Valâs ârelationshipâ it all had seemed very one-sided and completely unhealthy.
You're often having to calm Vox down. The man has a very short temper and is easily provoked.Â
Imagine you pressing little kisses to his screen after he found out about Alastorâs return. He remains stoic, but secretly enjoys your affection.
Some of the pet names he loves to call you include; Doll, Dear, Darling, Sweetheart, Babe.
Pretty old-fashioned ik, but he's a classy man alright?
He tends to be pretty touchy, always having a clawed hand on the small of your back, or an arm wrapped around your waist. Itâs more of a possessive trait of his, to keep what's his close.
He loves having you sprawled on his lap while heâs in his screen room, you stay nuzzled into his side, often taking naps while he does broadcasts.
He TOTALLY spoils you btw. Heâs one of the most powerful overlords in hell, ofc he has the money to show it. Whatever dingy apartment you had before, forget about it bc this man has you living in a penthouse suite in one of the most expensive apartment buildings. He sees you looking at something in a store or online?? Boom, itâs yours now.
He loves buying you clothes, as Iâve said before, you're his âdollâ and he loves playing dress up with you.
And if you buy him something?? Heâs taken by surprise at first, heâs never really been on the receiving end of that affection, so whatever it is you give him heâll cherish it.
If you ever have someone bothering you, or want to get rid of, you just say the word babe. Heâll be feeding them to his sharks >:)
The man is emotionally constipated, ok?? All heâs ever known from relationships is what he shared with Val (and trust me that was a train wreck). Heâs rough around the edges, short-tempered and isn't always easy to get along with, and heâs incredibly possessive which can be suffocating to deal with at times. This probably stems from him not wanting to actually be alone, He doesn't want you to slip out of his grasp, so he keeps a tight leash on you. But underneath all these flaws, he really does love you and care about you. At the end of the day, He just wants someone that will stay.
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It's a Match! || 141 x reader
[ The Prequel ] || [ Chapter 2 ]
Pairing: Gaz x Reader || 141 x gn!Reader
Words: 1K~
Summary: While overcoming recent heartbreak, you decide to join Tinder in search of a rebound. Your friends advise to just Swipe Right indiscriminately... What happens when 4 soldiers from the same squad match with you?
Chapter 1: Kyle
All of last night you and your friends spent time tinkering with your profile, putting up the sexiest pics of you that you had, some of them from Instagram, some from your camera roll, and filling in all the fields of info you couldâŠÂ
And then you started checking out the profiles, definitely judging and roasting the men that popped on your screen (blame the alcohol), but always swiping right, regardless of what you (or them) thought of the most recent man on the screen.
But, once they left, you turned off the notifications and alerts from the app and went to sleep. You had acquiesced to downloading the app and making a profile, but the last thing you wanted was to be on that app constantly and get bombarded with DMs and Likes/Super-LikesâŠ
The next day came and went and, as you sat in your kitchen after work, unboxing your take-out boxes of dinner, your group chat pinged with a text from Leah.
leah: How's Tinder going? đ
You bit your lip and sighed as you typed out a response:
you: havenât touched it all day bc i was at work.
leah: Better touch it then!!
Rolling your eyes, you set the phone down on the table again, and locked the screen, as you began stirring the noodles you bought with your chopsticks.
Mia joined not long after with her own opinion.Â
mia: ive got a good feeling about today! ur gonna find a hot bloke i know it 𫶠im sending good energyyyy!
âYeah, rightâŠâ You grumbled. But, once again, you acquiesced and clicked on the little flame-shaped app icon.
The app lagged at first, for a good 5 seconds, and then a bunch of DMs and Like notifications pinged your phone.
You couldnât help but chuckle to yourself⊠Oh, how predictable men are⊠They see a picture showing just a bit more skin and they try to chat the person up. But, at the same time, it made you feel quite goodâŠ
You skim through the DMs youâve already gotten, over 99 of them⊠And none of them tickled your fancy. Plenty of them were variations of âOi.â, âHey.â, âHi.â... Not to mention the ones that were just directly asking you to meet up right from the get-go.
Returning to the groupchat, you text your friends a screenshot of the 99+ counter on both the DMs and the Likes, which causes them to break into cheers at you.
leah: Look at you!!!!
mia: i knew it.
you: not into any of them tho.
mia: then go back to swiping girl!
Biting back a little groan, you returned to Tinder and flicked onto the Swiping page.
Surprisingly, now that you were alone (and kind of doing it against your will), it was a lot easier for you to not get lost over-analyzing the profiles and simply⊠mindlessly moving your finger.
Right.
Right.
Right.
Right.
Ew, thatâs a catfish of a famous male model, Report.
Right.
Right.
Right.
âKyle.â You said softly as you read the name on your screen. He looked adorable, with a squinted âthe-sun-is-in-my-eyesâ smile. â29⊠A soldier⊠a BrummieâŠâ You mused as you slipped a Chinese roll past your lips and chewed.
You took a screenshot of his profile and sent it quickly to your friendsâ groupchat before you returned to Tinder. As you clicked through his photo gallery, you saw the push notifications pinging at the top of the screen.
leah: HEâS STUNNING! đ«
mia: đđđđđ
mia: smash.
Chuckling, you continue going through his pictures. âHoliday photo, holiday photo, I seriously hope those are his nephews or something, mandatory picture in uniform, and⊠JESUS CHRIST, a warning wouldâve been NICE?!â You said to no one in particular as your jaw dropped open and you almost dropped your Chinese roll.Â
âBloody hell⊠Is that sweat or baby oil?â You asked yourself as you looked at his slick, bare chest in the mirror selfie he uploaded. âAnd is he cupping his-â You stopped that train of thought before it could go too far from the station.
Clicking the arrow in the corner you finally brought his profile into full-screen and proceeded to find yourself chuckling at his bio.Â
His pictures were all wonderful, he looked like a guy who took care of himself, and he was funny which was the best part.Â
Taking a deep breath, you press the Green heart at the bottom. A squeal escapes your mouth when the phone screen suddenly changes to the darker âItâs a Match!â screen with Kyle.
Your eyes widen in surprise and, just as you press the DM button, intent on coming up with something to message him, you notice it.
Kyle: bought some shoes from a drug dealer this morning. donât know what he laced them with but Iâve been tripping over myself all day and now think ive finally fallen for you đ
The cheesy pick-up line has you closing your eyes and exhaling through your nose. Itâs starting off terribly⊠But heâs the first bloke you felt inclined to text⊠That has to mean something, doesnât it?
you: you fell out of a helicopter⊠i dont think its the shoes. iâm starting to think ur just clumsy.
Kyle: holy shit youâre not a bot! letâs goooo
you: a bot? you really thought that?
Kyle: when someone has posted pics as cute as yours you cant help but have that worry in the back of your mind đ
Kyle: or that ur a catfish đ€·ââïž
you: i promise you im neither.
you: and thank you. youâre cute too.
Kyle: thats exactly what a bot/catfish would say đ
you: well how would a human talk then??
Kyle: cant tell you bc then ur gonna machine learn and start doing it
you: well then how else am i supposed to prove im not either??
Kyle: let me take you out. let me get a proper good look at you.
you: was that all a ploy to invite me out?? đ«
Kyle: first time on tinder?
you: that obvious huh?
Kyle: a little.
Kyle: so is that a yes?
you: Iâll think about it.
Kyle: i can work with that. đ„Ž
Kyle: hmu whenever youd like. no pressure.Â
Maybe you would hit him up later⊠Once you gained enough courage to go through with the whole âreboundâ thing.
Biting your lip, you click off the DMs and return to the Swiping pageâŠ
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kaveh snapping at alhaitham for buying another ugly wood carving⊠except he forgot it was his birthday đ
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âThis looks absolutely nothing like me!â Kaveh snaps at the rough-out Aranara carving that suddenly shows up one morning, looking so blonde and angry.
Alhaitham comes out of his room at this moment and walks over to their common shelf where the architect stands.
Kaveh has a meeting with a particularly frustrating client today and heâs feeling so anxious that he cannot help but snaps at Alhaitham too, âHow many times do I have to tell you not to bring ugly wood carvings into our home!?â
Alhaitham looks at Kaveh, his lips tightens. Something unfathomable flashes across his eyes and disappears just as suddenly.
âDo whatever you want with it then,â Alhaitham says finally after an awkward silence. Then he grabs his key from the shelf and turns his back to walk towards the front door without saying another word.
Kaveh looks at him leaving the house in puzzlement. It is not a rare occasion to see the Scribe not bothering to argue with him but Alhaitham never walks away after saying only one sentence before. He looks as if heâs angry or evenâŠpouting? Kaveh is not sure if that word can describe Alhaitham.
Maybe Kaveh did something wrong? He gasps at the thought.
Is it because the smell of the cream soup he made yesterday was too strong? Or maybe it was the fact that the house is now so messy because heâs in the middle of tidying up things? Or maybe he moved or touched some books he wasnât supposed to?
Kaveh ends up thinking for the whole day. He even spaces out during the clientâs meeting and almost drops the model when he tries to present his plan.
He thinks and thinks but nothing comes to his mind. They have been on unusually pretty good terms lately, so he cannot think of something recent that might have made Alhaitham upset.
Kaveh is so deep in thought he almost bumps into Collei on the way home.
âAh! Sorry!â Kaveh exclaims then realizes who it is, âCollei! I didnât know you were in town today!â
Somehow, the trainee Forest Ranger looks shocked to see him. She quickly picks up something that fell to the ground when they bumped into each other earlier. Kaveh catches a glimpse of a small green box with yellow ribbon before Collei swiftly hides it behind her back.
âItâs so good to see you! Wanna grab something to eat?â Kaveh asks, ignoring her suspicious behavior. Heâs not ready to go home just yet, not when he still hasnât figured out what he did wrong.
âUh, sorry I have somewhere to be today,â Collei replies nervously, avoiding to meeting his eyes, âIf you will excuse me, I really need to get going.â
Then she takes off before he can say another word.
Kaveh ruffles his hair in confusion. What is going on today?
After wandering around aimlessly for a while, he decides that he has no other place to go except the good old Lambadâs Tavern.
He sits down at a table and orders a drink even though itâs merely 5PM.
âHey, Kaveh!â Lambad shouts his name from behind the counter, âThat oneâs on the house! Happy Birthday!â
Oh. Shit.
A realization strikes him like a bolt of lightning.
âHow could I forget!â he cries, standing up abruptly, âIt is my birthday!â
He tells Lambad that heâll take a raincheck on that glass of wine before leaving the tavern. Kaveh rushes home as fast as he can and finds Alhaitham standing in front of the shelf with the Aranara carving on one hand and a bag on another.
Alhaitham raises his eyebrows when he sees Kaveh practically flying from the front door.
âNo, waitâ-â Kaveh tries to catch his breath, âD-donât throw that away!â
âOh?â Alhaitham puts down the Aranara and turns to face the architect. âSeems like you finally remember something.â
âSorry for what I said this morning,â Kaveh blurts out, âI know it sounds like an excuse but that clientâs project kept me frustrated all night and I shouldnât have taken it on you.â
Alhaitham looks at him silently.
âAlright, alright,â Kaveh puts two hands in the air, âI apologize for calling it ugly.â
The Scribe lets out a chuckle right this second. It is clear that he does not intend put up any fights with Kaveh on his birthday.
Alhaitham hands him the Aranara in question and asks, âWill you also stop calling my other wood carvings ugly?â
âWell, I wouldnât go that far,â Kaveh replies with a beaming smile. His eyes light up as he takes the wooden figure in his hands.
Alhaitham gives him birthday presents every year but they are usually books or drafting tools. This is the first time Kaveh has received something custom-made. Well, from anyone, really.
âI donât know whatâs gotten into me this morning,â he mumbles, feeling the rough wood under his fingers. âSure, it looks a bit cruder than that one in your bedroom which I kind of like, but the more you look at it, the morâ- Hey!â
âI changed my mind,â Alhaitham announces with a straight face, the Aranara is now back to his hand. âIâm taking it back.â
Kaveh blinks.
âWhat did you just say!?â he raises his voice.
âI donât see any reasons why it should be in the possession of someone who doesnât appreciate it,â he replies simply while putting the wooden figure in the bag, then starts to walk to the entrance hall.
âHow do you know I donât appreciate it!?â Kaveh follows him, trying so hard not to yell at his back, âThis is ridiculous! You just gave it to me literally a second ago!â
That does not make Alhaitham slow down one bit. In the heat of the moment, Kaveh charges at him without thinking.
Next thing he knows, they are both on the floor with Alhaitham being beneath him. He quickly snatches the bag from the Scribeâs hand and sits up.
âHa!â Kaveh exclaims, raising it in the air in victory. âYou cannot walk away from me this time! Donât you know that itâs rude to take back what you have given!?â
When there isnât any response, Kaveh glances down, only to see that Alhaitham is covering his face laughing.
Kaveh looks at this scene in disbelief.
âWere you just teasing me!?â he asks with a high-pitched voice, âOh my god, who are you? What have you done to my Alhaitham?â
âI couldnât help,â he is still laughing, âYou shouldâve seen your face.â
Itâs extremely rare for Kaveh to see a silly side of Alhaitham, let alone seeing him laughing like this. Kaveh stares dazedly at him, completely forgetting why he was mad in the first place.
âYou can have the Aranara,â Alhaitham says with a smile, âWill you get off me now? Although I donât really mindâ-â
Kaveh interrupts this sentence with a cough, just realizing what a dangerous position they are in. He shifts to move out of the way, but at this moment, a small piece of paper falls of the bag and lands on Alhaithamâs chest.
The Scribeâs eyes widen as he moves to reach for it, but Kaveh is quicker.
Seeing whatâs on there, he is speechless.
Alhaitham covers his face again, but his ears are turning visibly red. The worse thing is, Kaveh can also feel his face burning too.
âYou carved this,â he asks softly, âfor me?â
After a while, Alhaitham admits with a sigh, âYes.â
Kaveh is dumbfounded. He assumed that it was merely a commission. Never has he ever thought Alhaitham would go that far to do something like this for him.
âThatâs why youâve been coming home late for the past week!â Kaveh just remembers how unusual it was when he said that he needed to work overtime.
âYou knowing this wasnât part of the plan, I was too careless.â he says flatly and decides to pull himself up, unintentionally getting closer to Kaveh. âNow itâs good time for you to forget you have seen that workshop receipt.â
âNuh-uh,â Kaveh pokes his chest, âThis Aranara is now worth a million mora to me.â
âYou have just burdened yourself with a new enormous debt thenâ Alhaitham teases.
âHey!â
âI think wood craving has grown on me.â Alhaitham smiles, âSo Iâm afraid youâll have to put up with these ugly figurines for now.â
âCome on, they are not that ugly,â Kaveh chuckles, âBut we do need to set up a proper corner for them so they donât disrupt the current aesthetic.â
The Scribe canât help but roll his eyes at this comment.
âSeriously though, thank youâ Kaveh softly touches his shoulder and looks directly into his eyes, âItâs the first time someone did something so special for me. I will always treasure it.â
The Scribe stares back at him and without a warning, Alhaitham pulls him into his arms and whispers to his hair, âHappy Birthday, Kaveh.â
After that, Collei, along with Cyno and Tighnari, burst open their front door right when they are still hugging in the hallway. Kavehâs face turns as red as a tomato as Alhaitham helps him up on his feet.
The night cannot be more perfect. The house is filled with the smell of good food, laughers and joy. His most favorite dishes are laid out on the table and the gifts are waiting for him to open. Wine never tastes better and even Cynoâs jokes are funnier than usual.
Kaveh watches as everyone starts to eat and cheerfully discuss about what games they are going to play tonight. His heart aches a bit thinking of how much he does not want to ever lose this; his friends, his happiness, his home.
And when his eyes accidentally meet with Alhaithamâs, he cannot help but wonder, would things turn out differently if he hadnât met the Scribe at the tavern that night where he had taken Kaveh in?
He tries harder now to stay happy, to actually listen to some of Alhaithamâs advice, the sensible ones at least.
âDonât burden yourself with something unnecessary from the past and from the futureâ, he would say.
So instead of dwelling on the past regrets and unknown future, Kaveh thinks he is ready now to find comfort in the present happiness.
(END)
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In the comfort of your arms
summary: Lando plays video games a lot in between races. Y/n doesnât mind, she even enjoys watching him play.
Iâve read a few fanfictions with the same theme a while back. I hope itâs not too similar đ
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Lando loves playing video games a lot. When heâs bored, when heâs alone, when he canât sleep, when he misses you, he plays. Time flies by without noticing as he enjoys himself with his friends. Even when he is away for F1, he plays. His favorite game to play with Max, Bankai and Matt at the moment is Escape from Tarkov. He could (actually is) spend hours on it.
As he has two weeks before the next race, Lando just came back home, to Monaco, to rest a bit before going back to the MTC and later on race again. The first thing he did when he was back was to call you and ask you to stay at his place for the few days he was here. An offer you could never refuse. Texts and FaceTime arenât enough, so you try to maximize every moment you can have with him.
So you drove to his place immediately after, making yourself at home at his place, like you usually do when he is here. When he is at Monaco you mostly stay at his place, leaving your own for days, even weeks sometimes. If you look at Landoâs place, you can see that you are here a lot. An extra toothbrush in his bathroom. A side of his dressing dedicated to you, some groceries and drinks of your liking in his fridge, itâs your second home.
But, as much as he wants to spend all of his time with you, Lando needs his daily dose of game. You wanted to finish a tv show that you had started a week ago, he wanted to play, it was the perfect opportunity. You were in the same place, but doing your own thing, just like if you were living together.
A few hours passed by and you finally finished your tv show. It was around midnight, you were getting tired but didnât want to go to bed without him. You always do that, and now that you can have his company in bed, you didnât want to miss it, even just for one night. From the living room, you silently made your way to where he was playing. Before entering, you carefully analyzed if he was streaming. Once you saw that he wasnât, you fully entered the room.
Lando was fully focused on his game, trying to kill a raider that he didnât hear you walk next to him. Itâs only when he got killed and slid back a bit that he saw you and jumped a bit. He cut his mic to talk to you for a sec.
âSorry, didnât mean to scare youâ you said as you tried not to laugh
âItâs okayâ he said, turning his chair to look at you. You were wearing one of his shirt, that was a bit oversized for you. You had a few pajamas of yours here, but nothing was as more comfy as his clothes. And he loved it. He loved since you in his clothes. His hands dropped from his chair to your thighs, making you shiver.
âAre you almost done?â You asked, looking at the screen, your arms around his neck as he pulled you closer to him.
âI donât know, I think Iâll do one or two more runs then I think Iâll be doneâ his arms made it around your waist now.
âHmâ
âYou can go to bed, Iâll join youâ you stepped back, looking at him, pouting
âThatâs not going to happenâ Lando laughed a bit
âWhy?â
âI spend most of my nights without you, itâs not to do it again when youâre hereâ
âAwâ was all Lando was able to answer. He loved this clinginess of yours. He was the same with you, which was quite normal since you were away from each other a lot.
âCan I sit with you for a bit?â
âSureâ he said. You started to walk away, but Lando grabbed your hand. âWhere you going?â He asked
âGrab a chairâ
âYou donât need oneâ he said, patting his thigh with his free hand. You couldnât help but laugh.
âThatâs not going to be comfortable for you, how are you going to play?â You joked as he pulled you back to him.
âDonât worry about that. Come hereâ Next thing you know, youâre sitting on his lap, your head leaning against his, your left arm resting on his waist.
You planted a kiss on his neck before he was back into the game. You saw him smile.
âLando are you still there mate?â You heard Max asked him through his headphones.
âYep, sorry, Iâm hereâ he said calmly. Sometimes he could be very loud while playing, but he could also be very calm. It happens a lot when he plays Tarkov. He talks normally, very slow and calmly. Laughing from time to time. And the noise of the game, so satisfying. Itâs such a quality, and same, itâs calmly in a way.
Like a lullaby almost. At least at midnight it is. In Landoâs arms it is. You could hear most of everything through his headphones as you were close to them, and it was at the perfect volume for you. Your eyes following closely what Lando was doing, you felt sleepy. His smell was helping you drift away in the most perfect way. Thatâs how you fell asleep was he was still playing.
Lando didnât notice right away that you fell asleep. He was focused in his game. But thatâs when he finally stopped that he noticed you werenât moving at all. He said goodnight to everyone and turned off the computer, before easily getting up and carrying you to his bed. You didnât even make a sound nor wake up when he moved you. But once he was settled in bed, you made your way to his arms again, instinctively, naturally. You missed him too much.
When you woke the next morning, you were still in the same position from the night. Lando on his side, and you cuddled up in his arms. You donât know how, but you do remember last night, how comfortable you fell asleep in his arms, and how comfortable you are right now. Home.
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Cheerleader
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Pairing | stepdad!Cillian Murphy x reader
Summary | You finally got on the cheer team and are excited to show your stepdad the uniform, but he has some concerns.
Warnings | Smut, 18+, sexual content, mildly dubious consent, large age gap (unspecified), wedgie lmaoo, dry humping, grinding, groping, spanking, praise, daddy but not the kink?, technically incest??, ionno what else lol
Words | 1.5 k
Notes | I honestly donât even know what this is⊠like I canât tell if I hate it or notđđ Also for legal reasons⊠weâll say reader is 18 and in college đ (just a reminder though: this is fiction. Treat it as such lol)
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âHey, love, how was school?â He called out from the kitchen and you all but bounced into the room.Â
âI got on the cheer team!â You said excitedly.
âThatâs amazing! Iâm so proud of you, baby.â You could tell his tone was genuine, but he was still focused on whatever food he was preparing.Â
âTurn around, daddy.â You giggled and he set down the knife before turning to face you. His eyes widened and his lips parted in shock as he took in your clothesâ your body. âDo you like it?â You asked, twirling around for him to see the whole thing.
âI-itâs⊠a little short, donât you think?â He choked out.Â
âWell duh. How else would I do this?â You showed him a kick and his gaze snapped down to where the skirt rode up, exposing your matching shorts.Â
âYou have to wear this for everything?â
âWe have a long sleeved top for the winter time, but yeah.â You smiled. âWhat do you think?âÂ
âCâmere, love.â You walked over and stood in front of him, waiting. He started on your waist, then dragged his hands down to your hips, his thumbs rubbing over the exposed skin of your tummy. He suddenly got down on his knees and moved his hands to just above your ankles. He snaked them up your legs, teasing you, until they reached the bottom of the skirt.Â
âDaddy?âÂ
âShh⊠I'm just getting a closer look, baby.â Duh. What else would he be doing? You thought with an internal chuckle. His hands moved up to your hips, over the skirt, then snaked behind you.Â
âDaddy!â You gasped when he squeezed your ass and pulled you closer.
âTurn around.â He ordered, moving his hands to your hips to start turning you. Once you were facing away from him, he was groping you again and you bit your lip to contain any sounds. âBend over.â He said suddenly.Â
âW-what?âÂ
âBend over. You can lean on the counter if thatâs easier.â Hesitantly, you obeyed. You leaned down and placed your hands on the counter. âFurther.â With a blush of embarrassment, you lowered yourself so that your arms were crossed, resting on the counter, holding up your chin.Â
âThis is what counts as school appropriate nowadays?â He scoffed, making your blush darken. âThe skirt doesnât cover anything.âÂ
âT-thatâs what the shorts are for.â You said quietly.Â
âIâd hardly call these shorts.â He was groping your ass again now, this time under the skirt. âTheyâre so fucking tight.â He gruffed. âI can see the outline of your pussy.â His thumb brushed over your mound, making you shoot up.Â
âDaddy!âÂ
âDown.â You froze when you heard his tone, then slowly lowered yourself back down. He reached under the fabric where your ass met your thighs, then took it in a firm grip and roughly pulled up, making you gasp and grab onto the counter. His hands settled on your bare ass and you couldn't help the way you started squirming. The fabric of your shorts and underwear being pressed so tightly against you was almost painful, but it made you needy too.Â
âEvery little immature boy at your school is going to want a piece of this.â He removed a hand, but brought it back down quickly, with a sharp smack. You jolted and gasped out a moan, caught off guard by the sudden pain. âI canât let that happen, baby. But Iâm not gonna make you quit, not when I know how happy it makes you.â Another slap. âIâm gonna make sure you wonât let any boys come near this pussy.â Another slap, then his thumb was brushing over your mound again.Â
âPlease,â You whined, but it cut off into a choked moan when he spanked you again, twice in quick succession. âWonât let any boys come near it!â You tried, gripping onto the counter when he spanked you again, but he wasnât listening. He ignored you and continued toying with your ass, sometimes squeezing it, but mostly spanking it. âIt hurts, daddy.â You whimpered.Â
âDoes it, baby?â He asked innocently, making you pout.Â
âYeahâŠâÂ
âYou can handle a little more.â He decided, then continued until your ass felt hot and your clit was throbbing and your eyes were watering. âSuch a good girl.â He mumbled, rubbing soothing hands over the burning skin, but his touch was just making it hurt more. âIâm sorry, baby. You know I hate when I have to punish you, but you need to learn.âÂ
âI know..â You whimpered, then his hands were gone. You heard him standing up and he grabbed your hips to push you closer to the counter. âAre you done?â You asked quietly.Â
âNot yet, love.â You dreaded having to endure even more spanking. When you heard his belt, you stiffened. Next was his zipper, then fabric was rustling a little and he reached for your shorts again. He looped one hand through both of the leg holes, making the pressure on your clit get a little harder.Â
When he suddenly lifted you up, a pained cry left you as your shorts and underwear were forced deeper between your ass and even between your folds. Your feet were barely touching the ground and you reached back to try and push him away, but he just landed another slap on your ass.Â
âStay still.âÂ
âI-it hurts, daddy⊠I canât.â You whimpered. In response, he adjusted his grip and lifted you up even more, making you cry out. The very tips of your shoes were barely still on the floor and the pressure on your clit was becoming more of a painful pleasure now. Emphasis on âpainful.â Â
When you felt him press up against you, your breath caught in your throat. He still had his underwear on, but he was grinding his bulge on your pussy because of how high he was holding you. His free hand grabbed your hips to stabilize you as he sped up.Â
âDaddyâŠâ You whined. Everything was so contradictory. Your ass was still burning, as was your clit from the prolonged wedgie, but it also felt good as he rubbed his bulge against it. You didnât know what to think. You didnât even know if you wanted him to stop or do more.
âI know, baby⊠Just a little longer.â He said quietly. Letting out a low groan, he continued humping you, his breathing getting more and more ragged. He moved the hand on your hip to help hold your shorts and underwear, then took a couple steps back. When you werenât being supported by the counter anymore, you fell forward with a scream, your whole body weight now being held by the wedgie. You grabbed onto the counter to lift yourself up a little so your face wasnât inches above the floor, but you couldnât get close enough to put any weight on it.Â
âDaddy! Daddyâ wait!â You cried out, making him moan at your struggling. His hips got more desperate, rutting against your clothed heat, making you more desperate as well.Â
You tried squirming, but he just lifted you even higher. Your feet kicked around as you tried hopelessly to find some footing, now being completely suspended.Â
âPlease! It hurts!â You whined loudly, but he ignored you. âPlease, daddy! I canât take it anymore..âÂ
âShh⊠Yes you can, love. Iâm almost done.â He cursed under his breath and his movements sped up even more. âSuch a good fucking pussy.â He groaned under his breath.Â
âWhoâs allowed to touch you here?â He asked, clearer now.Â
âYou!â
âWho owns this fucking cunt?âÂ
âY-you..â You whimpered, hoping if you just agreed to everything that heâd give you mercy.Â
âThatâs right, baby. Your body is only for daddy to touch, okay?â You were nodding before he could even finish.Â
âYesâ yes.. Please let me down now.â You rushed out. Youâve learned your lesson by nowâ you wonât let anyone come near you. His hips stopped, but he didnât drop you. Instead, he stayed pressed up against your cunt, then started bouncing you up and down by your shorts and underwear, stimulating his cock like that instead. Each time you went down, a sharp cry was forced out of you. You could feel tears in your eyes again as the pain got worse and worse. He started rutting into you, but still moved you up and down, never even faltering.Â
âPlease!â You cried. He moved you forward again so you were bent over the counter. Your feet still werenât touching the floor, but at least some of the weight was taken off.Â
âFuckââ He choked out, panting and moaning quietly. He took a step back and removed one hand, making you drop a little so that your toes were now on the floor. Then his moans were getting louder and louder until you felt heat spurting all over your ass. You whined and squirmed as your whole face heated up from humiliation. He cursed under his breath and slowly lowered you, releasing your shorts. He panted for another moment, then tugged your stretched out shorts and underwear back down, over his come. You felt completely and utterly used. But you also felt completely and utterly desperate for more.Â
âThatâs better. Covers more of your ass now.â He said through a breath, giving you one last spank.Â
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When you call them "babygirl" (COD:MWII)
rating: mature
characters: Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Captain John Price, John "Soap" McTavish, Simon "Ghost" Riley, König, Gary "Roach" Sanderson, Hound
warning(s): language, a smidge of suggestivness
a/n: calling them bbygirls>>>>>calling them fictional crushes. also, my personal Roach hc is that he's a selective mute that took up ASL to communicate.
EDIT: there's now a reversal! What if you were called babygirl đ
Gaz
His eyebrows raise almost impossibly high
"Did I hear that right or did you just..."
He's not upset, just... surprised.
Pleasantly surprised.
He doesn't mind it but man... it might've sparked something inside him. Might've.
You've given him nicknames before, both teasing and affectionate, but he never expected to be called that before. It's a new feeling.
You don't use it too much with him, but when you do, it gets the cutest laugh out of him. Gets him acting like he doesn't like it, but you know he absolutely does.
If you catch him off guard, he'll tilt his cap down and try to stifle a laugh to distract himself from how warm his face feels.
"Fuckin' hell, the things you do to me..."
You cheekily grin in response and give him those adoring eyes because you know that he knows you do it because you love him just that much to torment him :]
Now you only use it to amuse and tease him just to hear that golden laughter. You don't think you'll ever get tired of it.
Price
First time you said it, he nearly choked on his cigar.
"Sorry, what did you just say?"
He doesn't mean to be rude, it's just that you caught him so off guard. Give the poor man a break.
You repeat it to him and he chuckles, a little awkwardly because him? Babygirl? He can't see it, at least he doesn't see if he even has the qualities for such a title.
But oh, do you disagree. In fact, you start using it more, regardless of what he thinks.
If it's in front of the other task force members, it usually gets him to stop in his tracks and let out a knowing groan, shaking his head and trying to get the team to focus back on whatever they were doing before.
Which is extremely hard with how Gaz and Soap are trying to fight back their giggles.
When you're alone, he sighs but leans into your touch a little more.
He's actually amused by it and has even tried to give you something equally cheesy or teasing just to bite back at you.
It works.
He knows he's egging you on to use it more but truthfully?
He can't bring himself to get actually upset over it.
Soap
You decided to test his reaction on a whim one night at a visit to the pub after a successful mission, walking up behind him and greeting him.
You've never seen his head whip around so fast, and you wonder how he didn't snap his neck.
Oh and there it is.
The classic McTavish SmirkTM.
He's grinning so wide, leaning into your side and wrapping your arm around his waist.
"Would'ya mind repeatin' that, love?"
You're starting to regret this, seeing as he's enjoying it a little too much.
Then again... it could make this night a little more rewarding.
After that, he practically pushes you to use it more, says something about getting butterflies or how it "rolls off your tongue so well"
Either way, you don't mind it, seeing how it makes him happy and how he seems more obliged to listen to you.
And every time you do, he's always got that adoring glint in his eyes and an excited grin on his lips because fuck yeah,
He is your babygirl.
Ghost
He freezes so badly, the only movement being his shallow breathing.
To be honest, you were a b i t nervous to try, but you figured there was no harm in it with how far your relationship was.
But now you're starting to regret even trying, wondering if you've crossed a line or-
"Say it again."
Ohfuckohfuckohfuck-
You do as he says, and it gets a dry laugh out of him. He shakes his head and brings a hand to his forehead, mumbling about how stupid it is.
Except you don't miss that softened look in his eyes, the one weakness of his mask.
So you start rolling it out slowly and steadily, mostly in private because god knows he would strangle you for using it in public.
Much to his dismay, the 141 still overhears it thanks to you "teasing" him with it as a "joke".
Regardless, you don't mind limiting it to being used in private because you're the only one that knows and uses the fact that the Simon "Ghost" Riley secretly loves being called your babygirl.
Specifically in a soft or smooth way that gets him to just fucking melt on the spot. Even a simple, "How's my babygirl doing today?" in passing gets him all worked up at the idea of him being yours and yours only. It's even worse when you use it in bed.
So use it wisely!
König
He's looking around as if you're talking to someone else. Poor thing's all confused.
When he finally figures it out that it's him you're talking about, ohhh the way you wish you could take a peek under that hood.
The man's got his face buried in his hands, gripping and pulling the hood down on his face as if any inch of skin would further reveal how flustered he got.
Though you can already imagine it for yourself, his face burning brightly with his lips pressed tightly, causing all his stammering and sputtering.
Even worse, because of that, you add it to the list of various nicknames you have for him.
What you didn't expect is for him to adjust so well to it. At some point, he just sheepishly laughs and smiles whenever you use it, and of course, he's still a little shy about it,
But he starts leaning into it more, responding to it like he would any other name. Loves it like any other nickname when he just buries his face in your shoulder and cuddles you while you whisper reassurances to him.
Just be careful using it around the others, he'll implode if they find out.
Roach
What surprises you is how quickly he accepts it.
You had called out for him, and he just turned and responded with a signed "Yes?"
It kinda caught the both of you off guard.
He snickers and signs again, "Would you want me to call you something similar?"
You know where this is going, and before you can do anything, he starts calling you "hot stuff".
So now the two of you keep coming up with a bunch of corny, cheesy nicknames to sign to each other, some of which don't even make sense.
It's until that you call him it again he's like Soap in that he goes, "You know what? Yeah, I am your babygirl!"
Now he wears the name loud and proud. Almost too proudly. Pretty much the whole base knows it by now.
He got a goddamn name patch of it.
Occasionally, you'll get other 141 members commenting, "Looking for your babygirl?" or "Surprising that you don't have your babygirl with you today." with emphasis on the nickname.
So basically, what was supposed to be you teasing him was now him teasing you.
Hound
They first overheard you using it when you were conversing with some other force members, mostly talking about Hound and you. To many, it was a strangely unlikely relationship come true. He didn't think too much about it. You probably fumbled with your words.
Then he overheard it a second time. Then, a third. Then it came to a point where they just figured that it was now another term of endearment for them.
In all honesty, he's confused why you specifically like using that of all names, he simply can't see how such a cute, loving name could fit someone like him
You explain to them how it's kind of your way of showing them as yours, that they're your baby, and to you, they're one of the sweetest things to exist.
He melts at that.
So now when he hears it from you close or from afar, his head perks up, and he'll give a quick glance in your direction.
Sometimes, you use that fact just to get his attention, and he knows that, but he never minds when he gets to see you grinning so brightly.
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Elevator Pitch
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader
WC: 2k!!
Warnings: Smut, fingering, semi-public sex/ foreplay, praise kink-ish, some pet names completely ignored Spencer's germophobia to make this work 18+ MINORS DNI
Summary: Getting trapped in an elevator is never fun, but at least the attractive you're sharing the metal box of death with has an interesting idea about how you can pass the time.
A/N: This is just a really quick drabble for @imagining-in-the-margins Meet Cute challenge for this month!! I have an idea for another one that I'll post closer to Halloween too, so look forward to that alongside all the kinktober fics đ
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You weren't planning on running late on your very first day on your new team, but here you were. You were scheduled to meet Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner in his office at 9 a.m. sharp, and here you were at 8:57, trapped inside an elevator. At least you weren't alone, but alone with a stranger, and one who seemed to be talkative in the worst way wasn't exactly ideal either.Â
"Hey, don't panic. There are about 6 elevator-related deaths per year and about 100,000 injuries. I'm pretty confident about those statistics." He said, taking a sip of his coffee as he stood calmly by the door, pressing buttons and waiting for something to happen.Â
"Oh god, I'm gonna die in here." You whimpered a little bit, falling to your knees and screwing your eyes shut.Â
"No, I said we're not gonna die. Or its at least very unlikely."Â
"And I'm supposed to trust you?"Â
"Yes, I'm very good with numbers. Elevator accidents account for 0.00024% of all elevators in service in the US. There you don't have to panic anymore." Almost punctuating his words, the elevator gave a low groan and fell an inch lower, pushing him off balance and toppling to the floor right next to you.Â
"That was just unfortunate timing." He said, his breath hitting your face. Your eyes opened again finally, and you noticed that due to his topple, he was way closer than before, face merely inches from your own. Whoever this overconfident stranger was, he was attractive. Distractingly so, as you didn't respond to his sentence the entire time he was there in front of you, words suddenly escaping you as you stared into his dark, wide eyes.Â
"Mechanical issues are the cause of about 15.3% of elevator incidents. Since we're in Quantico, we can probably rule out foul play, which means that they'll probably have us back up and running in around 27 minutes." Opening his mouth ruined the fantasy for a minute, waking you up to the reality of your situation.Â
"Did you work an elevator case or something, why do you know so much about this?" You regretted the question as soon as you asked it, as he launched into another speech.Â
"I read the statistical reports published by the CPSC and the OSHA. Itâs really interesting stuff actually, there are-â
âPlease donât take this the wrong way but I need you to shut up. I donât think I can take any more statistics about my inevitable death by elevator. Can we do something else instead?â
âLike what?âÂ
âI donât know. Can you⊠Can you hold my hand?â You felt yourself flush red the second the words left your mouth, and suddenly it was your turn to talk too much. âMy mom used to do it when I was scared as a kid, and obviously youâre not my mom, and you donât even know me, but I thought it could help comfort both of us. Human contact and touch is supposedly comforting in times of distress so I just thoughtâŠâ He cut you off by silently grabbing your hand and settling into a seated position beside you and you sent a little prayer up to god to spare both your soul and your heart.Â
Because Jesus Christ it was beating hard now.
âOxytocin,â he said and you looked up at him with a questioning look. âOxytocin is released when you come into contact with other people, itâs the reason newborn babies benefit from skin-to-skin contact and why humans enjoy petting domestic animals so much. And the whole sex to destress thing.â He nodded and looked away, but you could have sworn the oxygen was completely sucked out of the room when he mentioned sex.Â
âSex?â He turned to you as you said the word, as if processing the conversation you were in the middle of it.Â
âYeah, never heard of it?â You rolled your eyes and squeezed his hand in your own for a second, but his body was leaning closer into yours now, his entire attention on you, as if he expected you to answer the question.Â
âOf course I have.âÂ
âAnd what do you think? Can it help you de-stress?âÂ
Your mouth moves before you can stop it. âCan we stop talking about this please, Iâm already scared, I donât need to be scared and horny.â You close your eyes and groan as his widen again, and suddenly youâre praying again, but this time you wouldnât really mind if you became one of those six elevator malfunction deaths.Â
âI donât know, maybe it would help you. There are some studies that show that stress can have aphrodisiacal impacts in women, you know?â His voice was light, but your entire body stiffened as you looked into his eyes, trying to gauge what this stranger was offering.Â
âSo what, youâre suggesting I just get more and more turned on until Iâm not worried about death?âÂ
âNo, Iâm suggesting I close the gap between us and distract you for a while.â You spared a glance down to his lips then, his tongue darting out to lick them and pulling you in closer. You nodded quickly, a small movement and he pushed his lips down into yours.Â
He was soft at first, and you almost felt like pulling away and scalding yourself for engaging in risky behavior during a near-death experience. But just as you moved to pull away, his hand came up to your hair and you melted right back into him, the kiss deepening as you slanted your neck up to give up more of yourself to him.Â
You barely feel his hands pulling you into his lap, but youâre suddenly there and so happy you are. Your free hand wanders up to his chest as he squeezes your connected digits again, sending your heart into a fit of palpitations. In a panic you pull away, groaning a little as you can feel his not stiff member poking between your legs.Â
âSorry, I donât think we exchanged names. Iâm Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N..âÂ
âNice to meet you, Y/N.â His lips fall down to your neck as he whispers the words into your skin, and you let your head fall back as his hands untangle from you and fall to your hips, encouraging your movements as you begin grinding over him.
âAnd you said we had twenty-seven minutes before weâre free, right?âÂ
âWhose the one talking too much now?â He bit into your neck sharply then, and you moaned out, battling the urge to let him take you there on the elevator floor. From itâs perch on your hip, his hand slips down and pops the button in your pants, pushing inside and finally touching you through your panties.
âThatâs it, good girl, just keep grinding down on me.â Unconsciously, you press your hips into his hands, the pressure leaving you letting out a whistful sigh of relief.Â
âGod,⊠Should we be doing this here?â Your words were unsure, but your movements werenât as you pushed yourself into him again and again, desperate to feel more of him as he rubbed circles into your clit, driving you closer and closer to your peak.Â
âLetâs assume for now that the elevator malfunction has wiped out the CCTV,â he says, lips pressing against your skin as you lose yourself in his touch again. âWe absolutely should be doing this.âÂ
His words fell straight to your core, and you felt yourself grow more aroused as you pondered being caught in such an intimate position with a stranger.
âYou think you can cum right here, baby? Think you can give me one soon?â His words almost sent you over the edge, his smile widening as your hips twitched over his.Â
âFuck, yes, yes, please, donât stop.âÂ
âNot so scared about this elevator anymore are you? Or did you want to spend your last moments coming undone in my hands?â With his words, you lost the ability to speak, simply moaning out your agreement to his every word.Â
âI think I can hear someone talking through the walls, baby, youâre going to have to cum now for me, can you do that?â You nodded to him as he increased his pace on your words, and within seconds, you were letting it all out, head falling against his shoulder as you twitched through your orgasm. He pulled his hands out of your pants quickly and pressed a kiss to your lips, pulling you up to a standing position and making you look presentable as the doors to the elevator were finally pried open from the other side.Â
âHey, how are you guys holding up in there?â The call came from the maintenance staff, and you were sudden;y thankful that heâd finished you off when he did because as horny as youâd been, actually getting caught like that was something entirely different than the fantasy of it.Â
Youâre almost sorry that you have to leave when you do, suddenly absolutely involved in helping him âdestressâ the same way heâd helped you out. But he removes his hands from you and strikes up a conversation with the maintenance staff working to get your elevator level with the floor doors. You gravitate to the back of the stall, gripping the railing while your brain catches up to the circumstances.Â
In no time, the elevator is back in working order, and you and your stranger are stepping foot on steady ground again, and saying your goodbyes. Â
âAaron Hotchnerâs office is through those doors. Up the stairs to the left.â He smiles and nods at you before turning down the corridor and leaving you there by yourself. A glance at your clock tells you youâre too late to question his words, and how he even knew where you were going. You take off down the hall, ready to profusely apologize to your new boss and pledge to take the stairs for the rest of your days.Â
When Hotch finally greets you, he has already heard about the elevator malfunction, and all is thankfully forgiven. You have to bite your tongue before asking if everyone on this floor is psychic. But youâre still late, and you have a case, so your introductions have to take place in the briefing room and you half-run, half-walk behind the older man as he makes his way down the hall.Â
âEveryone we have a new team member today, please help her out for this first one and show her the ropes.â He introduces you by name, and youâre suddenly doing your best to memorize the names of a Prentiss, a Rossi, a Morgan, a JJ, and one Penelope Garcia. They seem to be waiting for someone else, but with the clock ticking, Penelope begins debriefing you on the next case. Â
âSorry Iâm late,â a voice calls from the door, and you feel the hairs on your neck stand up in shock as everyone slowly turns to greet the newcomer.Â
âWhat time do you call this?â Morgan laughs as the familiar man approaches, and a quick glance around tells you that the only seat left at the table, which had been so obviously reserved by the pile of paper files in contrast to everyone else's digital alternatives, was right next to you.Â
âSpencer, we have a new team member, this is Y/N. Sheâll be joining us on cases from today onwards.â Hotch quickly says, and you lock eyes with the man just as he falls into his seat.Â
âI think weâre acquainted. Nice to meet you, Y/N. Iâm Spencer Reid.â The room falls silent as he holds out his hand for you to shake, and you do your best to not show your shock and embarrassment on your face. You let your hand fall into his, the same one that youâd held earlier, the same one that had worked you up to the edge and then helped you pour over it, the same one that had pulled you together afterward. You said nothing after youâd finally pulled apart, waiting for him to make the next move once again.Â
âI look forward to working with you.âÂ
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Pairing; Dark!Club Owner Ari x Shy!Reader
Warnings; dark themes, unbalanced power dynamic, daddy kink, no smut in this part but as usual Minors Please DNI!!
Summary; You knew it was a bad idea showing up to the most notorious club in the city, but itâs your best friendâs birthday and you canât say no, right? So, what happens when the owner himself, Ari Levinson, spots you at the bar, claiming you as his own from the moment he laid eyes on you.
Itâs finally here! The first instalment of my very first series, apologies for no smut but i promise the next part will be very smutty to make up for it đ bare in mind this is just the introduction!!! please donât be afraid to ask questions and remember to reblog and commentđ i love to hear your guys feedback!
You climb out of the uber, reaching to pull the hem of your dress down as you and your friends stumble towards the club.
You had finally agreed to try out the biggest club in the city, "Cherry Bomb.â Since it was your best friend Sarah's birthday your group decided it was only fair she could choose which clubs you were going to tour for the night. You had been putting it off ever since the opening night a few months ago, the reputation not being something you had particularly wished to be involved with.
All you knew was bad things happened there, and from what you had heard the owners, Ari Levinson and Lloyd Hansen, two brothers in arms, were so cruel and unforgiving that even the richest men in the city dared not to step foot in the place, and those who did shortly regretted it. Their names were known around the streets, the most notorious club owners to exist, 70% of clubs in the city all belonging to them, more money under their belt than the government itself.
An incident a few weeks back had became the talk of the town, according to Sarah a well known patron had gotten a little handsy with one of the clubs dancers and when he was given a warning to back off, he refused. Claiming he spent enough money in the club grounds to do as he pleased, including groping innocent dancers without permission.
Long story short the bouncers ended up forcibly removing the man, cussing and struggling on his way out of course, you know, the usual druken male rage and feeling of entitlement. Seemed like a pretty convenient coincidense that the exact same night the man was found beaten to a bloody pulp in a back alley, his face practically unrecognisible.
It wasn't long before the 'rumour' was quickly snuffed out. They were good at that, making things.. people, dissapear. Almost as if it never happened... as if they never exhisted.
Now that you were standing infront of it, you couldn't deny, it was beautiful. Even from the outside, the bright neon sign glowing in the moonlight, multiple bouncers blocking the large glass stained doors, making sure to check each persons id before unhooking the stanchion, allowing said persons entry. The queue seeming endless.
Lucky for you, your friends had been gifted VIP tickets, you didn't even bother to ask who they got those from, or how. You didn't want to know. You flashed your id at the pretty bouncer, his buzzed hair, large muscles and stern face making it quite obvious as to why he had the job he did.
You bounced your foot as he scanned over your card before opening the barrier and letting you inside. Sarah was quick to grip each of your hands, practically dragging you inside once you began to hesitate, not wanting you to change your mind so soon.
"Come on, babe, let's get those sweet legs moving!" Sarah hollers from ahead, her hand intertwined with your own as the rest of the girls hurried towards a booth.
"I-I don't know if this is a good idea, Sare.." you mumbled, fiddling with your fingers as she tugged you towards your friends and giving you a slight nudge into the cushioned seats, the red velvet material instantly soothing your hot thighs as you sat.
She reached down, holding your cheeks in both hands and facing you towards herself, sliding into the booth next to you "Listen, i know you're worried and if it makes you feel better i promise we can leave and go somewhere else, but just give it a try, please...for me?" she pleaded, giving you her famous puppy dog eyes.
"You know i can't resist that face." you whined as she cheered.
As you slowly got more drunk you began to forget why you didn't want to visit. The atmosphere was astronomical, the whole club being fit for royalty. The girls hooted and hollered as you trotted off towards the bar on your way to buy in a round of drinks. You waited at the bar with your card in hand but as you went to hand it over to the bartender he paused you.
âItâs on the house.â he says while he wipes down the bar with a rag, a smile on his face. He was handsome in all fairness, standing at around 6'2, his bright blonde locks and pretty blue eyes causing you to pause for a moment before giving him a puzzled look, tilting your head sideways.
âIs it a nightly special or something? I didnât see anything about free drinks on the poster outsideâŠâ you begin yet heâs already scuttling off to take another couples order, shooting you a sly smile over his shoulder. Leaving you even more confused than before.
You slowly reach for the tray of shots when you feel a large hand on your shoulder, causing you to spin around in shock, ready to fight off any unwanted men. You pause yet again, having to look up to catch the mans face.
His 6â5 form towers over your much smaller figure, dressed in a dark purple suit and tie, his pearly blues shining in the colourful strobe lights, looking down at you with a slight smirk. His dark beard covered most of his face and his long curtains framed his godly sculpted face. Even with his suit on his arms bulged through the material, his thick biceps almost bigger than your head.
You shortly snapped out of your daze as his leather gloved hand squeezed your arm. âC-Can i help you, sir?â you stammered, worried incase you had been caught gauking.
He laughs âNot even a thankyou, Sweetheart? I thought youâd have better manners than that.â he teases, his rough voice sending shivers down your spine. You stutter as you try to find your words, seeming as they were lodged in the back of your throat.
âIâm kidding, nameâs AriâŠyou gonnaâ give me the curtesy of knowing yours or you just gonnaâ keep starinâ at me with those pretty eyes?â
âA-Ari as in⊠Levinson?â you question, swallowing harshly as the nerves quickly built in your stomach.
He shakes his head gently with a smirk "So you know me, huh?"
Your eyes widen at the realisation of who the mystery man is, your arms instantly beginning to shake, your card still in hand. You were never good at dealing with situations such as this one, always being labled as the 'shy girl' of your group. Sarah being the complete opposite. Usually men in this situation would back off, sensing your uncomfortable trembles and leaving you alone, but not Ari. If anything the smirk on his face grew wider at the sense of your fear.
"Steve, why don't you head over to booth two, give the girls their shots." Ari calls out towards the handsome bartender from earlier.
The man, Steve, is at your side in an instant "No prob man, have fun you two." he winks, collecting the glasses and sauntering off with a wink.
Ari shakes his head with a laugh, âWhy donât you come with me.â he leans down to whisper in your ear. The vibration of his vocals in your ears sending shivers down your spine before he struts forwards, holding out his thick palm for you to grab on to, and almost as if your in a trance, you begin to trail behind him without hesitation. Sliding your smaller palm into his own as he led you through the club.
Your nerves never allowed you to talk much, or make your own decisions, that being the reason you followed the stranger without any question asked, which is exactly why Sare was usually always there to do it for you. But, your drunken confidence had allowed you to go to the bar alone, which you were beginning to really regret. Your confidence being blown out of the park as the attractive beast watched you from infront with a careful eye.
Shortly you arried at the unknown destination, trailing nervously behind Ari as he unlocked a large door, which was infact bolted shut. He pushed open the door, looking down at you, edging you to enter, and so you did. Your eyes lit up as they searched the vast room, expensive furnature lining the room, bottles of champagne worth more than your house filling the cupboards above his desk.
Ari pushed the door closed, moving to sit on a cushioned purple chair, his thick thighs spread wide as he removed his gloves, pouring himself, and you, a glass of his finest drink. His cold eyes beckoned you forwards, your legs shaking as you stepped towards him, standing inbetween his spread legs.
He patted his thigh with one hand "Sit." he called out, his voice sweet yet stern.
You looked at him shocked, your lips parting slightly, were you really going to sit on his lap? A man you just met? Who you didn't even know? "I-I don't think i should Mr Levinson." you whispered.
His eyes grew shades darker at your refusal, not even giving you time to debate your decisions he reached out, gripping your waist in his thick palm and pulling you down, sitting you sideways on his lap as you gasp in shock. His other hand pushing a strand of your hair behind your ear as you squirmed under the pressure.
"Pretty girl, next time i ask you to do something, you do it. No questions asked. You understand?" he asked in a low growl.
You swallowed your nerves and nodded gently under his deep gaze, your body trembling.
"Ah ah, words baby."
"Yes, M-Mr Levinson, I-I understand."
Ari groaned underneath his breath, not understanding how lucky he had gotten that a pretty little thing like you would just waltse right in at the perfect moment, almost as if you were made for him. Like a lamb in a lions den. "As much as i love the way you say my name, call me Ari, sweet girl."
Again, you followed his command. "Yes, Ari."
"Good girl." he rumbled, pulling your bottom lip gently inbetween his index and thumb, loving the way you felt on his lap. Your innocence and submissive nature automatically triggering his dominance, his cock growing hard in his slacks as your plump ass squirmed on his knee.
You keened at his praise, a fluttery feeling appearing in your lower half. Of course Ari noticed this, the way your pussy pulsated on his thigh told him all he needed to know.
"You ever been with a man before, sweetheart?" Ari asks while he strokes your hair, not even having to shout due to the soundproof room blocking out the clubs music.
"Um, n-no i haven't, my Grandma wouldn't really approve of that sort of stuff, she said i should wait till m-marriage." you whisper shyly.
Ari blows out a puff of air at your innocence, desperately trying to control himself. All he wants is to ruin you, in every way you can imagine, and more. He smirks, leaning into your shoulder, pressing his nose against your sensitive neck and taking a deep inhale. Groaning softly, your sweet scent driving his instincts wild.
"Your Grandma seems like a very smart lady, little girl. You live with just her, huh?"
"Yeah, i never really knew my m-mom and dad, and my grandpa died shorly after i was born s-so it's pretty much always just been me and her. She does her best to take care of me, taught me everything i know." you speak with a bright smile, Ari notices how your stutter stopped when talking about her, he thought it was sweet, how much you must care about her.
However, the dark side of his mind was quick to take a seat, the realisation that you never had a father figure making his cock impossibly harder. Knowing he could be that for you, and knowing you needed a strong man like him in your life to make all those decisions for you.
"I think i changed my mind, baby. Why don't you call me daddy from now on, mkay?" he spoke softly, yet the edge in his tone still clear.
"D-Daddy?" you muttered, confused as to why he would want you to call him that.
He moaned hearing your sweet voice call him by his new found title. Taking a deep breath, he sighed, choosing not to elaborate on his previous statement. "Good girl. I'm gonna' take care of you from now on, yeah? Anything you need, you come to me. Pass me your phone, sweet girl."
"Oh, i-i don't have a phone.. daddy."
Ari's eyebrows knit together softly "You don't have a phone? Why not?"
You shake your head, your cheeks flushing in embarrassment. "We uhm, w-we can't really afford that sort of stuff."
"Well that just won't do." he speaks in a teasing tone, tickling your waist making you giggle softly.
Suddenly a loud bang causes you to shoot upright, you quickly dash off Ari's lap, moving to stand away from him, his office door slamming shut as a tall moustached man enters. Your eyes widen in fright, knowing how violent the man standing infront of you truly was. You knew who he was too, Sare had told you plenty of stories about the cruel Lloyd Hansen. You often wondered if he even had a soul.
"Man it's fuckin' packed down there, what the fuck are you doing up here." the man groans, not even noticing you until he turns. He lifts his sunglasses, staring you down, his eyes scanning over your figure, pausing and licking his lips at the soft flesh beneath the cut of your dress, your pretty pink dress having ridden up your thighs.
"Lloyd." Ari bellows, sighing in annoyance at his disruption.
A smirk similar to Ari's appears on the man, Lloyd's, face. "Well, well, well. What do we have here?" he speaks in a sultry voice. He begins his descent in your direction and the second gets a little too close, Ari shoots up out of his seat, moving to stand infront of you. A low rumble vibrating through his chest.
Ari stood slightly taller than Lloyd, with broader shoulders and thicker legs, the muscles in his back visible as he stood infront of you, almost as if he was protecting you, a hand wrapped around your hips rubbing his thumb in circular motions over your dressâŠ.and of course the most important detail, his luscious full beard compared to Lloyds 90s porn stache. They stared each other down, asserting some sort of dominance over one another⊠Ari seemingly winning as Lloyd begins to back up.
He lets out a chuckle, lifting his hands in a surrender position, taking a few steps back. "I mean no harm, just wanna' ask the pretty girl for her name, s'all."
You begin to quiver yet again, Lloyd's presence scaring you back into your shell. His dangerous aura sending goosebumps across your trembling figure. "I-I think i sh-should go." you whisper, tugging at the hem of your dress in a desperate attempt to calm your nerves.
"Don't move, sweets. Lloyd. Get the fuck out of here man." Ari bellows.
âI think youâll find this club is mine just as much as it is yours, big bro. Câmon. Introduce me to the beauty.â he chucked yet again, probably at Ariâs fury. Steam was practically pouring out of his ears at this point. He didnât even want Lloyd looking at you, nevermind talking to you.
âI mean it Lloyd get the fuck outtaâ here man-â
Before he can stop you, you make a quick dash for the door and at the sound of Ari's resistance your legs carry you quicker than you could've ever imagined. Not looking back once as you pull the door open, swiftly shutting the door behind you.
You take a deep, your chest heaving at the stress of the situation, wiping your sweaty hands on your dress and making your descent down the club stairs, shaking your head in confusion and fear, eager to find your friends, craving their comfort and hearing a hushed "You fuckin' asshole." in the distance.
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Batifamily headcanons feeling jealous about their siblings spending more time with Batmom? Or something like that, however you like to write it đ
" Jealousy jealousy " - Batmom!Reader x Batkids
Author's note: MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY NEW YEAR (late)!!! Love this đ«¶. And I feel like this request is VERY my AU!!! Dah, who wouldn't compete for the love of their sweet and loving mother!? (The hatred between them began when Bruce had to set schedules for each one so they wouldn't fight for Batmom's attention... joke)
Also I am very sad, because when I was responding to this kind of request and I saved it as a draft, it was deleted đ!!! CRYING đđ!!! On top of that, I loved the request, it was beautiful đ! It was about Batmom as Bruce's couple and Bruce introduces Batmom to the batkids... And if it was you who sent it đ«”, let me tell you that I loved it and it will take me a while to upload it đ!! Lov you all
And (I almost forgot to mention this), This AU of the batfamily is a mix of comics, series, headcanons (I LOVE headcanons of batfamily đ), video games, movies and webtoon! + My main language is not English, so if you find any spelling mistakes, tell me in a comment!
Request opens đđ!!! BUT, before you request anything check my rules.
Dick Grayson / Nightwing
Honestly, I don't see him being jealous of his brothers at all! But since I haven't read all of his comics and in this AU he is a mix, I don't have an opinion. đ
Let us begin.
I feel like Dick is a real mama's boy, he love his mom and he will prove it.
Dick is very used to having all of Batmom's attention to himself.
But he hides his jealousy very well, or so he thinksâŠ
Jealousy began when Dick started having siblings. DON'T DENY ME GIRL đ€đ€!!!
When he gets jealous that you spend more time with, I don't know, he'll go to sleep with you and Bruce, but leaving Bruce aside and enjoying your caresses in his hair while he listens to his siblings complain from outside the bedroom. (Bruce hate this, but I feel that at the same time he love it just a little bit. Very little.)
Possibly he will also rub things you did with him that you didn't do with your other children in his siblings' faces.
I think he is the only one (along with Jason) who has a complete album with photos of him as a child. So he'll show it off to others by saying that you loved him so much that you made an entire photo album of him.
He would do the same with Jason, telling him that his album has more photos and with more photos of you and Dick.
I feel like he would start a whole fight against one of his brothers just to carry all the shopping bags by himself so you don't do it. (This idea is similar to "Jason Todd is a total mama's boy" because I was inspired by it, so credit to its respective author đ)
"Mommy, did you just call me Damian? Oh my god... my heart..." #atotaldramaqueenbabyđđđđ
Jason Todd / Red Hood
Another drama queen...
A mama's boy from head to toe. (My poor baby just needed a fucking mother figure đđ)
He is first in everything. Do you need help opening a jar? He already opened it for you and said I love you and then left and returned to a mission.
But that's not what we're talking about right now... Nonono, we're talking about jealousy, guys...
I bet he's the most sensitive of all.
He makes sure you don't show favoritism to anyone, unless it's him, if so he lets it go.
Did you spend an extra minute with one of your other children because you didn't see the time? He is already burning in a pit of jealousy.
I feel like he would start fighting with his sibling and then he would apply the law of silence to you. But it doesn't last long because he can't resist your cute nicknames and your "you're my favorite" (you say that to each of your babies)
"Why do you call him "son"? He isn't even your son!" And he gives you a whole long speech when you were just trying to be nice to Roy.
He even gets jealous of Bruce.
He doesn't care if it's one of his sisters or a good friend of his, you can't call them cute nicknames! And even less if they are the ones you use with him!
He has good hearing, he makes sure that you call him by his nicknames and not by one of his siblings' nicknames.
"WHAT THE FUCK, MA?! Why are you washing Tim's hair with the shampoo you use with me!?!?" You broke him...
Tim Drake / Red Robin
( I haven't read almost anything by Tim, so forgive me if something doesn't add up, but I promise you that I already have more or less what his personality is like.)
Tim does not admit his jealousy, he is calmer compared to his brothers.
He might start scheduling his patrols to coincide with Batmomâs free time, ensuring that he gets to spend some time with her.
I feel like he would feel more insecurity than jealousy
But I also think he would try to take Batmom's attention away from his sibling by calling Batmom to help him do something he can easily do alone.
He wouldn't care if you treated his friends like your children. I think he would be happy.
Umh Well⊠I think there's not much to jealousy about this one...
Damian Wayne / Robin
Yes, I headcanon that Damian is one of the most jealous once he realizes that Batmom can give him the love that Talia didn't give him.
He is the same as Jason, he has the same percentage of jealousy.
The only thing is that he would start making arguments about why Batmom would have to spend the whole week with him and not with her brothers.
Oh, and he doesn't care what Bruce does with Batmom. Although he is disgusted by the slightest affection they have.
At galas, I feel like he would be glued to you, hugging your waist and making sure there is no threat.
If you're not patrolling, he'd be with you watching some movie. (I DON'T KNOW WHY I IMAGINED HIM WATCHING MEAN GIRLS)
"I say mom Is going to go with me first because I'm the best-" And then he was interrupted by his siblings.
There is a relationship of hate and equality between him and JasonâŠ
"Don't you see that my mother has an engagement ring and I'm next to her, son of a- *you interrupt him*" I feel like he would say this to anyone who flirts with you.
He is not understanding why his siblings get to spend more time with her.
Mama's boy
I would continue writing, but I have no more inspiration and ideas, sorry...
Cassandra Cain / Orphan
WHY DID SHE PUT THAT NAME BRO???
Cassandra, being the quiet and observant one, might internalize her feelings of jealousy.
Cass is the last one to get jealous, honestly.
She understands that Batmom loves them all equally and there is no favoritism.
Although sometimes she doubtsâŠ
She would feel excluded every time she sees you spend more time with one of her siblings.
But putting that behind, she would know that you love them all equally and would let it go by speaking with you how she feels.
0,1% jealous.
Stephanie Brown / Spoiler
DependsâŠ
I think she would feel jealous if Batmom shows favoritism towards others.
In itself, I don't think Steph is VERY jealous. Just... a little bit.
Duke Thomas / The Signal
I need to read more about this man đ
He's the newest one in the batfam, but he was still able to connect with Batmom very well.
Duke is not one to be jealous, he just doesn't care what batmom does.
Although he is a similar case to Cass.
He would feel a little "insecure" seeing the ties Batmom has with his siblings.
But it always ends well with Batmom watching a movie with him.
[You can put more headcanons in a comment if you like!! And suggestions are always welcome <3]
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Task Force 141 Boys with Cowboy (Head canons)
Decided Iâd write some head cannons for Cowboy!Reader with our main boys either that havenât written about yet or have but are so cute I wanted to reiterate <3
Task Force 141 x Cowboy!Reader
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Soap :
#1 hype man fr đŁïžđŁïž
Absolutely obsessed đ
Will literally find any excuse to get Y/n to talk just to hear his accent
After watching Ghost get man handled by him he actually begged Y/n to spar with him
Looks up southern stuff to say to Y/n
âY/n, will you take me to a Honkytonk? đ„șâ
He tries his best but at this point heâs just doing it to get a reaction
Stumbled across the song âF***** by a Country Boyâ and thought all country music was like that
Couldnât look Y/n in the eye with hearing it in his head for a solid week
Never sleeps better then when his head is in Y/nâs lap
Literally will sleep like a rock
Soap is usually the one who falls asleep on Y/n
He didnât realize how cuddly Y/n actually was until after one fateful night
Soap had came to watch old murder files with the southern male one night
Y/n fell asleep on Soapâs shoulder, slumbering silently
When Soap went to lean forward to grab his water he was yanked back into Y/n
Y/n bear hugged him to his chest and refused to let him go
Soap cherished that moment for the rest of forever
Added âSave a horse ride a cowboyâ to his Instagram bio
Has def stolen Y/n hat and tried it on
Y/n didnât have the heart to tell him about the hat rule
But heâll handle it eventually~
Absolute thigh guy
Has been caught staring so many times
Does not care
Continues to stare đ
Has asked Y/n to crush him between his thighs
Y/n thought he was joking
He was not
#relatable
Ghost :
Absolutely whipped
Wonât even deny it if someone calls him out
Heâs all about that Honkytonk Badonkadonkđ€
When Y/n says a word or phrase he doesnât understand he just nods along until the male walks away, in which he will whip out his phone and immediately search it up
When Y/n mentioned there were times he missed his horses he made it his personal mission to find horses for him to pet
Ended up finding a place nearby that did horse therapy
He and Y/n both went and they absolutely loved it
The horses absolutely adored Y/n and smothered him with love
The southern male was happy to reciprocate
Ghost took a picture of it and now itâs his Lock Screen
Ghost was nervous the horses werenât going to like him
Most animals donât like his mask
Was elated when he realized the horses didnât care about it
They really started to love him when Y/n showed Ghost how to feed them
Ghost was in heaven
He grew particularly fond of an old shire mare
She was all white and covered in scars but she was so impossibly gentle for her massive size
The worker said they called her Big Mama and sheâd was a retired logging horse that had been rescued from going to slaughter
She adored Ghost and followed him everywhere
The workers explained she had a knack for taking the more nervous horses and animals on the ranch under her wing and making them feel a safe
Ghost almost cried when he hugged her đ„ș
Now where Soap liked to sleep on Y/n, Ghost prefers to have Y/n sleep on him
Was laying in bed with Y/n one night while scrolling through his phone
Y/n was already snoozing đŽ
Ghost went to put his phone on the nightstand only to get yanked back
Bro was shocked
Y/n snatched him back, burrowing under his arm
Almost cried again đ„č
Price :
Absolutely adores Y/n southern culture
Has a little notebook where he keeps stuff he learned from Y/n written down đïž
Occasionally uses southern slang around Y/n but unlike Soap heâs completely serious
Except the word Ainât
He refuses to say that
When he finds out Y/n feels homesick he does everything he can to help
Gets Y/n all his favorite things
Favorite candies, books, flowers, even got Y/n a cow stuffie when he talked about missing his animals
Y/n put it next to his horse stuffie he got him last week
Price is a good cook but he doesnât usually have the urge to do it that often
But when Y/n talked about a dish from his home town he missed??
Price spent two dayâs learning how to make it and getting the stuff
Whipped that shit up like freaking master chef
The cowboy was elated and gave Price the most bone crushing hug
Snuck a little cheek kiss in there too đ
Priceâs cheeks turned pink so fast
Iâm just going to say itâŠ
Has drunk made out with Y/n before đ€Ż
The two got absolutely turnt on whiskey and just went for it
They never spoke about it after that but when they get close they still think about it
Price misses how the American male tastes
Something definitely awoke in him the day that he watched Y/n ride that mechanical bull
In a game of âFuck, Marry, Killâ Y/n would Marry Price a hundred times over
I mean, me too đ
Tried southern Cajun food that Y/n made once and his heart almost stopped
It tasted good and then all of a sudden everything was on fire
Did better at holding his spice then Soap tho so 10/10
Y/nâs go to after solo missions
Y/n will stumble into his office all tired and instead of pulling up a chair just plops on the floor and leans his head on Priceâs leg
Price just plays with his hair while he finishes paper work
Heâd be lying if he said his mind didnât occasionally wander with how close Y/n was to his nether regions đ
Gaz :
Trails Y/n like a puppy đ¶
I mean this boy hangs off his every word
If Y/n ever has to run an errand off the base you best believe Gaz will be going with him
Also looks up southern slang to understand Y/n better
Also listened to âF***** by a Country Boyâ and couldnât look Y/n in the eyes for a solid week
Always offers to help Y/n when he works out
Sometimes gets distracted when heâs spotting but no one can blame the poor boy
Acts of service is def his love language â€ïž
Demands to know the names of every animal Y/n owns
Made a playlist of songs that Y/n mentioned he liked
Listens to it constantly
Likes to âhelpâ Y/n cook
Really just hands him stuff that Y/n asks for
Handles the spices the best out of any of them
When itâs just the two of them going out for whatever reason heâll just grab onto Y/n somehow
Holding a hand, the hem of a jacket or shirt, or intertwining their arms
Y/n is happy to reciprocate
People will come up to Gaz while Y/n is distracted and compliment how cute of a couple they are
Just thanks them and doesnât deny it ever
Sleeps in Y/nâs bed more then his own
Y/n will be working at his desk and Gaz will just wander in in and plop onto his bed to sleep
If Y/n takes to long Gaz will sigh loudly till he gets the hint
Always fights Soap for Y/nâs lap on movie nights
Besides Price heâs probably got the best sense of self control
He ainât perfect though
Is Y/n isnât watching him he is LOCKED ON
Always locked onto those cheeks đ„”
His mind does tend to wander
Y/n could ask Gaz to fake his death and run away with him and Gaz would do it in a heartbeat
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What is soft launch? (Carlos Sainz)
Part two
Summary: Max Verstappenâs ex girlfriend moves on with none other than Ferrariâs Carlos Sainz and theyâve managed to keep their relationship under wraps until now. | part three |
Type: insta au
Face claim: Cindy Kimberly
Pairing: Carlos Sainz x fem!reader x ex!Max Verstappen
Warning: fluff, salty max, romantic carlos hehe
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LandoNorris you included our golf date đ
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F1Wags Y/N was seen leaving Carlos Sainz home with not one, but two (!!) bouquets of flowers seemingly from the Spaniard. This comes after the two have been frequenting the same places recently. Y/N and Max Verstappen broke up more than 2 years ago and itâs the first time thereâs been rumors of her being linked with anybody else since. In contrast, Max moved on to Kelly Piquet only a month after their breakup. Are we getting our favorite wag back? đ€
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F1Wags Y/N and Carlos Sainz were spotted kissing and getting cozy only a day after she was photographed leaving his home. Weâve got our favorite girl back, but now in Ferrari đŽ
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CarlosSainz55 One whole year with you mi princesa đž Iâm happy to have spent this last year just us two without being under the microscope of the whole world and though things are now different, Iâm glad I get to experience this life with you. I love you â€ïžâđ„
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YourUsername hard launching on our one yearâ€ïžâđ„ Grateful for you. I adore how you always show your love for me, we really give each other our all everyday no matter where in the world we are. Iâm glad I get to experience this life with you (and Piñon!) I love you mi amor đ„°đ„°
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CarlosSainz55 I know what a soft and hard launch means now đł I love you mi princesa and so does piñon.
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TO BE CONTINUED
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I couldnât wait to get this part out. Iâve come to really enjoy making these âșïž hope you guys enjoy
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silent treatment - ron weasley x reader
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warning(s): language, teasing, smut mentions
word count: 1.5k
request(ed): Can you please do a fic where ron gets really sad because hermione dared the reader to ignore ron for a whole day ?
summary: okay so pretty much the request except a little more scandalous đ characters are like 17+ (no war)
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Girls night meant pajamas and tonssss of snacks that Fred and George curated. This was a bimonthly tradition that you and the girls came up with to relieve stress and keep some spontaneity in your lives.
You, Hermione, Luna, and Ginny all sat on the ground criss-crossed apple sauce gossiping and chewing on taffy. Then, Ginny suggested truth or dare. You were actually a fan of this game, as you were pretty much up to do anything and you were also inherently honest.
You went a few rounds, confessed a few kisses until Hermione had a dare for you that had her giggling into her hands. âI dare you,â she giggles some more, âto ignore Ronald for an entire day - no exceptions.â You werenât sure how to react, but you werenât going to back down either.
âOkay.â you smiled. You could do this. Wouldnât be that hard, all you have to is avoid him tomorrow and it would be alright.
However, you and Ron have been dating for a few months now and you knew he wasnât the type to take this lightly. His feelings would definitely be hurt and you hate the thought of hurting him.
The next day you saw Ron at breakfast and usually you would sit next to him, but to make it easier on yourself you sat in between Harry and Hermione with Ron on the other side of Harry. He had said good morning but you pretended you didnât hear him by stuffing your face and talking to Hermione. Harry didnât notice a thing but Hermione knew what you were doing.
After breakfast Ron came up to you and put his arm across your shoulders. He kissed your cheek and asked how you slept the night before. It killed you not to hug him back or say anything but you just stared at the ground.
âY/N, are you alright?â
Still, you stared at the ground and clutched your books tighter to your chest. His voice made you swoon and you wanted to talk to him but you saw Hermione from the corner of your eye grinning and shaking her head.
You walked on and in to class without even looking at Ron again. Luckily, you wouldnât see him again until Herbology which wasnât until later in the day.
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âShe wouldnât even look at me Harry I donât know what Iâve done.â
Harry was busy mixing his potion while Ron ranted to him about your behavior this morning. He remembered talking to you at breakfast but he didnât notice that you were specifically not speaking to Ron.
âSheâs probably just tired mate you probably didnât do anything. Maybe she needs space?â
âSpace!?â he almost shouted but looked around the room and lowered his voice. âShe had plenty of space this morning when she was chatting Hermioneâs ear off.â
For the next 10 minutes Harry listened to Ron go over all the reasons (however ridiculous) that you might not be talking to him. Then it hit himâŠ
âRon, where was Y/N last night?â
âUhm, with the girls. Their little sleepovers yaâknow that they insist on doing.â
âRightâŠ.soâŠ.what if her behavior is related to that? Like a dare or something?â
Ron thought about it and it made sense. But what was he supposed to do about it? A dare is a dareâŠunless he made it impossible for you to fulfill itâŠ
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The day had gone by pretty smoothly - you ate lunch outside and now it was your last class. Except it was Herbology and Ron would be there. You used Luna mostly to avoid him but you could feel his stare across the way. You were outside today and distracted yourself with planting some flowers that the Professor had asked you to.
Sooner or later Ron came over - no gloves in hand or any indication that he came to help.
âHey babe.â he says.
You kept digging and avoided eye contact.
âI missed you last night,â he begins. He had a teasing tone and you wondered where he was going with this.. âI was in bed, alone, thinking of that time we went to the lake? Do you remember?â
Oh you remembered.
It was night time, a few months ago during the summer and Ron wanted to sneak out and go skinny dipping. You were hesitant at first but Ron was convincing. Once you got in the water it wasnât actually that bad and pretty warmâŠRon had grabbed you by the waist and began kissing you and you forgot why you were so worried in the first place.
You snapped back to reality and tried to hide your warmed cheeks.
âOne of our best times, donât you think? Could barely keep you quiet that nightâŠâ
You stood up and turned so that your back was completely facing him. There was no way you could face him and not speak now.
His hand found your hip and rested his chin on your shoulder.
âI was all alone thinking about youâŠmissing youâŠwanting to feel youâŠand now you wonât even talk to me. Not a look, or a gestureâŠwanna tell me whatâs wrong?â
You could feel him smile against your skin and kissed your cheek before walking away back towards the school, leaving you alone with your now dirty thoughts. He was making this so hard for you. You wanted to talk to him, wanted to explain..but you couldnât. You wouldnât lose the game.
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A few hours later you decided the library would be the best place for you to be. Ron was hardly ever there and you could do some homework while killing the hours until when you could talk to Ron again. You got through a few assignments until you heard whispers a few rows away.
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âI tried talking to her but I mustâve really fudged up this time Harry.â
Ron had convinced Harry to come to the library with him so he could mess with you. He and Harry curated a fake conversation so that you would feel bad about your dare and hopefully cave in. Ronâs only regret was that he couldnât see your face in this moment.
âTry talking to her again, Iâm sure what you did couldnât have been that bad.â
âWhat if she never speaks to me again Harry? What will I do?â
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Your heart hurt. You hated hearing Ron sounding so upset. Was this prank really worth it if your boyfriend ends up pained because of it? When you agreed to it it really didnât seem that bad or dramaticâŠbut now that youâre hours into it you donât know if you can continue.
Whatever. Itâll be fine, you just have to finish your homeworkâŠ
10 minutes later you see your boyfriend come over and sit next to you.
âBaby, whatâre you doing?â
You continue to do your homework and not look at him. He scoots his chair closer to yours and puts his hand on your thigh and slowly moves it up. Hermione said you couldnât speak to himâŠshe didnât say you had to stop him from speaking to youâŠ
He moves your hair away from your neck and kisses you behind your ear and moves down your neck til he gets to your collarbone. You resist the urge to moan and say anything to him. You wanted to talk to your boyfriend and you wanted to tell him he did nothing wrongâŠand now he was leaving a hickey on your neck.
Out of the corner of your eye you saw Hermione walk into the library and you gently pushed Ron off and covered your neck so she wouldnât think you guys were talking. She came over and grinned at the way Ron was pouting right now.
âHowâs it going you two? Anything new?â
âNew as in my girlfriend wonât speak to me?â Ron asks. âYeah thatâs pretty new.â
âHermione do you have an extra quill?â You ask.
âOf course I do.â
Luna and Harry make their way over as Hermione hands you the quill.
âOh is the dare over then?â Luna asks.
Your eyes widened. Luna mustâve assumed since the three of you were together that we must have talked it outâŠ.
âLuna!â Hermione whisper shouts.
âOopsâŠ.â
You look at Ron and you could feel your face heat up. What would his reaction be? Would he be mad? Sad? Disappointed?
He didnât say anything. All he did was look at Harry and the both of them started laughing. This made you look at Hermione confused.
âWhatâs so funny?â you ask.
âWe knew it was a dare, love. How stupid do you think we are?â Ron laughs hugging you close. âIâll admit it stung at first but then I put the pieces together.â
âAfter I helped.â Harry rolled his eyes.
You turn to whisper in Ronâs ear. âSo all that teasing today?â
âOn purpose.â He grinned. âWhat you thought I wouldnât get you back? You know who my brothers areâŠâ
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POCKY I HAVE A NEW IDEA đ
With any of the boys you feel like writing for:
(Both star rail and genshin are fine! But if you could include Cyno and perhaps Gepard that would be lovely <3)
Reader who accidentally loses their engagement/wedding ring. Maybe they took it off to shower and it got lost or (if you want angst) they got into a serious accident/were kidnapped/etc. and it was lost in all the excitement. In any case reader feels terrible about it and is crying and apologizing to him and we get lots of comfort at the end hehe
⧠Ooh I chose to do both fandoms! This sounds super cute and fun! This was a lot more fun than I thought it would be! I hope you like it
⧠Includes: Cyno, Kaveh, Alhaitham, Gepard, Jing Yuan, Blade.
⧠Extra: I think Iâm starting to like my ooc Blade⊠also it's a bit lengthy!
⧠â GENSHIN IMPACT â â§
» Cyno «
Cyno had actually had the ring custom made. It was one of your few cherished possessions. You looked at it multiple times a day. Any friend you met, youâd happily show them the ring to which they just chuckled. Newly engaged couples tended to do that.
You did your best not to take the ring off willy nilly. If there wasnât a reason for it to come off then it didnât need to come off. You also placed it in one place if you ever did take it off, in a jar on your nightstand.
You⊠werenât sure what the hell happened but the ring kinda vanished. It was one minute and then it wasnât. You knew you didnât take it off. But it was gone.
At first, you were in denial. There was no way it just disappeared like that. But it wasnât on your finger, so where was it?
You had practically destroyed your bedroom in search of that ring. The fact that it wasnât on your finger was sending so much anxiety through you, it was bringing you to tears. You hadnât even realized what ruckus youâd caused since you were too busy in your own head.
â(Y/n)!â A loud voice called, finally breaking you from your trance. You looked up to see Cyno standing there with wide, concern-filled eyes. âWhat happened? Did someone hurt you? Are you ok?â
When you saw him, you started crying even harder, feeling the guilt well up in your chest. You knew it was difficult for Cyno to have that ring made and you just went and lost it like an idiot! You covered your mouth, trying to muffle your sobs.
Cyno, on the other hand, was also panicking, wondering if his simple entrance had ruined your day. Of course that sounded ridiculous so he slowly approached you, grabbing your shoulders.
âHey, hey, ok, just- just breathe, ok? I wonât understand anything and I canât help if you keep crying like this.â It took you a good five minutes before you were able to calm down enough to explain what happened.
âI-I lost the ring.â You managed how, holding your hand up to show your finger with the ring missing. Cyno felt both relief and sadness. He was relieved that nothing serious had happened such as someone threatening you, hurting you, or someone you loved. But he was also sad that you lost the ring- mainly because of how much you were crying. He loved how much you loved the ring, but it was never worth this many tears.
Cyno sighed and took that same hand, placing a kiss on your now lonely ring finger. He leaned in and kissed your forehead too, giving you a hug.
âItâs just a ring, my darling. I know you loved it- and Iâm happy- but I donât want you to cry this much over it. Itâll be ok, we can find it. Or get a new one.â You immediately shook your head at his last offer.
âNo, I want that one. I donât want a new one.â You said, looking up at him. He smiled a little at your stubbornness.
âOk, then letâs start looking.â
It took a little while- almost an hour- before you two were able to find the ring. Apparently, you had placed it in the drawer of his nightstand accidentally and didnât think to check it because you donât usually touch his things. You felt a little silly but you were over the moon to have your ring back.
» Alhaitham «
Alhaithamâs ring for you was nothing short of magnificent. Everyone noticed it without you saying anything as it was so eye-catching.
Because of this, you were extremely careful when going anywhere alone. The ring was no doubt expensive, and you didnât want to take any chances.
The thing was⊠sometimes people just followed without you realizing. Normally, if you were Alhaitham, heâd notice almost immediately. You on your own, however, could not do that.
You hadnât even realized it but there was a thug in front of you demanding you hand over anything of value to him.
You scrambled to give him all the money and jewelry you had, hoping heâd let you go free. Then his eyes fell on your beautiful, sparkling ring. You felt your heart sink as he pointed to it.
âThat too- gimme that too!â He yelled, wanting to show you that he wasnât scared or in the mood to waste time. You slowly shook your head, feeling the fear spreading further through your body and solidifying your legs to the ground.
âPlease l-let me keep this, I gave you everything else.â You said, tears blurring your vision, forcing you to blink to get them out.
âNo, no, I want that too. You either hand it over or I take it off your corpse.â He growled, glaring at you. Realizing that Alhaitham would be even more angry knowing you put yourself in harmâs way, you found what little courage you had and slid the ring off of your finger. Your hands were shaking and there was a vice grip on it because you didnât want to lose it. But eventually⊠you let go. The thug took it and ran off, leaving you standing in the dark, crying.
It was almost ten minutes later when you found yourself having the energy to walk back when you saw an extremely worried Alhaitham racing towards you.
â(y/n)! Where have you been?! Do you know how worried I was?!â He yelled as he instantly engulfed you in his arms, squeezing you almost too tightly. You hugged back immediately, needing that comfort desperately.Â
Finally, you mustered up the courage to tell him that youâd given up the ring. Willingly. Kinda.Â
âGood,â Alhaitham said, making your eyes widen. âItâs better than your life. I could buy a thousand rings like that, but I only have one of you.â He said as he took your face, gently wiping your tears away. âYou did the right thing, weâll get you a new ring.â
His words did bring some level of comfort to you, but you still felt a little guilty for having lost such a beautiful ring.
âW-what if I want that one? And only that one.â You asked, sniffling a little. Alhaitham smiled, kissing your cheek.
âThen weâll get that one back.â
As promised, Alhaitham didnât rest until he caught the thud, making sure to retrieve all of your items- especially your ring. He also made sure he was the one who slid it onto your finger- again.
» Kaveh «
Kavehâs ring was intricate and on the inside, had an engraving which translated how much he adored you and that he would forever. That ring was something you cherished so much. You showed him every single day how beautiful it looked. He just chuckled and nodded, always kissing your ring finger.
You tried to keep the ring on your finger 24/7, making sure it washed well with every hand wash. You didnât like taking it off very often, always worrying it might just get lost.
If you did take it off, you actually kept it in sight. Placing it in the center of the counter and making sure it would just fall off or something.
One day, youâd had a particularly busy day and you were pretty exhausted. Youâd remembered taking your ring off for a minute to wash up but when you came back⊠it was gone.
All that exhaustion was gone and suddenly, all you felt was panic and dread. Where did it go? Where did the ring go?! You looked everywhere you possibly could, trying not to think of the worst. But with every passing second you couldnât find the ring, those thoughts invaded your mind and all you could see was a very angry Kaveh.
You began to tear the entire room apart, throwing things around as you started to search in every nook and cranny. Of course, you didnât realize Kaveh was even in the room until he grabbed your shoulders, making you scream.
âItâs me! What are you doing?â He asked with a look of concern as he gestured to your shared bedroom. You paused and started looking around- it was a disaster. Everything was everywhere and it would take hours to clean up.
âI-Iâm sorryâŠâ you mumbled in a small voice, wiping your cheeks. Kavehâs expression didnât change but he took both of your wrists and slowly pulled you to the bed, stepping over all the clothes and items.
âSit.â He said as he grabbed a water bottle from off the floor. He took off the cap and held it out to you. âJust take a second and tell me whatâs wrong.â He said before he kneeled in front of you, rubbing your thigh a little to comfort you.
You sipped the water, taking a few deep breaths to calm down so you could actually explain what was going on. You could see just how worried he was- not to mention, you could see the slight redness and glossiness in his eyes. Kaveh hated it when you cried- if you cried hard enough, that pain transferred to him and sometimes⊠heâd tear up a little.
âI lost the ring.â You said as you showed him your left hand. âI-I just set it down and I donât know where it went.â You sniffled feeling the tears come back, but Kaveh grabbed your hands and kissed your ring finger.
âItâs ok, love. We can find the ring if itâs in here. But thereâs no reason for you to be this upset. Itâs just a ring, I could get you another one.â
âNo, I want that ring.â
âWhat if I got you a ring that looked exactly like it?â
âItâs not the same one. I want that one- not another one.â You said, frowning at him. Kaveh only chuckled and nodded, standing up and lifting your head to kiss your lips.
âOk, then let's start looking.âÂ
It took a grand total of two and half hours for you to clean up everything and finally find the ring. It had landed under the bed, right next to the leg hiding from view. You were so happy that it was back on your finger that you swore youâd never take it off no matter what. Kaveh just felt better knowing you were ok and happy again.
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» Gepard «
Your engagement ring was like your most prized possession. You looked at it every single day since Gepard had proposed and almost never took it off. Even after a month, it was still the most beautiful piece of jewelry you owned.
You were still very careful with everything you did, treating it like glass at times. You even had little covers on the drains so it never fell down the drain. Your worst nightmare was the ring falling down the drain.
There were times you did take it off. Drying your hands was easy without the ring so when you washed your hands⊠you took it off.
You had ended up getting distracted and when you came back⊠it was gone.
Panic. Full fledged panic. You looked everywhere you possibly could for that little ring but it was just gone. You even went through the phase of looking at your own hands as if you could forget the feeling of the heavy gem on your hand.Â
At this point, you were in tears- absolutely distraught. Thatâs when Gepard walked into the room.
â(Y/n)? Whatâs wrong?â He asked with a frown as he walked to you, seeing your state. He was extremely concerned as you were safe in your home so nothing could've happened. But he'd seen too many things to not start panicking a little himself.
âI-I lost it! I canât find it- I looked everywhere!â You yelled, the tears just pouring down your cheeks. Your heart was beating out of your chest, especially now that Gepard was here. You weren't able to find your ring before he came home.
âWait, ok, breathe.â He said as he took your shoulders and made you look at him. âJust breathe for a second. What did you lose?âÂ
You took deep breaths but held up your left hand, showing the missing ring. Gepard frowned and now he understood what made you so upset.Â
âOk, ok, donât cry. We can find it. Weâll find it, so please donât cry.â He said as he reached up and dried your tears. He knew the ring meant a lot to you but he didnât realize how much. It was sweet⊠but he also hated it when you cried.
âIt was s-so expensive! And I-I lost it!â You said as you looked around as if you'd just end up spotting it or something.Â
Gepard sighed and shook his head, making you look at him. His warm thumbs slid under your eye to catch the oncoming tears.
âSo? Besides, weâll find it so thereâs no reason to cry this hard. Come on, weâll look all day if we have to.â He said, kissing your forehead. You could feel the intense relief, knowing he wasnât angry at you or disappointed in you. Now you just had to find the ring.Â
And you did. It had fallen and landed behind your desk. It was hard to see with how little room there was between the wall and desk.
» Blade «
You loved that ring. Honestly, even after a month or so, you still hadnât gotten over how beautiful the ring was. You adored it.
When you took your engagement ring off, you had a special little box you put it in. You closed it and locked it every single time.
This particular time you were a bit busy and frazzled. You werenât thinking and you just realized the ring wasnât on your finger. So you went to your box to get it.Â
It was gone. Like it grew legs and walked off! Panic set in immediately because thereâs no way you left it anywhere else.
âOk, ok, just⊠breathe.â You told yourself as you took slow, deep breaths. They were so forced that it made you even more anxious.
Tears blurred your vision as you tried to think where you couldâve left it. No location came to mind- only a very angry Blade. God, you were so irresponsible! That ring was so expensive and you lost it about a month after getting it!
So you began to tear apart your bedroom in a desperate attempt to find the ring. Thatâs when Blade walked in, but you were too busy to notice him. He looked around both confused and concerned.
âWhat the hellâŠ?â His voice makes you yell as you turn around and his eyes widen a little at the sight of your tear-stricken face. âWhat happened? Are you ok?â He asked as he walked to you, stepping over the items thrown about.
âI-I lost it. Iâm sorry! Iâll find it so donât worry! Iâll look everywhere.â
âIâm sure we can just buy it again.â He said in his usual monotone as he began to wipe your tears with a tissue he grabbed from nearby. He had no idea what you were talking about at first, but if a missing item made you this upset, then he'd just get it for you again. Simple.
You just held your hand up to show the missing ring making him stare for a moment. Oh.
âYeah, I can buy another one of those too.â You shook your head, sniffling.Â
âN-no, I donât want a new one. I want that one.â No ring could possibly compare to that first one. You refused to give up. If someone stole it- highly unlikely- youâd find them and take it back. You were that desperate.
âFine. Weâll find it then but youâre not gonna see anything with all those tears in your eyes.â He said as he dabbed your eyes again. He wrapped an arm around you, giving you a tight hug, rubbing your back. It upset him when you cried⊠so now he really had to find that ring.Â
You two eventually found it, youâd actually left it on the kitchen counter when you were going to cut the chicken, not wanting to get any on it. You didnât put it away because it was only a few minutes that youâd be busy.
Somehow, the ring had fallen onto the ground and rolled under the counter. When Blade found it, he made sure to be the one to slip it back onto your fingers, asking if you felt better now that you had the ring back. You did. 100%.
» Jing Yuan «
The day Jing Yuan proposed to you was one of the happiest of your life. You flaunted that ring everywhere to the point where some of his friends were concerned you might get attacked for the ring. It was definitely expensive.
Removal of the ring was near impossible, you didnât take it off for any reason. If you were doing something that might stain- you wore thick gloves. But taking that ring off never happened.
It was endearing for Jing Yuan. Heâd often catch you just staring at it with that goofy smile on your face. And it brought him a world of joy. He was worried you wouldnât like it.
But right now⊠you kinda wished you had been a bit more careful. You showed off your ring too much.
âA-and the ring! Gimme that ring!â The man said as he pointed his gun at you. You were willing to give over anything except that. You covered your ring with your hand and shook your head.
âN-no⊠no, I canât give you my ring.â You said with a frown.
âIâll kill you! Give it to me!â He threatened and you were terrified but you shook your head.
âPlease donât take it. You can take everything else just n-not my ring.â You said with the tears in your eyes. Your hands were shaking and your heart was pounding in your chest.Â
A yelp escaped your lips when the barrel of the gun touched your forehead. All you could do was stand there as he reached over and slid the beautiful ring off your finger and scoffed.Â
âIdiot.â With that, he ran off. You were frozen in fear, unable to move or breathe as if you were wondering if heâd return.Â
You heard yelling only a few moments later but it didnât matter to you. You just stood there, feeling the anger and frustration in your heart. Why didnât you do something else!? You just stood there!
â(Y/n)!â A voice called but you were too busy in your thoughts. â(Y/n)!â You only registered the voice when you felt your shoulders move. It was Jing Yuan. He looked both angry and terrified as he tried to bring you back from your shock. âItâs ok, itâs just me.â He said when he saw you flinch.
You wasted no time hugging him so tightly as you felt a pang of guilt. You lost the ring. You never listened and now the ring was gone. You could just cry as he held you, trying his best to give you a moment.Â
âH-he took it! He took m-my ring!â You said, barely able to breathe.Â
âShh, itâs ok, itâs fine. Iâll get you another one.â He said as he felt his own heart break at your distress.
âN-no! No, I want that one!â You said as you looked up. He frowned as he took your face and wiped your tears.
âOk, Iâll get you that one. I promise, just please donât cry.â Jing Yuan wasnât one to cry but if you were crying this badly, then his eyes do get a little teary as well. He feels your pain, no matter what kind. Once you were calm, he made sure to take you back home, assuring you his men were out looking.
Eventually, you two were met with good news. The mugger was arrested only an hour or so after the crime and all your belongings had been taken back by the knights. Including your beloved ring.
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the clash | iv. london calling
hobie brown x goth!reader
word count: 2.8k
genre: enemies to lovers
warnings: language, insults, hobie hating you, you hating hobie, smoking weed, alcohol, mentions of a gwen canon event, mentions of death, lil angst
a/n:Â nother long one! i canât wait to make it crazy angsty bc when i tell u i have THOUGHTS đ thank you to everyone whoâs reading, iâm trying to update it every day, so hopefully i can stick with that schedule! enjoy this chapter, friends :)
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He fixes his watch to open a portal to his world. Gwen, Miles, and Pavitr basically run to get to it. He motions for you to go ahead, and you walk through. Immediately when you step into his room, youâre hit with the smell of weed and incense. Youâd be lying if you said you hated it. You glance around. You see drums, another electric and acoustic guitar, empty spray paint cans, spray paint on the walls, stacks of newspapers (all defaced in some way)⊠it feels very Hobie to say the least. âNow this. This is a livinâ area,â he says, appearing behind you. You shake your head. âSo loud, both figuratively and literally. How do you ever get anything done?â
âBy being louder than everyone else, obviously,â he responds, and you roll your eyes. âWhat a way to live,â you remark. âBetter than that quiet, dark, and gloomy, way,â he retorts, and you shrug. âIf you say so.â
âHey, Hobie, do you still have the roof all decorated?â Gwen asks and he nods. âCourse I do. I own the place, head on up,â he jerks his head upwards, and Gwen turns to Miles and Pavitr with a smirk. âRace ya!â
âHey no fair! You have been here so many times!â Pavitr yells as Gwen takes off. âCome on, Miles!â you hear her yell. Miles smiles gently and shakes his head before going after the two of them. âHeâs so obsessed with her itâs making me sick,â you mumble, and Hobie snorts. âWhat? Miles and Gwenâs relationship too much for you? You hate love?â
âLove has never done anything but cause me pain. And not the good kind,â you glance at him with a frown, and he raises his eyebrow. Suddenly his eyes get wide. âOh shit⊠you had a Gwen canon event.â
âI donât want to talk about it,â you respond, and he frowns. âYou know, actually talkinâ about that kinda shit is a good way to not sit on it and let it build. You could face some serious problems if you keep doinâ that.â
âWho said I gave a fuck what you think? I didnât ask for the unneeded advice, alright?â you say, and he narrows his eyes at you. âOh, right. Forgot I was dealing with a bloody doughnut,â he mumbles and point to the window. âCare to go to the roof and get out of my sight?â
âSound like the best thing youâve said since I got here,â you say, leaping out of his window and climbing up the side of the building. While clinging to the wall, you glance out at Hobieâs world. His city looks almost exactly like Night of Yore City, except for the fact that there are a shit ton of fires burning, over half of the buildings look abandoned, the sky is a reddish-orangish hue, and it is so much louder. The name is also vastly different, as his version of NYC is New London. Universal differences get weird and confusing. Nonetheless, youâre intrigued, you turn around, putting your back against the wall and supporting yourself with your hands and feet. The graffitied buildings are a nice touch, you must admit. You snort to yourself when you see a mural of Hobie. If only they knew the asshole behind the mask.
âNow why the hell arenât you up there with everyone else?â you hear his voice pull you out of your thoughts as he crawls up next to you. You shrug. âIâm a sucker for views, I guess.â
âWell, believe it or not, view is a lot better from the top of the buildinâ,â he says, and you roll your eyes. âCan I please just be secluded and observe in peace?â
âAbsolutely fuckinâ not. Come on,â he says, starting to walk up the wall. You sigh and lazily roll backwards and up the wall to come to standing and follow him up. When you get to the top of the roof, you see a boombox (blaring punk music, of course) and blankets surrounding a barrel with a fire going in it. Multiple coolers decorate the roof which all look stockpiled full of different beers. âHey, Hobie, you know that theyâre all kids, right?â
âNew universe, new rules, love. Drinking age is 16 and up âround here, not that Iâd give a fuck if it wasnât anyway. So, sit down, shut up, and drink a damn beer. Maybe youâll loosen up,â he says, tossing you a random bottle. You roll your eyes and sit down but put the beer to the side.
âHey, Hobie, do you have any of thatââ Miles gets cut off by Hobie tossing him another bottle. âNice. Thanks, dude,â he says excitedly, cracking the top and taking a drink. Gwen gets her beer of choice, and Pavitr does the same. Hobie, you notice, doesnât drink anything. âSo, what were you guys talking about?â Gwen asks, pointing between the two of you with her bottle. âWhat?â you ask, and she shrugs. âYou guys were alone in Hobieâs for a while and no one died, soooo did you guys finally talk about something you could agree on?â
âWe canât agree on nothinâ, Gwen. They were just beinâ their usual self and annoyinâ the shit out of me at any chance they could get,â Hobie says, and you shake your head. âGood to know it worked, mateâ
âStop imitatinâ me, poser.â
âNo, I donât think I will.â
âIâll make you.â
âTry me, Hobart.â
âAlright, thatâs enough of that. What were you guys talking about?â Miles asks, and you and Hobie look at each other. âJust asked where the bathroom was,â you say, and he nods. âYeah. Thatâs it.â
You werenât necessarily ready to reveal you faced the Gwen canon event. Especially not to another Gwen. At least Hobie isnât enough of a dick to bring it up in front of them. âOh, yeah, you did change into your everyday clothes. Donât know how I didnât notice that,â Gwen states, taking another swig of her beer. You had changed in your apartment after cleaning your wound, but you donât say anything. Hobie nods at you, and you nod back.
âWhy arenât you drinking anything (Y/n)? Here, try this itâs so good,â Pavitr pushes his bottle toward you, and you shake your head. âI donât want to drink, but thanks Pavitr,â you say, and he frowns. âAwww.â You smile slightly at how disappointed he sounds. âWell, I want to remember everything you all tell me without it being fuzzy because I was hoping you could let me know a little bit more about all the spider people in Spider Society. Iâm still new, you four, Peter B. Parker, and Miguel are the only ones Iâve really met.â
With that, Gwen, Miles, and Pavitr start telling you everything they know. You learn about Jessica Drew, Spider-Man Noir, Peni Parker, and so many more. Gwen, Miles, and Pavitr talk for hours, and since theyâre kids, they do not know when to stop drinking. Eventually, the three of them are passed out. Miles is cradling Gwenâs side with his head on her chest as she wraps one of her arms around him, and Pavitr is laying straight on his back, lightly snoring. You giggle softly at the sight. Suddenly the punk music youâve been listening to for the past however many hours gets softer. You glance over to where it is and see Hobie bent over and turning it down. âDonât wanna wake âem,â he mumbles, walking over to you. The volume of the city has decreased quite a bit, and with the low hum of music coming from the boombox now, his world is actually kind of enjoyable. Though youâd never tell him that. He motions to the skyline, and you turn and look. He was right, as much as you hate to admit it. The view is a lot better from up here.
âWhy didnât you drink anythinâ?â he asks, and you shrug. âDidnât feel like it. Why didnât you drink anything?â He shrugs and pulls out a rolled cigarette from his vest pocket. âGot somethinâ better.â
âAnd you didnât offer any to them?â
âHey, they can drink here, they donât need to mess with this shit. âSides I knew theyâd be pissed. Gonna have a god-awful hangover tomorrow,â he says, pulling out a lighter. You shake your head. âThey canât mess with your shit, but I can?â
âThe two of us are the same age. Weâre âadultsâ or whatever the fuck that means. Are you too stuck up to be âround some grass or somethinâ?â
âNo, Hobie, I donât give a fuck if you smoke weed. Building manager might, though.â
âLove, I am the building manager. This place is abandoned, so it belongs to me. And youâre not tellinâ me Iâm supposed to smoke this myself?â he asks with a sly smirk on his face. You raise your eyebrow at him. âActually I am.â He groans, putting the joint to his lips and lighting the end of it.
âDo you know how to have any fun?â
âDo you know how to have anyââ Before you can finish, he puts his finger over your mouth, and raises the joint to his lips again. He takes a deep breath in, blowing out the excess smoke and glancing at you. âNo.â
âYou donât even know what I was gonna say.â
âDonât care. The answer is no.â
âHave you ever actually tried listening to anything anyone says?â
âNah. I donât listen to no one. Iâm me, and if people donât like that, good,â he says, taking another drag. He glances over at you and holds the joint out. âYâsure you donât want some?â
âYou actually want to share with me?â
âI want you to not be as much as a raginâ fuckwit, so yes,â he blows smoke in your face, and you glare at him. âIf I take one hit, will you shut the fuck up about it?â
âProbably not, but it would sure make me happier.â You roll your eyes, and take the joint from him, taking a drag. He watches you. Heâd never admit it, but he wishes you werenât such an asshole. The way you look doing that in the moonlight? Stunning. You pass the joint back to him, some of the smoke coming out of your nose. âStop staring at me.â
âJust makinâ sure you did it right and didnât waste my shit,â he says, taking another drag. âI know how to hit a joint, Hobie.â
âReally? Never would have guessed youâd do anything remotely excitinâ.â
âOh, please. You barely know me,â you say, angrier than you probably should be. âThen tell me about yourself, love.â
âHard pass,â you say, and he groans. âI get the desire to stay anonymous and mysterious, obviously, but come on. Chances are weâre gonna be seeinâ each other more than either of us wants to, so just open up a bit,â he says, and you frown. âThereâs nothing you need to know.â
âBullshit.â
âOh yeah? Then tell me something about you.â
âI killed Norman Osborn with my guitar after defeatinâ him and all of his V.E.N.O.M. forces and successfully led a rebellion against fascism,â he says smugly, âUntil those other fuckinâ Nazis showed up, but one day I promise you this world? Will be capitalist and fascist free.â
âNo, it wonât. Am I supposed to be impressed?â you ask with a deadpan face. He scoffs. âDamn, youâre a wanker. Iâd like to see you try and defeat the V.E.N.O.M. forces. From what I seen your worldâs villains are rubbish,â he says and to his surprise, and yours, you laugh. A hint of a smile plays on his features, but you shake your head. âGreen Goblin is, youâre right, but... there are others who are much worse. And what the fuck is a venom force? Youâre saying that like I should just know what it is.â
âIt was a symbiote thatâ wait, you sayinâ you donât know what venom is? Thatâs something every spider-person deals with at some point,â he says, and you shrug. âGuess I havenât dealt with it yet.â
âYeah, well, when you do, call me cause youâll need my help,â he says and you roll your eyes. âIâd rather die than get help from you.â
âI helped you today, love.â
âI could have done that myself,â you retort, and he shakes his head, taking another drag. âI guess I should thank you though.â
âHmm?â
âFor not telling them what we were really talking about,â you say, and he hums. âWhat they wonât know wonât kill âem. But just so you know I was being so serious. Not talkinâ about that shit is more harmful than good,â he says, and you frown. âIâm not much of a talker.â
âCoulda fooled me.â
âDo you ever shut the fuck up,â you groan, and he laughs. He loves pissing you off, might be his favorite thing to do now. But the conversation might actually need to get serious. He may hate you, but heâs Spider-Punk for the people, and youâre apart of that people. Heâs there to help, so he may as well try with you.
âWhy not?â
âWhat?â
âWhy not? Why wonât you talk about it?â he asks, and you huff. âBecause it was my fault, and I donât want to think about it.â
âNah, I bet it wasnât your fault,â he mumbles, taking another drag. You glare at him. âOh, right, I forgot you were there when their neck snapped after I tried to save them,â you spit, and he glances at you. You can feel that hit starting to affect you, thatâs the only reason you said anything about⊠the incident. Of course, Hobie has good shit, why wouldnât he. âWhat were you trying to save them from?â he asks, his voice oddly calm. âThe Prowler,â you reply, âHeâs the worst of the worst in my universe.â He hums and nods. âWell then, reckon itâs the Prowlerâs fault then, innit?â
âWhat? But Iâm the one who couldnât get to them in time after heââ
âHe did it, (Y/n). You did your best, but it ainât your fault what happened there. Thatâs what they want you to think. Try and get that through your thick skull, would you?â he says, and you scoff, âThey?â
He nods, and you go quiet. He glances over at you as you just sit and stare out at the city. âStop doinâ âat.â
âDoing what?â
âBlaminâ yourself,â he says, taking another long drag. You sigh. âI canât help it,â you mumble, and he shakes his head. âYou can. Just takes time,â he responds. You scoff, âYouâd think three years would be enough time.â You look out at his city. Itâs so different from yours, but you can still see the beauty in it. And you can see the stars. None of the constellations of your world are here, but the sky is still beautiful. âIf you need a place to crash, my couch is very comfortable and has your name written all over it,â Hobie says, and you shake your head. âI should probably just go back to my universeââ
âNo way. No dimension hopping under the influence,â he says, and you roll your eyes. âI had one hit,â you say, and he shrugs. âAnd one hit is enough for you to think youâre goinâ home only to end up in Peter Porkerâs shower. Youâre stayinâ here tonight.â You roll your eyes. âYouâre insufferable.â
âIâm insufferable for watchinâ out for your well-beinâ? Okay, sure.â
âI donât need you to watch out for me. I donât need anyone,â you hiss, and he scoffs. âOf course you donât. Too good for everyone else.â
âI didnât say that.â
âIt was implied.â
âYouâre an asshole.â
âLook whoâs talking.â
âLike you wouldnât say the same thing,â you say, and he shrugs. âYouâre right. I would say I donât need anyone, because I donât. Especially not a miserable thing like you,â he says, and you frown. âGood.â
âGreat.â
âFuck you.â
âFuck you.â
The two of you just glare at each other for a bit before he flicks the butt of his joint off the building. âGoinâ to bed. See you tomorrow.â
âUnfortunately.â
âShut up and follow me back to my place,â he says, getting up and walking down the building. You follow, yawning as you realize just how tired you are. When you get back inside Hobieâs place, he points at the couch. âLay there, and donât move until morninâ, got it?â
âIâll do what I want.â
âAmazinâ. Just donât wake me up, and I wonât give a fuck,â he says, walking into his bedroom and kicking his door shut. You roll your eyes and lay down on his couch. Itâs actually surprisingly comfortable, and you find yourself actually dozing off faster than you anticipated. Hobie walks out of his room to get a drink of water and ready to fight you verbally again, only to see you passed out on his couch with literally no blanket or pillow.
He sighs, grabbing a throw blanket off his bed and gently placing it on top of you. In the morning, you wake up before everyone else. You notice the blanket, and know only one person could have done that, but you donât feel like sticking around to say anything. You just go home. But before you do, you leave a little note saying, âdidnât need your sympathy, thanks but no thanks,â and draw a little middle finger.
Heâll get the hint you appreciated it.
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it's almost 4am i can't get this out of my head holy shit.
reader whose original body is a literal eldritch forest deity and speaks in hymns (bonus points: after we isekai into said og body, we mix slang into it).
the acolytes have to break their fucking necks just to talk to you eye-to-eye, and the only thing they can make out of what you say is something equal to tablets bajillion years old already.
or that reader is constantly cussing and the acolytes just nod along not understanding whatever this 15ft tall eldritch horror is saying.
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ELDRITCH HORROR READER. I LIVEEE, NONE OF U UNDERSTAND, THIS IS SO DEEPLY AHHHHHH
I LITERALLY JUST SHIMMY STIM IN MY SEAT WHEN I THINK ABT THIS TOO LONG LMAO
i LIVE AND BREATHE for when we look like eldritch horrors but are just people lmao
IF I HAVENâT RUN U OFF, đ« MY HEART, MI CORAZON <3
U HAVE A BEAUTIFUL MIND DESPITE BEING A BLOODY HEART
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Sun: Gender Neutral Reader (they/them only), Eldritch!Reader
Planet: Misc. Genshin AUs
Orbit: some headcanons, tiny scenario
Stars: a little bit of Zhongli, Xiao, Ganyu, Ningguang, Keqing, and the adepti
Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: Light Description of Body Modifications/Body Horror-esque, Light Description of Eldritch Horror Creature, Reader has a Non-Human Body,
& Trigger Warnings: Eldritch Monster, Light Body Horror, Non-Con Body Modifications (Wake up as a monster, described as positive).
FUCKING LOVE THIS GIF, AND THIS SONG AND ARTISTTT
hey so hereâs a song to listen I was listening to while writing this, chose the instrumental bc it was less distracting!
đđ hope u like :)
you just come into Teyvat from either Enkanomiya, the straight up Abyss/Dark Realm or even Celestia/Light Realmunder that glowing mushrooms tree in the Chasm, or like, ooo even by the upside down Barbatos statue đ
and its great bc ur like- âomg Teyvat ooooo, ahhhhâ
meanwhile the animals/magical creatures/beings nearby like shakin in their boots
literally no matter what land type their in, water, air, etc. theyâre all bowing (despite the hooves, the paws, the flippers, the wings,) hell, even the bugs?? Might be bowing???
and you were slow to wake up wherever you were, so it took you a second to really process-
plus it just felt so weirdly, natural?
Not like walking on 2 legs no, but more like, how swimming feels but without the act of doing it?
you realize youâreâŠÂ hovering.
wow, guess you can do that now,
your pretty much crowned with every flower from the regions of Teyvat, and a few from other Realms like Celestia, Abyss, and Enkanomiya, etc.
you have extra limbs, you feel them shift like youâve had them all your life, even tho you do smack urself a few times with them lmao (new hand-eye coordination is hard)
and you realize u can see elemental traces/elements of beings, even plants, all the time now?
It isnât until you look into a pretty still pond that you see what you look like,
youâve got more eyes
I mean u thought youâd just be one of the twins, or ur own person if somebody asked u what youd look like isekaied to Genshin Impact, not what looks like the elemental god of the fucking continent
but you donât look bad! actually you think you look kinda neat!
Youâve got like this coat of many draping vines and plantlife, glowing coral poking out near the top thatâs around your throat, and- is that- tiny waterfalls?? Running down your nature cape too??
the many gemstones and ore of this planet form your legs, strong and taller than even regular human guys back on Earth, youâre like what? Eight? Nine feet? (about 245cm, or 2.5 meters)
Youâre head⊠itâs like a dragons skull?? Youâve got these black horns flowing out from the top too that fade to a golden glow, like a crown nearly, theyre draped with what looks like strings of primogems??
oh and your extra eyes are symmetrical thatâs good!
tho it does seem like you got this handy hood included into your cape of much nature to flop onto your head
where your heart should be, thereâs two bursting stars circling one another, one of pink, purples and light blues, the other of gold and blue, oh hey, the wishing stars for standard and character banners!
and if you like mushrooms, at least one of every kind in Teyvatâs countries/regions is looking cool on ur cape, and if you like bugs, the cool ones like the rhino beetles from inazuma are being cute little buddies on ur stuff too
and like in the gif, every step you take overfills with life, except it stays and doesnât wither like above, and it also does that glow bit that some places in Sumeru do/Enkanomiya
You CANNOT be missed no matter where you walk, and your sort of constantly feeling like youâve drank 3 energy + 5 espresso shots of coffee
but in a way that makes you sort of full? like full on life⊠and like you could be even bigger, and taller, if you willed it
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k but the adepti felt ur presence coming in hot from literal mountains away
Cloud Retainter, and Guizhong, had set up inventions long ago to sense the Original of Teyvat, just in case, because some signs of prophecy of your return had begun to show in their lands
Zhongli especially knew you were close to come after another major sign was met, the corruption after the Archon War, and the ravaging of the land by the fall of Khaenriâahâs âmetal beastsâ
So when you finally walk your way into Jueyun Karst, the adepti are already waiting, Xiao, Ganyu, and Zhongli as well,
Luckily Ganyu, with Zhongliâs help or advice, convinced the adepti to share this meeting with the Qixing as well like Keqing, and the Tianquan herself
It was a momentous occasion after all, but you were just now feeling the need to maybe nap a little after nearly, what was it, 2 weeks worth of constant walking?
wow this new body had literal stamina for days
you arrived late into the night, around midnight, under a full moon, and theyâre relieved all the signs are being met
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honestly the only reason you headed to Liyue was bc you knew it was the closest (the map of Teyvat was both familiar in the way it had been in game, but also on a deeper level, like walking around your house in the dark)
and u rlly wanted to be able to talk to somebody, bc u had no idea?? wtf you were??
honestly you thought the adepti/Zhongli would be a good bet bc theyâd maybe tell u what creature u ended up as,
u did suspect maybe youâd ended up as some kind of god, but like?? none of the other gods looked like this???
and u see them all! up ahead in Jueyun Karst! Oh no! You really, really, really, hope they donât think youâre a walking talking evil tree dragon thing-
âŠmaybe you should wave?
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As you get closer,
Xiaoâs back straigtens, Ganyu nervously looks at the ground, Keqing is trying to figure out where to look bc ur so tall, Ningguang has her hands respectfully folded in front of her and her facial muscles looks tensed for a fight almost, the adepti are shuffling nervously bc theyâre not used to being the magically weaker/younger creatures in the area, and Zhongli-
Zhongli is no longer the mortal Zhongli.
Amber horns curl up from his head, long brunette hair with glowing gold tips flowing and loose, claws on display, as he stands in his finest and oldest lĂłng pĂĄo, black with gold detailing embroidered throughout, it details his deeds as Rex Lapis and Morax, the spears of his vanquishing gods across the front and back, he looks like a living painting
and although he looks as serene as if heâs about to sit down for some tea, the adepti can see the tremoring hands, the same he used to hide in his sleeves when he was genuinely intimidated by another god, usually the older ones heâd had to fight
but for the first time since the archon war, this was one he was going to welcome with open arms, and utmost respect, despite his position as archon forfeited
thereâs a strange music in the air of the night as the animals and the bugs and creatures of the realm subtly make the beat, the godâs feet (of ore Rex Lapis hasnât seen since he was a child, it was so rare to find) shake the earth of his land with each step, a deep quiet booming like a drum of war as they get closer
The God of All stops some distance away from them
âŠand the Huangdi of All, just waves. đđ
at Zhongli, the adepti, Xiao, the Tianquan, and the Qixing.
A long black limb with a rainbow shine like a crowâs wing raises, gives an ironically tiny wave of their clawed black hand,
and tilts their head, though a sort of greenery hood covering it
and speaks,
â ËËËÊzÉÉčÉ sı ÊıɄs sÄ±É„Ê ÂżÊou ÊÉ„ÆıÉč ÉŻÉ Ä± ÊÉnÉ ÇÉ„Ê ÊÉÉ„Ê ÊouÊ sÊnÆ noÊ op uÉŻÉpâ
your voice is like singing, deep, high, like a choir trying to sing all at once to them
Xiao cringes a little in surprise, he was braced for your older speech just in case but it still caught him off guard, and unfortunatly, he gives a quick glance to Lord Rex Lapis,
he canât understand any of that, and Ganyu and Keqing are in the same boat, but while the Yakshaâs only done passive studying in hopes of understanding you, the Lord of Geo had gone much further back in trying to make sure he could understand your words, should the day come, his library, even now living as a mortal, is extensive
the other adepti and Ningguang catch a few words, but itâs too,, simple really, to understand
the words have no context, they need more, but such is the ancients, theyâre meanings simple and all-encompassing
Lord Rex Lapis bows deeply,
âWe welcome you with open arms, our Huangdi. Please, feast your eyes upon the land with which I have wrought with mine own talons, for all is ever truly yours.â
the adepti announces for them all, voice giving away no nerves, Xiao can still understand him luckily, though he has greatly simplified himself for the sake of being understood by the ancient god of creation,
â ËËËÊÉıÊs É uo ÊsıÉčÉ„É snsÇÉŸ ¥¿ılÆuoÉ„z noÊ uÇÊÇ ÂżnoÊ oÊ poÆ Éo puÄ±Ê ÇÉŻos ÉŻ,ı 'ÇÊnuıɯ uÉŻÉp É ÊıÉÊâ
your voice is an energy through the air, and makes the trees nearby lean in to hear you better, the creeks and ponds of the area leave their beds a little to get closer, geo crystalflys emerge and begin to swirl around your natural body, perching on your horns, making it look even more like a crown
Xiao gulps.
Rex Lapisâ and Ningguangâs spines straighten further if they even can from the impeccable posture they were before, They share a quick glanceâŠ
âŠneither of them caught that one, only a few words, and Ganyu feels her shoulders drop as she gives up trying to hear you and understand as well,
you make a strange sound, a high humming, a deep confusion with some worry, the crystalflys buzz around you a little faster,
then point to yourself
...and make a peace sign. âïž
it was going to be a long night.
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idk if this made any sense, and I sincerely hope that you at least liked what I wrote a little bit, sorry about the over description đ I just felt like it was very important but then I realized I hadnât even talked about the language yet⊠anyway here u go LMAO
I hope it was alright, and I seriously love your idea, even if I didnât take it in the direction you wanted/as cool as you meant!! :/
Thanks for the badass idea, i fucking love eldritch shit <3
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âĄmy belovedâĄ
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