#and so many of my daily routines are shaped around him | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

phasecornnuts · 3 months

Note

Hiiiiiiii! If you’re still open for requests maybe you might wanna write something where the reader casually mentioned that they/she had a partner on earth before they died and Alastor takes it a bit too drastically and has just been very salty and asking too many questions 😭 if you like that

Please & thanks ❤️

Hey guys I've returned! Sorry for taking a little while, I was busy with finals/I wanted to relax on my spring break so I didn't have a lot of time. I lowkey kind of cooked with this one too so enjoy :3

Also, I sorta made the reader be from around the same time period as Alastor (sorta late 1910s early 1930s) for extra spice

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It had become a daily routine for you and Alastor to have afternoon tea together in cannibal town. Always, between the hours and four and six o’ clock after Alastor had finished his broadcast and you, your hotel duties, the both of you would walk down to Rosie’s Emporium to nibble on finger sandwiches, candied eyeballs, and other treats.

The sun was still high in the sky, sending fingers of light through the windows of the cafe; the building was alive with the chatter of demons and hell-born alike. You and Alastor had just sat down, a short cannibal girl with a heart-shaped face and glowing brown ringlets placing your usuals on the table. Oh how beautiful they were! Too pretty to eat, garnished with tiny sprigs of mint (or, at least, it may have been mint) and resting on plates of delicate porcelain. With polished silver beside them, and matching teacups and saucers too, it all looked like a party for a girl’s favorite doll.

That is, if it weren’t human meat.

Looking up from your plate, you saw Alastor turn his head to follow the cannibal girl making you frown. His gaze returned to you before he caught you staring, a chipper grin on his face as always.

“She could be a dead ringer for Mary Pickford, don’t you think?”

Your eyebrows perked. You hadn’t looked long at the girl admittedly, though you stared long enough to know that she was no Pickford. You pursed your lips,

“I don’t see it, Lillian Gish maybe.”

He looked at you like a mad-woman, “You don’t!?”

“No! Her eyes are much too large!”

Alastor chuffed, proceeding to rest his chin on his dark hand, “In the eye of the beholder I suppose.”

You rolled your eyes, “You only say that because of her curls,” you stated while picking up the teapot and pouring yourself and Alastor your cups, “Now, drink before it gets cold.”

For much of your lunch neither of you spoke, merely enjoying each other’s presence while pecking on some food here and there. Throughout the meal the waitress brought more plates, pancreas tarts, minced tongues coated with cinnamon sugar, and sweet pies filled with rotted venison and cooked kidneys, all Rosie’s treat. Alastor had been taken by the small pies in their mulled deliciousness, the meat so tender you saw his eyes water. He pleaded you to try one, though you couldn’t, your stomach filled to the brim from the other treats and delicacies.

Alastor picked up the small pair of silver tongs from beside him and placed two sugar cubes in his tea, “I do say, it’s nice to have a meal companion again.” He took a sip from his teacup and grinned.

You nodded in agreement, lifting the milk jug from the table and pouring a generous amount into your cup. “Likewise. Good dinner conversation is a horrid thing to lose.”

“Truly.” He took another drink. “Before you, I hadn’t had a proper luncheon since my mother.”

“From what you tell she sounded like a fine woman.” His grin lost its eeriness, becoming fond instead.

“She truly was, and such a fine cook too.” Alastor gazed at the fine pattern painted on the rim of his saucer, “her jambalaya was the best, our side of the Mississippi” he chuckled. He began to remember then, “And her gumbo and her crawfish etouffee and her pecan pralines”

It was odd to hear his voice so full of affection, but nice too. So strange, to think a man who broadcasted his murders of other overlords and feasted on their flesh was once a little boy who clung to his mothers skirt and happily ate her cooking.

“Maybe one day you’ll cook for me then?” you teased

“Oh why wouldn’t I for my favoritest of sinners?” He took your hand.

You leaned in towards him, a silent flirtation. “Or perhaps I could prepare something for you?”

He looked at you from his dark, hooded eyes, a certain intrigue radiating from them. “Would you now?” he said, leaning in closer.

“Oh I would, anything you’d like.” the tip of your oxford lingering at his ankle. “My food was good enough for my darling back on earth, why would an overlord of hell have any complaints? Other than not enough seasoning I suppose.”

That was when the laughter in his eyes died. Alastor bit the inside of his cheek before finding the words to speak, “Your darling?”

“Pardon?”

“You had someone,” He straightened up, pulling himself away from you, “back on earth?”

“I hardly see how it matters now.”

Alastor’s tone grew curt, had such a simple word bruised his ego?

He crossed his arms, “What were they like?” each word as sharp as his teeth.

You pulled your hands close to you, confused at his curtness, “They were….they were nice. Cordial, spirited, vivacious, however you would put it. If you’re-” Alastor cut you off.

“How did you meet them?”

“On the trolley.” That only served to make him scoff.

“Tch, how common. The trolley.”

You chewed your bottom lip, trying to deny the anger towards him that began to knot in your belly. “It was a different lifetime.” You asserted, a hard finality to it. Pushing yourself from the small table you smoothed your skirt and adjusted the ribbon that was tied so nicely in your hair.

Without looking at him you said, “Tell Rosie I’m grateful for her hospitality and I will try to find a way to repay her. Also that I’m sorry that I had to retire without saying hello but I feel rather…faint.” Before leaving completely you said, “See you back at the hotel.”

The rest of the day you hid in your room, sulking and pacing. Charlie had tried to coax you out, seeing how angry you’d been when you came back, but you denied every effort she had.

“It’s not good to stay cooped up in there,” the Princess pleaded.

“I like my alone time.”

“But- but I had games planned! Husk was going to show us how to play Blackjack and Dominoes!”

“I prefer bridge, and he’ll just cheat us anyways.”

She gave a disappointed sigh, and outside the door you could hear Vaggie talking to her, telling Charlie to give you your space.

For three nights straight you avoided Alastor, finishing up your hotel duties quickly before hiding in your room. You grew bored after the first day admittedly, a person could only sleep and bathe and read so much. The fourth night is when he knocked on your door while you lied draped on your couch, your nose in a book you’d already finished before. Thinking it was Charlie, you ignored it, sure she’d get the message. It insisted however, rapping harder the second time. You sighed, annoyed. “Who is it?”

“Alastor, may I come in?”

A sour taste came in your mouth, “No.”

“You cannot lock yourself away from me forever.”

You lifted yourself off the couch, full of bitterness, “I can and I will!”

An electric hum filled your ears, the sound of Alastor weighing his words, “Could you at least entertain my attempt?”

Walking to the door and opening it slightly you saw his face, those deep, hooded eyes dark as blood, cracked lips, and hollow cheekbones. All of those beautiful, haunting features draped in remorse. You sighed, cursing the affection you had for him.

“Fine, but I’m still cross with you.” That made him smile, if only a tad.

Opening the door fully, you saw he’d brought one of the dining carts from the unused kitchen clad in a clean white sheet. Alastor pushed it to the center of the room before spiritedly ripping the cover from the cart, presenting polished silver dishes of raw meat and organs. From the bottom shelf of it, he had pulled a fine bottle of wine and two shining glasses.

“I helped myself to a bottle of Husk’s finest, the patrons here don’t have as refined tastes as you and I.” He gave a small grin. So this is what he brought with him, a peace offering. Your stomach was empty from only eating a small meal earlier in the day, so perhaps it was not in vain, though you weren’t sure if you were ready to forgive him.

“I’ll help you set the table,” you offered, feeling guilty he put so much effort into pleasing you.

Alastor held his hands up, “No need darling.” He put his hand on his throat, “What I said the other day was very…” he coughed into his hand, “ungentlemanly of me, and I wanted to make it up to you.”

You folded your hands and held them to your chest, looking at the embarrassment he tried to hide. Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath, and raised your gaze to his. “Thank you, Alastor.” His grin widened as he sat down beside you.

He uncorked the bottle of wine, beginning to pour it into the glasses, “Of course.” He handed you the glass which you took gladly. The vintage was so dark it looked black, reflecting the lights that glowed from the ceiling. Swishing it, you could see the hidden shades of red that the wine hid.

“Demon’s blood, Husk calls it.” Alastor told you before he took a long sip.

“Fitting. Do you know how long he’s aged it?” Alastor shrugged, taking another swallow.

“I didn’t care to ask, but it tastes so good going down. Come, drink, I didn’t bring this up so I could get drunk by myself.” That made you giggle, how much he valued the both of you eating and drinking together.

Taking his lead, you titled your head back, savoring the warm burn of the wine going down. Its hot fingers lingered in your chest before fading, like drinking cold medicine. In three large gulps you finished your glass, noticing the way Alastor’s eyes watched your throat as you drank. After finishing your second glass you began to dig into the food he’d brought, pancreas tarts, cooked kidneys and…oh good god! On the largest plate was a raw heart, fresh and bloody.

“Where did you get this? You shouldn’t have!” Your eyes went wide and your mouth began to salivate. A raw heart! Oh and it was human too! Such a fine delicacy must have taken so much begging from Alastor!

“Rosie owed me a favor. And I owe it to you, for making such a jackass of myself.”

You took another sip of your wine, feeling your face begin to flush. You helped yourself to a tart while Alastor poured himself another glass. As you ate you felt his eyes on you again, focusing on the way your teeth bit into the pastry, your swan’s neck showing your swallow, and how your tongue dragged across your lips. Feeling bold, you placed your feet in his lap and wiped the corner of your mouth with your finger, licking the tip of it with your tongue. He swallowed, hard, his eyes growing wide.

“Are you looking at something?” Your voice a heavy seduction.

“Possibly.” He drank again. Leaning back on the arm of the couch, he placed his glass on the floor. The tips of his fingers grazed your legs, “Though I do have another question for you, if I may.”

A sultry smirk grew on your face, “That depends on what it is, Al.” God, you could see the glint in his eyes then.

Alastor looked up at you from his hooded eyes, “I’ve been wondering…about your “darling.” You arched an eyebrow; your interest piqued. “Did they ever have…you?” His breath shuddered.

“Have me, how?” You teased.

“Oh humor me my dear,” He purred

You smirked and shifted your legs in his lap. “Hmm, maybe once or twice…” You sit up from your recline and crawl onto his lap.

“What sorts of things did they do to you?”

Running your fingers down his chest you savored the way he squirmed and shifted, “All sorts of unholy things”

Alastor choked on his breath, his eyes transfixed on your face. Slowly, he caught it, regaining a certain boldness afterwards. His hand found the top of your stocking, fingering the nylon taut to your thighs. “Getting rather comfortable aren’t we my dear?”

The smirk you had deepened and you pulled in closer, feeling the heat of his breath tickle your cheeks. You looked into his eyes, “I could get much more comfortable if you like, Al.” For what seemed like ages you lingered, until you felt you had tortured the man enough. Slowly, you leaned in, seemingly ready to kiss his shiny red lips. Grinning, you pulled a piece of dry skin from his bottom lip between your teeth, peeling it to show the bleeding flesh beneath.

You sat back on his lap and spat out the skin. Looking at him, you saw that hunger in his eyes again. That fine line of decorum the two of you had with one another, ignoring the lingering gazes and longing touches, all thrown away with one bite. Underneath, you could feel his arousal beginning to grow hard. You rolled your hips slightly into him, earning a throaty groan from Alastor. From the silver dining cart you pulled the piece de resistance, that raw bleeding heart, and sunk your teeth into it, tasting the sweet flavor of iron. Trails of blood dripped from your mouth onto your decolletage, slowly turning brown and flaky.

Alastor’s breath heaved, growing even harder from that sultry cannibalistic display. He pulled you towards him and pressed your mouth to his, saccharine saliva mixing with sanguine. His tongue slid and twisted about yours, savoring every inch of its taste. You pulled away from him to catch your breath, making him whine. Leaning in again, he dragged his tongue along your neck, cleaning up the drying strings of blood.

Both of you straightened up then, him holding you proper now. One hand ran its fingers through his shiny red hair and the other cupped his aching sex, so taut against his trousers.

“Is that what you were so upset about Al? If they fucked me or not?” You purred into his ear.

The tips of your fingers fluttered over his hip, tracing its edge before returning to his cock. “I bet you wondered if I did this to them, didn’t you?” A small nip was placed on his neck, leaving a red half-moon. Your breath grew hot against his cheek as you whispered into his ear again,

“Maybe I did, and maybe I did so many more dirty things to them.”

Alastor enraptured your mouth in another needy kiss. His words heavy with radio static, “What sort of things my dear? Or are you all talk?” Your grin widened seeing the shock in his eyes when you began to unbutton his overcoat.

“Let me show you.”

Four little words was all it took to send him over the edge. Picking you up, his hands traced over all the parts of your succulent body. When he flopped you on the bed, hair as tousled as a pin-up, you reached out a stockinged leg to him, that devious look on your face growing. Oh how badly he wanted to have you, hastily unzipping your dress as you stripped him down to his undershirt and trousers. Deft fingers hooked around the tops of your stockings, pulling them down as fast as they could. You dropped his trousers and took off his shirt, admiring all of that soft, gray skin.

You pressed your mouth to the flesh of his stomach, blessing it with small love-bites that made him shudder. All along his torso you left red patches and traced your cool fingertips along the hard edges where his ribs poked out. You tilted your head up and moved his hands to the straps of your brasserie, exposing all of your hot, yearning flesh. He cupped a breast and lied on top of you. Grinding his sex to yours he moaned into your mouth. It had been so…so long since you’d been wanted, since someone pressed their body to yours and you felt all of their heat as they slid into you, over and over again.

“Al,” You breathed

“What is it?”

“Get on your back.”

And so he did.

Alastor’s back against the mattress and your palms against his chest, you let him enter you. He let out a string of curses when you did, and even more when you started moving in those easy rolling motions. Those large hands of his held the curve of your waist as you rode him, his eyes half-lidded as he watched your breasts bounce.

“The first time I saw you…” You began, going a little faster, “I wanted you,” You heard a small thud as he dropped his head against the pillows.

“I thought about you kissing me and touching me all over” That’s when the pulses of pleasure started to build up, prickling you in sweet needles that went all the way up your spine.

“And about you sticking your fingers in me and..and your tongue too” You felt your face heat up and your sex grow slicker, admitting those indecent thoughts you only entertained during late nights when your fingers wandered. Alastor gripped your waist tighter, making your rhythm harsher. You looked down on him, his eyes glazed over with euphoria, and felt your mouth pool with saliva.

Digging your nails into the skin of his chest you kept on. “For a whole week I couldn’t keep from slipping my hands between my legs.” Your voice, thick and hoarse. “I wanted to know what you tasted like, if-if your mouth tasted like blood,” that was when he quickened the pace even more. Your sex was so hot and wet, all the way at the base of your spine you could feel your orgasm coming to you, a full-body shiver that made your eyes well with tears.

The last part was what sent him over the edge though.

“Sometimes, I’d bite myself so I could taste the blood when I’d touch-” was all it took to make him come.

Fuck it felt good too. A weak falsetto escaped your mouth when he released, so warm and filling. That’s what made you reach your end too. You clawed your nails in his skin so deep there were two broken half-moons on his chest. Your thighs clenched against his torso, quivering, as you could feel your body become as light and floaty as chiffon.

Alastor let the both of you ride it out, that sweet joyous bliss. When your mind returned from the heaven it was sent to, you leaned over, resting on top of him. He moved you gently, pressing you closely to his chest. For a while, neither of you spoke, the air lingering with the smell of sweat and blood and sex. You ran your fingers through his hair again; He kissed the back of your hand before speaking.

“If I’d known all that would come out of making you angry at me, I would’ve earned your ire a long while ago.” You rolled your eyes, flicking his chest playfully.

“Perhaps we could do this again, without the arguing?” You propose, “You’re quite good at it.”

A smile stretched across his face as he played with a lock of hair that rested near your face, “Expect nothing less from an overlord of hell cher.” One of his hands slid to your lower back, tracing small circles on that creamy flesh.

“How about we try one more time without the arguing, for good measure?”

You smirked and kissed him again. All for good measure.

#hazbin hotel #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #alastor #alastor the radio demon #hazbin hotel smut #alastor x y/n #hazbin hotel alastor x reader #hazbin alastor x reader #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin hotel imagines #fanfic request

522 notes · View notes

pearlesscentt · 8 months

Text

love in the little things : svt hip-hop unit

── alternatively: the times when actions whisper softly, but the love speaks volumes.

svt (hiphop unit) x reader, established relationship, fluff , 642 words

vocal unit | performance unit

꒰ 🫧 ꒱ — there's a sense of calmness that SEUNGCHEOL feels when he drives around with you right by his side. whether it's the daily commute to work or a night out with your friends, he insists on being the one to take you there. "i find peace in it," he said one time when you asked him about it.

and sure, the experience of driving beside him is a joy in its own right, but what tugs at your heartstrings the most is his steadfast commitment to punctuality. you had mentioned to him once how being made to wait on your own makes you anxious; he understood this unease, that's why he never lets you experience that anxiety. it washes you with relief and comfort to see him patiently waiting for you when you get out the door.

for more of this, check out open road promises.

꒰ 🫧 ꒱ — like the pitter-patter of the raindrops, it became a pattern on countless occasions already. it was instinct for WONWOO that every time it rained; he would subtly shift the umbrella he was holding up for the both you, so that you would get more than enough shade to keep you dry.

whether it was a drizzle or a downpour, he would position the umbrella at an angle just to give you more shelter. every now and then, he would even steal glances at you to make sure you were comfortable, without a care for the rain-soaked shirt clinging to his arm. it was a gesture he never talked about and never seem to have to think twice about — his tiny habit that means so much to you.

in the midst of the rain, wonwoo never fails to wrap you up in the most beautiful kind of warmth.

꒰ 🫧 ꒱ — with his wholehearted belief that what's his is yours, MINGYU loves to give you the best bites of every food he eats. initially, you thought it was just a simple act of sharing, which was already sweet in itself. yet, during a cozy movie night at his place, the realization hit as you both were enjoying a bag of gummy bears. it dawned on you that he had been actively avoiding your favorite colors, making sure that you had them all to yourself.

since that moment, you grew more aware of it: the cheesiest slice of pizza, the fudgiest corner of a brownie, the juiciest chicken drumsticks, the scoop of ice cream with the largest chunk of cookie dough, and the portion of the corn dog with the perfect cheese-to-dough ratio, among many others. his smile that radiates joy and fulfillment every time he does it — a wordless testament to his love for you.

꒰ 🫧 ꒱ — you smiled as soon as you saw VERNON's name flash on your phone screen. though you never know what to expect, it was a familiar occurrence in your day-to-day — his penchant for sending you the most random texts in the most random times throughout the day.

"look what i just saw that reminded me of you!" one of them read, it was then followed by a picture of puddle in the shape of a heart. this has become a delightful routine that never ceases to make your heart jump every time you feel your phone vibrate, notifying you of a new message. but it doesn't stop with images of heart-shaped objects; he sends factoids ("did you know that honey never spoils?"), casual updates of what he's up to ("babe i spilled water on myself and now i look like i peed my pants"), little reminders for you ("don't forget to eat today okay?"), and your favorite of all, his tiny confessions of love ("i love you and i can't wait to see you later!").

the spontaneity of it is what you loved about it. the thought that during arbitrary moments in his day, his thoughts are filled with you.

svt masterlist | navigation ── reblogs and feedbacks are highly appreciated !

#svt #svt imagines #seventeen x reader #seventeen imagines #svt x reader #svt scenarios #svt headcanons #svt fluff #scoups x reader #wonwoo x reader #mingyu x reader #mingyu imagines #vernon x reader #scoups imagines #wonwoo imagines #vernon imagines #seventeen scenarios #seventeen fluff

713 notes · View notes

blindbeta · 1 month

Note

So, I've been writing a blind character who cooks. So far, I've written him as being someone who relies a lot on routine and habit, who navigates the kitchen by touch and by memory. He's a bit rigid, and insists on using his own tools, which are color coded (he can see them up close with what residual vision he has) and marked with braille, but I was wondering what other tools a blind person might use when cooking.

A Bunch of Stuff For Blind People Who Want to Cook

I don’t know where and when your story takes place, so what is used might change depending on the character. Here are some options to get you started. There are many tools and techniques devoted to making cooking easier. I don’t know as much about the subject, so I’ll do my best. Please add any other ideas in the notes.

First, the creator @canseecantsee on YouTube and TikTok is an excellent resource. She has lots of videos showcasing how she cooks and does various daily tasks. She demonstrates the use of many tools, such as heat resistant gloves and high contrast items. Here is a video in which she demonstrates chopping vegetables.

Notice the high contrast items such as the yellow chopping board and purple knife. In the video, she demonstrates use of the towel or a place mat beneath the cutting board to prevent slipping. As she cuts a cucumber, tomatoes, and onions, she also uses a technique that allows her to feel the edge of the item so that she knows where she wants to cut and how thick the slices will be.

Here is a video by TheBlindLife showcasing his accessible kitchen. He has excellent points on the importance of contrast, from color contrast to shape contrast. The video includes

bump dots

labels

high contrast colors of tools

high contrast plates and bowls

talking scale and thermometer

heat resistant gloves

and alternatives for glass cups

High contrast is important and can be created by being mindful of the kind of countertops or tables used. For example, in the video, there is a triangular plate that is decorated like a pizza slice. Eating on this plate might cause food to get lost visually, especially food that has the same colors as the plate. Much like the plate, counters or tablecloths with busy patterns might cause items to be harder to see due to lack of contrast. Plain counters, tables, or tablecloths make items stand out more.

Additionally, creating contrast between surfaces and the items on them is helpful. The table is a dark wood? Light plates, bowls, and cups it is. The counter is plain white? The plates and bowls are a dark color.

For glass cups, the video offers solid, colorful plastic cups that offer better contrast. The fact that glasses are clear makes them even more of a challenge and colorful plastic alleviates that concern. However, if someone wants to use glass cups, they can use some that are either made with colorful glass or have color somewhere on them. This might help depending on the contrast and lighting.

In addition to memory, your character can also use labels and various markers. Sharpie, different colors and shapes, textural elements like bump dots, actual Braille or large print labels, tape, stickers, string, or ribbon. Label makers are great, but plenty of other options exist, particularly considering the aesthetic the kitchen has. He may also enjoy decorating this way since he has residual vision. Ribbons tied around containers of sugar, salt, and flour can be cute and functional.

A few other ideas after searching cooking stuff:

talking items, such as a blender, rice cooker, or microwave oven

marking speed on electric mixers or other devices

talking, high contrast, or large print timers

funnel or liquid level indicator

Braille or large print labeled measuring cups

individual bowls for portions, such as soup, rice, sauces, proteins, etc. Different shapes, sizes, or color could also indicate what food item typically goes in what bowl.

You can also come up with other ideas by thinking about what your character would use and how that might be done more easily. While I prefer characters use blindness techniques and assistive devices, people also naturally make things easier for themselves through organization and creating their own labels. A person who cooks might also be able to distinguish certain ingredients by smell or texture.

Another tip I have is to watch blind content creators on social media. Chances are, some of them show themselves cooking or discuss how they do it.

Lighting is also going to be a big deal. The kitchen will need good lighting, both overhead and under cabinets. Natural lighting is also great, although this is not as reliable or constant.

What he uses might also depend on various factors such as income; how often a character cooks; amount of available space; time period and setting; cultural practices around cooking, eating, and utensils used; access to the blind community; willingness to use assistive devices for blind people; any internalized ableism or ableism from family; and level of vision.

Hope that helps.

#blind #blind characters #writing blind characters #accessibility #disability #ableism #kitchen #cooking #accessible cooking #labeling #ask

224 notes · View notes

enkas-illusion · 7 months

Text

One of Your Guys

One of Your Guys - Part 1/3

Fandom / Pairing: Jujutsu Kaisen / Choso x f!reader

Rating: NSFW/Explicit - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Content Warning: Fluff, kissing, language, hurt/comfort, slight make out

Chapter Summary: You rant to your friend Choso about your crush and things take an unexpected turn when he confesses something that catches you off guard.

Author's Note: Hello, this is my first attempt at a short story. All characters are in their mid 20s. This is a pure cheesy, sappy, in-your-feelings vibe condensed into a 3-part story. If you enjoy it, feel free to like, reblog or comment; I’d love to know your thoughts. Thank you for reading!

~ Eren's Birdie

Song Dedication: One Of Your Girls by Troye Sivan

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

“I really hate to be that person but… I told you so.”

You look at your friend with narrowed eyes, fighting the urge to roll them at him. If you knew you were in for a talking-to when you called Choso over to rant about the shit-show that you call your love life, you would’ve reconsidered it.

His face shows no sympathy for his poor heartbroken friend as he leans against your kitchen counter with his hands crossed at his chest. And rightly so, why would he anyway? Afterall, he’d told you to confess your feelings to your crush before it was too late and now here you are, admitting that ‘too late’ had arrived sooner than you’d expected.

“I know but I was scared of ruining our friendship, okay?” You sigh as your shoulders slump down. He simply shrugs at you as he walks towards the microwave when it beeps. His back is turned to you and a few seconds pass as you observe him following the usual routine.

You wonder whether making hot chocolate can be fixed into one's muscle memory. In that moment, you believe it might as well be the case for Choso as he takes the hot milk out, pulling the spoon out of the drawer while simultaneously grabbing the cocoa container from the shelf above him.

You want to laugh at how ridiculous it all seems. It’s not just the ritual of making hot chocolate, but the ranting sessions along with it that have turned into a daily occurance. How many times have you made your poor friend listen to you crib about your unrequited, unnoticed love for your best friend, Satoru?

In your defence, Choso was the one who’d initially annoyed you to death to get the info out of you. The genius that he is, Choso had figured out that you liked Satoru based on the way you interacted with the latter at a common friend’s house party. If someone were to ask Choso, he would tell them that your eyes would quite literally turn into heart shapes whenever Satoru talked to you.

“I’m sure you’d understand how I’m feeling if you were in my shoes.” you add as he stirs the spoon in the mug. He stills for a split second before continuing the movement.

“Chosoooo say somethin-” you trail off when he turns around to look at you as if he’s fed up with your bullshit.

He walks towards you and hands you one of the mugs before making his way to the living room. You mutter a small ‘thank you’ as you follow behind him. When you’re settled on the sofa, you sit with your legs folded on the seat to face him as he leans back on the opposite end.

As he takes a few sips of his hot chocolate, he can see your brain working overtime to come up with a summary to explain all that you’re currently feeling. He almost finds your struggle to speak up adorable, when usually you always have 10 things to say and then some more.

“Fine, tell me exactly what he said.” Choso breaks the silence to give you an opening.

Your eyes soften with relief at his statement as you take a sip from your mug, “So… yesterday Satoru had invited me to a common friend’s house party but I had declined since I wanted to sleep the weekend away. And when I woke up in the morning, I opened Instagram to scroll a bit as usual and saw Satoru had added to his close friends’ story. I figured it’d be the usual party snaps… I was already feeling the fomo of not going so I clicked on it right away… and what do you know??? THE FIRST FUCKING PHOTO is of this pretty girl on his lap and he’s kissing her cheek. I swear it felt like my heart had dropped to my stomach.” you pause to take a few sips.

“Wait so based on a single snap, you assumed he’s dating her?” Choso frowns, visibly confused.

“No, of course not! Since Satoru often does get touchy like that with me as well, I did not want to assume so I replied to the story. I said something on the lines of ‘congrats on getting the girl big man, don’t forget about me though ahahaha.’”

This time you pause to observe Choso’s expressions and he’s visibly cringing hard. “Don’t say it… I’m aware how pathetic it is.” you pout as you fidget with a thread that’s sticking out of the sofa pillow.

Choso swats your hand away to stop your fidgeting before he gently squeezes one of your feet with his free hand that isn’t holding his mug. “Poor baby,” he teases as he rubs circles over your skin, “Go on, I promise I won’t tease you.”

“Well, he read that within seconds and I got a call from him. He sounded a bit reserved at first as he broke the news to me… apparently, they’d been talking to each other for about a month… I had no idea,” you take a deep breath as it pains you to say the next sentence, “Last night, Satoru kissed her and confessed his feelings. Turns out she feels the same way for him so now they’re together. I said congratulations and cut the call… he sounded so happy.”

You turn your face to avoid Choso’s gaze, trying hard not to let the tears slip from your eyes. He moves closer to you as he places both of your mugs on the coffee table. He pulls you by your wrists, guiding your arms around his waist as his own wrap around your shoulders. As your face rests on his chest, you start sobbing silently.

“Shhh, it’s okay, it’ll pass.” he tries to console you, brushing his fingers through your hair.

“What if I don’t want it to pass? I should be happy that the man I consider to be my best friend has found such a perfect girl for himself, but here I am, wishing it were me instead. Am I a bad friend for feeling that way?” you look up at him, still teary eyed.

“No, you’re not a bad friend. Your emotions are all over the place because something unexpected has happened. You weren’t anticipating this so you’re hurt and it’s okay to feel sad. You’re here crying in front of me instead of trying to sabotage his relationship or whatever… that is proof enough that you’d rather deal with the hurt than hurt other people.” you sigh as you listen to your friend’s soothing words.

You rest your head on his shoulder as you close your eyes. Choso rubs your back gently before adding, “You’d only be a bad friend if you refuse to wipe your tears and snot off my t-shirt later. I’m not even kidding, I want this shit washed with that soft fabric conditioner you have, all crisp and ironed to perfection!”

You slap him where your hands were resting on his lower back, causing him to let out a tiny wail. It causes you to laugh for the first time after having been sad all day long.

Choso moves away, breaking the hug to create some space between as he hands your not-so-hot chocolate back to you. His knuckles rub your cheek to wipe the wet trail that had been left behind by your tears. He opens the palm of his hand to rest it against your cheek gently.

“I know you may not feel like it now, but you’re going to be fine.” he smiles as he reassures you.

You place your hand on top of his as you lean further into his touch, finding it a little too comforting. In an attempt to take the focus away from your problems, you ask him, “Have you ever liked someone who didn’t like you back?”

“Hmm…you.” he nods. You smack his hand away as you sit up straight.

“Choso! Be serious! You never tell me anything about your love life! You’re always joking around.” you complain.

“That’s because there’s nothing there to tell! I tell you about all the other aspects of my life cause they’re much more entertaining than my love life.” he answers with a tone of sincerity. You pout, not convinced.

He rolls his eyes at your persistence and adds, “Well what do you want to hear about? Would you rather have me talk about all the Tinder dates I fuck and never see again?”

You scrunch your face at the crudeness of his words, “Nope.”

“My point exactly… anyway do you want to watch something?” he asks as he grabs the remote. You nod as you both gulp down the remaining of your drinks. You get up and take the mugs to the kitchen to wash them while Choso scrolls away on Netflix.

When you return to sit next to him, his arm grabs your waist to pull you in closer to cuddle as he presses play. You rest your head on his shoulder as it begins. When you realise what he’s playing, you tilt your head up to look at him. “Really? Bridgerton?”

“Yeah… and season 2 cause it’s the better one. We literally have the whole evening to binge” he states, unprovoked by your almost condescending tone. You decide not to tease him about it.

Before you realise it, hours pass by and you’ve binged half of the show. As the characters were introduced, Choso filled you in on the details and it almost felt like you hadn’t missed season 1 at all. There was additional unnecessary commentary that came along with his explanation of plot points, but you weren’t complaining.

Spending time with your friend like this, where the heartache you felt this morning seemed dull in comparison to laughing at his lame jokes, is exactly what you needed to relax. You let the chatter in your brain melt away and instead focus your awareness on the present moment – a task that had almost felt impossible before you’d asked Choso to come over in the afternoon.

Cuddling so close to him, you notice the smell of his perfume is a lot stronger. You breathe in his scent, a smoky wooden smell with just a tiny hint of something sweet to it. It’s a distinctly familiar scent you’ve grown accustomed to ever since the two of you began cuddling together during your frequent movie nights. The dynamic you shared with Choso was similar to your relationship with Satoru, minus the romantic feelings you had for the latter.

Choso’s right arm rested around your waist while the other rubbed lazy circles on your knee, whereas your right hand was resting on his chest with your torso leaning into his side. And while there was an unspoken agreement that even cuddling with Choso was platonic; your flatmate, Mia, was certain that it was only a matter of time before something would happen between the two of you.

You’re grateful she’s not at home for the weekend to tease you about tonight. If she saw the two of you right now, the teasing you’d have to endure would be insufferable. You smile to yourself when you think about it.

When you get to the scene where Anthony goes feral over Kate’s scent, you joke about how you feel the same way about Choso’s perfume.

“You like my perfume?” he asks, surprised, making sure he heard you right.

“Always have.” you admit, “I know it’s oud, but what’s the sweet floral scent with it?”

“Jasmine.”

“Oh… I like it. It’s perfect, not too sweet, not too harsh.” you say, trying not to be too obvious as you try to sniff at his t-shirt. Before you get a chance to do so, he leans back and shifts his torso to lean in closer to your neck instead.

“Are you wearing any right now? I never really noticed your scent.” he speaks softly and you can feel his breath on the side of your neck. You pull back instantly, feeling flustered and hot. You blink a few times before you shake your head side to side. He chuckles as he goes back to his original position, his focus shifting back to the TV.

Is he seriously oblivious to how close you two just were or does it simply not faze him at all?

You mentally slap yourself for misinterpreting his seemingly innocent actions. He leans back comfortably with one hand on top of the headrest and you shift back into his embrace. A few minutes pass before his hand behind you moves closer to caress your neck, you feel goosebumps rise on your lower spine as you move away from his touch.

“What?” he asks, confused.

Either this man is an idiot, or he’s fucking with you to rile you up.

He pauses the show to hear what you have to say. “Don’t do that. It feels… ticklish.” you choose your words wisely.

“Well, it wasn’t my intent- aww, are you ticklish?” he inquires mischievously as he raises an eyebrow. Before you can answer, he grabs one of your feet as he roughly yanks it, making your back fall flat on the sofa. You let out a shriek as he moves on top of you and cages you between his arms, ready to tickle you.

You start yelling at him to stop, laughing hysterically as he tickles you. You try pushing him away but fail to do so as his muscular figure leans even closer to yours. You have tears in your eyes from laughing and after a while, you’re basically begging him to stop.

When he finally stops, he looks at you with a smug smile of victory on his face as your laughter slowly dies down. There’s a moment of silence when your eyes meet and you get a strange feeling in your stomach. Maybe butterflies, but possibly anxiety for what your instinct tells you is about to happen.

You notice Choso’s gaze move down to your lips and you mimic him. He involuntarily licks his lips as your breath hitches in your chest. He lowers his head till your faces are just inches away from each other and he gently nudges your nose with his.

His left hand moves up to the side of your neck and he caresses your jaw with his thumb. You lift your head up at the same time when he leans down and your lips meet. His lips feel plump and wet as you close your eyes.

Who kissed who first? You wonder but all of your thoughts keep getting lost before they have a chance to rise to the surface. The only thing occupying your mind is the way his lips feel on yours, your skin burning where he’s touching you.

His right hand grips your hip to push it down further into the cushions of the sofa. His hand on your neck moves down to your throat as he chokes you slightly, as if to test the waters. He smiles into the kiss when he hears you moan.

He takes the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth. The way his tongue moves has you entranced. His movements feel languid, yet they contain enough force to convey an intense passion.

Your hands move of their own accord as they make their way to hug his shoulders. He breaks the kiss as his lips leave a trail of quick pecks down your neck. Your head tilts back to give him better access. He sucks on the spot just below your ear and your palms bundle up his t-shirt, creasing the fabric.

You moan louder than you’d intended to when he bites the spot and his fingers dig into the meat of your thigh. You feel the heat rise to your cheeks as he licks a strip up along the front of your neck. He hooks your leg that he’s holding around his lower back and presses his hips down to grind against yours.

“Fuck… Choso-,” you say, out of breath. You can feel how hard he is through his sweatpants. He lifts his head up and his hair is all messed up, the smaller strands have escaped the bounds of his hair tie and frame his face in a way you can only describe as delicious. He kisses you on the mouth once again and you have to close your eyes shut to regain your composure.

As much as you don’t want him to stop, you know better than to let the situation escalate even further. Your hands move to his chest and you firmly place them there but don’t push him away.

Fuck. About time you tell him to stop.

You move your head to the side as you try speaking softly, “Chos-”, but he grabs your face to turn it back to him and bites your lower lip, continuing the kiss. You’re pretty sure he can feel your wetness as he grinds his hips, pressing against you. You groan at how good it feels.

You kiss him back, pulling him impossibly closer by his t-shirt. He pulls your bottom lip with his teeth again before releasing it. “Fuck… baby, you feel so good,” he groans as his hand pulls your t-shirt down and his face moves to your collarbone to leave another hickey.

“Ahhh… Choso, please,” you moan at his touch. He comes back up again as he stares down at your neck, proud of the light mark he knows is going to turn dark purple later. He kisses you on the lips once again.

Before your desire wins over the rational part of your brain, you press your hands firmly to his chest. He leans back a bit as he understands what you mean. He reluctantly moves away from your face but his hands still hold you in place. His eyes look hazy and full of lust. By the way he looks at you, you’re certain yours don’t look any different either.

So much for not wanting to fuck up another friendship.

“We can’t...” you mumble, but clear your throat to speak up clearly, “Choso, we can’t do this.”

“Why not?” he retorts softly, his thumb moving across your bottom lip. You sigh as you grab his wrist to remove his hand. He moves his hand through his hair to push back the stray strands as he sits back up to create space between you two.

For a split-second, you find yourself missing his warmth before you sit up straight to look at him. You envelop his hand into yours and you hold it like that as he waits for you to speak up.

“This feels strange… I don’t want to make you feel as if I’m just using your body to get over Satoru. It already feels like I’m gonna lose him as my best friend, I don’t want to lose you too…” you trail off as you lower your head with shame.

“What if I didn't mind you using me to get over your stupid crush?” he replies. It was the last thing you’d expected him to say. Your eyes widen in surprise as you look up at him.

“I think it’s pretty evident that I have a thing for you,” he continues as he looks down at his crotch. Your eyes follow his and you can see the imprint of his hard on over his sweatpants. You look away quickly, not wanting to ogle at the sight.

“It’s just your dick talking…” you almost whisper, not wanting him to hear your accusatory tone. He pulls his hand out of your grasp before running his fingers through his hair once again in frustration.

You know you hit a nerve when he groans slightly as he speaks up, “Far from it… I’ve liked you for a while now. But you’re so blinded by your crush for that blue-eyed snowflake fuck that you can’t see anyone else. Least someone who can treat you far better than he does. Anyone can tell that you have a crush on him… Satoru knows, your eyes tell, he just conveniently ignores it. I’m not sure why you’re so crazy over him but it hurts me more than I'd like to admit when all you care about is Satoru this, Satoru that. Fuck Satoru! What the fuck is it going to take for you to finally see me?”

You’re speechless. Your brain feels like it has stopped computing altogether.

What the fuck?

Even if you want to say something, you fall short of the right words. Your lips part to speak but close again. Choso notices this and his jaw tightens. He mumbles a ‘be right back’ as he gets up abruptly and makes his way towards the washroom.

You’re still sitting in your place when he returns after a few minutes. The edge of his hairline is wet but he’s dried his face. As if washing his face had washed away his agitated state of mind, he looks more composed now.

“Choso..” you get up quickly and walk to him.

“It’s getting late, I better leave. I’m sorry.” he interrupts you. He turns away from you and walks towards the apartment door. You follow behind him quickly as you call out his name again. He knows how much you hate leaving things hanging in a limbo till the next meeting.

He turns around and cups your face with both his hands. They’re cold now. His eyes meet yours as he speaks, “It’s okay… I shouldn’t have sprung that on you like that. You’re going through your own shit. I shouldn’t add more onto it.”

He smiles and leans down to kiss your forehead. You try speaking up but he interrupts you once again. He does not want to give you an opening. He wants to leave things in a limbo tonight. He wants to remember the way your lips felt and not let it be overshadowed by your rejection that came after.

“We’re okay,” he presses and you know he’s not going to listen to you tonight. “Goodnight.”

You put your hands on top of his to hold them in place when you sense him pulling them away. He moves them away regardless and instead squeezes both of your hands. His touch feels so different from how it was just a few minutes ago and you want to cry.

You can’t help but feel as if you’ve ruined your friendship and you feel him slipping away. Maybe you’re being a bit dramatic but he’s being so formal and indifferent that it almost makes you feel sick.

“Hey,” he stops your train of thought, “I’ll see you later, okay?”

No, please stay. You want to say but you don’t dare to. You can’t… not with everything that just happened.

“Goodnight.” you force a smile at him and he squeezes your hands once more before leaving.

You stand there, staring at your closed door for a good few minutes before you turn the TV off completely and retire to your bedroom. Every single scenario and all the endless outcomes play in your head but above everything else, Choso’s confession of his feelings for you plays in your head on loop like a broken record.

You’re still unsure of how you feel about it as you fall asleep an hour later, still thinking about him. You hope in desperation that come morning, you’ll be wiser at deciphering the mess of your emotions a bit better.

MDNI banner: @benkeibear

#erensbirdie #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jujutsukaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen choso #choso kamo #choso x reader #jjk choso #choso #choso smut #choso x you #choso jjk #jjk #jujutsu kaisen

223 notes · View notes

sorrowfulmuse · 8 months

Note

Hi! Could you write some hc’s for Syzoth/Reptile where the reader is just completely enamoured with him?

♡:: syzoth x gn!reader (short headcanons)

✩:: whoop whoop! how do we like the new user? it’s kinda boring so i’ll switch it around couple of times 😭 but anyways thank you for requesting syzoth! i don’t know much about him but i'm rewatching the play through TT, he’s such a sweetheart! also later this week i’ll be opening requests again and all my drafts for older requests will be posted with a time schedule and then requests will be closed again! pls read this before requesting!

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀🦎 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀

the feeling will be very much mutual

you wouldn’t admit it but you found yourself by his side each morning until the sun kissed the moon goodbye

watching from afar as he did his daily routine, kitana swore she saw your eyes became heart shaped

you got to know him a little more once mileena caught on and gave you both a task to do around the temple

and from that day on, you sent the empress many thanks

syzoth was pretty awkward when he finally spoke but eventually calmed himself when he saw and just felt how comfortable you around him (his heart swelled)

your heart sung when he would smile at you, the way it’ll twirl and dance when he would say your name like a lyric from a song.. oh man you were down bad

you’ll try to help him certain tasks from the empress or follow him to sun'do and window shop as you both share stories from your culture to your adventures

you couldn’t lie to yourself, syzoth was more charismatic than people give him credit for. he’s not awkward but rather just more on the quiet side.

you’re not sure if he does it on purpose but there is times where you’ll catch him staring at you for a good while and only smiles back when you make eye contact with him

it’s like an arrow to your heart, he’s definitely doing that on purpose

you didn’t know how attach you were to syzoth until it came as a surprise when your peers pointed it out each time, "you’re by his side the moment you wake!" they would joke

although they teased and teased you, the immediately guilt fell upon your shoulders. were you really being THAT oblivious with your feelings?

but not for long, syzoth himself would put an end to their endless teasing

he would admit that he didn’t mind at all that you were by his side and that he deeply enjoyed your company just as long as you enjoyed his as well

you could feel the tiny fireworks light off when he would grab your hand to reassure you

262 notes · View notes

sargeant-bxrnes · 1 year

Text

long days & rewards.

✦ summary; rafe had a long day at work, so you come up with an idea to make him feel so much better.

✦ warnings: mentions of drugs, rafe struggling slightly w his mental health & self doubt, mentions of ward. | SMUT: oral (male receiving), unprotected sex, floor sex (is that a thing???)

word count: 2.8K

my masterlist! | requests are open!

The front door slammed shut and a heavy sigh followed, you heard attentively while your eyes focused on the stove in front of you— you didn't have to turn your head to see who it was, you knew already by the routine that followed: shoes on the doormat, keys on a glass bowl, jacket on the coat-rack.

Some silent steps followed, and soon you felt a couple of strong arms wrapping around your body, his chest pressing against your back as he softly placed a kiss on your temple. The scent of his cologne mixed with his own personal one relaxed you, allowing yoursef to untense in his arms.

Now that you two had gotten married, Rafe was trying to be a better man, a better lover for you. And taking into account that he's making an effort to be a good husband, it wasn't odd for Rafe act like this, although most of the times it meant that his mood wasn't at its best.

When he's the one to initiate physical, affectionate moments like this one, with soft kisses and caresses... it usually means something happened and his attitude was affected, it's hard to pinpoint if he's sad, stressed, or mad... it's up for you to figure that part out.

He didn't say anything, he just took a deep breath, inhaling the scent from the dinner dish you were currently cooking mixed with the smell of your shampoo and your daily perfume, the one he absolutely loves. One of his arms loosened around you, and Rafe began to fidget with the edge of the clothing you were currently wearing— it was one of his shirts, the edge of it reached the middle of your thigh, so soon enough Rafe was mindlessly tracing shapes on your skin as he observed your hands cooking.

"How was your day, my love?” you finally decided to ask, since he had yet to say a word.

"Long," He sighed, his body tensed as he unwrapped his arms from your body and took a deep breath, you frowned slighly, as you didn't intend to make him feel bad, or to even remind him of it. "Shitty."

"What happened?" you asked softly, taking a glance at him and seeing him standing by the table, pouring himself some wine in advance.

"I'm still adjusting to it all, you know, to being their boss," he began to explain, taking a zip from the wine as if to clear his throat. "And the guys… my employees, don't seem to like the change. They all treat me like-like- I don't know. They look at me and all they see is Ward's son, they treat me like I'm an idiot, like I don't know shit about the business, they don't see me as their boss, you know? No matter how hard I try to be."

"Oh baby," you said with a frown as you kept stirring the pot, though your eyes were on Rafe. "I'm sure you're a great boss and you're doing an incredible job."

"They don't act like it, though. When they look at me, all they see is the Kook Prince, Ward's son, the guy who used to get high on his free time, and that bothers the shit out of me. I'm so much more than that, yeah? My father saw it, saw potential, that's why he made me CEO. So, I- I don't know why the fuck they act like this, like I'm an idiot. It fucking pisses me off."

Rafe had indeed changed. When you met him he was a mess, getting high all the time, having a hard time controling his impulses and his anger, and with severe addiction issues. Although, with time and your help he began to get better, to stabilize himself, but sure, there's times when the old Rafe takes a peek and he acts like a complete asshole, but he's trying to be better, to change. It's a shame people don't appreciate that, it seems like Rafe fucked up way too many times for it to be excused.

"You are not that man anymore, Rafe, and sooner or later they're going to realize that. You've changed for the better," you encouraged your husband, you hated seeing him so down. "You're smart Rafe, you're a natural when it comes to your father's business and I promise it will get better."

"I sure fuckin' hope so, or I'm gonna fire them all.”

You took another glance at him and noticed just how done he looked, his shoulders were tense, his grip on the wine glass was tight, and his whole composture was stiff, and the look on his face... you've seen it plenty of times, and it doesn't mean good news.

He needs some relief, and you know exactly how to give it to him.

You turned off the stove so the food wouldn't overcook while you're busy, and then you walked to where he stood, slipping between the table and him, placing your hands softly on his chest, rubbing up and down.

'I'm proud of you." you said in all honesty.

"Yeah?" he asked with a smirk, though through all the smug attitude, you could see the glimmer in his eye, he’s not used to people being proud of him and verbally expressing it to him, so you’ve come to learn he values your encouraging words.

"Absolutely," you smirk, running your hands across his chest still. "And you know what? I wanna show you just how much I appreciate you."

"Huh," he seemed to catch on pretty fast, as his stare darkened as lust clouded his mind. "I could use some of that."

"I know," you said, taking his hand and walking both of you to the living room. "Let me take care of you."

Rafe smirked once again and leant down, catching your lips with his immediately. His hands went to your hips as you two kept walking deeper into the room, directly to the couch. Rafe sat down on the sofa, his hands keeping a secure hold on your waist, pulling you to sit on him— but you resisted, parting your lips from his, straightening your body and looking down at him.

Rafe looked up at you, slightly surprised by this, but the darkened blue of his eyes let you know he wasn't against this sudden change of tactics, if anything, he liked where this was going.

You took a step closer, standing in between his legs, Rafe began to ran his hands up your naked legs, slowly sliding them under the button down shirt of his that you were wearing, and right when he was about to reach your underwear, you softly slapped his hands away.

"Princess, don't do this to me..." he groaned, slightly annoyed.

Giving in a little, you bent down and started unbuttoning his shirt, leaning down to kiss him and begin a trail of kisses, from his lips, to his jaw and down his neck, where you slowed down and started to suck, all without leaving marks.

Your kisses continued going down, to his chest— that's when you knelt on the floor, your knees making contact with the soft carpet. Now that you were face to face with his torso, you began to kiss, licking your way down, causing a hiss and a groan to escape his lips.

"Hey, don't tease me." he almost chastised, looking down at you.

"This? This is barely teasing," you said in a playful tone, your hands now moving to buckle of his belt, unfastening it as your eyes remained in his. "I'm doing nothing."

"Keep playing around and you'll see what happens, yeah?" His voice, his tone and the look on his eyes alone could've been enough to make you surrender, but where was the fun in that? whenever Rafe got in this particular 'mood', the nights were mindblowing. It was worth the risk.

You unzipped his pants and he moved his hips up, making it easier for you to pull his pants and his boxers down his legs. His dick was soon free, hard and ready for you to do something. You looked up at him through your lashes. He was looking down at you intently, eyes dark as his tongue slid over his lips– he looked desirable.

Looking at his eyes still, you licked up his length, all the way from the base to the tip, he let out an almost inhuman groan to that, and it made you instantly squeeze your legs to get some sort of friction.

To get that sound out of him again, you licked his tip again, to then circle it with your tongue— noticing the clear teasing, Rafe took a fistful of your hair and harsly made you look up at him.

"Stop teasin' and put your pretty mouth to use, princess. " he said firmly, the words ceasing to be an order, turning into a warning.

With nothing but a look his way, you took him in your mouth, as deep as he could go, slowly bobbing your head up and down, whenever you got near the tip, you would hollow your cheeks around him.

"Oh shit, just like that– fuck- just like that," he said, it was more of a groan mixed with a moan, though. You pulled him out of your mouth and licked his length again, keeping eye contact. "Fuck me... that's so fucking hot."

His praise went straight to your core, you were so wet it was probably starting to drip down your legs, but you didn't care.

You once again took him in your mouth and pumped whatever didn't fit, and not too long after, his breath became ragged, he wrapped his hand around your hair and started moving your head to whatever rhythm he needed as his moans turned desperate, which meant he was about to cum.

So you did your thing, sucking one last time as he came in your mouth, letting out a string of curses that sounded almost heavenly in his now raspy voice. It genuinely took Rafe a while to recover from that orgasm, which made you feel incredibly proud of what you'd done to him– even if you felt like screaming because of how turned on you were.

He looked up at you from the couch, both of his arms stretched out on the edge, his chest moving up and down heavily, his abs contracting with each breath as a few beads of sweat trickled down his skin, his hair was messy, and his eyes were still a dark shade.

If he could have taken a mental picture of this moment, Rafe would have. You looked simply perfect, on your knees in front of him, your makeup ruined, your lipstick smeared, saliva and his cum on the corners of your lips, your eyes big and intent, pupils dilated, lips swollen, hair messy...he loved the way you looked in that moment.

He leaned in to kiss you, appreciating the way he could taste himself on your lips, his tongue entering your mouth as you straightened, wrapping your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss even more.

And without expecting it, you tugged on Rafe, pulling his body to yours as you both fell to the floor, your back against the soft carpet of the floor, and his body falling on top of yours. He let out a chuckle against your lips, as it had been unexpected but not at all annoying.

You didn't even stop to think, you just got carried away in the moment, you pushed his shirt off his shoulders and tossed it across the room.

On the other side, he removed his shirt from your body and was dealing with your underwear, however, your husband had enough and ended up tearing the clothing, ripping it off your body.

"Rafe!" You exclaimed. "My underwear!"

"It was on my fucking way," He murmured against your skin, kissing repeatedly in various areas, undecided what he wanted. "I'll buy you ten more sets."

It didn't take long for Rafe to end up buried inside you, moving his hips fiercely against yours, the tip of his cock touching your g-spot with each thrust. Your fingernails scratched at his back, as you repeatedly tried to hold on to him, but the pleasure kept winning you over.

Rafe's lips moved against yours, it was a sloppy kiss, tongue against tongue, teeth clashing, saliva mingling, but it was desperate and erotic nonetheless.

Both of your legs wrapped around his hips, finding a new angle, extremely satisfying for both of you. All sorts of things were muttered, from praise to confessions of love, there was also some dirty talk and grunting, it was feral.

He smirked as your back arched and your breasts pressed against his chest, a layer of sweat being the only thing between the two of you.

A deep, sharp, hard thrust followed, and then another, setting a rhythm that would for sure lead you right to your release at his mercy. His dick dove into you hard, fast and deep, desperate as he tried to push deeper inside you, touching parts of you that only he knew how— he had you at his mercy, doing whatever he needed to unwind after such a long day, and honestly? You loved it.

"So good to me, fuck–" you moaned, eyes rolling at the back of your head as his dick made contact with your g-spot with every thrust. "Rafe- please..."

You were rambling, begging, pleading, praising, asking. What for? He didn't know. Not a single coherent thing left your lips, just words and moans and his name— Rafe felt proud of what he was doing, he was fucking you so damn good you could barely form a sentence. It surely made him feel better after the shitty day he'd had.

He moved his body impossibly closer to yours, entrapping you under him as he placed both arms at the sides of your head, and dove his face down to your neck, kissing messily around it, wet kisses being placed all over your neck as his dick kept fucking you closer and closer to your orgasm.

You continued like this for who knows how long, Rafe kept a deep, steady, fast rhythm, each of his thrusts bringing you closer to orgasm.

And then the first clench came, and a second one, your moans began to get high-pitched as your hips attempted to chase his— all of those were telltale signs that you were about to cum. Until you did, you finished around him, clenching your walls around his cock until he finished himself as well, warm white ropes painting your insides.

Rafe fell exhausted on top of you, his sweaty body on top of yours, heavy breaths as you both tried to recover from the intense session.

When he regained his strength, he rolled off of you to lie on the carpet next to you, pulling you to him so you could lay your head on his chest, while the sound of heavy breathing was all that could be heard.

"That was..." you had no words to describe it, but the closest ones were: amazing, mind blowing, sensual, rough, hot, passionate. All rolled into one. "So fucking good."

"Yeah," Rafe said, understanding what you meant. He felt like he was in heaven, he always felt that way after having sex with you. "Fucking you is always mindblowing. It's just what I needed to unwind, thanks princess.”

"I know that," you said with an amused smile. "And I'll always be here to help you unwind, baby."

You both laid there, aware that you were naked on the living room carpet, but too comfortable to want to move, the silence was long but comfortable as you two enjoyed eachother's presence. Ever since he became CEO of Cameron Development, Rafe has been extremely busy and you hardly see him in the mornings before he leaves, and at night when he arrives, so you were going to enjoy this moment.

"Well, I can definitely cross "fucking on the floor' off my list." Rafe commented after a few moments, as his fingertips caressed your back.

"You have a sex list?" you asked curiously, lifting your head from his chest to look at him, leaning back on your arm.

"Of course," He scoffed, as if it wasn't obvious, he placed his arm under his head, so he could look at you. "I made it up when we fucked for the first time, because I knew I would never get enough of you."

"What's at the top of your list?" You questioned him, stroking his chest with your fingertips. "Where is the place you're just... dying to do it?"

"Hm, you wanna know?" he raised an eyebrow at you, and in response you nodded your head. "Come closer and I'll tell you."

Despite suspecting he was up to something, you did as he asked and moved closer to his face.

And just as your lips were about to touch yours. He started whispering over your lips the list of places he wanted to have sex with you, including the positions he imagined you in.

Admittedly, you were more than interested in making that list come true. Perhaps it would turn into a tradition, a new place every time, and when that list was done, you'd come up with a new one.

#rafe cameron #drew starkey #outerbanks rafe #rafe obx #rafe smut #rafe angst #rafe fanfiction #fic rec #rafe fic #rafe imagine #drew starkey imagine #drew starkey smut #rafe cameron obx2 #rafe cameron smut #sargeant-bxrnes

714 notes · View notes

gabessquishytum · 11 months

Note

Dream really do be having that previously neglected shelter dog rizz and y’all be putting him in Situations 😭. Please all I can see him doing is laying pathetically on the floor letting out occasional heaving sighs of sorrow as Hob just carefully steps over him (because Dream somehow always manages to be on the floor directly under where he’s about to step and Hob’s one more tumble away from just investing in a ceiling made of monkey bars).

So now all I can imagine is Dream post-divorce with Calliope (because let’s be real that man came out of the celestial womb divorced and mopey) who finds solace in Hob’s flat and Hob’s occasional attempts to heave him up both physically and emotionally. When Hob’s not frantically almost stepping on his dear friend and braining himself as a result, he’s just sort of resigned himself to the reality that Dream just kind of…lives on his floor now when he’s not in The Dreaming, so he’s like fuck it I’m just gonna keep going about my days. So Dream gets to watch Hob’s daily routines from a brand new perspective, maybe even catch a glimpse of Hob changing in his bedroom when he forgets (read: he did not forget) to close his door, and how he sings awfully in the shower, and loves burnt toast that’s practically char and makes Dream watch terrible human shows and movies all of a sudden Dream’s like oh no I’m in love with him

I just love the idea of Dream moping around looking like a lost dog caught out in the rain for so long that Hob just accepts him as a permanent fixture in the flat. He makes some room in the closet for all of Dream’s nonexistent clothes (he buys him some anyway), he gives him a cupboard in the kitchen and a drawer or two, he gets drunk and tells Dream about all his own failed relationships over the centuries. And when Hob finally snaps and tells Dream that he’s not unloveable and proves that to him by giving him a big sloppy drunk kiss, well Dream’s always wanted more than he’s got, and he can’t stop himself when he doesn’t let Hob pull away, hands gripping the thick meat of his upper thighs, teeth against teeth and gasping into each other’s mouths and suddenly Dream can’t even remember why he was so sad to begin with

I need you to know the phrase "shelter dog rizz" is sending me absolutely wheezing. Iconic.

And honestly? Yeah.

It takes a little while for Hob to get used to the man shaped creature who apparently now lives on the floor, but he figures that Dream has been Going Through Something for the last several thousand years so he probably deserves the opportunity to express his depressive episode in a relatively harmless way. He's still willing to talk to Hob, which is nice. Hob tells him about work and the pub and how he's in a hyperfixation over The Sims at the moment, which happens to him for a few week every year without fail. Dream sometimes talks about the goings on of his realm, and Matthew's shenanigans. A lot of the time he talks about how useless he feels and how, despite the fact that he ought not to feel fatigue at all, he's so tired.

Dream is surprisingly welcome company for Hob (who is lonely, though he would never ever dare to say that word to Dream again). Despite acting like a very strange rug, Dream is present and calming and when Hob lies down beside him on the floor, he feels absolutely peaceful.

Kissing Dream is absolutely the best drunken decision Hob has ever made (and there have been many). Dream melts against his body and the flicker of a smile starts in his eyes before finally quirking at the edge of his mouth.

Suddenly he's quite willing to spend less time on the floor... and more time in bed.

#the sandman #dreamling

161 notes · View notes

kiruamon · 3 months

Text

Spring through the Seasons AU

Okay. I know, I know, there are already god-AUs with the DCA. AUs where they are the god of the moon or the sun and so on. But do we also have one where they represent the seasons? Cause I was playing with this thought around in my head and this is what came out of it:

The gods or deities of the seasons live on a ring-shaped island that is evenly divided into four large areas. One for each season in which the associated god lives. The island itself is surrounded by the ocean, while it itself surrounds a large lake with a round, smaller island in the middle. So it's possible to see the neighboring areas from the lake side but not the one on the opposite of the lake, because of the island in the middle blocking the view to it. (As an example: You can see from the spring area parts of the winter and summer area but not the autumn one and so on.)

Things in these areas never change by much. Creating an everlasting spring, summer, autumn and winter in each part of the island. Also the deities haven't meet each other since they usually don't go too far to the borders of their area. Well you can probably guess that this fact will change very soon and creating a bunch of different events happening.

But for now, let's get back to the cast of characters. Who represents which season?

Summer:

It's Sun! Obvious choice here. He represents the warm season. The trees and plants on his side of the island are a rich, vibrant green. Many flowers are in bloom and luring in all kind of insects like butterflies and bees. The weather is clear most of the time and the bright blue sky is rarely overcast. Temperatures during the day can get quite warm or hot in the open air, while the nights are very mild. You can cool down best in the shade of the trees and near the lake.

Sun has his daily routine. Doing stretching exercises every morning and evening. Going jogging after his morning exercises and fishing at the lake during the afternoon and so on. He likes to keep himself busy even when doing more relaxing activities.

There are two smaller flames emitting from his back. And no he isn't a walking fire hazard, because of them. The temperatur of the flames isn't nearly as hot as one would think and they don't cause harm or burns. It's closer to the warmth of the summer sun so one might actually be able to touch them. So the flames kinda represent the warmth that life needs to grow and flourish. I just advise against touching the flames when Sun is angry, cause then the heat goes up by a lot.

Sun can be pretty competitive when challenged by a certain someone. He displays an almost childlike wonder when he discovers new things and is therefore less suspicious and more curious about them. Sun is generally cheerful and usually shows his feelings quite openly. When it comes to Y/N he can be a bit of a show off.

Autumn:

It's Eclipse! He represents the autumn.

His area comes with the colorful hues of autumn. There are colorful treetops with leaves carried by the autumn breezes. The fallen leaves gather on the ground, while some trees are already bare and mushrooms sprout from the soil. The weather in the area is changing often. On some days, the sun still shines warmly through the colorful autumn leafage, while on other days violent storms tear the leaves from the trees. It is definitely the area with the most rain and it is not uncommon for fog to gather over the land and rise above the part of the lake that lies close to Eclipse's territory.

Eclipse likes crafting a lot. Taking what his area provides him with. He will make little figures out of chestnuts, acorns and other things. Or crafting a tiny raft out of some sticks, vines and a red or yellow leaf as a sail and set it onto the lake to see it float into the distance.

I also imagine that his hands are wood like and have a wood grain on them. Fun fact: Out of him, Sun and Moon he is the only one that can swim. Fun fact two: Maybe swimming is said too much. It's more like he will just float on the water like a lump of wood if you would toss him in. If you wonder now what would happen to Sun. He would sink like a stone. So please, don't push him in deeper waters.

From all the deities he is the most chill and mature one when it comes to his personality and behaviour. He is pretty modest and willing to let others talk while being very grateful when being offered the opportunity to talk about himself or his thoughts. Sometimes he holds himself back a bit too much, overthinking the situation and needs a little nudge to understand that it's okay to say or show freely what he wants. All in all Eclipse is a very nice fellow to be around and a good partner for having long and deep conversations and will take the feelings of the ones around him into account.

Winter:

Of course it had to be Moon!

A landscape covered in snow and ice. The only green in this landscape is provided by conifers defying the cold, while snow piles up on the branches of the bare broadleaf trees. Glistening icicles hang from some of the trees and sparkle together with the untouched snow on the sunnier days. But more often the sky is overcast and gray clouds hang in front of the sun as snowflakes swirl around. On some days, the drifting snow is so heavy that you can't even see your own hand in front of your eyes. Moon's area is also bitterly cold and only a few animals are wandering around, retreating to neighboring areas when the weather gets worse.

Moon's fingertips are made out of ice and he has also two curved horns fully made out of ice on his head too. I'm honestly not sure why I gave him a scepter/staff, cause I never drew it again after this image but thought it would be a cool accessory for him to have?

He spends a lot of time walking around in the snow. Surveilling his territory. Watching some animals walking through the white landscape of his part of the island. He is much of an observer, thinking a lot. And while he has taken notice of the autumn and spring area of the island and wondered about them when being at the lake side he never has tried to come near them.

Moon looks often pretty grim or will have a scowl on his face while pondering over things. He won't always share his train of thought with others and comes off as a bit more cold. He can be very snarky. Especially with one of the other season deities. Having a little rivalry going on with a certain someone. He is more considerate as he sometimes let show. But when it comes to Y/N he can't help himself as to let his softer side out more and won't hide that he feels quite comfortable with having them around.

So we had Sun, Eclipse and Moon. Now you might ask who will be spring? Well...

Spring:

It's Y/N! The fourth member of the season deities!

A landscape in which life always seems to have just awakened. The first tender sprouts, buds and young leaves are growing on the trees and have not yet developed their vibrant green of summer. Some trees, however, are in full bloom, while some petals trickle to the ground in the mild spring breeze. Spring bloomers dot the meadows with their cheerful colors. The weather is mild and balanced. The sun's rays are not yet so strong, but already warm and pleasant. Many of the animals that live on the island come here when they are expecting their young and move on to other areas when they get older.

Some little vines and flowers are blooming on Y/N's stole. If feeling certain positive emotions it can happen that more flowers are blooming on the vines. The vines will also move according to the mood they are in.

Y/N as the deity of spring is a somewhat tender and caring person. Often cheerful and optimistic about things. Loving to interact with living beings and watching them grow. They are quite curious and usually just go with the flow. They don't always have a clear sense for dangerous situations, but honestly why should they when living on this island for so long with no real dangers at all around them? Y/N is very talkative and it's fairly easy to impress them or to make them laugh.

It was also Y/N who first set foot beyond the borders of their territory and with this would soonly change the lives of the other three deities.

There are still a few little fun facts left for this au but I think I might share these at another day.

Sooooo that's it for today and for the world building explanation so far. I will tag future stuff for this au as stts au. Hope whoever read to the end of this had a good time doing so.

#fnaf #fnaf au #stts au #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #fnaf eclipse #fnaf y/n #dca #fnaf dca #daycare attendant #fnaf daycare attendant #traditional drawing #sketches #my art #do not reupload #Moon's design keeps changing a little bit in later sketches but it's more like splitting his coat in a darker and brighter side.#It's just a fun little au idea running through my head.

28 notes · View notes

daisybell17 · 7 months

Text

Pov: Loki gets hurt late at night

(warning: angst)

You swear that anyone who claims to be a morning person is lying to themselves. I mean how the hell do they possibly get up so ridiculously early and somehow be in bed by 8? You’ve tried many times to be a morning person and adapt this new routine into your life but it was genuinely impossible. Steve Rogers was probably the only many you knew who could get up that damn early.

But no bother, Steve does his thing, you do yours. So it’s no surprise you found yourself sipping on a hot glass of tea in the dead of night, 4 am to be specific, by the balcony area of the shared kitchen quarters. Yea it’s quite late but it’s really the only time you’ve known peace. Anytime past 1 am was the only time you understood what peace felt like.

Some nights you’re in bed by 2, others you’re in by 6, and this night is shaping itself to be one of those bed by 6 am nights. Well no biggie, it was your day off training tomorrow. All you had was your daily readings with Nat and 3 pm snack with Peter, so overall, a chill day ahead.

Gazing into the night sky, you watched each star go by and listened to the sound of the world asleep. It really was your favourite hour of the day…or night? You couldn’t really tell. As your silent night went on you were met with an unexpected sound of a glass shattering and a yelp of pain

“Shit!”

Your reflexes kicked in and you snapped you neck towards the direction of the noise. You knew it was impossible for anyone to break into here, hell Stark placed every security measure around the lot. So you weren’t worried it was some burglar…though you didn’t know if the place was alien proof, but that’s besides the point.

“Hello?” You call out, not knowing who the hell would be up at this time.

No response, but a whimper?

“Helloooo” You exaggerated in hopes this mysterious person replies…Again. Nothing.

You huffed in annoyance and stood up. Collecting your mug, music player and book, you made your way back into then kitchen. Stepping into the heated room you were met with

“Loki?” Not exactly the person you wanted to see.

His eyes met yours, small tears prickling out the corner of his eyes. “Oh Shit…” You then looked at his foot and saw a glass shard impaling it. Well that explains the shattering sound you heard.

“Are you ok? Why are you up?” You asked softly. Gods why him of all people did you have to see at this time.

“Uhm…long story darli- i mean…uhm…Look I dropped the glass by accident. I missed a step and well…yea” He fumbled his words.

Looking at his foot you could see that the glass was logged in deep into his skin, it even revealed his Jotun skin which meant this had to really hurt. You sighed and walked behind the kitchen counter, grabbing the first aid kit.

“Look this might not help much, but we can try to at least ease the pain until the healers arrive” Walking towards to him you reached out your hand for him to balance “Come on…Let’s get you seated on the couch”

Loki nodded and grasped your hand for balance. You guys made your way to the couch and he fell back into the soft cushions. You could tell he was trying his best not to cry from the pain

“I know you think it’s stupid to cry because you accidentally impaled yourself with a shard of glass but I can tell you’re in pain, so just…yea let it out or whatever” Flashing a small smile you held his foot up to your face and took a good look at his bleeding foot

“I don’t…I don’t want to move it…I’m scared to hurt you and…I don’t want to make it worse” You looked up to him “Can’t you use your magic? Heal yourself?” You asked in hopes there was some easier solution

“Erm…I can..but my Jotun form is exposed…I don’t know the reaction my magic will have on my natural form…and I don’t exactly want to risk anything right now”

“Ah mhm mhm ok” Silence filled the room after your reply. You and Loki…didn’t see eye to eye on many things, but you saw past that and learned the why’s of him. Of what a Loki is and you had actually fallen for the God…The breakup left you shattered, and it was his on stupidity that caused all this anyways.

“Darling I think you forgot I can read minds” Loki interrupted your thoughts

“I didn’t give you permission to read my mind” You hissed back. Standing up from the ground, you sat on the coffee table behind you, now faced eye to eye with Loki

“Forgive me, it’s not like I can control it”

“Oh but you can, you just have some agenda to piss me off all the time”

“You know it’s not like that”

“Oh? Really now?”

Loki huffed and looked away while your head fell into your hands. Neither of you moved for a moment, frustration now fuelling the air around you both.

“Why are we still like this?” Loki had broke the tension. “I don’t know Loki, why are we like this? We’re not even together and we can’t even hold a normal conversation”

“Darling…You do realise you never gave me a chance to expla—”

“To explain what?!” You snapped “There isn’t anything to explain Laufeyson, I saw everything with me own two eyes! Do I need to remind you of that or can I go back to my peaceful night?” You stood from the table and paced around

Loki groaned in frustration at your words “What do you want me to say? I’ve told you everything!”

“Oh that I was just some bet between your brother? That whoever could bed the chick first wins some stupid bet?! I saw…I HEARD you and Thor speaking about me in ways I don’t even want to remember”

“And you’re completely right! Yes! All that is true but somewhere down the line I did fall for you! I actually got to know you and Gods I love you!”

“I love you” Three words that rang through the quiet room…You looked at the time, 4:45 am, and then you looked back at Loki…

Loki stared at you, tears now spilling from his eyes “Can we talk? Please?”

You shook your head as tears started falling down your own face “What do I have to loose I guess…”

You walked towards him and sat down next to him “So…What is it Loki? What else is there to share? We both acknowledge that I was a bet, and you won…”

“You are completely right…But please believe me when I say I did fall for you down the line…You turned from a bet, to the person of my dreams. You stole my heart in ways I didn’t like and I pushed you away and I’m so damn sorry but please believe me when I say I love you”

“And i’m not some prize to win”

“I know…you’re a person. You’re someone that makes me want to change, to be better, to grow. For you”

“Loki…even when you say all these things…I still cannot shake that this all started because of a bet. A damn bet Loki…”

“I know…and I will spend my life making up for my stupidity…”

You turned away and watched as glimpses of the next day peaked through the windows.

“It’s nights like this that make me miss you sometimes…” You confessed “But it’s no reason for me to run back to you”

“Then can you forgive me? I’m truly sorry…” Loki pleaded

You sniffled and cried even more “I can’t promise anything…all in due time I guess”

Loki nodded “All in due time I guess” He replied and then called for the healers to help with his foot. It’s a new day…but you weren’t sure if you could say the nights were for peace anymore…

But you couldn’t decide if Loki made or ruined it.

——————————————————————————

(a/n): late night angst! just wanted to write some angst stuff out and ngl now i want to read some fluff fics :,)

#loki #loki laufeyson #mcu loki #loki god of mischief #loki marvel #loki series #loki angst fic #loki angst #loki x reader #loki x reader angst #loki fanfiction #loki fanfic #loki angst fics #loki fanfiction angst #loki 2011 #loki thor #loki hurts you #you and loki broke up

46 notes · View notes

puppetwoman17 · 6 months

Text

Very tempted to write a Spectacular Spider-Man(cartoon) fanfiction taking place during Across The Spider-verse.

Most events are largely the same, but instead of traveling to 42, Miles is running around different earths. He ends up on the earth where TSSM takes place( don’t know the number, so I’ll just call it Earth tssm). The spiders have been dispatched to look for him, and some have been told to keep watch over their own earths for him.

On TSSM Peter’s end, he’s been in the society for about a year after the s2 finale, making him halfway to 17 in my fic. After all the shit he’s been through, he distances himself from everyone else, save for Captain Stacy and the Daily Bugle’s Foswell, (er, “Patches”), who are the only people who know(or have an inkling) that he’s Spider-Man.

He also tends to spend more time on Society work, limiting his time in his own earth. While this causes problems for his aunt and school, you can see this really take shape with New York. Especially the villains. People from Electro to Tombstone to fucking Silvio Manfredi notice that Spidey’s been showing up less and less, even disappearing for weeks on end. He rarely works with the cops anymore, and the battles have started to become less quippy than usual.

Needless to say, the villains are both scared, and pissed. Scared because if Spidey’s quiet, then shit’s serious. Pissed because they’re needy bastards who feel ignored.

Thus begins a manhunt for Spider-Man, from none other than the people he fights every day. Turf wars between the Six, Manfredis, and Big Man are put on hold for this one instance, all in favor of finding the wallcrawler and getting answers out of him(also cause they’re actually kinda worried about him, like, it’s SPIDER-MAN).

I’m thinking of getting the Lizard involved, maybe changing some things to make it so the Connors family knows Peter is Spider-Man because he came to them after he got bit and tested out his powers with their help. Connors can still turn when his emotions get the better of him, but he’s on the good side now. Through the undernet, he finds out something’s wrong with Peter and is like: why didn’t the kid call me when something went wrong? So he comes back to add more fuel to the fire.

Speak of the devil: Spidey returns from another awful—I mean, UPLIFTING week over at SS HQ. He’s tired, Miguel is his usual annoyingly loud self, and Miles is still not found. Even worse, it’s been found that Miles is in HIS earth, so it’s HIS responsibility to bring him back. Great.

You can imagine how hard it is to get back into a normal routine(for like a couple days at least). His aunt keeps asking where he’s been, his classmates think he’s a drug addict, his villains are starting to pry into his private life too much(which is kinda nice to know that they’re worried about him, but it tends to border on obsessive sometimes), and the other Spiders are getting antsy. Especially Miguel. Very much so Miguel. All the while, Peter deals with his own issues on the Canon. The good and the bad. The relief of finding out that his trials and losses are set in stone and not his fault, and the anguish that he could’ve been Miles, desperate to save Uncle Ben now that he knew what would happen.

All the while the villains of New York are trying to gauge why so many spider-like vigilantes are entering THEIR hero—ahem—nemesis’s turf and why he always returns to the city with bruises despite no one seeing him prior.

Trying to come up with a title is hard tho. Stuck between:

The Spider Society: Spectacular’s Story

and

Converge on The Spectacular Spider-Man

Now that I’ve written it down, there’s a lot going on here. I’m hoping to maybe start on this when I complete my other fic. No promises, but I’m interested.

#the spectacular spider man #tssm peter parker #dc universe #peter parker #spiderman fanfiction #the sinister six #enforcers #tombstone #silvio manfredi #silver sable #midtown high #across the spiderverse #miles morales #miguel o'hara #canon event

23 notes · View notes

imagines-from-the-pit · 11 months

Note

could u do a character analysis on lovebug? he goofy 🤯

Type: Character Analysis

Requested by: @saintharvest

TW: Anesthesia Awareness

Author’s Note: OMG!!! THE SAINTHARVEST HAS SENT ME A REQUEST!!!! I’be been a fan of your page for a couple years now and I’m so excited to have you on my page!! I hope you enjoy!!

-Mod Sam

Personality

Lovebug is……. an odd fellow thats for sure. He tends to be rather unsettling in the view of the other bears within The Mandem, and is mainly known around the town for his very bizarre routines that seem to change almost daily. He is mute (due to his real face being nothing more than a heart shaped hole), however he doesn’t like to communicate through traditional means like sign language or writing notes for the most parts. Instead he likes to play a game of charades with them to try and convey his messages. He isn’t ashamed of his “real face” but tends to still wear his Cupid mask out in public since he doesn’t want to freak anyone else out.

Hobbies:

He loves collecting heart shaped trinkets. There’s an entire room in his house with pink walls and a red carpet that’s dedicated to his collection, which contains thousands of various items. His favorite item that he considers his prized possession is a gold heart shaped compact that contains a travel mirror. He takes that thing everywhere he goes. The largest item in his collection is one of the swan boats from those “Tunnel of Love” rides. To this day, no one knows how he managed to smuggle that out of the theme park without getting caught and there are many theories as to how he did it.

Fears

There is a reason Lovebug is a very cautious and careful fellow, because he will do anything to make sure he doesn’t end up in a hospital even if it comes across as going overboard. He is absolutely terrified of the concept of surgery and this stems from an unfortunate incident. When he got his torso stitched up, he was awake during the almost the entire procedure which brought him great pain and left him anxious for months. Medical instruments like scalpels, scissors, and other sharp objects will often tend to freak him out as well, and he’s been known to swat away the objects if within a few feet of him.

Things He Likes:

-Sweethearts (his favorite candy)

-Carnations

-Rollercoasters that go upside down

-The sounds of laughter (It makes him happy)

-Cirrus Clouds

Things He Dislikes:

-People seeing him without his mask

-Caramel (He calls it a sticky abomination)

-Roses (Too many thorns)

-Hospitals

-Snowstorms

#bear alpha #bear*#bear* roblox #roblox bear #character analysis #lovebug

21 notes · View notes

awhorrerstory · 5 months

Text

Is trust enough?

Part 1/?

Hello yall! I just started watching Merlin after watching supergirl and totally falling for Katie McGrath so I decided to write a book for Morgana because I choose gay sadness. I’m trying to make it slow burn but we’ll see how it goes, I’ll be writing as I go so slow updates! I’ve only found a few for Morgana with gxg so I hope I can do her justice! Thank you for reading! Also happy birthday to Katie McGrath!!!

Warnings: violence, gay panic, slight nsfw at the end.

Y/N was a girl around the age of five when her father became a knight of king Pendragon, her mother became a maid to the lady of the kingdom, leaving y/n to fend for herself. She often ran along the shore of a nearby river, where she often collected seashells of many shapes and colors. Her fascination focused on the shapes and animals that aligned the river. One foggy day, when y/n was 8, she was being stocked by a hungry lynx. The girl was too focused on a cute fish that was enjoying its time as the lynx slowly approached her.

Morgana Pendragon had run away from the castle; desperate to get out of that ‘boring old place’. Her guardian; the king of Camelot, ignored her and relayed on the servants to take care of his mistake. Morgana had stumbled upon the young girl at the stream, looking at her curiously as she played in the water but quickly realized the girl was in danger. Morgana drew her dagger, slightly worried that what she was taught for self defense was not enough to take down the wild cat, and the fact that she was only 10. Still, Morgana knew she could not stand by and let this girl be killed. She crept up on the approaching Lynx and struggled to keep quiet due to the leaves and sticks. The rustling alerts the cat and it turns, pouncing on Morgana causing her to cry out gaining y/n’s attention. Morgana stabs the cat but it only makes the animal more angry as it growls and scratches at her. Morgana held the jaw of the Lynx while it tried to bite her, y/n taking the discarded dagger and stabbing the beast over and over again from behind until it stopped moving. Morgana quickly pushed the lynx off of her and gasped as she continues to panic. “Hey! It’s okay I killed it!” Y/n assured the crying girl, grateful for the save. “M-my apologies, I tried saving you but…turns out you saved me.” Morgana smiles and extends her hand as Uther had taught her. “My name is Morgana, pleasure to meet you.” She says smiling at you. “Y/n, thank you for saving me.” The girl says gratefully.

Since then, the girls became close. Morgana often snuck out to meet her friend at the stream daily and y/n began to feel happy every time she’d see Morgana come to the shore and looked forward to seeing her. Morgana learned of y/n’s father being a knight of the king and y/n was told about Morgana’s routine at the castle. These meetups continued until Morgana was punished for being caught outside castle grounds and y/n thought the girl had died from the plague or ran away entirely from her home. Morgana came back a week later, bruises and markings on her skin she refused to talk about; but that day she asked y/n something she never had before: “do you want to come over?” Morgana asks softly as she approaches the y/h/c girl. Y/n looks back at her in curiosity. “Sure? Should I trust you though?” Y/n asks with an uneasy feeling, not knowing whom Morgana belonged to. “And what happened to you?” Y/n asks, examining Morgana’s face and arms. “It’s nothing. Will you come? Please?” Morgana looks at y/n pleadingly. “I want you to meet my father so he doesn’t worry I’m coming out to meet a man.” Morgana says rolling her eyes. After the 5 years of knowing each other, y/n never knew who Morgana really was, never knew she was royalty. “Alright. I’ll have to ask my father though.” Y/n says smiling at the green-eyed girl. Morgana smiles and nods, “tell him it’s the Pendragon house…” she mumbles glancing away from her friend. “You mean…king pendragon?” Y/n asks her voice laced with confusion. “I’m sorry-i didn’t tell you I was scared about how you might react and I was worried you wouldn’t want to be friends or anything if you knew who I was.” Morgana rambles, her anxiety getting the best of her. “So you’re the daughter of the king?” Y/n asks in confusion and surprise. “Not exactly…they call me the lady of the castle, whatever that means.” Morgana rolls her eyes causing y/n to giggle making Morgana smile. “There’s those dimples I love to see.” Y/n says placing her hand on Morgana’s shoulder. “Nothing you could do would make me not want to be your friend Morgana.” Y/n says causing the older girl’s heart to swell. Morgana hugs y/n, y/n hugs back, surprised but welcoming the affection. “I’ll come meet the king then…if it means that we can play together.” Y/n smiles pulling Morgana into the stream Morgana screaming out as her dress becomes soaked. “Y/n! What the hell?!” She yells while laughing and pulling the other girl into the stream with her causing y/n to gasp playfully before the girls began splashing each other and laughing. Morgana smiles and looks at her friend, both of them wet and giggling as they get out of the water. Morgana looks y/n up and down worriedly, “come with me, we can sneak into my room and you can get some dry clothes at least.” Y/n smiles at Morgana, “are you sure? I don’t want to get you in trouble Morgana…” she says worriedly, but Morgana shakes her head, “nonsense, come.” Morgana takes y/n’s hand, both the girls feeling a spark as their hands touch but deciding it was nothing but electricity. Morgana led y/n to her horse and y/n tenses up. “Come now, you’re not afraid of a horse are you? You must’ve rode before with your father.” Morgana teases as she helps the girl onto the horse, “I-i have but never with anyone else…” y/n says nervously as Morgana gets on behind her, her arms wrapping around y/n while reaching for the reigns. Y/n feels a rush of blood to her cheeks feeling Morgana’s arms around her. Shes unsure why, maybe she was nervous about the horse…right. Y/n held onto the saddle as the girls rode through the forest and towards the castle, Morgana’s arms tightening around y/n as the horse ran faster. “It’s okay y/n, I got you.” Morgana assures y/n as they rode. Y/n’s heart only quickened at Morgana’s words and Morgana was just as confused. It felt right to hold y/n, her heart continually pounding around the girl she met 5 years ago. Y/n had showed Morgana a world the castle never could and she was very grateful for their newfound friendship.

After the 5 years of knowing each other, y/n never knew who Morgana really was, never knew she was royalty. “Alright. I’ll have to ask my father though.” Y/n says smiling at the green-eyed girl. Morgana smiles and nods, “tell him it’s the Pendragon house…” she mumbles glancing away from her friend. “You mean…king pendragon?” Y/n asks her voice laced with confusion. “I’m sorry-i didn’t tell you I was scared about how you might react and I was worried you wouldn’t want to be friends or anything if you knew who I was.” Morgana rambles, her anxiety getting the best of her. “So you’re the daughter of the king?” Y/n asks in confusion and surprise. “Not exactly…they call me the lady of the castle, whatever that means.” Morgana rolls her eyes causing y/n to giggle making Morgana smile. “There’s those dimples I love to see.” Y/n says placing her hand on Morgana’s shoulder. “Nothing you could do would make me not want to be your friend Morgana.” Y/n says causing the older girl’s heart to swell. Morgana hugs y/n, y/n hugs back, surprised but welcoming the affection. “I’ll come meet the king then…if it means that we can play together.” Y/n smiles pulling Morgana into the stream Morgana screaming out as her dress becomes soaked. “Y/n! What the hell?!” She yells while laughing and pulling the other girl into the stream with her causing y/n to gasp playfully before the girls began splashing each other and laughing. Morgana smiles and looks at her friend, both of them wet and giggling as they get out of the water. Morgana looks y/n up and down worriedly, “come with me, we can sneak into my room and you can get some dry clothes at least.” Y/n smiles at Morgana, “are you sure? I don’t want to get you in trouble Morgana…” she says worriedly, but Morgana shakes her head, “nonsense, come.” Morgana takes y/n’s hand, both the girls feeling a spark as their hands touch but deciding it was nothing but electricity. Morgana led y/n to her horse and y/n tenses up. “Come now, you’re not afraid of a horse are you? You must’ve rode before with your father.” Morgana teases as she helps the girl onto the horse, “I-i have but never with anyone else…” y/n says nervously as Morgana gets on behind her, her arms wrapping around y/n while reaching for the reigns. Y/n feels a rush of blood to her cheeks feeling Morgana’s arms around her. Shes unsure why, maybe she was nervous about the horse…right. Y/n held onto the saddle as the girls rode through the forest and towards the castle, Morgana’s arms tightening around y/n as the horse ran faster. “It’s okay y/n, I got you.” Morgana assures y/n as they rode. Y/n’s heart only quickened at Morgana’s words and Morgana was just as confused. It felt right to hold y/n, her heart continually pounding around the girl she met 5 years ago. Y/n had showed Morgana a world the castle never could and she was very grateful for their newfound friendship. These different reactions began shortly after Morgana officially became a woman. Her eyes began to roam and she caught herself staring at y/n on different occasions.

Shortly after they departed, Morgana and y/n reached the castle, Morgana helping y/n off the horse and pulling her through the castle to her chambers. “Go ahead and pick something out, I’m going to have Gwen prepare a bath for me.” Morgana says as y/n looked around the room in awe. She hasn’t been in a room as big before, “Morgana this is…” “too big and bland?” Morgana finishes with a roll of her eyes, quickly stripping away her wet clothes. Y/n laughs and turns to Morgana, “No I was going to say it’s“ she paused as she saw Morgana without her dress her breath caught in her throat as she blushes and feels a stir within her. “Quite breathtaking.” Y/n finishes with a hint of lust in her words as she looked away from Morgana.

The king didn’t mind y/n. He was glad Morgana had something to entertain her little did he know that y/n and Morgana had growing feelings for each other. They spent their time together and Morgana was the happiest she’s ever been, and so was y/n. But the two wanted more, both not knowing what the other thought, though their tension obviously growing. Morgana often found herself having dreams of the two of them together…hands caressing each other, lips on one another and fingers buried inside each other. Morgana often woke in a sweat, but at least it wasn’t a nightmare…

Morgana met up with y/n at the stream her eyes roaming along her friend once more before greeting her; “y/n.” The girl looks up at Morgana, smiling at her. “Hello Morgana.” Y/n says, standing up and hugging her best friend. Morgana hugs back holding y/n tightly, “could I sleep over tonight? At your house.” Morgana asks causing y/n to look at her curiously, “my house? There’s much more room in yours-” “I don’t want to be there tonight.” Is all Morgana says while not meeting y/n’s eyes. Y/n nods and stands up to get a good look at Morgana. “Okay. We can. I’ll meet you in town and we’ll go okay?” Morgana nods and she smiles gently, “thank you y/n. I’ll see you at 6.” She says, getting back on her horse and riding back to the castle. Soon enough, Morgana met up with y/n in the town square, getting off of her horse and looking for her friend, who hugged her from behind surprising her. “Y/n, you scared me. Ready for our sleepover?” Morgana asks turning and returning the hug. Y/n smiles, “indeed, I love spending time with you Morgana.” She says as the two begin the walk back to y/n’s parent’s house. They go in and as usual no one was home. Her father being a knight and her mother a servant in the castle meant they weren’t around much. Y/n and Morgana walk into the kitchen and y/n prepared drinks for them while Morgana relaxed on the lounge in the main room. Y/n came in with two cups and offered one to Morgana as she sat down next to her. Morgana thanked y/n and they began to drink together and Morgana discussed things she would do if she was ruler. Y/n listened and smiled at Morgana’s rules and nodded along, agreeing to the changes she wanted to make. “Morgana, there’s another reason you wanted to stay here wasn’t there?” Y/n asks, almost knowingly. She could tell by the way Morgana tensed up at the mention of the king, the way she’d grow cold if y/n ever mentioned that Morgana looked hurt or bruised. “Well…it is my birthday.” Morgana admits smiling at y/n causing the girls eyes to widen. “Oh goodness! We better get plastered then!” She says giggling as she pours more ale for them. Morgan’s laughs as y/n rasies her glass, “to 20?” She preposes almost as a question causing Morgana to giggle and nod raising her own glass to clink with y/n’s. “To many birthdays together.” She says her dimples on display as they drank the ale. Soon after more drinks the two of them were a bit tipsy and Morgana grew more bold…

“Y/n, I’ve been…having these dreams-” “the nightmares again?” She takes her hand, “are you okay?” Y/n asks worriedly. “N-no…those are terrible too yes but I’ve been…having dreams about you, about us.” She says looking at the y/e/c eyed girl. “What do you mean?” Y/n asks softly, unsure of what Morgana meant. Morgana sighs; “they’re…good dreams but, very intimate…I wake up feeling quite flustered.” She says her eyes meeting y/n’s nervously. Y/n’s eyes widened in realization, “oh…I mean, how long have you been having them?” Y/n asks, blushing from the alcohol. Right. Morgana looks away at her glass, “a few years now…I just…didn’t want to ruin what we’ve had. I don’t know what I’m feeling for you y/n.” Morgana says looking a bit distraught. “It’s okay I’ve been…having these thoughts too. I thought it was wrong, the king declared same sex relations a sin, and here I am, having erotic dreams about his ward.” Morgan’s chuckles smiling and looking to y/n with something in her eyes that y/n hadn’t seen before.

“Trust me, I know how it feels.” Morgana says chuckling again and turning to her friend. “But I also know it feels right when I hold you, and when you take my hand in yours.” Y/n shakes her head, “you’re just saying this because you’ve been drinking-” “no.” Is all she says before grabbing y/n by the chin and kissing her softly. Y/n kissed back, not wanting to push the older girl away whatsoever. “Morgana…” she mumbled breathlessly against her lips as they pulled apart, Morgana wanting to make sure y/n was comfortable. Morgana kissed y/n again, pulling her onto her lap as y/n slips her tongue into her mouth, deepening the kiss. Morgana humming in pleasure at the new feelings and meeting her desires. Her hands go to y/n’s breasts, squeezing and groping them as y/n whimpered into the kiss. Morgana tries to stand up but found her legs were too shaky to do so, causing both girls to giggle. “Apparently I’m too excited to lift you, so let’s go to your room.” She says softly as she tucks stray hairs behind y/n’s ear sweetly. The girls make their way into y/n’s room, shutting the door behind them as Morgana begins kissing y/n again, this time more rough and desperate. Her hands grabbing what they could as Morgana pushed y/n against her bed, “Morgana we shouldn’t…” y/n mumbles as Morgana continues to kiss her, “what? Are you okay?” Morgana asks worriedly. “No I’m scared it’ll ruin what we have, please we can’t.” Y/n says reluctantly pushing morgana onto her back. Morgana sighs and nods, “You’re right I’m sorry…” she mumbles softly as she catches her breath. Y/n hugs Morgana, and they cuddle. Morgana feels like she’s about to fall asleep so she drifts off leaving y/n confused on what just happened and still wrapped in her best friend’s embrace.

#gxg #smut #lesbian #katie mcgrath x reader #morgana pendragon x reader #morgana pendragon #morgana x reader #merlin

6 notes · View notes

crewman-penelope · 2 years

Text

The Stranger on the street

1. Night Clubbing

2. Daily Routine

3. Force

4. Alone

5. Home

6. Sleepwalker

7. Negotiations

8. Dinnertime

9. Garden stroll

The view of the garden surprised you.

After all the corridors and halls of concrete and dull light, you had to squeeze your eyes shut by the afternoon sun.

Free from the smell of moisture and chemicals inside the bunker, you inhaled deep in and out.

Lyutsifer, aside you, smirked knowingly. His right hand had not left the wrist of your left hand since he had guarded you into the garden. His dry and bony fingers laid firm around your pulse like a tight bracelet.

He gave your eyes a moment to adjust to the light, then tugged at your arm and led you forward.

In awe, you understand the Structures of his garden; an oval, but parted in a yin-yang version.

Yin, a wild, blooming plant garden with a small dirt trail through it.

Yang, a very clean stone garden, made of grey and white pebbles, a hint of green and a small sitting arrangement.

You walked automatically in direction of the greener and more beautiful garden part. Lyutsifer pulled you back to him.

Suddenly closer with him as before, maybe even closer as in your flat, you can feel his breath on your cheek as he turns to you.

“My garden is to look at, but not to touch. Too many of my medical plants can cause irritation on your skin - or even worse. In time, you will learn about them. Then you can walk freely in my garden. But not yet.”

His scent of earth and spice in your nose, you barely listened to his warning tone, until he yanks at your arm.

“Are you listening, precious?”

His voice is a low rasp, darkly but soothing, and to your embarrassment you feel your hardened nibbles through the fabric of your dress. You avoided eye contact and wrapped your arm around your upper body and shoulder. A shivering gesture of defenseless.

You knew he was looking anyway.

A heavy piece of fabric suddenly rested on your shoulder. At first, you thought of a blanket until you realized, it was his cloak.

His voice is calmer after a pause, as he went on.

“I apologize.”, he whispered, his eyes lovingly glancing. “I want to be patient... There is so much to show. So much I want to tell you.”

“Okay, Lyutsifer. ”, you answered, and forced yourself to made eye contact. Thankful for the warm, you dared to say: “No need to handle me like a child.”

Lyutsifer's eyebrows rose up.

“Not like a child..”, he hums, the corner of his mouth twitching. He watched you as his fingers found their way back around your wrist, like a handcuff. His free left hand cosied along the back of your left hand.

“Come now. Let me show you my favourite flower.”

Following him, you became aware he led you to the dangerous parts, and you hesitated for a moment.

Lyutsifer turned to you with a knowing smile.

“As long as you are listening and behaving, I can hold you safe. I promised you that, on the train, remember?”

Yes, he did. You switched your wrist, your fingers grabbing his to hold your hand. You didn't want to feel like a prisoner.

He was surprised by your action, his face is open about that. But you made him smile again.

Holding your hand, instead of your wrist now, he squeezed it gentle and nodded agreeing.

“Very well. Now, just look at my anemones!”

Lyutsifer gestured to the natural carpet of green, peppered with the white bloom of a star-shaped flower.

“They are highly poisonous, of course, like most of my plants. But one is able to touch and to relish in the smell. One has to wash their hands after that, though.”

He faces you, nearly a triumph in his expression, as if he waited that you challenged him.

You wouldn't dare. But you were honest as possible. “It looks very beautiful. My teenage me would have made a flower crown of it.”

Lyutsifer mouth went ajar, half a smile. “Well, then I insist that you will get every morning a fresh pick for your hair. I'm sure we can pin it between your strands, if you braid it?”

Taken aback by his gesture, you eventually understood, he tries. Quite hard!

“That would be lovely, Lyutsifer.”

Taglist: @cynic-spirit @daughterofthesilmaril @koshi-sama @sakurasoulgeneral

#lyutsifer safin x reader #Lyutsifer Safin x you #rami malek character #Lyutsifer Safin #The Stranger on the street #The Stranger on the street 9 #Kitnapping #Dreamlike story #dub con #Imagination #Rami malek imagination #Lemon #Safin #Safin fanfiction #rami malek #lyutsifer safin #safin sunday #james bond #ramimalek

35 notes · View notes