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cmncisspnandmore · 18 days

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One Night Stand Part 7

Pairings: Simon "Ghost" Riley X Pregnant! Reader

Warnings: Medical drama, Fluff,

A/N: Hi loves, sorry for taking so long, i just moved into a new house and its been a lot. And honestly my mental health is trash. This part was also really hard to write for me because I had this happen to me. And i didnt realize how triggering it would be to write about it but the best way to get through the trauma is to write about it, right? maybe? no? well, anyways sorry if it sucks. i'll do better next time.

Word count: 1833...

New to the series? Catch up here: Part 6,

Your head pounded as you laid across the soft couch, each throb timed perfectly with the beating of your heart. There was no cuteness in pregnancy, not in your eyes at least. The glow that most women talked about was nothing more than a sheen of sweat that collected on your brow from your every move. There was a tiny human playing soccer with your organs, your ribcage the goal. They kicked wildly at the space below your ribs, the feeling enough to make you want to throw up.

The past few days had been rough, you had a headache from hell and you just felt drained. Simon was concerned but you had chalked it up to the lingering cold you had going on. But now as you lay on the couch your stomach rolling with each passing moment you aren't so sure. Simon was on base today, having to complete some paperwork. He had woken you this morning, his lips peppering your face with soft kisses.

He had tried to stay home but you had insisted he go, that you would be fine you would call if you needed him. Since he had left a few hours ago he had called you a few times, and you had reassured him each time that you were okay, you were just going to rest on the couch until he got home. You weren’t sure how long had passed since Simon had last called, but you had started to gradually feel worse. You push yourself up onto your elbows, and the world begins to spin around you. A wave of dizziness, crashing into you, as you blindly reach for your phone.

You swallow trying to will yourself not to throw up. It takes you a few moments to find Simon's name in the phone, and putting it on speaker. It rings longer than normal but right before it goes to voicemail his panicked voice answers. “Hello? Y/n? What's wrong?”

“Simon… I… I don't feel good,” your voice shakes as you struggle to keep the phone in your hand.

“Bloody hell, It’s alright Love, stay on the phone with me, i’m on my way,” there’s shuffling and the sound of boots hitting the floor in the background. “You’ll be okay, what's going on?”

“I have a headache… I'm nauseous, and I just don't feel good at all, I think something is really wrong,” you mumble, swaying slightly as you sit on the couch.

“Okay, Love, do you have any swelling in your hands or feet?” The sound of Simon's truck revving filters through the phone.

“Yeah a little,” You lean forward to the best of your ability and press on the top of your foot watching as your finger makes a light indent in the skin.

“Fuck..” Simon curses under his breath, “Love, go put your coat on, I’ll be there in a moment. Okay? We’re gonna go to the hospital.”

“Simon?” you whisper, your voice shaking as you push yourself to stand, bracing yourself on the couch.

“Yeah love?”

“I’m scared…” you whisper, squeezing your eyes closed as tears threaten to spill down your cheeks.

“I know, I'm pulling up now okay, I'm gonna hang up okay? I just parked the truck, I'm coming to get you.” Simon's voice cuts off as the line goes dead. You shuffle over to the coat rack and start to pull on your coat. Hot tears roll down your cheeks as you hold the coat closed around your stomach. A sharp pain under your ribs causing you to gasp, and brace your hands on the kitchen counter.

The sound of heavy boots stops outside the door as Simon pushes into the apartment. He’s still wearing all his gear, his tight black t-shirt, his cargo pants and skull mask on. His brown eyes are full of concern as he walks towards you, his large hands resting on your hips.

“C’mon Love lets get you checked out,” He whispers, pressing his lips to your forehead. Simon’s arms carefully pull you into him, resting your back against his chest as he guides you from the apartment and down to the car. Your mind feels cloudy and far away as Simon secures you into the truck. His hands brushing along your stomach as he fastens your seatbelt. You close your eyes focusing on the revving of the engine as Simon weaves the large black truck in and out of traffic. It was only moments later that it came to a screeching halt outside the A&E doors. He barely had the truck in park before he was jumping out and scooping you up in his arms. He cradles you against his chest as he bursts through the sliding glass doors.

“I need some help!” his voice is loud against your ear. The vibrations of it through his chest causing you to groan in pain. Each movement felt like it was sucking the soul out of you. Every breath hurt and you just wanted to sleep, but soon there were nurses and doctors swarming you. Each of them throws questions towards you, only to have Simon reply for you.

“How far along is she?” a doctor asks as she shines a bright light in your eyes.

“28 Weeks,” Simon's voice is laced with panic.

“Okay, let's get her up to Labor and Delivery people let's go! Someone call the NICU unit!” the on-call emergency room doctor calls out. It was like a swarm of bees, suddenly everyone was doing something. Someone was poking your arm with an IV while another was taking your blood pressure. You weren't sure whose hands belonged to who or what was going on. But after a few moments there was too much going on for your brain to process, and you passed out.

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The beeping of the monitors was oddly familiar to you, like when you woke up after being caught in the stairwell after the apartment building you were living in caught fire. But this time there was an icy chill that ran down your spine when you heard it. The memories of what happened come flooding back.

Calling Simon, him rushing home, being rushed to A&E, the doctors concerned voice. The overwhelming sense of panic, and then nothing. You slowly pry our eyes open, fighting against the heaviness. The first thing you see is Simon's blonde hair, the wild strands sticking up at odd angles as it rests against the light blue hospital blanket. Your hand is trapped under his head. His cheek pressed firmly into the back of it. You wiggle your fingers slightly and he stirs. His head lifting, brown eyes blinking slowly as he came around.

“Y/N?” He asks softly, his eyes meeting yours.

“Hi,” you croak softly, your throat dry and a little sore.

“Oh god, baby, you scared me so much,” Simon whispers, his hands coming to cup your cheeks. He was still wearing his gear, minus his mask and vest, his black shirt slightly wrinkled.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, your right hand moving reflexively to rest on your stomach. You pause, eyes widening as the once firm bump is now squishy and numb. The world seems to stop spinning, time slowing. Your heart wants to stop beating in your chest but it won't listen.

“N-No.” Your voice cracks, eyes welling with tears and a look of confusion crosses Simon's face before he looks at your right hand.

“Oh! No, love, shhh stop it’s okay. The baby is okay.” He rushes out, grabbing your left hand in his. His face is full of concern, his brow furrowed as he watches you slightly relax. After a moment you let out a shaky breath.

“What happened?” You whisper, looking up at him, his hand still clutched tightly around yours.

“You had PreEclampsia, but a severe case of it called HELLP syndrome. I’m not entirely sure what it means but they said the only way to save your life was to deliver the baby. So they performed an emergency C-Section and had to give you a blood transfusion. The baby is okay, they’re in the NICU. I haven't been able to see them yet, but a nurse came about an hour ago and said that they were fighting like crazy and we should be able to see them soon.” He explains, his brown eyes welling with tears.

His voice is rough and strained, “I thought I was gonna lose you both.”

Hot tears well in your eyes as he admits his fear. A man as big and strong as Simon looked so small at that moment. He looked like a lost child who couldn't find home. The brave soldier who willingly ran into warzones and fought people with his bare hands had never looked so helpless. It was in this rare moment that you got to see the person behind the hardened soldier. The man who truly thought he was going to lose the person he cared about, and his child. Your heart ached for him, you wished you could take the worry and pain he had felt away but you couldn't.

Fresh tears spilled down your cheeks, he must've been so scared, felt so hopeless. He was usually able to control some aspect of the situations he was in. He could fight his way out of the worst scenarios, he could plan an escape, and he was always prepared for things if they went south. But he wasn't able to fix you, he had been completely helpless as Doctors worked to save not only your life but that of his unborn child.

“Oh baby, don't cry,” Simon's thumb strokes the skin under your cheek as he wipes away your tears.

“I’m sorry I scared you,” you whisper, voice tight.

“It's not your fault, i’m just glad you're both okay.” He whispers, leaning forward and brushing his lips against your cheek.

“Tell me about the baby,” you blink away the rest of the tears, taking a steadying breath.

“It’s a girl, she weighs 1lb 2oz, and she's so small i don't even think she’d fill my entire palm. They aren't sure entirely what her future looks like, but the nurse that came in to check on you said she was a fighter, and she felt really good about her outcome.” He smiles, his brown eyes filled with pride as he talks about his daughter.

A daughter.

You had a daughter now.

The thought alone was crazy to you, you had been so sure the entire time it was a boy. You had a gut feeling but you were wrong, and you weren’t unhappy about it. You didn't care either way, the only thing you cared about was that they were okay. That they would pull through everything and you would get to bring them home eventually.

There's a soft knock on the door and a nurse with red hair pokes her head in.

“Hi, do you two wanna go meet your daughter?”

Next Part: Part 8

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venturelovebot · 21 days

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A/N: AAAAA Thank you for requesting this and I really hope you enjoy it!!! ･*･:≡(　ε:) Sincerely!!! Y'all are the best!!! Link to request is here!!!

Premise: WHEN CUDDLE BUGS COLLIDE!!! Tooth rotting fluff ahead– ONLY READ IF YOU THINK YOUR HEART CAN TAKE IT!!! Rainy indoor date time!!! ✨

Warnings: None! Pure fluff!

"It's perfect!"

Sloane haphazardly tosses one last blanket over your pillow fort before standing back to admire their hard work. You pop your head out from behind the blanket curtain and look around anxiously.

"Get in here before the thunder starts!" You warn, diving back into your warm safe space.

You snuggle up with your favorite stuffie as the rain begins pouring down outside. A brief flash of lightning lights up the sky before a loud crack of thunder follows in its presence. You jump and squeeze your stuffie close to your chest for safety and Sloane finally crawls inside the fort to join you.

"I almost forgot this!" They exclaim, turning on a star projection lamp they hold in their hands.

A soft yellow glow emanated from within and casted starry shadows on the blankets surrounding the two of you. Sloane sets it on the floor next to a nearby pillow for safekeeping.

"It's battery powered! That way if the electricity goes out we can still have light."

"Don't say that! The power isn't supposed to go out..." You frown.

"I know, but just in case!" They reassure you and reach out to squeeze your hand.

They nuzzle into your face and pull you close into a hug. Another sudden crack of thunder causes you to cling to them for support. They tighten their arms around you and pull you down on to the mountain of pillows beneath the two of you for emergency cuddles.

"I'm here, don't worry." Their voice is delicate and reassuring.

You rest your head comfortably on their chest and listen to their steady heartbeat. You wonder what it's like to be so calm during a storm– to be able to sleep without the fear of the elements raging on outside. It was a fear you've had since you were a child but unfortunately never grew out of as an adult.

"Is there anything you're scared of?" You ask curiously.

"Well, sure! Lots of things!" Sloane pauses and rubs your back. "Spiders are definitely scary, even if they are helpful."

"How? I always see you trap them and throw them back outside." You point out.

"Just because I save them doesn't mean I can't be scared of them, too!"

You giggle at the thought of Sloane being scared of anything. You've never seen them act anything but brave in the face of adversity. You definitely admired them for that. If only you had the amount of courage they had... maybe then you'd feel a lot more confident.

"Fine. I'll tell you what I'm scared of but you can't laugh, okay?" Their voice grows serious for a second. "Cause it's kind of silly..." They add.

"I promise I won't laugh." You look up at them with sincerity, stars slowly dancing across their skin.

"I'm scared of being alone." They admit. They smooth back your hair and place a kiss on your forehead. "Being around you makes me feel a lot braver."

You blush softly and reach for their hand to hold it in yours. "I'll make sure you're never alone then!" You promise.

Sloane laughs softly and squeezes your hand again. "I know that's physically impossible, but just knowing you're here– with me, in my life– that makes me feel a lot braver than I was before I met you."

For a brief moment you were left speechless and unsure how to proceed.

"Wow. Really? Why me?" Is all you can come up with.

"Honestly? I have no idea! I just think of you and I know I have nothing to worry about." They pause to think again for a second. "Maybe you're just good luck!"

They scoop you in, pull your face close to theirs and nuzzle you lovingly. The sudden affection causes you to giggle uncontrollably.

"You're my lucky charm. A blessed artifact! Every archeologists dream." They place their hand on top of your head and ruffle your hair. "Except you don't belong in a museum. You belong right here by side– uhh... if you want to be, that is."

"Of course I would. I wouldn't want to be anywhere else."

You snuggle tightly into their body and the heavy feeling of sleepiness overtakes you both.

"I love you, [Y/N]." They yawn before pulling you close again. "My precious little artifact..."

"I love you, too... my brave archeologist." You smile warmly.

Outside, the storm rages. Inside, all is safe... just as it should be.

#i sincerely hope this isn't short or anything #i went back and edited it a lot and made sure to add Substance™️ but i can't help but feel like it's short :(#if you want me to add more just let me know because i don't want this to seem half assed at all #venture x reader #venture x you #venture overwatch #sloane cameron #overwatch x you #overwatch x reader #overwatch fanfiction #overwatch #overwatch 2

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taliskermortem · 8 months

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so the top/mew sex scene? fascinating. they made so many choices regarding it and i'm honestly intrigued.

((this got way too long so i'm putting it under the cut))

the first thing i noticed was how their scene had almost no noise. it was dead quiet. and the lighting felt almost clinical.

now in comparison to some of the other sex scenes we've seen so far it was... pretty tame. which is fine. but we basically didn't see any of the 'sex'. we got the kissing. and we got the afterglow cuddles. and on top of that... there was no passion.

but let's start from the beginning.

'does this mean i passed your test?' a relationship shouldn't a test. and i think it says a lot about top that that is how he views it. its a challenge. a competition. maybe even a distraction. this has been his goal: get mew to have sex with him. and he's succeeded. but what happens now?

now in comparison to the first time, in episode 1 when they make out in mew's kitchen there are some noticable differences. firstly, their kiss is much more intense. now you can write this off as this kiss being sweet and romantic but... there is so much space between their bodies when they kiss. the only points of contact are their lips and top's hand on the back of mew's head.

then they undress themselves. not each other. top just strips and mew follows suit. the first time, top at least takes mew's shirt off for him. this time he barely touches mew. there's no romantically revealing each other. which is interesting because the first thing top says is: can you see me? can you see what top has revealed to mew. not what mew revealed himself. and mew is all of course i can because he really seems to think he does. but anyway. they're still not even touching.

and then

and THEN

i love you mew

like my dude where did that come from what a line you really just went in for the final kill didn't you. he's serving himself up to you already and you just had to make sure there was nothing left.

and then they are in their boxers kissing. and there is still so much SPACE.

and then top puts mew down on the sofa. now i'm not being funny but there is literally a perfectly functioning massive bed RIGHT THERE. but whatever. who wants comfort? who wants space? who doesnt want to accidentally fall onto the floor? i digress.

they're touching now. finally. but mew is just kind of lying there whilst top does the touching. which, sure, shy virgin. i'll let it slide. hands still above the waist. boxers still on-

afterglow cuddles.

...

that's literally it.

bearing in mind we have seen boston bouncing on this guy's dick.

bearing in mind this is pratically the premise of the show. this is the set up from the very first episode. this is what mew and top have been building up to ever since they met.

and that's it.

anticlimatic.

which... huh, maybe that's the whole point.

this was supposed to be anticlimatic for us because it was for them. because they had both been building up and building up to this and maybe it didn't quite live up to the ideals they both had in their heads.

or maybe its anticlimatic because there's no real feeling. all the other pairings have given us emotions. even if it's one sided pining. even if there's no romantic feels yet, you can feel the potential. you can feel the desire. mew and top's scene was the least passionate of any of the sex scenes. and you could write it off as being sweet and romantic rather than horny. but i don't buy that. i don't feel that.

maybe this is how it always is for top. maybe this was exactly what mew was expecting because he seemed pretty content afterwards, with his i love you and that saccharine smile of his. maybe he doesn't know any better. maybe neither of them do.

but when juxtaposed with the sand and ray scene that follows straight afterwards... those two just have to look at each other and you know they want each other. they kiss and they're both grabbing for each other. sand moves his whole body to be closer. and they're both still fully dressed but i'll be damned if there isn't more feeling packed into that one kiss than into the whole of top and mew's scene.

i just find it interesting that something that was so pivotal to the story. to the characters. was so utterly bland.

and i think it's a very important message to be honest - you can't force romance. you can play by the whole book, follow all the right steps, say all the right lines... but you can't put feelings in where there are none. you can't make passion and love from a prewritten recipe. life is messy. and love is messy. and sex is messy. and trying to keep it neat and ordered and clean, like mew does, just doesn't work.

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love-and-monsters · 8 months

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The Ship and the Alien

5,486 words, GN reader X M alien.

Humanity sends the last of their species in hibernation pods to the stars. When you wake up an unknown amount of time later, you are on a different ship. Surrounded by aliens.

Content warnings: mentions of death and discussions of medical procedures and illness.

The Ship never had a name. People tried to give it one quite a lot. There was a naming contest first, which was a bad idea. You’d think the bigwigs would learn not to give this kind of power to the internet, but it never seems to occur to them until the two top names are ‘SaveyMcSaviorface’ and ‘The Biggest Dick Ever’ and they have to scrap the whole thing. ‘Eden’ was an idea they tossed around, but there were people who said it wasn’t inclusive of other religions and a bunch of Christians who didn’t believe in the concept at all who were pissed about the connotations of the name, so that didn’t work. ‘Destiny’ was another idea, as were ‘Eternal’ and ‘Onward.’ In the end, by the time anyone had even started to come to a conclusion on the name, everyone had started getting used to calling it ‘The Ship’ and no one was willing to change that for whatever sappy shit they engraved on the side.

Maybe they did eventually name it. I don’t know. I don’t know if it mattered, really. Anybody aboard The Ship wasn’t going to be calling it anything on account of being in stasis, and anybody outside The Ship wasn’t going to be calling it anything on account of being dead very soon. So. The Ship was a fine name to me.

The Ship was not actually one ship, at the time- it was technically seven ships, six stationed on different continents and one stationed at the north pole. They were designed to all lock together in one massive structure, but to be able to function independently, in case of a system failure. There were redundancies, ways to transfer assets between different ships if necessary, and about a billion other things that I never understood, but were probably very important for a metal tube hurtling through space. In all honesty, I didn’t pay much attention to its construction. Crushing despair combined with a vicious fight for survival every day takes precedence, you know.

You don’t know how you ended up on The Ship. You know the basics- engineers, designers, and construction workers all got immediate entry. That took up a few thousand slots. Then were the ‘important people,’ the sorts you would want if you were setting up a colony. Doctors, agriculturalists, building designers, all the big thinkers who can make sure that things run smoothly and work like they’re supposed to. Quite a few military members as well. After that, there was some debate as to who else could come on. Limited number of slots, after all. You heard a lot of very right people tried to pay their way on the ship, but it didn’t work so well. Money’s useless to anyone on the ship, and will be useless to anyone left on Earth. Some people traded favors and influence to secure their spots, but a decent chunk of people couldn’t do that and had to subject themselves to the same system as everyone else.

The way they picked candidates for the civilian slots on the ship was the same way anyone picks anything they want to be at least somewhat random: they made a computer do it. All civilians who put their names in a hat, basically, and the computer system drew them. No one could accuse it of cheating, because it was a computer. Well, people could, and they did, but the idea was that at least less people would accuse it of being impartial than if a human picked.

You were one of the picks. Placed into section 3, chamber 2, pod 3247. You didn’t tell anyone- you’d been asked not to, out of fear of retaliation from those who hadn’t been picked. You just left the shelter you’d been living in and headed to the launch site.

There was a brief physical, involving being stripped, shoved onto and into a ton of machinery, drinking some kind of gross shit that purged your body of what felt like everything you’d ever eaten, getting your head shaved, and an IV port implanted into your arm. You saw other people on occasion, going through the same thing before they were whisked away again. There were no opportunities to talk. Everything was brutally efficient.

You were allowed to sleep for a few hours on a hospital-style cot. You ended up just lying there and staring up at the ceiling. There were other people there, also trying to sleep and failing, but nobody talked. Everyone just waited.

In the morning, you were all herded into the body of the ship. It was massive, bigger than any building you’d ever been in, and still quite cramped when you walked into it. The room was cylindrical, with pods lining the whole thing. The walls rotated, allowing the pods to be lowered to the ground, people to be strapped in and put to sleep, then rotated up to the ceiling, ferris-wheel-style.

You were toward the back, so you got a good view of the people in front of you being placed into the pods, injected with the combination of fluids that would knock them out, hooked into the machinery, and then sent into ‘hibernation mode.’ On your turn, you were pushed into the pod, the fluid-filled bags that supported your body adjusting automatically. The fluid was administered through your IV port and the chill of it made your eyelids droop almost immediately. Your eyelids drooped. The world grew colder and colder as the pod lid closed round you and you were left in the pitch blackness of the pod. You couldn’t tell the difference between your eyes being closed and open, but you must have closed them at some point, because you did drift into the dreamless hibernation of spaceflight.

It wasn’t quite like falling asleep. It was more like closing your eyes for a couple seconds and suddenly everything felt like garbage. Your muscles cramped, your mouth was dry as a bone, your arm throbbed where the IV port had been attached, and your eyes couldn’t open. You coughed furiously as soon as you took your first breath.

The air that touched your skin was horribly cold, but your body couldn’t shiver. Despite having basically nothing in your stomach, your body kept trying to retch. Your limbs were locked up, barely able to move from the slightly-uncomfortable position you’d been forced into in the pod.

Something touched your arm and you screamed. Or tried to- your lungs forced the air out with a sound more like a grating huff. The touch was warm, blazing against your bare skin, and even the texture of it was unbearable. Being without sensation for so long seemed to have magnified your senses a thousandfold.

It was hard to tell how much time had passed before moving became tolerable. You tried to open your eyes a few times, but even once you could physically do so, the room was too bright to look at. You flopped helplessly on your back, squeaking and complaining whenever you were touched.

As your brain grew used to processing sensory input once more, you got better at figuring out what was happening to you. You were lying in some sort of thick liquid, with your head supported so your face was free of it. The thing that kept touching you was alive, presumably, because it was moving. It felt like you were being gently massaged. Kind of the massage used to help encourage blood flow in a limb.

You tried your eyes again. They cracked open, just barely. The light wasn’t so bad this time. Not good, but not bad, either. It stung. You could see someone, probably a person, moving around you, although you could barely even make out the silhouette. It was mostly a blur.

The massage was nice. It was sort of a more pleasant awakening than you thought you’d have. They’d briefed you on the awakening procedures- the pods would gradually warm up so you woke up slowly before ejecting everyone all at once. No one should be awake to care for you. Maybe something had gone wrong? But not so wrong that you’d died, so it couldn’t be something you needed to worry about too much.

You took your time to come back to yourself, slowly warming up to your body again. It still felt like you’d spent a week and a half completely sick with the flu, but you were otherwise not so bad.

The room was slowly drifting into focus around you. It was actually quite dim, you realized. There were a couple of pale blue lights set into the ceiling far above you providing illumination for the whole room, so everything was dark and shadowy. There was still the silhouette moving around you, but they were sort of dark and it was hard to make anything out about them.

The silhouette moved closer, still backlit too much to make out features. There was something slightly off about the shape of it, with the head and the shoulders or something, but maybe that was some weird eye effect of the hibernation. Hallucinations sometimes happened after hibernation, they’d said. Nothing to worry about.

And then the silhouette spoke. At least, you thought it was speaking. It wasn’t using words, though. It made a low, sort of thrumming noise with the occasional pop or creak. They weren’t quite noises a human could make, or at least, not without great effort.

You froze. That was… weird. More hallucinations, maybe? Had the hibernation fucked with your brain so bad you’d forgotten how words worked? That wasn’t good- maybe that’s why you were getting woken up separately?

Before you had a moment to ponder that any longer, there was a mechanical click and a voice, sort of neutral and male, said… something. You still couldn’t understand what it was saying, but there was some confirmation that it was, actually, saying something because you recognized the language: Chinese.

There was a pause. The mechanical click repeated, and then the voice spoke again, in English. “Are you conscious and able to respond? Please raise an arm if you can understand what I’m saying to you.”

You raised your arm automatically, though it was a struggle to lift it out of the thick substance you were submerged in. The thrumming and popping noise started up again, followed quickly by a mechanical click and a voice in English. It reminded you of when they dubbed over someone on the news while they were still talking. “Please remain calm. You suffered some injuries to your extremities, as well as hibernation sickness. We’re attempting to stabilize you, but you’re in a delicate condition.”

You tried to talk, but your mouth was so dry your tongue was trying to glue itself to the roof of your mouth. If the person was bothered by that, they didn’t show it. They moved closer to your head, walking alongside the tub you were resting in. Your eyes tracked them. They were moving weirdly. Were they hurt, maybe? Alarm bells kept going off in your head, the uncanny sense that something was wrong, but nothing in your conscious brain could put together what it was.

The person moved so they were in one of the brighter section of the room. You could see more than just their vague shape. Your heart stopped.

They were not a person.

That was why their shape was wrong. You could see their torso, from their head to nearly their waist, and it was human only in the vaguest of shapes. Sort of a vaguely oval head, with a sort of human-like face, except it was flatter, with pointed, almost horse-like ears. Their eyes were a little deeper-set and rounder. Their coloration reminded you of a Doberman, almost, with black across the top of their face and a paler color underneath. Their torso was longer and more slender than a human’s with narrower, more sloped shoulders and long arms that folded up close to their chest. They made a sort of humming or purring noise as they leaned over you.

You struggled to sit up or scramble away, but you couldn’t move much. You couldn’t even scream, just sort of moan helplessly. One of your legs managed to kick out sideways and connect with the side of the tank. It wasn’t much of a hit, but that, combined with you straining the rest of your pathetic muscles to get away from the thing next to you, meant that you partially slid off whatever was keeping your head supported and your face went under the water.

It was thicker than water, but not by too much, so your head slid under it with disconcerting slowness. It was then that you discovered another disadvantage of your weak muscles- the substance was just thick enough to make moving through it, even just enough to lift your head out of the water, impossible.

You thrashed, but not really, since you couldn’t move. There was only about two seconds of panic, though, before hands locked around you and pulled your head out back out. You sputtered as the hands placed your head back on the little platform.

“Stay still.” Something was beeping frantically in the background, and you could both hear and see the creature shifting around to check on some machines. “The fluid is warming you back to proper temperature. You need to remain still and calm to avoid going into shock.”

There was no way you were not going into shock. But you’d used up all your energy in your near-drowning, so you couldn’t do much but lie there. The creature seemed to relax.

“I understand that you’re frightened. I promise, I’m trying to help you.” When you didn’t move, just watched them, they relaxed further. “Remain still. I will conclude the treatment.”

They fussed around for a little while longer, checking on whatever monitors were giving readouts for your condition. You weren’t sure what indicated that your treatment was over, since you didn’t feel much better, but eventually, they pressed a button somewhere and the fluid drained out of the tub. It was cold after the fluid was gone, and you were completely nude and shivering, resting on some pads at the bottom of the tub. The creature, thankfully, offered you warm cloths that you could bury yourself underneath.

Before you could even properly enjoy the warmth, there was the sound of footsteps approaching. A lot of footsteps. Summoning all your strength, you heaved yourself up and looked over the edge of the tub.

There were more of them. Only three, not including your creature, which didn’t seem to match up with the amount of footsteps you’d heard. And then you looked down a little more and realized why.

They were centaurs.

Sort of- their limbs weren’t hooved, and they weren’t really like paws, either. A bit more like bird talons, if birds rested mostly on their fingertips. Talontips. Whatever. They walked with their torsos bent further forward than centaurs, too, and they had long tails. A couple of them had horns, pointing back off their heads. They were wearing clothes that were relatively close-fitting, like most spacesuits you’d seen.

The one in front, with the largest horns and a sort of fancy marker around its neck, stepped froward. “On behalf of the First Branch of the Agrenier, we would like to officially greet your species. And offer our condolences.” This one also had their words picked up by the machine and recited in a language you could understand, though the voice the machine used was different, a little more feminine. Maybe this one was a woman?

The blankets hadn’t really calmed your shivering, but you managed to speak in a semi-steady voice. “Condolences?”

She scuffed one of her forelimbs, her ears lowering to the sides of her head. “Your ship was found drifting, nearly without power. There was some sort of error with major mechanical functions in the ship, which caused serious damage to the inner workings. Upon investigation of the craft, we discovered several hibernation pods, the vast majority of which were damaged.” She paused, still tapping a forelimb against the ground. “Two contained living members of your species, but you were the only one to survive the initial reawakening process. You have our deepest condolences.” You opened your mouth, but you couldn’t think of anything to say. Your brain struggled to process anything. Two pods with living people. Only one survived the reawakening. That was- that had to be you, right? You were- the only-

Dimly, you were aware of the robot speaking again. It seemed to be rapidly switching between two agitated voices. People were having an argument, maybe? You didn’t care. You buried yourself under the blankets and hid in the warm cocoon until everything was dark and floaty and your brain didn’t have any thoughts in it at all.

Someone tried to tug the blanket away. You weren’t sure how long it had been, but it was quieter and your limbs were stiff from being in the same position. You tried to keep the blanket over your body, but there was another firm tug and you lost your grip. Your muscles were pathetic. And, as embarrassing as it was, you couldn’t help but crying out when the blanket was taken away. It was the one thing you had in the world and you couldn’t even hold onto it.

“I’m sorry.” The other voice, the one from your centaur, came again from the robot. It did a very good job at adding emotion to the voices- it sounded anguished. “You’re overheating, I need to take it, but I’m sorry.” You curled up on the bottom of the tub, unmoving. The centaur patted your head. It was a small gesture, but you leaned into it. What else did you have?

The centaur patted your head a few more times before moving on. “I know you’re probably scared, but we’re not going to hurt you. I’m going to help you. Your hibernation pod was the least damaged of all of them, but it still had some minor malfunctions. It was hard to wake you up, and you’re not going to be all there for a little while.”

You racked your brains. It was easier to think about facts. When you’d gotten on the ship, there had been a big disclaimer about the dangers of hibernation pods. They were designed to keep a human in a state of suspended animation, with body functions slowed down to the bare minimum. The upper estimate was that it could keep a human asleep and alive for over half a million years. Not that anyone had ever tested them before you. But they were also risky- even minor malfunctions could lead to an early awakening, damage to the body, or the hibernation process just killing a person outright. Even when they’d gone over that part, though, no one had left. Why would they? Between a one hundred percent chance of death and a twenty percent chance, who would take the former?

So the malfunction had probably been in the sleep-wake system, the part that regulated how the machine knocked people out and woke them back up. It was supposed to run through a wakeup cycle on its own when the main computer signaled it was time, but if that system failed, it could be manually activated, and if the waking system failed entirely, there were ways to safely bring a person out of the hibernation without machine intervention. They were always riskier, though, and even if everything was done perfectly, it didn’t guarantee a successful revival.

That must have been what happened to the other person, the one in the other surviving pod. They’d tried to wake them up and…

Nope. Focus on facts. You took a deep breath. “What happened to the ship?”

“We boarded and searched it, and transferred the central computer system over to ours, as well as the supplies we could budget the space for,” the centaur said. “I’m afraid I don’t know any more specifics than that. I’m sorry.”

“How was it damaged? You said it was damaged.”

“An impact, I think?”

“That doesn’t make any sense. The ship was designed with rotator shields and plating and redundancies to keep everything secure. It was safe. It couldn’t be-” You paused. “How many people were on the ship?”

The centaur paused, then turned to one of the machines and tapped something in. “About 45,000 hibernation pods were recorded to be on the ship.”

That was too few for the main ship, but it had been designed with redundancies. If the impact had left a portion of the ship crippled, it was designed to eject the damaged portion and continue on without it.

Which meant your portion had been spit out and left to drift while the rest of the ship continued on toward its destination.

So everyone on the ship wasn’t dead. They were just continuing on to their destination. Without you.

That should make you feel better, right? That they weren’t dead? But you just felt very, very… lonely.

“I’m sorry about your fellow passengers,” the centaur said. He was leaning over the edge of the tub, sort of draped over it so he was resting his arm and his chin there. “For now, you should rest.” He glanced toward the door and his lips lifted into a bared-teeth expression. “Before our first officer comes back.”

He lifted your arm and slipped a tube into the shunt. It took only a few minutes before liquid sleep was coursing through your veins and you fell into a deep sleep.

The awakenings happened on a more or less regular schedule, at least from what you would tell. Often they would happen in that warm bath again, with your centaur rubbing your limbs to encourage bloodflow. Sometimes there was the other centaur there as well, the female one. You were pretty sure she and your centaur didn’t get along. The robot didn’t often translate for their conversations, but they had the tenor of arguments, and your centaur was always huffy and quiet after speaking with her. You ended up keeping time by the awakenings.

After two awakenings, your centaur gave you food. It was all prepackaged meal sludge, which was designed for people who had awoken from hibernation recently, and it made your stomach cramp, but you ate it. After four awakenings, the cramps stopped and you could move on to a combination of meal sludge and broth. Whenever you could, you engaged your centaur in conversation.

“How’d you know what medicines and foods to use?” you asked as he pulled the line administering some sort of medication out of your arm and closed the shunt.

“We transferred the existing data of your ship’s computer over to ours. I’m using your ship’s guide, translated into our own language, and improvising with our own equipment where yours was damaged- the hibernation pod you’ve been staying in is one of ours.”

“It seems too small to fit you,” you said. You weren’t a small person- you were actually pretty average- but the pod was only a bit too big for you to comfortably rest in. The centaurs were bigger than you by a pretty big margin, even your centaur, and he seemed to be the smallest one you’d seen so far.

“Oh, yes, that one’s for children.”

“You put children in hibernation?” You tried not to make the statement accusatory, but it came out like that anyway. There had been no children on The Ship, for multiple reasons. First was practicality- having a population that could breed and work right away upon making planetfall was paramount, and children wouldn’t be able to do either. The second was that no one knew how hibernation pods would affect children. Would it damage their bodies? Their ability to age properly? Hibernation had only been tested on adults- it was hard to convince people to put children in pods that might kill or cripple them, even when the same people had no issue with adults, especially prisoner populations.

Your centaur seemed unbothered. “For medical purposes. That’s what hibernation pods are used for. Slowing the spread of disease until the person can receive medical attention. It’s highly risky to use hibernation pods for long term space travel.” His ears flicked. “Though under your circumstances, I can’t say I can judge you.”

Ah. If they had the computer’s logs, they all knew what’s happening to Earth. What had probably already happened. The planet had a scant few years left by the time The Ship left, and if you’d traveled far enough to come across real aliens, then you’d been traveling for a while.

The centaur walked around the pod as the entire thing shifted from a horizontal position to a nearly vertical one. “I’m going to unlock the restraints,” he said. There was a faint click and the straps that were holding you in place retracted.

Your legs wobbled. It took all your strength to keep your body upright. It was a strain to stand, to walk, even to sit up sometimes. But your centaur insisted on making you move around.

“Hands in mine,” he said, extending his arms. You placed your hands in his and stepped out of the pod. He supported most of your weight with barely a tremble as you took a few shaky steps. His hands enveloped yours, though that was partially because of their strange shape. Unlike human hands, his were six-fingered and bilaterally symmetrical, with four ‘fingers’ and two ‘thumbs, both of which were positioned closer toward the wrist and pointed further backward than human thumbs. Despite their alien shape, holding his hands felt remarkably similar to just holding a human hand. It was a comfort.

Just as you were completing your second circuit of the room, your legs trembling like a baby deer’s, the door opened. Your centaur glanced up and his ears lowered instantly. The centaur that walked in was the first officer, the female that you’d seen when you’d first awoken.

“Officer,” your centaur said. The machine that translated everything was apparently quite accurate with tone, so you could tell that he was being both polite and annoyed. “Good to see you.” He was not happy about seeing her. “I am in the middle of something, so if this is not a pressing issue, perhaps we could continue this at a later date?” Please, please fuck off.

The veneer of politeness he was using didn’t let her be outright annoyed, but the machine’s tone when it spoke for her suggested she wasn’t very happy either. “It concerns our guest,” she said, turning her gaze to you. “And it is somewhat pressing.”

Your centaur shuffled his back legs and swung his tail. “Very well. Let’s get you back to the pod.” He ignored her, focusing his gaze on you as he assisted you back to the pod. You let out a sigh of relief as soon as you were in it. Your centaur rotated the pod back into the horizontal position and started to fill it with the thick fluid that let you float comfortably.

The first officer approached, claws clicking softly against the floor as she did so. “The human will want to be awake for this,” she said. “It’s important.”

Your centaur huffed a bit, but he didn’t move to put the sleeping drugs back in your system and just folded his arms up to his chest, in a way reminiscent of a praying mantis, and waited for her to speak.

She cleared her throat and turned her gaze to you. “We’re coming across one of our stations. You will be placed on a shuttle to the station, and then sent on another ship back to Tenso-bara.”

You blinked. What was Tenso-bara?

“In my opinion, that’s not a good idea,” your centaur said. His ears were still flattened, his lips curling back from his teeth just a little. “The hibernation causes weakness and sickness, so it may not be a good idea for travel at this point in the-”

“We are not going to come across another station for several-” The translation stuttered here, blocking the word out. “And we are not in compliance with the endangered species accords. We’re required to send endangered species to occupied worlds that hold to the accords for proper categorization and preservation.”

“Those accords aren’t for fellow intelligent species!” your centaur huffed.

“They were initially designed for non-sapient life, yes, but they do not exclude sapient species. Given what we know, we may be sheparding the last member of the human species.”

“There might be others!” you said. The first officer paused, her gaze going piercing-sharp. “The Ship was designed to separate damaged segments to protect the undamaged parts. The part of the ship I was on was only a small portion of the full thing! There are probably others!”

The first officer paused. “How many others?”

“Um. I think there were around two hundred and fifty thousand. Maybe as many as three hundred thousand? I’m not sure- they were trying to add additional pods at the end, but I was put to sleep before that happened.”

“But there is no guarantee that these other people did survive. Nor do you have any idea where the ship is now.” The first officer’s voice wasn’t cold or cruel, but it wasn’t gentle, either. You drooped a little.

“No. There might be information on the computer about where we were when the impact happened, but if it’s not there, then I don’t know where the ship could be.”

“Then I apologize, but unless we have other living members of the species or some confirmation that the others are alive, then you are under the accords and cannot stay on this ship. It is required for you to be returned to a planet.” She stamped her two front feet in a motion you assumed was like a shrug. “There is nothing I can do.”

“If that’s the case, then I want to make a request,” your centaur said. He stepped forward, practically shielding you from the first officer. “I would like to request a transfer.”

The first officer swung her tail back and forth across the floor, making a soft schff, schff, schff sound. “You wish to go with the human.” Your centaur’s ears twitched and he rubbed his wrists together. Maybe he was embarrassed at having been so obvious. “Ah, well. Yes. I think it would be a good idea to stay, since I’m already aware of the medical conditions and-”

The first officer stomped one of her feet firmly against the ground. “I will submit the request. But I cannot guarantee it will be approved.” She turned back to you, expression neutral. That you could tell, anyway. Their faces didn’t seem as expressive as a human’s. Or maybe you just couldn’t understand their expressions as well. “You will be transferred in two days.”

Without another word, she left the room. Your centaur made a noise somewhere between a relieved sigh and an irritated huff. Then he turned back toward you. “I apologize about her.”

“What was she talking about?” you asked. He picked up an IV line of sleeping meds and for a moment you thought that he was going to knock you out so he wouldn’t have to answer your questions. But he just fiddled with it for a moment before speaking.

“There are many species in the known universe, and the gradual colonization of these planets has left many of these species in critical danger, which led to environmental accords. Severely endangered species have laws regarding their transport in space and species in critical danger need to be taken to preserves in order to breed them back to proper levels. Or just keep them until their species naturally goes extinct. Whichever.”

“I’m going to be put on a nature preserve?” you said, trying to sit up. Your centaur immediately tried to usher you to lie back down.

“Probably not for long. I’m sure they’ll work to give you freedom and self-determination and all that. We’re just… required to follow regulations.” He rubbed his wrists together again. “I do want to advocate for you, though, hence why I elected to come with you. And to give you medical care.” He made a series of thumping noises in rapid succession, which the robot apparently interpreted as laughing. “I didn’t get my xenobiologist degree just to hand a medically delicate specimen over to some idiot government worker.” His voice got softer as he continued. “You’re going to be okay.”

It was comforting to hear that reassurance. He slipped the line into the shunt in your arm and you closed your eyes, feeling an unusually peaceful sleep drift over you.

Part 2 here.

#exophilia #alien partner #alien boyfriend #monster romance #monster lover #male monster

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the-offside-rule · 1 year

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Carlos Sainz Jr. (Ferrari) - Cake

Requested: yup yup

Warnings: none

"Amor, just let me drive to go pick up the cake." Carlos said going to reach for the keys but being stopped by Y/n.

"You can't stop me from driving to collect the cake, Carlitos." Y/n teased as she stuffed the keys into her pocket. "Cariño, let me get the cake." Y/n shook her head no. "Just this once? Please?" . "You can't stop me from driving!" Y/n sang. "I cna, I just have." Carlos snapped the keys from her hand and sat down on the sofa, waiting until she would give in and agree to just stay home. "Carlitos, you can't just take the keys! I wanna go drive! You can't convince me to not drive." Carlos grinned "Is that a challenge? Because I know how I can convince you to do anything I want." Carlos said suggestively. "Oh ha, ha, funny Carlitos. You can't change my mind, I wanna go drive the new car." Carlos shrugged and slipped the keys into his pocket before sutting down on the sofa and putting on a laliga game. You sighed, defeated as your shoulders slouched. However, a brilliant idea sprung into mind.

You leaned over the back of the sofa, your torso lying across the back and your arm around his broad shoulders. "Carlitos, aren't you tired from driving all weekend?" Carlos arched am eyebrow. He knew what she was doing. "Don't try that trick on me. My mother used to do it too." Y/n shrugged her shoulders. "I guess it was worth a try." She said slumping on the sofa beside him. Carlos was starting to feel guilty and Y/n knew that. Her plan was working. "You're really going to do the puppy dog eyes, aren't you?" Y/n nodded. Carlos groaned and put his head back before dangling the keys in front fo her for her to take them. "Forty minutes." Y/n squealed and took them, jumping into her boyfriend's arms. "Don't total the car. That's all I ask." Carlos mumbled. "I wouldnt dream of totaling the ferrari." she replied. "The ferrari? No. I gave you the keys to the golf." Y/n looked down at the keys in her hand, disappointed to not see the ferrari logo. She glared at him as he smiled. "Forty minutes." Carlos repeated. "Fine." Y/n got up and left to go into the golf.

The drive into town wasn't that long. Ten minutes tops but here came a problem. Almost all of the parking spaces were taken up. She quickly scanned her surroundings and finally found a space...well half a space, because some ignorant ass hole of a person- no. She had to keep her cool. She took a deep breath and rolled her window down to talk to the person literally standing by their car. "Excuse me, do you mind if you move your car?" she asked as politely as possible. A brunette girl looked up at her and arched her eyebrow. "No." the woman replied as if she was doing nothing wrong! "You're taking up two parking spaces!" Y/n protested. "It doesn't have any scratches and that's why!" Y/n groaned. "There will be if you don't move your god damn car!" The brunette flicked her hair. "Oh please, I can't scratch this car. Its not mine, it's my boyfriend's."

"I can't scratch this car for the exact same reason but I'm finding a lot of other reasons to do just that, so move!" The brunette ignored her and just tapped away at her phone. Y/n grippes the steering wheel and continued on driving. She needed to find a parking space for this cake and get home before she punched someone. She looked around for another few minutes and completely gave up. "You know what? Maybe I could just leave the car here for two minutes and go get the cake. Surely nothing could happen." she muttered to herself. Y/n parked up right outside the bakery and looked around for any traffic wardens. Not a single one in sight. Perfect.

She stepped out of her car and quickly walked into the bakery to fetch thvee cake and just when she thought thee day was getting better, disaster struck. The whole collecting bit wasn't the problem, it was when she came out. She was smiling up until she looked at the car and saw someone in a high vis jacket putting a ticket on her car. "No, no, no, no, no. Oh come on!" Y/n complained. "You shouldn't have parked here madam, there'd nothing I can do. Sorry." Y/n took the ticket from the windshield and groaned. "I'm gonna have to pay this as soon as possible." she whispered to herself before getting in the car to drive back home.

Y/n opened the car door and held the ticket in one hand and the cake in the other. She cautiously walked up the path to her house, trying not to drop anything. She was so, so close to the door when her parking ticket slipped from her fingers and flew around a bit. She jumped to grab it, triumphantly smiling when she snatched it into her grasp, but that didn't last long. She realised her other hand felt a lot lighter now and looked down to see a box, flattened with bits of cake everywhere. That was the cherry on the cake. Tears poured out of her eyes as she fell to the ground just staring at the cake remins. Carlos heard sobs coming from the doorstep and walked out to see what was going on. He was surprised to see his girlfriend on the ground crying her eyes out beside a box, presumably with the cake in it, in shambles. "I really tried, I just really, really tried." Y/n sobbed. Carlos bent down and picked her up before cuddling her into his chest and walking inside. "It's okay, I know. You did your best."

#f1 oneshots #carlos sainz jr #carlos sainz #carlos sainz junior #carlos sainz imagine #carlos sainz one shot #carlos sainz blurb #carlos sainz fanfic #carlos sainz x y/n #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz x you

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Hey Rebel 1/2 (Alpha!Ari Levinson x omega!reader)

Summary: Ari tags along on one of your missions, nearly jeopardizing it when he catches a whiff of your intoxicating scent.

Notes: GIF is not mine, this is not a beta’d read, A/B/O dynamics, reader is Afro!Latina and a CIA agent, reader is very bratty in this series

“I see the target,” you said through comms. The loud bass from the music reverberated in your ribs as you push passed a few people in the club.

The club was a lot more busy than you anticipated which made your mission quite easy for you.

You preferred to work alone on missions but with this particular target was violent and the two of you had history.

He killed your partner and made you watch. He kept you alive to continue the torment of know that your mistake had your partner killed.

Though he wasn’t just your partner, he was boyfriend at the time. His scent was everywhere in your apartment, and when it slowly started to disintegrate in spaces he would hang out the most, you wanted to tear your heart out.

When his clothes stopped smelling him and started smelling like you, you had nothing left of him but memories.

He wasn’t your mate necessarily, but you he made you feel safer than any of your previous boyfriends had.

His death put you in second gear on your missions. Your accuracy increased by 23% and you spent every waking minute in the gun range or in the gym. You were a forced to be reckoned with and quickly became Ethan’s favorite agent.

And Ethan couldn’t have his favorite girl off on a potential murder mission without backup.

So he sent in a newer agent with a promising record in shooting accuracy for support. And he sent in Ari, his other favorite.

If the target made your cover, he was as good as gone. So you put your pride aside and disguised as an exotic dancer.

It was the best chance to get close to the target without immediately getting made.

You tugged at the bottom strap of your solid gold top to alleviate some pressure on your ribs. You were sure they gave you a size smaller than you told them so your breasts are practically spilling out.

The bottom was a measly and thin, it was very obvious that it was made of leotard fabric and tailored it to be a bikini bottom.

You had absolutely no breathing room in this outfit. Every inch of skin on your body that could be visible is shown.

You’re not necessarily used to your sternum tattoo and your thigh tattoos being visible to the naked eye.

Continuing through the crowd, a man slapped your ass as he walked by making you immediately tense.

You looked over your shoulder at him, watching as he drank your figure in. One disgusting man isn’t going to jeopardize your mission, so you continued moving.

The mixed scents of designations with smoke and sweat made you nose blind to anything else so you didn’t bother sniffing.

You made eye contact with the newer agent when he started speaking on coms.

“I count five guards,” he says, pressing and adjusting his Bluetooth in his ear.

A scowl made its way onto your face when you saw a larger man in an all black suit look in the new agent’s direction.

He flagged down another man and they converse for a few paces, sending occasional glances in his direction.

Shit.

“Do me a favor and stop messing with your comms. You’ve been made. Go to the rendezvous point.” You commanded.

“I wasn’t made.” “Fine then I’ll let Tweetledee and Tweetledum take you into the back alley and beat you to a pulp,” you snap.

His eyes widen when the two large men push their way through the crowd and beelined straight for him.

“On it. Sorry.” He rushes out the back door with them hot on his tail.

Letting out an exasperated sigh, you rolled your neck around until it cracked. “Maybe you should go easy on the kid,” Ari points out.

“I’m not going to let anyone jeopardize my mission, Romeo.” “Your mission?” you opened your mouth to respond when a man whistled over at you, motioning you to come over once you made eye contact.

“Care to give me a dance, sweetheart?” The man asks, pulling you into his lap and squeezing your waist eagerly.

“Anything you want,” Ari’s gaze darkened when he saw your hips moving sensually to the soft beat of the music.

You threw your head back, your box braids swaying around until the landed on your chest. The man pulled you even closer, scenting the sensitive skin below your ear.

A omega woman approached Ari with a tray full of drinks.

“May I offer you a drink, sir?” She bends down slightly so he could take a drink from his seated position.

“Thanks honey,” he took out his wallet and gave her a twenty for her consideration. Her hand caressed his palm when she gingerly took the bill from his hand.

She moved her hair to the side, exposing her unmarked gland. “I’m not interested,” he takes a sip of his bourbon once the omega moves away from him.

Ari hasn’t had genuine relationship with an omega that wasn’t sexual. He initially fell for the bullshit theory that philosophers create centuries ago about the match made in Heaven.

An alpha and an omega destined to be together by the Alpha Gods.

He quickly realized when he married Rachel that not every omega can spark that special connection.

Just because omegas weren’t easy to find in common society, doesn’t mean they’re all special. Now he’s found himself caught in a marriage because an omega got pregnant

Neither of them have filed for a divorce yet because of the immense amount of paperwork and money that would go into it.

Ari came to terms with the fact that his child spends more time with the babysitter than with her parents.

With him away on missions and Rachel spending every waking minute with her sugar daddy alpha, the kid doesn’t stand a chance at a normal childhood.

And it’s not like anything is going to change any time soon.

Ari was seated in a loveseat across the room for you. He watches you over the rim of his glass, still dancing on the man’s lap.

He tilts his head as he tried to decipher your thigh tattoos from behind.

“I didn’t realize how tatted you were, Juliet.” You rolled your eyes at Ari’s remark and had glanced over the man’s shoulder at the target.

Rumlow. You thought to yourself. The man he was meeting hasn’t up yet, but you needed to prepare yourself for when he does.

Your strategizing was cut short when the man cradled your neck, smoothing a hand over your gland.

You stopped your movements, narrowing your eyes directly into his. The smile slowly fell from his face and a low growl grumbled in your chest.

His hand slowly dropped from your gland and you snapped at him.

“Shit. I’m sorry,” he holds his hands up and you slid off his lap.

“Pig,” you walked away from him and made your way to the bar. You were going to be giving drinks for the rest of the night. Screw the dances.

“Well that wasn’t very nice,” “Fuck you, Romeo.” He smiles against the glass before downing the rest of the bourbon.

Ari couldn’t help but notice the frequent head turning from groups of men when you walk by. Followed by the sniffs in your general direction.

Ari had to admit, you had an interesting scent. Actually, there is no scent initially and no way of telling what designation you were.

The way you carried yourself, you could easily be mistaken for an alpha. But Ari had a sneaky suspicion that you weren’t an alpha.

You were an omega that took the strongest scent blockers he’s even heard.

He’s smelled your original scent before. It was a faint whiff, but he smelled it and he’s been drunk for it ever since.

He made the connect that you scent spikes through the scent blockers when you’re aggravated about something.

Luckily for him, he had a knack for being aggravating. Truth was, Ethan knew you were capable of doing this mission alone.

It was Ari who insisted on tagging along.

But you will never figure that out. Or maybe you will, you’re quite the sharp tool. “We have a long night ahead of us. So let’s just play nice.” Ari suggests.

“Don’t provoke me and maybe I will,”

You continued serving drinks, getting more and more annoyed with every slap on the ass you received.

Ari kept an eye on the door to any new faces turn up and after a while, you realized how quiet your comms have been.

It’s been dead silent for at least five minutes. And Ari never knew when to shut up so you knew something was wrong.

You looked around for Ari only to find him staring at you confusingly. You needed to talk to him but you couldn’t pull him aside.

Otherwise that would break your cover. Letting out a sigh, you set the tray of drinks down at the bar and made your way over to him.

“Follow my lead,” you said to him, putting your hand on his shoulder and sliding into his lap. He keeps his hands by his side as he looked at you attentively.

You held his gaze for a moment before moving your hips against him and rolling your body. “What happened to comms?”

“No idea,” he slowly slides down the seat, his hands gripping the arm rests for dear life.

“Do you know how long they were out?” “No,” he grunts. “Do you think they’re onto us?” “There’s a chance. Are they looking?”

You glanced over his shoulder and saw Rumlow with a dancer giving him a lap dance. He downs his drink and shakes his glass at the bartender.

You felt Ari’s body tense underneath you and you raised a brow at him.

“If you want this to be believable, I need you to touch me.” “I’m trying to be respectful,”

“Please. Don’t pretend like your eyes haven’t been glued to my ass all night, Romeo.” He licks his lips and rested his hands on your thighs.

The second his hand touched your bare thigh, you inhaled sharply. Heat spread from your thighs up your waist and chest, finally resting on your face.

Your mating gland throbbed painfully and you stopped moving against him. His grip on your thighs tightened when you tried to move off of him.

Ari groans as the same burning heat took over him, his gland pulsing at the same rhythm as yours.

Your heart sank in your chest when you made the realization. Your scent was spreading passed the scent blockers.

Ari’s hands move up your back and held you close, dipping his head to inhale your sweet scent of honeysuckle and warm honey.

You let out a fearful growl when the tip of his nose brushes the base of your throat.

Your heart continued to patter in your chest when you made eye contact with the group of betas looking over at you, sniffing in your general direction.

The anxiety caused your scent to spike and you attempted to leave his lap once again but he held you down.

“Let me go,” “If I let you go now, they will swarm you. Just trust me,” he says the last few words slowly, removing his grip from your back.

He takes a few deep breaths, moving your body with each breath. You looked over at the initial group of betas who crinkled their noses and looked away from you.

His husky scent of pine and sandalwood invaded your nose in strong wafts. He was masking your scent with his, staking an unwanted claim. You had matched your breathing to his, bring you out of your anxiousness.

You hadn’t realized you were digging your nails into his dress shirt. Releasing him from your grip, you slid off his lap.

And when you looked over at the target, he was gone. “Mission’s over,” you hugged your arms to your chest and beelined for the changing room before Ari could reach for you again.

He waited for you outside in the car and you had changed back into your black slacks and white blouse.

You had pulled your box braids into a low bun. Sliding into the passenger seat, you tossed your duffel bag in the bag and sent a text to the new agent letting him know you were on your way.

Ari watched you turn your face to look out the window once you send the text. You were actively avoid any interaction with him.

At least before you entertained him with snarky remarks and insults. This was much worse. He reverses out the back alley and onto the highway.

“So are we going to talk about what happened in there?”

“Nothing happened, Levinson.” “Bullshit. You felt something and it scared you.” “No I wasn’t. I was pissed that I missed another chance to take the some of a bitch down.”

“Yeah, sure.” He says skeptically. “Why do you take such strong scent blockers?”

“Because of what happened in there. I’ve always had an intoxicating scent. And it’s gotten me into a lot of trouble as a teenager so I suppress it.”

“It is very intoxicating,” another silence fell over the two of you and Ari looked at you but your gaze remained outside the window.

“You’re really not going to talk about it?” “No. I already have a lot on my plate with work. I don’t need this right now.”

“Our primal instinct doesn’t care about our human duties,” “You sound just like those ancient men in those history books,” you dismiss.

“Look at me,” “No,” “Look at me, omega.” “You’re not my Alpha. You don’t tell me what to do.”

“I’m not trying to tell you what to do. I just want to talk to you.” “There’s nothing to talk about,” “Yes, there is. Stop dismissing everything, Y/N. This is serious.”

And that was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

You looked away from the window and said, “How serious is this, Ari? Hm? Is it life or death? Or just some stupid reason for Alphas to have complete control of another living being?”

You poked harshly at his arm and he growled at the tone you used and you emitted a growl low enough to make your chest vibrate.

“Y/N,” he warns. “I am not an omega you can just claim, Ari. If you try, I will make sure to make your life a living hell. So just drop it.”

You held his gaze for a few seconds before returning your gaze back out of the window. Ari made the conclusion like this was nothing like how they described it in the history books.

If you truly was his mate, then how the hell was he going to prove that to you? He had better luck finding a needle in a haystack.

Ari wasn’t sure what to do about pursuing you. Your inner omega was aggressive and untamed despite your calm human nature. You were strong for an omega and you made it clear that you had to be earned.

He spent weeks bring your flowers, contacting some of your coworkers to learn your favorite foods and wines. You didn’t trust him at all, but you decided to give him somewhat of a chance.

He took you on a date on horseback. Once he found out you grew up in el campo, he immediately researched the nearest horseback riding stable and booked a session.

He wanted to know as much about you as possible. From you of course, but you’ve been keeping him at arm’s length since you met him.

When he tried to lean in to kiss you after the date, you growled at him and retreated back into your house, leaving him completely dumbfounded on your porch.

You kept him on his toes, which encourages the chase. But Ari’s concern is that you never stop running from him.

That he won’t get the chance to catch you and he’ll lose you forever.

The last thing he had to remember between you was an argument. It was the day before he was set to leave for Ethiopia and wanted to see you before he left.

He would have been gone for weeks at a time and there was no telling when he would be back.

You were pissed because he hid the fact the was married from you. He thought you knew from Ethan but you hadn’t.

He replayed your argument almost daily in his head up until the drive back to your place after the assignment; his face would heat up at the mere thought of it.

“When were you going to tell me? Were you even going to tell me?” “Of course, I was- I thought you already knew.”

You scoffed and turned away from him to walk into your kitchen. “If I knew, I wouldn’t have given you the time of day.”

You took a glass from the cabinet and poured a bourbon on the rocks. “You barely give me the time of day now,”

“Any normal person would have gotten the hint by now and move on,” “Then I guess I’m not a normal person,” you down the drink in one shot, making a face when the burn lingers.

“Ari, I really don’t think this is going to work. You’re married. You obviously married her because you had some sort of connection with her. So focus on repairing things with her instead of starting new with me,”

“No. There was never a connection. I did it out of obligation.” “So.. does that make me an obligation then?”

“I want to be with you, Y/N. We share a connection whether you want to or not. So stop being stubborn for once and allow it to happen.” He snaps.

You met his gaze from across the counter and let out a long breath. “I think you should focus on your mission for tomorrow,” you said after a long pause.

He huffs and presses the palms of his hands against the counter. “Okay,” he said softly and left your house.

You waited for the door to close to lean your head against the wall. He wasn’t going to go away. So that means you have to.

Ari was immediately concerned when he was greeted by a for sale sign in your front yard when he pulled into your driveway.

He left the flower he bought you in the passenger seat and ran up the stairs. The front door was locked so he went around back to check if the sliding glass door was open.

He sighed in relief when the door smoothly slid open. Everything was moved out from the house and your scent has faded out, even in your bedroom.

He bowed his head when he realized that you were gone for nearly as long as he was on assignment.

Where the hell did you go?

He pulls out his phone and clicked on an unsaved number. On the third ring, someone answered.

“Well isn’t this a surprise. How’s it going, sunshine?” Lloyd greets. “Lloyd, I need you to do something to me,” “Name it,”

#alpha! ari levinson #black!reader #ari levinson x black!reader #ari levinson x reader #afrolatina!reader

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moongumi · 2 years

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under our moonlight¹

pairing: khonshu x reader

⟶ cw. age-gap (lol), uni!au, avatar!reader, soft khonshu, smut

sypnosis: khonshu feels a certain way about his young avatar

⟶ wc. 1.8k

a/n: hii i couldn’t stop thinking about khonshu so here it is!! this was posted first on ao3 and will be onwardsss. the italics means khonshu is speaking inside your head whilst if dialogue means he’s actually talking outloud but of course only you can hear him anyways but for plot its what it is for now!! the structures kinda broken idk it uploaded weird but hope you enjoy!!!

part 1 // part 2 // part 3

It wasn’t very easy to focus on writing this essay that you had due tomorrow, especially not if you had left it last moment and definitely not when you have a dead pigeon scowling at you as you ignored him.

His voice boomed through your head every second you had any thought of your own, he just kept interrupting all the focus and thoughts you had.

I’m serious, we must make haste. You sighed, rubbing your head. You continue to ignore him. You cannot ignore me all night, you are my moon knight, this is our deal.

You groan, throwing off your headphones against your couch. The music that could be heard from it echoed softly, and the bird looks at it with a tilted head.

“Couldn’t we just halt it for one night? You told me I could still live a normal life, this is a part of that normal life you promised me.”

Khonshu, the skully bird that you owed your life to scoffs, “Even if this thing you call an education of yours is a part of your normal life, the expectations of an avatar bestows it, above all else, you must devote yourself.”

You can’t roll your eyes much more, staring at the god who barely fit his head in your small apartment. He crouches slightly, his head nearly hits the roof and his staff is held at an angle. His cloak and bandages flow through non-existent wind, it is rather distracting.

He seemed unwilling to budge, you were used to it.

“Fine, can you wait thirty minutes?” You bargained, “Just thirty, okay?”

The God sighs, Sure, but do not make me wait much longer.

Khonshu practically breathes down your neck the entire time, down to every last second. The bird didn’t know much about personal space.

☆.・゜゜・*. * ·✧*. * ·★.・゜゜・✰

The next day you felt awfully sore, your body was so goddamn sore. The ceremonial suit healed enough of your body but you couldn’t stay in it long enough, you were too tired and fell asleep. Now you were at your early shift working in a small cafe, having to put the brightest smile on your face right now as you mopped the floors.

“Right,” Your manager walked by calling out your name, “We’re one short today so you guys are going to have a handful of work, they’re on the board so, that’s all I have for you.”

Great, seems like a lot of people were calling in sick this week and well, taking their goddamn holidays at any sign of sunlight but then again, people do take advantage of England's lack of sun but fuck, an indie cafe on the streets of London was bound to be popular, especially as a niche shop with barely any seats. It didn’t matter much, most people just take their drinks to go─for some reason even though it would be much cheaper and faster somewhere like Costa but maybe it was the cute cup sleeves.

“Well fuck me,” Your shift partner groans, she leans on the top of her broom, “Hopefully they don’t ask us to work overtime, again!”

You laugh.

“Surely wouldn’t be a bad thing, I thought you enjoyed working?” You said jokingly.

She places a finger on her lips, “Hush, I only say that to impress him.” She was referring to the manager that had just come by, she did after all have the hugest crush on him.

A presence behind you couldn’t ignore, why was he here? Right now. You turned to face him, trying your hardest to not yell at him right now, no one else sees him but you and well, you didn’t want to seem like a crazy person.

“Khonshu, I thought we agreed that you wouldn’t come to my job.” You whispered to yourself, knowing he could hear you. The dead bird hums, looking around the room with his huge head bouncing about. His heavy feet and staff against the ground could only be felt and heard by you. His bandages wrapped around your arms slightly as he brushed past you to stare at your friend.

His beak almost touches her, and she flinches when he teleports back towards you, “Huh, did he just turn the ac on? It’s far too cold for ac today.”

“Maybe?” You answered quickly feeling uneasy, confused as to what Khonshu was trying to do. “I’ll check.”

She thanks you as you basically run off towards the counters, pretending to press buttons on the touchscreen heat control. Hoping that the God that has you wrapped around his fingers would come too.

“What are you doing?” You asked, looking at him as he leans against the drinks station, brushing his fingers against the coffee machines.

Khonshu hums, his voice echoes out of his throat, “I was curious as to what my avatar gets to in the daytime, the time I never see her.”

You sigh, placing a hand on your hips, “I work, Khonshu. It’s either work or school, do you think I go around selling drugs or something?”

Khonshu sighs, “No.”

He’s direct, but quick with his words even though a lot of it was vague and confusing to you. A ding signals a customer and you pushed past his large frame, the cold and wrapped up body burned under your warm touch but you didn’t know that only he felt it.

Khonshu watches you. He watches his small avatar do her mundane tasks. His large body leans back on the counter, he sees you from behind as you served a customer. A young guy, your age, and attractive. He smiles for far too long, and practically giggles as you spoke.

You asked if he wanted any cookies or cakes, and he smiles asking you what you would recommend. Khonshu recognized this pattern, the flirting that all his other avatars had been through, experienced, or done themselves. This happened a lot to his very beautiful avatar and you always turned them down but for some reason, Khonshu felt a discomfort watching you smile and play along with his vile intentions.

Little bird, give that man his coffee before I make him drink it through a hole in his stomach. He sees you flinch, you turn to scowl at him and he feels good about it. You did as he said, taking the man’s money and making his drink as the man stands and awaits his drink.

You moved back to take the coffee grinds and put them in the machine, smacking Khonshu’s thigh as he was in the way which made the God move but he still stays sat, his large beak brushing some of your hair. Must he stand and watch your every move, I will take his eyes and feed them to your rat back home.

“Khonshu, he’s just waiting for his coffee, a lot of people just stand like that and he asked for takeaway so he’s not even staying here,” You glare at him, “And Luna is a cat! Not a rat.”

That cat looks like a rat, I cannot believe you named her after the moon even though she is a disgusting creature. Khonshu grumbles. Gosh, you weren’t going to argue with him right now about your cat. You knew that she was not the cutest looking to everyone but hell, she was to you, and just because she’s a hairless cat he calls her a rat.

“I thought Egyptians honored cats,” You ask, quietly.

Hmm, not one that looks like a rat. I had many cats, beautiful creatures with fur. At least he was a cat person but still doesn’t make it for the fact that he did hate your cat.

Khonshu breathes down your neck the entire time you made the hot drink, until the time you handed it back to the customer. He watches the man’s hands linger on yours for far too long, he wanted to snap his wrist and bend it behind his back beyond humanly possible.

“Keep the change,” The man says, smiling ear to ear. You thank him, and hopes for him to have a good day. Khonshu was confused as to why you would wish for such a vermin to have a good day.

“See, just a customer,” You put the extra cash into the tips jar, “No need to get jealous.”

Jealous? Do I reek of jealousy little bird? I’m only worried for my avatar’s safety whether it be physically or mentally, and that worm seemed like someone with a corrupted heart. I do not get jealous. Khonshu spat his voice booms in your head.

You hum, turning to face him with a note in your hands, smiling at him, “A worm that gave me his number.”

Give it to me, I will erase it from existence. He reaches but you dodged and crumbled it into a ball before shoving it in your back pocket.

You shake your head, biting your lip, “Nah, I’ll text him─let’s see if you get jealous.”

You will not. I forbid it. Khonsu practically shouts in your ears, you only chuckle and walk past him. He drops the end of his scepter onto the ground to get your attention, “Y/n, as my avatar you will listen to me. You are forbidden to act upon this desire─”

“Nothing in our deal suggests you controlling my sex life, Khonshu, now either leave or stand out of the way rush hour is about to start.”

Khonshu does stand out of the way for a couple of minutes before you feel cold fingers brush against the sides of your hips, it pushes you against the counter as you waited for the blender to finish. The cold fingers belonged to him of course, the boney beak brushes the edge of your sweater.

His fingers slip their way slowly into your back pockets and you were unable to stop him, the crumbled paper leaves your pocket quickly and disintegrates upon his touch.

You gulped, feeling your cheeks redden at his tight hold. You can’t possibly be feeling like this around him, especially not in public. God, you haven’t been touched in months and the closest thing to a man’s hand has you already this worked up, you needed to get laid.

You cleared your throat, “You going to stand behind me all day?”

If needs be, my little bird. Khonshu’s voice breaks through your core, down the pits of your stomach. I sense no discomfort in you, rather, something else but I don’t think you are ready for that conversation.

With that, he leaves you with your breath choked up in your throat and your heart racing. You were only broken out of your trance when the blender dinged and you continued your routine, fill the cup, hand it over and smile.

☆.・゜゜・*. * ·✧*. * ·★.・゜゜・✰

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#khonshu #khonshu smut #khonshu x reader #moon knight smut #moon knight fanfiction #khonshu fanfiction #khonshu fanfic #avatar!reader #📖 ⟶ fic. under our moonlight

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derkem · 8 months

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Bocchi Les Paul Custom project

First thing's first, this project was inspired by nisebelle on Youtube, who had a video called "Bocchi on a budget" where she did a similar project on a Harley Benton guitar - it's not up at the moment, maybe cause of copyright stuff, I dunno, but she's super cool and inspired a lot of my recent guitar modding!

...mostly cause I wanna be as cool as her

The basis for my project was a secondhand Burny RLC55, a Chinese Les Paul Custom copy that looked more or less like this when I got it (minus the knobs, which I already changed from the plain black top hats to the reflectors Bocchi has)

I picked this cause Burny is a cool brand (I mostly associate them with hide from X Japan since they produced his signature models) and because I like the headstock inlay - imho a Custom isn't a Custom without the headstock inlay, and since replicating Gibson's split diamond is a step too far for other manufacturers, copyright-wise, I think it's cool to do something a little different with it; equally, I like this more faithful copy of the Gibson headstock shape over the Epiphone one either in its current narrower guise or the older "clipped dove wing" style (I like the latter, just not on an LPC)

this one also has a really dark rosewood fretboard which is close enough to ebony that (imho) it doesn't detract from the Custom look - it wouldn't entirely surprise me if the previous owner stained it darker

most importantly, of course, the price was right, given this is a Chinese-made guitar in slightly shabby condition - my ideal would have been an FGN but since this was a fun project rather than something I needed to do something I otherwise couldn't musically, I wasn't gonna shell out that kind of money

So that was my starting point for today, knobs notwithstanding

First thing I did was test fit the hardware

I bought a new bridge and tailpiece for this cause the existing ones were in crummy condition, both were Gotoh parts (hehe like Gotoh Hitori), the bridge is an ABR-1 style tune-o-matic which narrower and more "vintage correct" than the wider Nashville style that's more typical today - this is fine as long as you don't run out of space to adjust intonation, but I don't expect to; I just like how it looks

The new bridge posts didn't fit in the existing bushings - I decided it wasn't anywhere near worth the hassle of replacing these because the bridge sits just fine on the existing posts (which aren't too visible anyway) and I'm not getting any premiums when I sell on the original parts anyway

The tailpiece posts fit just fine, which is good as those are more visible and would bother me more if I had to reuse the stock ones

With compatibility established I moved onto the headstock to replace the existing "kidney" style tuning keys with the "keystone" style Bocchi has

the tuners themselves are perfectly good, and correct to Bocchi's model, so I didn't shell out to replace these - the non-locking Grovers (arguably the locking ones too) are a bit overpriced imho but I do really like them!

keystones left, kidneys right

despite being designed for these tuners, a couple of the keys on the treble side didn't go on great, however the tension keeps them in the right place once the strings are on.

At some point in this guitar's life the pickup mounting rings were replaced for some reason, using the flat-bottomed kind which don't fit properly on a carved top like a Les Paul

I got a replacement pair to sort this out - though I only replaced the neck one at this point as I was going to replace the bridge pickup anyway, so there was no point remounting it yet

I then took my estrogen to make sure I'd be prepared for the soldering, and used the last of my pill water to soak the sponge on my soldering iron stand

I hadn't originally intended to replace the switch, but I was going to replace the hardware with gold, per Bocchi's LPC, and found the thread on the replacement switch tip I bought was incompatible, so I figured I might as well just get a replacement gold switch too to complete the look

ironically the thread was still incompatible, but I just stuffed part of a receipt in there to make it bite and called it a day

this seemed like a relatively straightforward place to start my first soldering in about a decade

the ground wire was a bit stubborn but eventually I got it off, and a few minutes later had connected everything back up on the new switch and reinstalled it with the new gold hardware

It was then time for the most complicated part, replacing the bridge pickup and installing a push/pull phase switch to take advantage of the separate ground wire (as opposed to a combined ground and neutral wire which makes phase reversal result in noise issues)

when i'd played this guitar originally, I found the bridge pickup a bit flubby and lacking in bite, so i found a cheap gold-covered Seymour Duncan Distortion on ebay - conveniently in a similar condition to the neck pickup - and decided to use that

the first job was just desoldering the pickup itself, which was only two connections, and ended up a little ugly but not too bad - rescuable, anyway

i tied a string to the pickup wires so that when i pulled the pickup out i'd be able to use the string to pull the new wires back through

new pickup mounted, although I had to trim the springs on it to get it on it was relatively unproblematic

before connecting the new pickup i needed to replace the existing volume pot with the push/pull switch i'd be using, i just focused on getting this done rather than taking progress photos as i didn't want to fuck stuff up with the 200 degree soldering iron on my desk

the result was pretty presentable - i also changed the tone capacitor on the neck pickup to brighten it up a little

before finishing things off i gave the frets and finish a quick polish, which honestly did wonders, way more than i expected - it didn't eliminate the scratches but it brought back the shine of a new guitar - very nice!

the fretboard could definitely have used some care too, but i figured i'd leave that for another day cause i wanted to get to testing

I then added the finishing touches - a new Les Paul Custom scratchplate (which took a little convincing thanks to the pickup rings), the bridge and tailpiece, and strung it up

By way of an epilogue, when i plugged it in it didn't make any sound

thankfully i've picked up enough about guitar electronics over the years that i was able to diagnose and fix the issue without too much trouble, but feel free to have a go yourself - it's something very simple!

#bocchi the rock #btr #hitori gotoh

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tears0fsatan · 2 years

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Hello! I hope you're having a wonderful day/night!

May I request a Lucifer x male reader NSFW?

Dom reader, taking care of Lucifer when he feels stressed/sad, maybe trying to break his pride so he can admit what he wants? You can do any sort of kink you want, but may I ask for a slight choking kink, maybe biting?

I apologize if this is awkward, this is my first time requesting ever. ^^ (p.s. I absolutely love your work!)

𖥻 characters... lucifer x m!reader

𖥻 genre... nsfw oneshot

𖥻 warnings... nsfw!! minors, ageless blogs and fem aligned will be blocked, amab!reader, dom top!reader, sub bottom!lucifer, dacryphilia [a lot of it lololol], reader calls luci a variety of pet names, tons of teasing, dirty talking, begging, praise, choking, marking [biting n scratching lolz], mentions of blood [not a lot but adding jus incase], nipple play? kinda? not too detailed but its there, drooling!!, gets a lil messy, slight dumbification question mark, fingering, edging & overstim <3

𖥻 a.n... oh my, darling ur absolutely fine!! ur politeness is a large contrast to ur req but it's rather endearing LMFAOOO n thank u for joinin in the event!! please don't be shy to drop by again, alright?? <33 anw this is so raunchy i'd have heart eyes if it were possible n i'm sorry if the choking part is inaccurate i'm not well versed in it </3

🌐 % 3V3NT H3R3 @ __★

the words on the paper were beginning to blur into one another and his fingers felt sore and worn. with eyebrows scrunched together in disappointment, slim and nimble fingers moved fluidly across the expanse of paper as they stamped 'DISAPPROVED' in big, bold, red letters at the request of the student council approving the creation of a human hate club. lucifer sighed for the umpteenth time that night, using his free thumb and forefinger to massage the space in between his eyes.

he dared to take a glance at the mountains of student council work that were strewn all over his desk, the paperwork seeming endless. he felt tears pricking his eyes at the sheer amount of work he had left, just because he was used to doing it didn’t mean it ever got easier.

the avatar of pride harshly pushed his chair back, head in his hands and gripping the ends of his hair tightly. he squeezed his eyes shut to prevent the tears from falling down his face, anything to keep himself from falling apart.

his muscles ached and he could feel the tell-tale signs of his throat beginning to close up. despite his efforts of holding back his tears, a few managed to slip by. he dug the heel of his palms into his eyes in an attempt to stop them from hitting the ground, his last attempt at keeping control.

“lucifer?” at the call of his name, the demon shot up. seeing you at the end of his desk sent him into a panic, he was well aware that he looked less than favourable.

lucifer cleared his throat, running his fingers through his hair to at least try to look presentable in front of you. he looked up at you expectedly, forcing down his stress and shifting all his focus on you.

“is everything alright?” it was hard to ignore the avatar of pride’s bloodshot eyes and untidy hair, and with the amount of work piled up on his desk, it was easy to put two and two together.

“everything is fine, is there something you needed?” he straightened out his suit, picking up the pen he had dropped earlier to continue where he left off, only to sigh once more upon seeing the paper he had been reading.

“lucifer… i think you should rest, you’re clearly overworked.” you tried arguing, though you knew it would be futile.

lucifer gave you a deadpanned look, wordlessly signaling towards the endless piles of paperwork. you outwardly cringed, understanding full well why lucifer was pushing himself so hard. regardless, you were determined to get him to rest, you had picked up that lucifer hadn’t slept in roughly three days, surviving purely off of coffee.

“It’ll still be there when you get back… i’m sure you’re ahead of all of it too. c’mon, you need to take a break.” you tried ushering him out of his chair, taking a glance at the document he was doing, scrunching your eyebrows in disgust at its contents.

the demon was torn. on one hand, you were right, getting some rest would help his stressed and sleep-deprived mind make better decisions. on the other, he couldn't let himself procrastinate any further, he already had so much work to do, it would only increase if he were to take a break.

"you and i both know you'll feel better if you do, lucifer. i love you, but please don't be so hard on yourself." you begged, seeing him so worn out like this hurt you in more ways than one could imagine. you wanted nothing more than to hold him in your arms and take care of him.

seeing him sluggishly sign his name at the end of the document made you certain you were going to have him relax, one way or another.

lucifer was close to shutting you down until he moved on to the next paper. not only did the words appear to bleed together, but they looked like they were melting off the page. his thoughts were equally as muddled, his thoughts about work slowly dissolving into thoughts about you.

he craved your touch, he needed you to make him feel better. he needed you to make him forget about his work, to forget about all the expectations the world had of him. he wanted nothing more than for you to bend him over and⎯

again, his cursed pride held him back. everything in his body was screaming at him to push you away and finish his work, even if it meant he was damaging his body.

"mc, i appreciate the concern, but i really need to get back to work." the wavering in his voice gave away his hesitation, though the demon pretended as though it didn't happen, most likely to soothe himself. it was clear that there was something he wanted to say but his sin stopped him from doing so.

"lucifer, look at me." you forcibly turned his head towards you, "put your stupid ego to the side and tell me, without holding back in the slightest, what you want."

lucifer bit his lip, tears building up in his eyes once more, gaze dancing from your own eyes to the desk to the ceiling. he shook his head, the beady tears slowly making their way down his face as he tried to fight the temptation.

"i..." you took a deep breath, feeling the hair on the back of your neck stand up from anticipation, "i can't, mc. i really must finish my work." you exhaled, disappointed that his pride got the better of him.

though despite his words, his breathing got noticeably heavier, and you took note of the way he squeezed his thighs together. you licked your lips, feeling your cheeks grow warmer at the effect you had on the demon.

"are you sure, luci? your body's a lot more honest than your words~" you purred, stroking his cheek with your thumb lovingly.

it was so shameful for his body to be so desperate like this, but he couldn't help but feel even more turned on. he enjoyed how you were treating him so softly, though the underlying roughness to your actions was more than clear to him.

your hands trailed down to his neck, gently caressing him before squeezing down on the sides of his neck. you relished in the way lucifer's mouth dropped open in a silent moan, the way he screwed his eyes shut, and the salty tears that trickled down his flushed cheeks.

"cmon baby, don't you want more of this? i can give you more... only if you come to bed with me." you teased while loosening your grip, letting him breathe again. he inhaled sharply, eyes shooting open before refocusing on you. aside from how glossed over they were, there was a needy look in his eyes and they were solely trained on you.

you backed away from him, tracing down his body until he was out of reach. his body unknowingly chased after you, gazing at you with what you could only describe as 'puppy eyes'.

as you neared the stairs, you watched as lucifer kept glancing between you and the work that flooded his workstation, genuinely looking torn at the decision he was forced to make.

after taking a deep breath, he abruptly got up from his chair and made his way towards you. without even sparing you a glance, he grabbed onto your wrist and pulled you with him without a word. you weren't one to complain, it meant you could admire his back without lucifer chiding you.

you hadn't even noticed when the two of you arrived in front of his room until you were forcefully pulled into it. you stumbled into his lavish room, a little surprised that your sweet talking went through to him. the door closed quietly behind you, not wanting to make too much noise as it was late into the night.

lucifer didn't look at you, rather, he was actively avoiding your gaze. you paid no mind to it, already knowing how much self-control it took him to let you take care of him. the avatar of pride stood stiffly near you, shoulders and jaw visibly tense. to those who weren't familiar with lucifer saw the look on his face, they would've naturally assumed he was annoyed, but you knew better. you also knew that lucifer was far from annoyed, you'd say he was feeling pretty excited if anything.

you closed the gap between the two of you, bringing your face close to his. with your lips only mere millimeters away from his, you could feel his quickened breath fan over your lips.

your gaze shifted from their focus on his chapped lips to the steadily growing blush on his cheeks, enjoying the way his eyes kept nervously darting around the room.

"good boy." you whispered, giving him a quick peck as a reward.

that quick peck easily escalated, and before long, you found yourself pushing lucifer back on his bed with your lips still attached to his. he was the epitome of disheveled, his coat was somewhere strewn on the floor, his vest halfway unbuttoned, giving you the perfect view of his broad chest.

you bit your lip, his unmarked expanse of skin looked like it was begging to be marked up you. the demon watched you through half-lidded eyes, observing your every move with his hair splayed around him like a halo. his knees hung off the edge of the bed, with one arm covering the lower half of his face.

you were completely awestruck by his beauty, wanting nothing more than this very sight to be burned into your memory. you took a deep breath, giving his figure one last glance before leaning back down. you gave his lips a peck, peppering kisses down his neck while your hands undid the rest of the buttons.

you hadn't realised how hard you had bitten down until you felt the warm, thick liquid hit your tongue. initially, you flinched backward, immediately unlatching yourself from his neck when the metallic liquid coated your tongue. you were ready to apologise until you heard lucifer whine and felt his cock twitch against your stomach. you blinked a few times, stunned that the demon had enjoyed that.

you were frozen, unsure of how to react. then, your eyes caught on to the drop of blood that seeped through the wound, feeling a strong urge to lick it up. you were lapping it up before you had a second thought about it, soothing the bite and stopping the bleeding. the whimpers you got in response were enough to fuel you on, leaving more bites on the base of his neck, each drawing blood that would trail further down his chest until you could lick it up.

you alternated between leaving kisses, hickeys, and bites on his neck, leaning back a little to examine your work. you knew lucifer would get upset at you in the morning but it eased the feral side of you seeing him all marked up.

you slipped his vest off his shoulders, throwing it aimlessly behind you, uncaring of where it landed, and went straight to kissing his chest. your hands stroked his body, lingering on his pecs and slowly making their way down to his thighs where they rested, massaging and pawing at the defined muscles. your hands inched closer to his growing length, only to change their direction when your fingertips grazed it. the quiet gasps he let outplayed at your heartstrings and you had to hold yourself back from cooing.

just like his neck, you alternated between littering kisses, sucking hickeys, and the occasional nip on his chest. you neared his nipples, dragging your tongue across the expanse of skin until you could latch onto the hardened bud. lucifer's hands immediately clutched onto your head, bringing your impossibly closer to him.

you watched the demon's face rapidly shift expressions through half-lidded eyes, chuckling against his skin at his reaction to you grazing your teeth on the bud. you continued suckling on his nipple while one of your hands moved up to play with the neglected bud.

you relished in the way lucifer's pants divulged into soft moans, his back arching into your mouth. his dewy eyes tried to keep their focus on you, though you suppose the humiliation and embarrassment of was beginning to sink in as after meeting your gaze, his eyes snapped towards the ceiling. however, keeping his eyes off of you proved more difficult than he originally thought, as his eyes kept glancing back at you.

you came off his chest with a lewd pop!, tongue hanging out of your mouth and resting it on the tip of of the nipple, coating the tender bud in your saliva. you made sure to keep eye contact with lucifer while trailing kisses to the disregarded nipple.

you gave it the same attention as you did to the other, only detaching yourself when you felt satisfied with your teasing. you took a moment to catch your breath, seeing that lucifer also needed a moment to collect himself by the growing wet spot in his pants.

your finger trailed down and teased his clothed tip, "doesn't this feel uncomfortable, baby? don't you wanna get rid of this, hm?" you tutted in faux disappointment, relishing at the avatar of pride's tightly squeezed shut. he nodded desperately, though making no move to change it.

you grinned, moving away from him and off of the bed, the demon immediately rising and crawling after you like a lost puppy.

"why don't you move a little higher, darling? get comfortable, 'kay?" you pecked him before leaving to fetch the lube you knew he kept hidden amidst his socks in one of the drawers on his side table. you took the time to strip yourself of your shirt while you were at it, dealing with it now rather than pause your actions later.

you turned back to lucifer, only to have the breath knocked out of you when you saw the way he was sat, patiently waiting for your return. he had done the courtesy of taking off his trousers and you weren't sure if he had taken off his boxers thanks to the pillow he had clutched in his arms.

his face was still red, due to the crying or the shyness you weren't certain. he sniffled, snapping you out of your reverie. you rushed back to him, pecking him once more before laying him down. you moved the pillow out of his hold, pleased to see that he had taken off his boxers as well. you supposed lucifer began to feel you weren't progressing at the speed he wanted, his hands wrapping around your neck and pulling you down to another kiss.

his hands found home on your back, raking his fingernails down with enough force you knew would leave welts, not that you minded anyways.

your hands caressed his body, squeezing the supple muscles every now and then. your hands teased around his leaky cock, touching everywhere but where he wanted you to touch most.

lucifer whined as a response, hands moving away in what you assumed was an attempt to guide your hands to his hard-on. you pulled away with a tsk, "behave... or tell me what you want." you firmly repeated, a hand snaked around his throat, squeezing gently as a warning while the other hand pulled away from his body completely.

lucifer looked like he wanted to oppose you, eyebrows furrowed and looking at you with an unexplainable emotion swirling in his eyes. he kept silent, choosing instead to look away and hide his face from you, though his body gave him away.

you took note of the way his back slightly arched off the bed, as though it was chasing after your touch. the action made you coo, deciding that, maybe, it wouldn't hurt to give him a small reward.

you kept him distracted with a kiss while your hands dealt with the lube. the demon flinched the moment the cool liquid made contact with his sensitive cock, his hands moving to grab your biceps, squeezing your muscles with strength you forgot he was capable of.

you were quick to soothe him, your right hand wrapping around his length and giving him a pump while your left hand went up to cup his cheek.

lucifer instinctively nuzzled his face against your palm, eyes falling shut as he obediently took what you were giving him. his voice started off soft and quiet, though as your speed gradually increased, so did the volume of his moans and whines.

"you're doing so well for me, sweetheart." you praised, grip tightening ever so slightly when your hand glided over his tip.

lucifer's panting got louder and heavier, whimpers mixing in when your thumb teased his slit. his hand flew towards his mouth, muffling the loud, wanton moan that escaped him.

with the more you touched him, the more he unravel beneath you, as though all his inhibitions were thrown out the window. your other hand lowered to his ass, slicked up finger circling around his hole that clenched around nothing. an amused, breathy laugh exited your lips at how needy lucifer was being, like a whore in heat all because he had a finger in his ass and a human was playing with his hard cock.

you thought it would be cruel if you didn't fill him in on your train of thoughts, so you did just that. "you look so pathetic like this, my dear. lookin' so wrecked all 'cause a human's playing with your ass and touching your cock." you cooed in a mean tone, enjoying the whines that spilled past his lips and the twitching of his dick.

you continued teasing him, changing the speed of you stroking him as to throw him off guard, so he could feel his orgasm approaching but never really reach it.

eventually, his hips began to match your pace, thrusting up into your hand when your fingers would graze the spot that made his back arch in the loveliest ways. you were a little impressed with how quick he was to figure out your pattern and use it to his advantage.

you let him continue doing so, knowing that it would ultimately lead him nowhere since he still hadn't been completely honest with you.

the lewd sounds of your actions echoed around the room, the constant squelch! and fap! were loud enough for you to worry that it was audible to the rest of the household. though you were brought out of your thoughts by lucifer's hands pulling you down to bring you into a heated kiss, the worry slipping from your mind as you brought your focus back onto the crying demon.

"need more." he sobbed against your lips, voice so soft you had thought it had been your mind playing tricks on you. yet your demon proved you wrong, repeating the words over and over again almost like it was a prayer.

he only stopped when he came, moaning out your name so loud you were sure diavolo would've been able to hear it from the castle. long, thick strands of cum painted his stomach and your hand, making you pause your ministrations.

you let him catch his breath before beginning up again, pace unchanging from the one before he came. his eyes shot open, looking at you in a panic and shaking his head vigorously.

"can't! 's too much!" he begged, although his body disagreed with his words. you muted him with a peck, the hand wrapped around his twitching cock slowing its pace while the fingers buried in his tight hole kept grazing him sweet spot.

it didn't take long for his next climax to build up, still sensitive from his previous high. you assumed his pride no longer weighed in his mind, his voice going up an octave and volume the longer you wound him up.

a smirk grew on your lips at the look on the demon's face. his face was sticky with a mixture of tears and sweat, his button nose and cheeks still red from his crying. he had his mouth hung open, tongue lolled out to the side and his eyes had a glazed-over look to them.

you stopped your ministrations, moving your hands away from both his ass and his leaky cock, chuckling at the way his hole clenched around nothing and the way he began sobbing harder.

"tell me what you want, luci. it's that easy, darling." you cooed, squeezing his fleshy thighs. the avatar of pride whined loudly, body squirming around uncontrollably atop of his plush pillows. "i can't give you what you want if you don't tell me, baby." you pushed harder, knowing his pride was near its breaking point.

you finally got what you had spent the hour working towards, and my, did you enjoy seeing it pay off.

"i want you to touch me." lucifer mumbled while choking back a sob, "want you t' fuck me 'nd make me forget about work, please, please, please." the demon begged, pride flying out the window and letting himself go.

with a smile, you peppered kisses up his thighs, happy you finally got him to admit everything he was bottling up.

"that wasn't so hard, now was it, darling?" you put your hands back on him, giving his painfully hard cock a few more pumps until he came on your hand. a loud cry ripped from his throat before he bit down on his lip, your eyes mesmerised by the drop of blood that rolled down his chin as a result.

lucifer didn't reply to your teasing, his head was turned away from you so you could see the flush that coated his cheeks and ears. you silently observed the way his chest rose and fell erratically, feeling proud of yourself.

but you weren't done, in fact, you were nowhere near done.

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