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redr0sewrites · 2 months

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I just saw a Fanart of sad luci after his plans got reject by heaven and good lord I need some fluff. The look on his face was heartbreaking for me so I was wondering if ypu could write A lucifer x gn reader where reader comforts him and/or when he gets banished reader jumps after him?

Sorry if this is too much

AAAA I LOVE THIS IDEA!!!! i took my own little spin on this, so i hope u like it!!! also pls share the fanart nonnie, id love to see it!!!

🥀Cw: angst to fluff, Lucifer's trauma, crying

it had been so many years, and yet lucifer still remembered the feeling of falling. it was cold and dark and endless, with only the sounds of his own screams and flailing wings to accompany him as he descended from the heavens, hurdling down into the depths of hell. all he had wanted was to give the humans free will, but this is what they chose to do with it? it crushed lucifer's very soul, breaking all the resolve and respect he had for heaven in one fatal stab. with bleeding wings and a broken heart, he swore to forget about heaven, to move on. and yet, nights like these still caused him endless grief. however, lucifer had a hope, a light in the tunnel of darkness he had fallen into so long ago. he found you years ago, a mere sinner, and had been swept away almost instantaneously. despite being in hell, you seemed to shine brighter than anyone lucifer had ever met, and he was captivated instantly. everything about you was just so precious, and he loved you with all of his soul. but, with that love came worry. and worry turns into anxiety, which turns to fear, which turns to pain, all of which led to the distraught state he was in now.

soft, broken sobs accompanied by the rushing shower woke you from your sleep. it was late at night, too late to be awake- at least in your opinion, and the fiery skies of hell casted an eery red light through the window. turning in your shared bed, you immediately noticed the absence of your lover and sat upright, the exhaustion fleeing your body as you surveyed the room around you. the night was still, but not silent, and you heard it again. the sound of soft, muffled sobs coming from the bathroom. the shower was running as well, and light seeped from the crack beneath the door. it was apparent that lucifer was in there, but why he had decided to shower at such a time was beyond your understanding. standing up, you approach the door to bring your husband back to bed. with each step closer, your concern grows tenfold.

"luci?" you whisper, knocking on the door gently. immediately the sobs halt and you hear a broken gasp from inside the room. "lucifer, are you okay? if you don't respond i'm coming in," you murmur, slowly turning the door knob. with no response, you opened the door and stepped inside. you were greeted by the sight of lucifer, crouching on the floor of the shower, wings unfurled and shaking. from what you could see of his face that wasn't shielded by white feathers, tears trickled down his cheeks, and his eyes were puffy from crying. he turned away from you as you entered, curling into himself and pressing his wings tightly against his body. the shower was still running, the water cascading over his bare skin and spraying you slightly as you stepped closer. "luci.." you whisper, gently stepping even closer until you were practically in the shower. "please, i- i don't want you to see me like this..." his voice sounded miserable and he still refused to even look at you. the shower was starting to spray you now, and you were shocked to find that it was cold. you flinched in surprise, but stepped inside anyway. in one swift movement you turn the shower off, and a painful quiet floods the room in the wake of the water. the silence is deafening, and lucifer seems to be shrinking in on himself every passing second.

"lucifer.. what happened?" you weren't sure what to do, where to go, whether or not you should reach out and comfort him or step away. all you knew was that you couldn't leave him alone. lucifer took in a shaky breath, water droplets trickling off his wings as they unfurled ever so slowly. "... i don't know," he admitted, burying his head in his hands. "i was just taking a shower but for some reason the water just-" he paused, hiccuping and shivering softly before continuing. "it just ran cold- and i felt like i was falling again, i couldn't see you and i just-" he let out a defeated sigh, and his wings began to shake again. you watched as his shoulders began to quiver, and you realized he was crying again. "im sorry, i shouldn't- i shouldn't be telling you all of this, its foolish," lucifer whispered huskily. "i still think about falling, and everything that happened with heaven, even though i shouldn't. but every damn day i fear that theyre going to take you away, that- that they will try to crush all i have left.." lucifer began to shiver, and you kneeled down next to him on the shower floor. "lucifer, look at me." you whisper gently but firmly, and he slowly raises his head. his blonde hair is a mess, its soaked and ruffled and sticking to his forehead. his eyes are rimmed with red, and his cheeks and nose are flushed as tears and freezing water dry on his face. his gaze still refuses to meet yours, but at least you know hes listening.

"lucifer, nothing is going to happen to us. heaven doesn't want change, and heaven doesn't want war. we're safe here, and i'm always here for you. if anything happens, we will handle it together, but i need you to know that i'm on your side, okay?" lucifer nods, his watery eyes shifting to meet your gaze. you open your arms and he accepts your invitation, curling into your embrace and engulfing you both in his wings. you're now properly soaked, but you couldn't care less.

you don't know how long you spent sitting on the shower floor as lucifer rocks and cries in your arms, but you don't mind a bit. he's calmed down now, but you still card your hands through his hair and whisper sweet nothings in his ear. "why don't we go back to bed, hm?" you whisper, and he nods. you both stand, and lucifer heads into your bedroom to get dressed. you follow suite, your clothes fully soaked and practically freezing. after swiftly changing into a warmer set of pajamas, you beckon lucifer to bed. he meekly joins you, embarrassed at his own emotional state. you both settle into bed, wrapping you arms around eachother ss you nuzzle into the crook of his neck. "i'm... sorry about all that, and for waking you," he mumbles, and you shush him. "its okay darling, i promise. i'm always on your side, and im always here if you need me," you hum, pressing an appreciative kiss to his adams' apple. lucifer chuckles, kissing the top of your head and squeezing you tight. "the feeling is mutual my dear. i am... so incredibly lucky to have you. now, sleep well, okay?" lucifer whispers into thr darkness, rubbing the words i love you over and over into your back with his thumb. you mumble something unintelligible, your breathing evening out as sleep begins to overwhelm you. "mm... 'night, luci.." lucifer smiles, kissing your hair again. he hopes he can stay like this forever, with you safe in his arms. "goodnight my duckling, sleep well..."

OK THE WAY I ATE THIS UP IT GOT SO LONG AND FOR WHAT? i love him sooooo much yall im so normal? (also this note is for @milyki and milyki only but u are NOT allowed to read this fic or mention this to me irl bc i will die :)

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delicrieux · 1 month

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𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑬 𝑻𝑶 𝑷𝑹𝑬𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑫, 5. year one: early september, 1972

pairing for this chapter—f!lestrange!reader x regulus black warnings for this chapter—none word count—1.9k

the woes of the first week.

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“how is she?” you inquire.

evan remains quiet for a few moments, the very picture of misery. sad eyes pour down the letter held between steady fingers, toast and marmalade untouched by his elbow. he had read it trice and still remains unsatisfied. if you weren’t as tired, you’d snatch it out his hands to inspect it yourself. unfortunately, both of you seem to have been tormented by a sleepless night.

“completely bedridden,” he surmises. there’s a pinch between his brows that will become routine when he’ll be faced with something inconsiderate. you know upon notice, and it feels as though you always knew, “from a common cold.”

hardly a novelty, “hope she gets better soon,” she never does, and anyone but evan would scoff at the words. you wonder if he ever tires of hearing them. a porcelain cup between your palms warms you – black tea and balmy fumes against your skin, “how’d she catch it, anyway?”

“exploring the garden,”

“thought she wasn’t allowed to do that.”

“you’ve met pandora,” he grumbles, folding the letter neatly before hiding it inside the inner lapels of his cloak. close to the heart, where all important things should remain, “a rambunctious child,” he says, as if he isn’t one. the miasma of his father’s perfume doesn’t enfold him. he seems particularly young in the pale morning light, “don’t think she realises the consequences.”

no, surely she does not. sickly and dream-like, pandora rosier speaks little and feels too much. the sight of a butterfly’s torn wing had distraught her so horribly that she fell comatose for a week before she awoke mid-winter with a terrible headache and no recollection of the occurrence. mrs rosier had forbid anyone to speak of it, and pandora was no longer allowed to play in the manor’s garden without an escort. every space needed to be scrubbed and tailored before she was to step foot in it.

not that it helped much. once, pandora told you that she saw mirages in the dancing dust. you thought her terribly stupid and suggested to play dolls instead.

“how will she fare, i wonder,” you think yourself sounding very diplomatic, like mrs rosier when she masked worry with a pinched lip and a slight raise of a brow. your weathered gaze sweeps the sleepy gaggle of children seeking breakfast in the great hall. today, it is much less impressive than the night of the sorting, “hogwarts is hardly up to standards.”

truly, headless ghosts and moving armours, twisting staircases and wailing portraits, not to mention the great expanse of rolling hills and the murky depths of the black lake, still as glass against the trees when you peeked at it this morning. you imagine pandora would faint at the sight of a ripple, or burst into tears upon a still portraits sudden, uncanny movement.

evan must have considered this for far longer than you have. he shrugs. either he doesn’t want to say or he doesn’t want to speak of this further. both fit you fine, for your interest in young pandora goes as far as politeness wills it.

“where’s regulus?” he switches topic idly, pouring some milk into a steaming cup that appeared by his right hand no sooner than he moved it.

“how should i know,” perhaps a tone too petulant for such an offhanded comment, “sleeping, probably.”

he tuts, “surprised you’re awake.”

“i'm very diligent and studious,” you remark, which only earns a quiet chortle. a year ago you would have smacked him. perhaps you haven’t changed so much, because he nurses his shoulder with a glare pointed in your direction, “don’t pout, you look like a pug.”

whatever else he was going to mumble is lost under the threat of more violence. perhaps he has no fight in him. it is very early. you would say you awoke at sunrise, watching it gleam through the water and onto the cold tiles of the slytherin common room. but that would be a lie. you hardly slept at all.

there was no clear reason for it, not that you could name. a restless uneasy spiked once you laid your head down on the cool pillow. your eyes didn’t close, even when they grew heavy from each slow blink. they got used to the dark. you could outline the faint silver embroidery of the curtain around your bed. hear matilda’s hushed breaths and marzy’s quiet snore. the overhead gurgle of pipes. the groan of old wooden structures as you moved, and the rustle of linen sheets. all these sights and sounds distracted you. you kept thinking, but it was too fragmented to understand. at once there was the pungent burn of a record and melted lemon fudge on your tongue.

you wished, for a moment, to find regulus, though you were unsure of what you would do once you located him, nor why you wanted it in the first place. this thought soon warped into a bitter ache because he hadn’t searched you out first. he should know, of course, when you’re unhappy, and he should do something instead of sleeping soundly as if to mock you.

“have you spoken to slughorn?” evan pulls you out of your musings. like a true gentleman, he keeps his elbows off the table and speaks only when he’s done chewing.

“he invited regulus and i for tea and biscuits,” you recall. evan hums in agreement.

“i've got tea with him today. with barty.”

“matilda and marzipan are scheduled for tomorrow, i think,” you say, “curious what to expect?”

“i assume praises about our good blood and magical potential?” he raises a brow with a sideways glance.

you smile, “it’s not so horrid. you can tune him out after the first ten minutes, he hardly says anything worthwhile after.”

the head of your house, the esteemed potion and poison pioneer and rigorous socialite, horace slughorn, is a well-known figure to you outside of the classroom. an invitation is always extended to him during particularly big socials, and he’s always delighted smarmy around the upper echelon of the wizarding world. while his focus then was mostly directed at figures such as your father and others of equal importance, he always gave you a caramel toffee once you were instructed to say hello.

now, of course, you are very much important, a star jewel in his collection of significant children, and he extended his summons to you and regulus personally, and wanted just the two of you alone. you suppose slughorn split you all into pairs so he wouldn’t run out of compliments. you adore being adored, though his praises had felt a tad shallow, and the tea too sweet.

“when’s it, anyway?”

“after dinner,” evan sighs; more students pile into the hall.

“don’t sound all that enthusiastic.”

“can you blame me?”

you make a face, stuck somewhere between scrutiny and pity. no, you can’t really blame him, but that doesn’t mean you shan’t.

thankfully, the conversation melts to silence as you spot a disgruntled and sleepy bartimus and a much more composed regulus. they enter together, seemingly engrossed in a hushed conversation that doesn’t bode well for either, but they lighten up marginally when they see you and evan, pristine even in these unforgiving hours.

“blimey,” barty all of throws himself into a nearby seat, and the table sprouts a hearty breakfast to feed the insatiable crouch stomach, “this toad,” he points with his thumb at regulus, who, still adoring a slight frown, takes a seat beside you. naturally. barty will likely tease him once he’s done cowing over his woes, “woke me at the crack of dawn, moaning about how we’ll be late. we’ve got history of magic, for merlin’s sake. coulda slept in fine and missed zilch.”

“tragic.” is all evan says.

“did you get here early?” regulus greets instead of a good morning. he seems a tad weary, but is, overall, managing quite better than either you or your sombre seatmate. he leans a little, and you lean back, to catch evan’s gaze, “thought i heard the door opening.”

“clearly,” seems rosier’s potency for polite conversation has gone down drastically since your chat. perhaps he’s grown bored, or more tired, or is simply fed up at the sight of barty scarfing down his meal, “you know no one’s gonna take it from you.”

“i'll take from you, though,” barty says, pilfering some toast from evan’s plate.

“did you get a chance to visit the library?” regulus asks, once again, evan.

“shall we switch seats?” you inquire pointedly.

regulus spares you a glance, “i'm fine here.”

if you could roll your eyes more they’d lodge into the back of your skull. the morning is saved, however, by marzy and matilda entering with their arms linked. you spring up, grabbing at your book bag, much to the startle of the boys.

“leaving us for girls?” barty accuses.

“i’m a girl,” you huff, greatly insulted by such a statement, “and i'd much rather enjoy my breakfast with pretty company instead of this sorry sort,” before you can so much as make it a few steps, regulus pipes up.

“will you sit with me at history?”

you frown, “absolutely not!”

you do. and what is worse, you are dragged into the front row. barty and evan sit in the back, no doubt by the former’s request – easier to sleep, or cheat, out of the professor’s peripheries. marzy and matilda sit somewhere in the middle, and the rest of the company is largely unfamiliar to you – some pale-faced ravenclaws and still sleepy hufflepuffs, a few gryffindors with an abundance of school supplies taking everything out with as much volume as expected. this year’s crop of first years is, overall, quite small.

regulus takes out his quills and parchment. hogwarts: a history lays under the sunrays as you stare, willing it to catch on fire. what a feat that’d be, wandless magic on your first week with only a few simple charms under your belt. perhaps you’d be so revelled that the faculty would let you skip this course entirely. no such luck.

regulus nudges you with his elbow, feeling particularly pesky today. you don’t react, opting for scribbling the date on the top of your yellowed paper. he gives you a few moments before he does so again. you write your name. hear him sigh. good, he should feel bad for what he’s done.

“are you angry with me?” he asks quietly, minding the loud conversation just behind you, “i'm not sure what i’ve done to upset you.”

in all fairness, you’re not quite sure, either. the complexities of your mind have yet to be sorted into the words familiar to you. all that you do know is that everything here feels strange, and if you knew the term for it, perhaps it would be called homesickness.

not that you’d ever tell him. regulus changes a bit if front of evan and barty, but such was always the case, only never so apparent. perhaps you have been grieving this difference since you got here. that things will change, and that they are changing, and that you’re changing, as well. you feel as though you should be spared such a premonition. you’re too young to be so self-aware.

“it’s nothing,” you decide to forgive him for his mishaps. he is just a boy. your stupid regulus. your offering of peace is a smile. momentarily, he seems struck by it, looking at you even when you turn back to your parchment and the quirk of your lips melts into a placid line.

somewhere, a thread is weaved.

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ebonyslasher · 5 months

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Scary, Spicy, and Sweet? Pt. 2

Synopsis: You work as a new Nurse in Smith's Grove after finding a passion working with mentally ill patients. Impressed with your skills, Dr. Loomis assigns you to the infamous Michael Myers. His terrorizing activities take an odd, sexy turn that surprises you.

This is part 2. This one has 18+ content. Grown folks Only! Read part 1 here.

This is a request from soooo long ago for @hdhhffgjdhdhdbdbd. I do hope that you enjoy.

Discovering that you were not coming in, set Michael OFF.

Over the past 3 weeks, your reactions have amused him greatly. The shaking in your arms and legs made him chuckle. The short screams from his fake attacks made his cold heart race. However, his focus shifted to other aspects about you. You were very beautiful. Your beauty enhances your scared visage, making you more attractive each day. Your wide nostrils would cutely scrunch when you felt uncomfortable. The way your lips contorted made him want to nibble and suck. Wide mouth screams made him want to cover your mouth with his and dip his tongue into you. Those wonderful eyes of yours would blow up into the cutest way, like a small cat on alert.

Michael could not help but notice your smell. It was always so pleasant. He could not place the scent, but it was light and alluring. It made him inspect your body with increased interest. Your breasts looked delectable. Plump. Sometimes he could see your nipples after a good scare, making his dick jump in excitement. He wanted to watch those hips and ass jiggle as he chased you around, excited to catch his cute little nurse.

It was only yesterday that he realized that he found you the most adorable person he’s ever seen. These feelings, these thoughts were unlike him. He could not wait to explore these odd feelings with you. And now you took the day off?

He would make sure you never leave his side again.

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“...Only doing this cause it’s damn 80 an hour….. fucking…. Michael ass Myers, big funky ass self!....and that weird ass doctor…” You mutter as you stomp through each steel double door, clocking into work, yet AGAIN.

Although you took the offer for extra money, you were still highly upset. You were already running yourself ragged with how often you worked. Surely the hospital was technically breaking some labor laws for allowing this. You should have had a few days off throughout those last few weeks. But that overtime pay was nice. Being aggressive with payments significantly cut down on your student loan debt in the past 7 months.

Still fuming, you make your way towards the nurses station to acquire the stock medication. While typing in the code to access the sedative, an idea pops into your head. Maybe if you administer the medicine as fast as possible, then you could go home sooner. Just stay for a few hours to get enough pay and clock out. Michael would be knocked out anyway and you’d just be sitting around. This was sounding like a good plan. Executing it though could be a problem.

The sedative deposits out of the machine and you read its label. While doing some calculations at your station, a fellow colleague known as Davis Sellers, comes into the area. The man looks distraught. Once he sees you, his shoulders visibly relax.

“Man, it's like I'm looking at an angel right now.” He sighs out.

“An angel? What’s gotten into you?” You asked, amused.

“That nigga Michael…went crazy as hell. I was getting the medicine ready right? Why I turn around and he looking at me cock eyed??? And then that motherfucker jumped at me ooooo noooo. Man, I was fighting for my damn life in there. Had to yell for backup.” During his story telling you had to look away and stifle your laugh. Sometimes, you hated how he told stories. It's not funny, but it's funny.

“Damn, well he better get some sense when I get in there. Cause he’s gonna get knocked the fuck out soon!” You replied, faking some confidence to uplift your work friend.

“Ay, good luck. If he tries something just yell. I got you.” David tells you as he comes over to pat your back in solidarity.

“Oh I will. I’m bout to go get this over with right now.” You gather the materials and begin to head out the station. You double back, squinting your eyes in suspicion. You had a feeling that you were forgetting something...the key! A golden, square shaped key sat beside your computer. You grab it, needing it to access Michaels’ room. Ready to get this ordeal over with, you speed walk towards his room.

Although you were excited, you were very apprehensive. There was unease hovering in the air as you approached his foreboding door. This man, with his sizable muscles and strict determination, was already riled up. David didn’t inform you specifically of how they left him. What exactly you were walking into was unknown, but you were ready to scream at any moment's notice. Standing in front of the door, you hoped that he wouldn’t continue the bull shit.

Shakily, you use the square key to open the door. And the first thing you see is Michael. He looks pitiful all wrapped up in a white straightjacket, mirroring the ‘crazy’ characters in movies. ‘Never thought I would see the straightjacket used in real life,’ you thought, slightly amused. The straightjacket looks like it fought for its life as well, scuff marks of unknown origin littering its ragged form. It looked like there was a second straight jacket weirdly wrapped around his muscular legs. How they did that, you didn’t know. As long as he couldn’t move, you were chill. Michael just sat awkwardly on his bed, leaning against the white wall, observing you like always.

You don’t even mutter a greeting when you turn to the nearest counter to lay your materials onto. You absentmindedly lay the key near the edge of the counter, closest to the door as you begin to open the materials. While doing so, you felt eyes on your form. This makes you turn unconsciously towards the source looking dead set at you. It felt as though he was staring harder than usual. Weirdly enough, it looks like he was…happy? That interpretation was probably very incorrect. But as you approached to observe how you would administer the medicine, there was a gut feeling that you were right.

The initial dilemma of administering the sedative was the location. ‘Which area would be low risk…?’ The drug had to be administered in his veins, so it could act the fastest. Your two choices were between the leg or arm. ‘

You regard his legs, which were twisted up in a complex fashion in the confining jacket. It would be a high risk to try to tackle that mess to get to one leg. There’s a chance that both legs could get free. He could kick the fuck out of you and try to get out of the room. No bueno. So, the arm it is.

You look to the nearest arm, on his right side. It’s still a risk, but a better option, since the straight jacket was easier to navigate. Time was of the essence and you had already spent ample time regarding the situation. Excited at the thought of relaxing at your station, you grab his right arm and disassemble the jacket slightly to get to it. His biceps felt strong and smooth underneath. It was nice and a little distracting. A warm fuzzy feeling gathers in your abdomen. Pressing on, you ignore that odd feeling. Now's not the time to notice attractive things about a very dangerous patient.

Pulling the arm from the jacket, you're surprised that it drops limp onto the mattress. Maybe David gave him a quick sedative while wrestling him? Something to where he couldn’t move fast? Pondering about that doesn’t matter. Getting him fully knocked out was the end goal. You move back to wash and sanitize your hands and some equipment. You manipulate the syringe to slowly take up the medicine. Placing the needle on top, you screw it on and flick the tube to rid of any air bubbles. During the preparation, you could still feel those heavy eyes watching you. Turning back, with the medicine ready, you steel yourself. Sliding towards the Shape, you grab his limp arm.

If you could rewind time, you would have taken the time to question David about all the details of their scuffle. Namely, if he was able to give a quick sedative to Michael before leaving the room. Because suddenly, he grabs your hand, twisting it painfully. You yelp, trying to pull your hand away from his painful grip. As you pull, he lets go, causing you to stumble and drop the medication. Onto the fucking mattress. He grabs it and uses his thumb to bend the needle and crushes the syringe in his palm like it was nothing. The clear liquid sedative leaks from his fist.

You stand awkwardly against the wall. This was terrifying. You want to scream, but your vocal chords stopped working. You mentally yell at your legs to ‘RUN!’ but, your legs are like mush. While your chance to escape was escaping right in front of you, Michael tore off the rest of the jacket. Those jackets are thick and he rips into it easily. Now both his hands were free. The Shape takes those long fingers to tear at the mess around his legs.

It seems like now your dumb legs want to run. You attempt to scramble to the door, but Michael magically grabs you and throws you onto the bed. Fuck. Now, he’s at the door, free to do whatever he likes. And it seems that the first target is you. Your teary eyes stare horrifically at his tall form. His stoic facial expression slowly warps into a small smile.

You say nothing. Just staring at him, in survival mode to see what he would do next. Maybe, you could dart past him when he moves? But he moves first, twisting slightly to grab that key you sat on the counter. He calmly lifts it and places it on top of the highest cabinet in the room. There is no way you could reach that. Michael stalks forward and in turn you scrunch your eyes closed. You did not want to watch your last moments play out.

You feel him firmly clasping your arms. It makes you tense and squeak. But nothing happens. A few seconds go by and he's still holding your arm. Actually, he isn't even hurting you. Confused, you flutter your eyes open to look up at Michael, who was looming over you with an unreadable expression. His hands awkwardly slither down your forearms, down to your wrists. He holds the left one in place, and lifts your right hand. He expertly and quickly adjusts his hands around your wrist for more mobility. He pulls your hand and places it on his crotch. Your eyes widen, and his dick pulsates under your palm.

Okay, what the fuck was going on?! Were you going to die?! Where’d this come from?

The absurdity of the situation finally made you speak, “Michael…” You meant for that to be questioning, instead it sounded…pleading? Forthcoming?

He leans forwards, his handsome face coming towards you. His face is blank as he connects his lips to your forehead. ‘Did..he just kiss me?’ Could you even say it was really a kiss? It’s more of a placement of lips to your forehead. A few seconds pass before he pushes his lips out. You couldn’t even hear the smack. Just feeling soft lips wetting your forehead. Now you're very confused. He is exceedingly soft for an emotionless killer.

Michael lowers himself to the bed, never taking his eyes off your face. It's unnerving the way he stares at you. What will he do next?

You didn’t have to wonder long, as he takes his hands from your wrists and brings it to your breast. He squeezes experimentally and starts playing with them. Good lord, you were getting sexually assaulted by this awkward ass serial killer. His awkwardness made you want to take over and show him what to do.

Wait, whoa, no. You should feel like going home, out of here, to safety. You did not want this to continue, no matter how his pretty blue eyes looked at your face. He really was handsome though. And those hands felt so good squeezing your eager breast.

Fuckkkk noooo. No, you were not going to form a weird complex about this man, this monster. You’ve seen how weird those white fangirls were to these killers online, you were not going to go down like this. During your quick morality freak out, you remember that your palm was still on his dick. You start to pull away, but Michael stops. Then you stop. He takes his hands and makes sure to firmly replace your hand on his crotch. So scary. In an effort to try to ensure your survival, you decided to just play along to his exploration.

You circle your palm, feeling his cock continuously jump. And jump. And jump. You squeeze and feel just how thick he was. Damn. This man was packing. It made you feel hot. ‘Okay stick to the plan,’ you can’t get distracted. You continue as he plays with your breast. He breathes heavily as he comes closer, kissing your forehead again. Making your body and mind feel all confused. This continues for some time, before Michael stops and rips your scrub top open.

Your boobs pop out, slightly spilling over the old bra you should have thrown away long ago. You gasp as you look down at your ruined shirt. Looking back up, you see those beautiful blue eyes widen, mesmerized by your breast. He looks up at your face, watching your reaction. It felt hypnotizing being looked at with such desire. Michael studies your breast again. It was beginning to feel torturous with him just looking and doing nothing. It’s making you antsy. And it got to the point where you took his hands and put it on your breast.

This surprises Michael, who ardently caresses the exposed skin in apparent apprehension. You sigh at his touch, fingers interestingly soft for a killer like him. Before you could begin to question your recent actions, he pulls down your bra. Your nipples harden, now exposed to the world inside Michaels’ eyes. Not hesitant any longer, Michael replaces his hand onto your breast and begins to play. You sigh in pleasure at the lovely kneading he was giving.

But, you want more. The rest of your body began to feel neglected,the desire running through your veins asking for more pleasure. This made you reach for the bottom of his shirt and place your hands under it to rub his abs. Which were heavenly. Every groove of hard muscle excites you more. Your exploration leads you to squeeze his pecs and pinch his nipples.

Michael is a bit startled by your newfound enthusiasm. But, he was not going to stop your actions. It looks as though he enjoys this new sensation of being touched so gently, his eyes becoming half-lidded in response. Michael’s handsome self has such kissable lips. It spurs you to think about showing him what a real kiss is supposed to be like.

You lean towards his face to plant a kiss on those pink lips. Michael stops, eyes wide from this sensation. You end the kiss and lean back slightly, observing in glee how awkwardly surprised he is. It makes you desire him even more. Kissing him again, you begin to give him a personal tutorial. The man is a quick learner, which is proven when he starts kissing back. It's a bit of a mess of lips colliding, but it starts to tighten up quickly.

Your moist tongue licks the bottom of his lips slowly, asking for permission inside. He opens his mouth slightly. You thank whoever was caring for him today that his breath smelled fresh. Your tongue enters his mouth and you start to guide your tongue into his mouth. It's a couple of pulses before his tongue slides with yours. Finally, you two were making out. Interchanging between pecks, long kisses, and tongue caressing made you wetter than ever. You could sense the heat pooling in your panties.

You weren't the only one wet, as you pull away to look at Michaels’ crotch. There lies a big wet stain on the pants of one leg, where his dick uncomfortably pulsed. You wanted him inside you so badly. So so badly. The outline of his big dick makes you moan softly. Michaels ears pick up the sexy sound, making his cock pulse fiercely. He backs up, jumping off of the mattress. You watch in interest to what he does next.

Thankfully for you, he strips his clothing, baring his whole body to you. ‘Oh my god’. It was a crime that a man this dangerious looks so fucking fine. His arms hold bulging biceps that make you drool. The muscles on his long torso are marvelous. His breasts look juicy and abs hard as a rock. Good lord. Your eyes travel down to brown curled wisps that adorned his crotch. His dick was standing prettily between his luscious legs. His pre-cum dripping from his pink head, pooling onto the mattress. Bringing yourself forward, you start crawling seductively on all fours towards him. You make sure to emphasize your hips as you do so. Your head is level with his dick. Through your pretty eyelashes, you look up. He looks down, waiting for you to do whatever you want. You bring your lips to the head and experimentally lick. His cock bounces back onto your tongue, pre cum spilling onto your tastebuds. He tenses in surprise.

You lick around his head and lower your mouth around his dick.He clenches his fist. You go as far down as you can, slightly choking on the amazing girth and length of his cock. He makes a strange strangled noise. You stay there, nostrils flaring as you breathe through your nose. You wait until you feel the saliva gather in your mouth before starting to suck his dick. You start bobbing, the sounds of saliva slushing as you move and suck. Michael curls his toes, and moans low. Luscious lips cover his cock, saliva drips onto the mattress, on your face, and moves down your neck as you continue. The amount of saliva produced was ludicrous, often causing you to spit more out onto his cock.

Michael could not take this any longer. He brings his hands to your hair and pulls back gently. While your head is bent back, he observes the state of your gorgeous face. Strings of saliva sit upon your face, under your nose and across the bottom half of your cheeks. It's an alluring sight. He bends down to kiss you, bringing his tongue straight into your mouth. The taste of himself doesn’t phase him.

He takes his hands and pushes you back onto the bed, back hitting the mattress. Michael quickly rids you of your pants and panties in one go. You lay there, legs slightly open to give Michael a teasing view.He looks at your pussy, glistening with your wetness. It covers your inner thighs. He brings himself back onto the mattress, taking your legs and spreading them further apart. He stares at your pussy inquisitively. Then looks up at you.

He does nothing as he interchanges his view of your face and your vagina. This again. It was getting frustating and you were ready to be fucked.

“Touch me…rub it, please...” you beg. Michael obliges, taking his fingers and rubs right onto the mysterious button poking out at him. It makes you tense up and moan loudly. He quickly rubs it again, addicted to the sounds you were making. You keep moaning, instructing him to put a finger inside.

It slides inside and its bliss. You plead for more. He adds a second finger, causing your opening to stretch. The moisture inside squelches as he twists. He experimentally rubs around, feeling the soft bumpy inside on your canal. Each movement makes you go crazier, your breath is heavy.

You scoot away, not wanting his fingers in you anymore. You want something much bigger.

“I want you inside me,” you state seductively.

His eyebrows raise. He sits up, cock in full view. You position yourself, legs behind your head ready for missionary. He enters and you both gasp. Michael scrunches his eyebrows while yours raises. The feeling was delicious. He starts moving, eyes desperately glued to your face. The faces you were making were erotic, burning into his memory. Michael didn’t want to miss a moment. Continuous strokes make your soul sing. His cock digs deeper, making you whine. Michael switches his angle and it sends you over. You climax, vagina spasming on his dick. Michael is mesmerized by your intense reaction.

He doesnt cum, purposefully. He wants to watch you climax beautifully more. It will make his release intense. Michael backs up and leaves the bed. With his strength, he lifts you and places you against the door. Your face and arms smush against the door as he lifts your legs. Michael lines himself up and starts fucking you. His strokes reverberate through your body, causing the door to vibrate. It was then that you remembered where you were. You cover your mouth with one hand to stifle your whines. It’s a challenge, considering Michael is becoming an expert at sex.

It’s still a real struggle to hold everything in as he fucks your second orgasm of the evening. Your eyes roll back and you try to breathe through. Michael pulls out and lifts you back to the bed, plopping your form down onto the mattress. He gently presses your head to the mattress and guides your bottom into the air. Oh, so he wants doggy style. Quickly, you arch your back and fix yourself in the position. Michael stared graciously at your lovely backside. He plunges himself into your heavenly canal.

Michael fucks you at a faster pace in doggystyle. The slaps from the skin contact fill the room. He grabs the back of your neck, squeezing slightly. Taking advantage of the position, you play with your clit. The pleasurable sensation builds up to your third climax. Michael allows this to be his first as you both finish at the same time. You feel Michaels’ dick pulse as he fills you up. He pulls out to watch his semen glide out of your pink hole.

Satisfied and sore, you fall onto your side. He sits back onto the bed as you catch your breath. You look over and he's observing you. The side of his mouth quirks up in a small smirk. He almost looks happy. Before you could register that interesting reaction, Michael gets up. You twist to watch as he walks over to the top cabinet and gets the key. He places it on the counter. Calmly, The Shape walks back and relaxes on his bed. Taking this as a cue, you get up. However, your legs are jelly. It feels ridiculous trying to hobble over to the counter. During your tumultuous journey, you gather what’s left of your clothes. The pants and panties were in good condition. You note that you had your bra on your body the whole time. But…your shirt. Ah!

Thankfully, you remember that there's extra shirts in a drawer in his room.After pulling down the white shirt, you turn to look at him again.

What could you say? Thanks for the mind blowing sex? You got me a little obsessed? He looks deceptively docile sitting there. His eyes tell you that he wants you to stay. But…you couldn’t. Although you wish you could, so you wouldn’t have to face the reality of what you’ve done. In the meantime, you decide to approach him, giving him one last kiss on the lips. Gathering the energy to leave, you collect what materials you could and make your way out. You give one last look to your new lover. Even though you leave physically, you know that you’re mentally hooked.

#michael myers #slasher x reader #black reader #grown folks business #18+

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elizais · 4 months

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heyy can you do something like the reader is an exec in the PM and she sees herself as an older sister to the akutagawa siblings / gin + ryu see her as one too? headcannons please i'm just so distraught after season 5

of course anon! i love these siblings so much season 6 has to help themm lets put the reader as a young executive like chuuya/dazai

you joined the PM as a kid too, so you knew how it was. and when you found out about a 14 y/o and his younger sister joining, you felt for them.

when they arrived and mori was assigning them places, you wanted to mentor both of them but the brother already had a mentor so you took the girl.

that is how you began to know the both of them as you trained gin up to her assassin skills, and talking to her so she would have someone to go to.

you and her became close and you insisted on her and ryu staying close. often hearing about him from your fellow executive dazai.

you probably met ryu when you had to go pass on a message to dazai and saw the both of them, dazai stepping out and leaving you with ryu.

"are you the ryunosuke boy? i'm training your sister, do you two talk often?" you asked him, worried for the siblings. he only responded with silence and a cold stare. "don't worry, i understand. gin is coming to my office for a little bit tonight, it's on the third floor across from storage room 4. you are always welcome." you smiled, trying to provide a safe place for him.

afterwards, you were surprised he turned up. you were glad though, you weren't going to let this cruel organisation tear these two apart from their only family.

he walked in with the same expression, void of emotion and your heart shattered to see yet another kid like this. you had managed to get gin out of her shell though, so it was only a matter of time.

"please, sit ryu." gin spoke softly and gestured to the other space on the couch she was sitting on. you had left the room to grab some mugs for tea. "do you like this girl, gin? is she nice to you? does she treat you well?" ryunosuke interrogated, clearly worried for his sister. "she is very nice, ryu. she was the one who told me to dress more masculinely to protect my identity."

and then you made them both tea, both of their first time trying it. you watched their faces light up at the classic drink. ryu had not said a word to you yet, you were polite but did not want to step into his space too fast.

the next day, you heard a knock at your door and you expected gin but to your surprise it was her older brother. he wasn't very confident but he admitted that after he and gin left they both couldn't stop thinking about the tea. that was when he began to open up.

after that, you three came to your office twice a week to try new flavours. you gave them advice, gossiped and soon they trusted you.

when you found out how dazai treated ryunosuke, you didn't react in front of the boy but on your next mission with dazai you fully confronted the man. while you couldn't be certain he would treat akutagawa better, you spent more time with the boy.

you would begin driving the siblings home, then making some warm meals for them and teaching them things they didn't learn in the slums. you introduced them to many of their likes and dislikes. your most memorable one being figs.

"y/n? are you free right now? i have a question about the black lizard." ryunosuke spoke from behind your office door, you welcomed him in and before he could ask his question his attention was stolen away by the figs on your desk. "what are those?" he asked. "they are figs! would you like one?" you responded, happy for him to try one. "yes please." and his eyes seemed to sparkle as he swallowed. "you can have the rest if you like, i'm full anyways." you smiled.

definitely concerned about both of their health, especially ryu's. you tried to find a way to help his coughing but because he's a criminal you can't just take him anywhere. you did make sure that they both got nourishing meals though.

when gin came to you asking about makeup, you shown her everything. as well as showing her hair products, skin care, dresses - everything a normal girl her age would like.

as for ryunosuke, you tried your best with dressing and how to take care of himself.

you were glad that you could provide a safe space for these kids who ended up in the wrong place.

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #bungo stray dogs #port mafia #gin akutagawa #akutagawa ryunosuke x reader #akutagawa gin #ryunosuke akutagawa #akutagawa siblings #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader

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shovelbug · 1 month

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I see your requests are open !!

Could you do an Amethio x Admin! Reader ,?

Like the reader is also part of the Explorers and is another admin, (I'm sure yk what I ment, but just wanted to clarify that,)

a/n: here you go! gonna combine these two reqs.

You've been an admin under Gibeon alongside Amethio for a while now.

While you know the morality of your job is… questionable, at best, you really felt that you had no other choice.

Your family had a habit of not being communicative. They weren't bad people, but they had a very hands-off approach.

Realizing this at a young age, you kinda… vanished without a trace.

Which you know is also bad and hypocritical! But, knowing how your family operates, it was the only way you could think to protect your little sister.

You still kept an eye on her from a distance where you could, wanting her to find her own independence while staying safe.

You knew that the pendant your grandmother had entrusted her with held some greater secret, and secrets like that tended to attract the wrong type of attention.

You hoped that in joining the Explorers, you could take over the pendant mission yourself, to preserve your baby sister's safety.

At least she had that Nyahoja of hers. It was a fickle little thing, but it cared about her, which eased your mind a little.

And for a while, it did seem like you were going to get the mission. You worked hard and were a strong trainer, and you being the one to approach her would make her much more likely to trust her and give it to you.

That's how you presented it to Gibeon, anyways.

It hurt your heart to do this to your sibling who you adored, especially after up and leaving seemingly out of nowhere. But it was better than the alternative.

And then Amethio got the mission.

Internally, you were freaking out. You had half the mind to bust into wherever in the world Gibeon was and give him a piece of your mind.

That would undo all your hard work up to this point, though, so you refrain.

Luckily enough for you though, your relationship with Amethio is much more amicable than that of the other Admins.

You were similar in age, and you never took unnecessary shots at him when the other Explorers were dog piling on him, even defending him at some points.

You were no saint, but you weren't a monster.

You had trained with him too, and that time together translated into you being a strong and efficient team, so you got assigned on missions together often. That strengthened your bond further.

Eventually, you pretty bluntly asked him out once you realized your feelings, never one to beat around the bush.

He accepted, which surprised both of you a little.

Your relationship is very much so on the down-low, though. You have no doubt that if word got out in the explorers it would be used against you.

Except for Zir and Conia. They both know, but only because you trust them to keep a secret.

It's an unconventional relationship, and you two take it slow and steady. You both are happy, though, so that's what matters.

You're more level-headed and tend to get straight to the point, so when Amethio tries to bottle things up or gets caught up in his mistakes you shut that down fast.

In turn, he'll often lend a listening ear to your troubles and go out of his way to do things for you (missions you don't like, grabbing some snack you mentioned craving, etc.)

Sometimes he's not the best with words or being affectionate, so he shows his care through actions most of all.

Back to the point, you're understandably distraught when Amethio gets the pendant mission instead of you. You're pacing around your quarters after the meeting when Amethio stops by.

He holds you close as you cling onto him, unsure what to say. He wishes he could fix this for you.

You can't be upset at him, not really. He's just as stuck in this position as you are.

Eventually, you pull away from him, rubbing at your face.

“Don't hurt her. Please.“

“I will make sure she is unharmed, I promise. You have my word.”

You nod, satisfied. You trust Amethio. He and his grunts seem to be the only other half decent people here.

Neither of you can begin to expect how things will unfold, but Liko does put up more of a fight than either of you expect, and Amethio returns to HQ empty-handed.

A part of you can't help feel a little (a lot) proud of how much your little sister has grown.

You review the footage of Liko's Nyahoja and her (frankly scarily) powerful Leafage.

Turning to your partner Pokemon, you hum, amused.

“This will be interesting, don't you think, Meowscarada?”

Your Magician Pokemon purrs in agreement.

#pokemon x reader #pokemon horizons x reader #amethio x reader #amethio x gender neutral reader #does this technically count as platonic liko x reader.#idk. i wont tag it

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ncityavenue · 1 year

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Most to Least : Mommy kink ft 127

MOST:

TAEYONG - just look at him, it's so visible that he has one. You do something sexy asf during sex and he's just like "OMG MOMMY." Like it's just second nature to him, or he looks at you just existing and in his mind he's like "Mommy..." He said it out loud once by accident when yall were conversating with his members, Ps. Johnny has never let it go🤭

HAECHAN - I think it's very clear that he would be down for any kink, he's freaky as fuck– not only does he say it during sex but he says it on the regular.(regular huh?) Like you could be washing the dishes and he hugs you from behind and is like "Hey mommy" with a lil smirk.🤫

MARK - OH FOR SURE. Mostly during his orgasms, like it's an intense one too–it catches you by surprise almost. "Oh fuck‐ m-mommy~". HJFIWBSHXBWKSNFBW. he sometimes doesn't even realize how frequently he says it. He's just too cute with it that you need to hear it again and make him have like 1 (3) more orgasm.

JAEHYUN - I feel like jaehyun is a switch at heart and a sucker for dom women, he likes to see someone that is stereotypically seen as the sub part of a relationship to tell him what to do and order him around during sex and just use him as a sex doll– OFF TOPIC SORRY YALL🤭🤭 anyways he would fucking love to call you mommy, he'd be hesitant at first bc he don't wanna weird you out but c'mon you gave him a boob job- A BOOB JOB and it just slipped out. "Oh shit mommy oh my god". WOOOOOOO. After that it just kept coming out..or should I say cumming? I'm Sorry...

JUNGWOO - he mostly says it for teasing or fun purposes, I can see you're like sucking him off and then you do something that catches his attention he's just like "ooo~ mommy~" and wiggles his eyebrows. I would count it as a kink most definitely because even before yall were a thing he use to see pretty girls and be like "she's mommy for sure." Then it kinda slid into your relationship.

DOYOUNG - it would be rare, but its not like it won't happen at all. Funny thing it didn't even start off sexual, STORY TIME: he was very intoxicated and had a hang over the next day obviously, you were giving him pain killers for the migraine he had and he faintly laid his head on your shoulder sleepily saying " Thank you Mommy ". BOY DID THAT BECOME RATED R QUICKLY. atp you wanted him to moan it instead😭. It's mostly when you take care of him (sexually or non) that he says it but it's still rare.

YUTA - he's not totally off that idea, he just rather call you pretty,gorgeous, princess, & baby. He's had a conversation with haechan about this and the younger boy suggested for him to call you that one time and see what happens, Yuta tried it. Wasn't really his cup of tea. It didn't roll off his tongue the way he anticipated it to, so he never really says it to you unless you ask (beg).

JOHHNY & TAEIL - Since I can't really figure it out, I put them together bc they level each other out. Johnny just rathers calling you beautiful or sweetheart,baby,& pretty kinda similar to yuta. He also rather you call him daddy AHEM! 🧍🏾‍♀️, it's just not in his nature to do that. He joked maybe a few dozen times abt it seeing you in something cute/hot he's like "Mommy? Sorry. Mommy? Sorry." Then cringes. HXWBUDDBWK. Taeil on the other hand is like "A what kink?" Like he's genuinely distraught. It's giving the same energy as haechan saying bop and him having no clue what it means, you explain mommy kink to him and he's like " that's nice...for other people though :) " passive aggressively telling you, ITS NOT HAPPENING WITH HIM SIS 😭😭 he likes to think you were joking with him from the jump. When he wants to be evil though, he pretends he's gonna say it but doesn't at all. Sorry hard taeil stans:/ (including me it was hard for me to write this part tbh😪)

LEAST:

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sighonaraa · 12 days

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tagged by the brilliant @jamiesfootball and the stunning @lady-of-the-spirit and the gorgeous @abubblingcandle! thank you all for the tag MWAH <3

1. how many works do you have on AO3?

2. what's your total AO3 word count?

120,102

3. what fandoms do you write for?

ted lasso (quick everybody act surprised), daredevil (i WILL get back to that fic i prommy), thor & loki, and uh. i haven't posted anything yet but somehow succession got me to care very deeply about billionaires so. watch this space............

4. what are your top 5 fics by kudos?

It's the Great Father's Day, Ted Lasso (ted lasso)

It's the Great Valentine's in May, Colin Hughes (ted lasso)

hear you calling from some lost and distant shore (thor & loki)

and do not recognize us as we pass (ted lasso)

It's the Great Moving Away, Sam Obisanya (ted lasso)

5. do you respond to comments? why or why not?

I DO. I KNOW THIS SOUNDS LIKE A LIE AND THAT IS BECAUSE IT IS. i have been woefully bad at catching up with responding to comments........... however i will fix this once school gets out.

6. what's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

hmmm. despite the fact that my fics tend to be Incredibly Angsty, they almost all end with deep and abiding sappiness. i suppose at the moment the sun is only a God if you learn to starve has the angstiest ending, although that's mostly just because it only has the one singular chapter atm.

7. what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

probably It's the Great Father's Day, Ted Lasso! i love that ending very very much.

8. do you get hate on fics?

thankfully not yet!! pls be nice to me im This Tiny (i am not short at all) (be nice to me anyways)

9. do you write smut? if so, what kind?

i have not! maybe one day, possibly, but i'm very [blushing] about writing that right now lmfao.

10. do you write crossovers? what's the craziest one you've written?

i haven't written any crossovers before! i tend more towards AUs (as we can attest)

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

as far as i'm aware, nope!

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

no but if anyone ever wants to, i'm so incredibly down for that

13. have you ever co-written a fic before?

no! BUT! i would LOVE to! come to my dms and let's brainstorm.

14. what's your all-time favourite ship?

all of my favorite characters/therapy. tbh.

15. what's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

i will finish every WIP i've posted a chapter of because i will. this is my Brave Face Mantra. in terms of ones i want to finish in my head.... the ted lasso s3 fix it will hopefully eventually happen but not for A While.

16. what are your writing strengths?

hrm. hrngh. i hate complimenting myself. people have told me i have a good grasp of character voices and also prose? so? [throws that at you and runs away]

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

i am THEE absolute worst at describing settings/environments. i'm not a visual reader at all which translates into not being a visual writer and it's just. urgh. HELP.

18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

hell yea! most of the characters i've written for so far have been mostly english-speaking, but for characters who are bilingual (dani, sam, richard) i try to include phrases in their native language they would use. if i were to ever write a lot of dialogue in another language, i'd probably give an in-narrative translation, or just stick 'em in the end notes.

19. first fandom you wrote for?

when i was 12 and infinity war came out i was so distraught that i wrote like 10 fix it fics and none of them will ever see the light of day.

20. favourite fic you've ever written?

and do not recognize us as we pass & find a new place to be from! yes i cheated and chose two.

tagging! not sure who has and who hasn't done it yet so! @altschmerzes @jamietarttsnorthernattitude @iguessyouregonnamissthepantyraid @thirteenemeraldcats @nativestarwrites @orbitalpirate + absolutely anybody else who would like to participate and use me as their tagger! MWAH <3

#tag game!#i think it's very funny that my charlie brown series takes up more than half of my most-kudosed works #i cringe about them sometimes but also cringe is dead.#so!#sid speaks

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yanderes-galore · 2 years

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Could you do a scenario about Riz ( Beastars) with pregnant herbivore shy that is hiding her pregnancy from him and puts the baby for adoption. i would like to know his fellings and actions about this when he discover about this , please and thank you.( P.S: i love your blog)💖😁

Is this his baby or...? It's implied it is in this fic. A scenario was hard for this type of thing so I did what I could in a short. I apologize for altering it. I did not specify the herbivore you are but, you're big enough to couple with a bear safely- 😰

Devour

Yandere! Riz Scenario/Short

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Female Darling, Yandere-like behavior, Implied forced pregnancy, Unwanted baby, Anxiety, Forced relationship, Open ended fic, You probably died in the end, Fear of judgment, Obsessive behavior, Delusional behavior, Taboo relationship.

Herbivore and and carnivore coupling is a very taboo concept in society. Yet, here you were. An herbivore who was in a relationship with a bear.

Even if it was by force.

You felt so weak when you were with Riz. After all, such a relationship was like you were walking on eggshells. As an herbivore you couldn't tell when he'd decide now was the time to eat you or not.

You didn't think the predicament you were in could get any worse.

Then you found out you were pregnant. You were distraught, distressed, and completely lost on what to do. You didn't think it would have come to this-

You were surprised you even survived when Riz had initiated the... act. It sickened you to think about. It was all so sudden, too. Those eyes he kept so focused on you were predatory. The bear wouldn't stop salivating the whole time-

You weren't surprised if you didn't come out of this relationship alive. The longer you stayed by him the less chances you had for escape. It all was so terrifying to the point it felt unreal to you.

You felt even weaker now you were carrying what you knew was his baby.

You refused to tell him, but there was a good chance he'd find out himself. This baby within you would be your downfall. You would be considered an outcast for going through with this....

You would give birth to a hybrid. That alone scared you. What would Riz think of all this?

As time went on you wore more baggy clothing. All an attempt to hide your new 'ailment'. Riz treated you with 'love' all the same.

But you could tell he was getting suspicious.

"(Y/N)?" His gruff voice is rough on your ears once he encounters you in private. You didn't dare see each other in the same dorm. You had met up with him in an empty classroom.

"Yes?" You ask, putting on a smile. A smile that always managed to make his heart melt despite the predicament you were in. He was the most delusional bear you've ever met.

"What's with the outfit change?"

You knew he could smell the fear rolling off of you. You were so nervous you couldn't speak. Only able to give a small shutter of a breath.

"Don't lie to me, (Y/N). I can smell it, you know."

You were going to die anyway....

"I'm pregnant, Riz. I just wasn't sure how to tell you. I'm pregnant, it's yours, and I don't think I can take care of it-"

Riz looked taken aback for a moment. Eyes staring at you with that same exact predatory gaze that you hated so much. Nothing was lovable to you about the delusional bear.

"... Why didn't you tell me earlier! (Y/N)... I can't believe it. This is the product of our love!"

As Riz approached you, you flattened yourself on the wall. You shake your head, not wanting him to come any closer. Those eyes scared you....

Once he cornered you, he smiles.

"You always make me so excited, (Y/N)~!"

If Riz truly felt love towards you and his baby, and not predatory instinct...

Why was he salivating when looking at you?

#yandere beastars #yandere riz

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not-poignant · 7 months

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Hi, I found you through Eversion and I'm now loving UTB, and I read TWW in between updates and it was great too! (Was weird reading UTB and TWW simultaneously considering the opposite Ef&Gwyn dynamics but I did that to myself lol.) I have 2 random UTB questions!

1. I was surprised Polly didn't react to Gary's Big Stinky!! Can dogs not smell human pheromones at all (and e.g. learn to associate certain smells w certain states/behaviors in their owners), or is Polly just... Polly? This got me wondering about unique service dog applications in UTB-verse, like alerting to oncoming corrupted heats or rages or PACS flare-ups, or the smell of fear as a cue to do a task. (Real dogs can detect stuff like high/low blood sugar or oncoming seizures, dogs are so cool.)

2. I know you may just not know yet, but do you think Ef will ever use his safeword? I'm a huge sucker for the moment when a character safewords and their partner respects it and you feel that trust. Loved it in Eversion and TWW!

Hi hi anon!

Polly is Polly. Of the 700 million to 1 billion dogs in the world, there's only a very tiny percentage that can sniff out cancer! (Or detect seizures etc.) (Also of the research done so far, trained sniffer dogs re: cancer are still giving a false positive around 10-30 percent of the time, which isn't great for drug busts, but is even worse if you're one of the 30%~ of patients given a false positive diagnosis for cancer and then have to wait to find out if it's wrong or not - we have a ways to go! Like, there are unusually adept cancer sniffer dogs, and then there's ones that'll just false positive on you a LOT which combined with the false negative rates is like... they're still working on it.

Lots of potential, but they're not rolling it out everywhere just yet so that people don't get PTSD from false positive cancer results (it happens) and then need an entirely different kind of service dog dslfkjasd) - I believe what the research has pivoted towards is trying to isolate what the dogs are smelling, so that we can omit dogs entirely and use breath test strips that won't have a 10-30% false positive rate (or a high false negative rate) - afaik for at least some kinds of cancer, that research is super promising in cancer detection science (this subject is of broad interest to me, as I have a genetic cancer sdlkajfs).

But also, Polly's been with Gary all her life, she's used to his pheromones, his strong emotions, and his issues. She literally lives on a property with three peak alphas, a near-constant influx of severely distressed omegas, and also severely distressed alphas tbh, she's extremely used to it, and it's also all she's ever known.

The world according to Polly is a world where high levels of distressing pheromones happen, and it doesn't stop how much love she gets or how much she's adored. She has no reason to react like it's unusual, no one's ever directing that anger at her. And also, she's elderly, and her senses aren't what they used to be anyway. But if this had happened when she was younger, I think she mostly would've been like 'I'll go stand near the upset person and see if I can get some pets.'

I'm sure there are awesome applications for service dogs in the UtR world, but tbh, this is a world that thinks of using directives first to fix mental illness issues, than like...service dogs, so the dystopian universe bears out a little more on that front!

But I also just frankly don't think that canines are that clued into human pheromones overall in this universe, or at least, not in a way where they often super care about them? Like, I'm sure more high strung, neurotic dogs would get stressed, but I think it would be the same amount of stress they'd show if someone was emotional or distraught or stressed in general, not necessarily something that blows up purely in response to pheromone production.

You may not have read it (and there's no obligation to!), but Efnisien uses his safeword/s a ton in Falling Falling Stars, to the point where desensitising him to safewords is part of his character arc, so I'm on the fence about if/when he'll use it in this story.

I kind of like the whole spectrum of safeword usage, from 'not at all' to 'all the time.' I've just come from a fic where Efnisien was using it all the time (Falling Falling Stars) so I'm not likely to have anything like that in the fic that follows. Efnisien's personality here is along a poor communication spectrum with a preference for letting someone take control in the bedroom, and the safeword is there mostly for reader comfort, because I don't think Efnisien wants one at all. Which isn't to say he'll never use it - because I have no plan for this story dslkajfsd - but in all the future scenes I've imagined between them, there's none where the safeword is being used, and that's not always because Efnisien is 100% on board with what's happening.

(Discussion of Gary's attitude towards safeword under the Read More, which some folks may find unpleasant).

It's funny in a way, in all of canon Fae Tales, Augus never allows Gwyn a safeword once, doesn't even suggest it, and most of their early scenes are back and forth rape, basically, and then it shifts to dubcon and 'pretty much never negotiated CNC - the consent is that neither of them leave and they're in love' lol. The Wildness Within was the first ever fic where he introduced a safeword system, and I remember thinking 'canon Augus could never' lmao.

Gary really only has a safeword system so he doesn't get taken to court, because every single time he's had sex with alphas (including James a lot of the time), it was always dubious consent, and never 100% enthusiastic consent anyway. He would definitely honour a safeword, but like, if an alpha he picked up for the weekend used that safeword, he'd also feel low key pretty dismissive of them for it, like 'you wanted to sleep with a peak alpha, what the hell did you expect.' I doubt he'd say that, but he certainly wouldn't be sticking around to offer aftercare, so much as 'oh good, I'll leave then, call a friend or something. I'm going back to the club / pub to pick someone up who won't bail halfway through.'

I think he'd be much more likely to be compassionate/caring with a partner like James or Efnisien, but at the same time, I think he doesn't want a partner who's going to safeword a lot and he'd probably be not very attracted to them if they did x.x As Gary says to Efnisien in a later chapter:

‘I’ve been told it doesn’t feel very nice,’ Gary added. Then: ‘Sleeping with a peak alpha isn’t the same as sleeping with alphas or omegas or betas. We’re not…the same. It’s not just about having a knot, it’s not just about having a large cock, we need to be a controlling partner in a way that seeks to overwhelm. The only reason we can trust Augus with omegas is that he channels all his peak alpha urges into very experienced BDSM. He’ll use ropes and restraints where most of us will just fuck someone unconscious. So Augus can be around omegas, because he knows how to take their control without harming them. Most peak alphas are dangerous to be around anyone carnally. We are predisposed to ripping people’s consent away. The urge to rape and debase is built in.’

This is a dystopian universe with a rape/noncon warning, and the rape/noncon warning applies to Gary and Efnisien, because the dubious consent at times is extremely dubious.

It probably seems extreme, but I think the flip is so strong because Falling Falling Stars was trauma informed, consent focused, safeword celebratory, and probably the most consensual thing I've ever written in my life.

And it's not the only kind of story I enjoy writing. I started out writing serials that had no safewords at all, and it's often my preference, so... well now we have a kind of broad mix! :D

#asks and answers #gosh this got long #underline the black #efnisien ap wledig #dr gary konowalous #underline the rainbow #fae tales verse #augus each uisge #the one thing i don't like to write is an ignored safeword #unless i'm specifically trying to traumatise a character #but yeah like otherwise #i just enjoy all the options #and since i spent 2 years writing the first i'm now spending a couple of years writing the second lol dslkfjdsa #gary was never going to give him a safeword at all #and then i kind of caved and thought #'gary might give a safeword and barely explain what it does'#'so he does end up in literal jail'#which is more for self-protection than partner-protection

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arklayraven · 1 year

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Feel like talking about Solomon from lesson 13 in NB.

I'm just sharing my personal thoughts, feelings and reactions over what happened. As well blabbing about Asmo often like always too. lol So this might be a mess of a post.

Spoilers are ahead under the cut. You have been warned.

So we were given the option to either stay at HOL with the demon brothers or go back to Cocytus Hall with Solomon...

My first and real choice was stay at HOL with my beloved demons.

Though someone brought up picking to go back to Solomon, will have him talk to us about what happened and all...So like the curious cat I am. I gave that option a shot too.

First, I don't know if this implies he carried us there or not...But if he did. Then that's sweet of him.

He's surprised we chose to go back with him. Same here, dude. lol but I'm here for the Solomon info so lets just jump into it.

Though that means he had his doubts we'd even choose to go with him. Expected I feel with everything that has happened.

He also states it would of been clear we wanted to stay at HOL, since the demon brothers are there.

This is where I start to feel mixed feelings on returning with him...Because of personal reasons. Also I'll never see Cocytus Hall as home to me in the game...HOL is my home now. I feel picking this option only fuels Solomon's fantasy and such. lol

Now this is where I feel kinda bleh on the options. Either A) Accept the hug in the most awkward way I feel personally. or B) hug him as well...

I chose to just accept the hug, with no other choice really...I don't feel ready to hug him again in the moment after what happened. It's like getting a hug from a ex who hurt ya and stuff. But you have to still accept their affection because of 'politeness' or whatever.

Anyway a "no" option would of been nice...

Now we get to what I was here for...Solomon fessed up and admits he made a mistake. He's feeling actual guilt over his actions towards us...

So he didn't truly know what would be the price of making a promise in that place...Or is playing a good act of lying to us about it all. I still have trust issues when it comes to him. But for this very moment, I will say his feelings feel real and he's speaking honestly...

I still don't like him, but he's proven time and time again he does care about us. Doesn't want to see us hurt now...Though same time I can see him going far for his own personal goals...So yeah...

As well, that could explain why he left us at HOL instead at Cocytus Hall with him...He was too distraught over everything I'm sure. He was in no state to take care of us alone. I can only imagine the angst of him coming into our room there to see us in a coma, constantly regretting his actions. As well...wishing we've done different as well.

Part of me would of liked to see that different scenario now tbh...Just to see Solomon truly go through stages of regret and grief. Maybe he'll finally learn to not take advantage of others, whether they be human or demon(Asmo especially). For his own selfish goals and all...

Pretty much this little bit is a huge door opened for more angsty Solomon and MC writings. Yay lol

Then he admits he thought we weren't gonna give the grimoire to Lucifer...Clearly Solomon doesn't know us that well.

Also he still seemed like he hoped we'll do what he wanted us to promise him. You know, choose humanity?...Personally for me. That ain't happening.

Also whichever side Asmo is on, I'm going there. pfff (But i fear now with Solomon has now made a pact with Asmo again...He could maybe force him to his side...Haha...Concern is rising...We'll save that topic for another time.)

So my final thoughts on this all...I still dislike Solomon, but its nice to see him own up to his mistakes and all.

I was worried he wouldn't show much guilt and all over it. Because of how he talked about how he made his first pact with Asmo and didn't show any remorse over how he did it...

But then again...Asmo is a demon. We're human...I'm sure Solomon doesn't see much need to care over his own actions towards a demon compared to a human. Since he'll feel a demon would of done the same like him...but that doesn't excuse his actions...

Demon or not, Asmo deserved better. How Solomon is showing remorse over us and genuine care and love...He could show that to a demon too, especially one he had a long time pact with. (Which is not just Asmo in this topic now, but Barbatos too. They both deserve better treatment from Solomon.)

Like that's what I find interesting when it comes to the differences between Solomon and us...We actually show love, care and respect to demons, who are now family to us and/or more. While Solomon, has had made a pact with Asmo for YEARS...Longer than us, yet their bond together isn't as strong and meaningful, like ours is with Asmo and the others I feel...

If Solomon were to really learn something from this event, and show more care and all to others. Whether they are demon or not. As well try to show he's trying to make up for his past actions towards Asmo. As well try to show more respect and all to Barbatos too...Then maybe I'll give him a better chance again...But for now...All Solomon gets again from me is to hold my hand at least...sometimes...

#;little raven speaks #;little raven plays nightbringer #obey me nightbringer #obey me nightbringer spoilers

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ageless-aislynn · 6 months

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Lieutenant Hank Anderson, Detroit Become Human

Okay, y'all know me and my Mass Effect: Andromeda obsession. I just mentioned how I couldn't help but love Alec Ryder in part because he's voiced by Clancy Brown who is also the voice and character model for Hank. *points up* 😎👍

I watched a playthrough of DBH pre-Halo because I didn't expect to ever get the chance to play it. However, looking up the Alec Ryder stuff for my post the other day brought DBH back to mind and I decided to pop it onto my Steam wishlist, just in case. NOT THAT I'M BUYING ANYMORE GAMES RIGHT NOW, OF COURSE. 😇😉

I've always been super intrigued by DBH and it's many, many endings and outcomes but I also have to take into consideration that, as silly as it might sound, that can trigger my anxiety about making "wrong" choices. I wasn't sure about Andromeda initially because of that and I've put off playing the original Mass Effect trilogy for the same reason. But, I thought, the thing I have to remember is that you can always go back and replay the game and make different choices and all that.

So if I ever do get DBH and make wrong choices that gets characters killed (very, very possible) or end up with outcomes I don't like (also very, very possible), then just replay and fix everything right?

And then I remembered Chloe.

We'll throw a spoiler break here even though the game is from 2018. So, fair warning for SPOILERS beneath the cut.

Chloe is your android host who has been with you since the start of the game. She makes comments on your choices, says things that are surprisingly personal (I know I'll definitely get this one, lol) or unexpectedly touching (I would've probably burst out crying if I didn't know about this one and just got it randomly) or might be pertinent to the date you're playing (I've seen one referencing that it's the 4th of July, one about Christmas, etc.). Once you reach the end of a game that has been full of choices and consequences, you get one more:

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Jump to 4:52 for the reaction to yes, if you don't want to watch everything in between. 😉

And yes, this choice is permanent. If you free Chloe, she will not be back ever again through any playthrough. However, if you tell her no, then she'll erase her memory and, though she'll still be there in the menu, she'll never again offer any personal comments. Either way, you get the one playthrough with her having her initial personality, that's it.

Apparently, people were so distraught by this being a choice that can't be undone in subsequent games, (if this would've hit me blind, I would've been horrified by whatever I'd picked because I would've expected a new game to reset everything) that they created a patch where you'll get offered a "new" Chloe. However, if you accept, my understanding is that you'll basically get the impersonal Chloe from the "no" choice.

Now, my anxiety aside, I have to say that this is kinda brilliant considering that DBH is all about whether or not you believe androids should be free as autonomous beings or if they're merely "soulless" robots made to serve a purpose and that's all. Your choice for Chloe at the end will sum up how you played the game and you can't take it back. If you free her, "your" Chloe is gone. If you keep her, you get a soulless, impersonal machine that looks like your Chloe but who isn't.

Considering my absolute love for Cortana from Halo, it's no surprise that I would take this choice very personally. I honestly don't want to let her go but, if I ever do get the game and play it, then I'll definitely choose yes to freeing her. She looks and sounds so sad if you say no, I couldn't stand that. Yeah, I take my fictional people SERIOUSLY, y'all! 😑😉

Anyway, what would you choose? And if you've already played, what choice did you make?

Naturally, I also think Cortana and Chloe would be friends.

#detroit become human #lieutenant hank anderson #chloe #cortana #what would you choose?#what did you choose?#if 'she took her fictional people VERY SERIOUSLY' isn't on my tombstone #then i'm coming back to carve it on there myself 😜😉#this is my game tag #trigger warning: anxiety #(mentioned throughout this post in terms of making “wrong” choices in a game)#ageless aislynn #Youtube

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Alrighty. Lemme just start with the fact that I watched it after seeing Our Flag Means Death so I was coming in with a skewed idea of Jack and Blackbeard lol. That being said, Jack and Max and Flint are my three favorite characters by a margin. The first season is ROUGH but overall loved the story and the characters and the themes and the writing and the cinematography. While I did not enjoy Eleanor, I don't think she deserved THAT. Great show, short, gay, and violent.

PS I bawled like a BABY at the very end when Flint gets re-united with Thomas, I had no clue that was coming and the finale was just spectacular overall. The way they had Flint be so angry and callous against the world because the world in turn was cruel and unjust towards himself and his lovers who only wanted to see and do good in the world! I never got mad and upset with Flint's actions because I knew and understood the reasons.

The best part about finishing a show is diving head first into AO3 for some fanfiction and I'm surprised at the amount of Flint/Silver content. I can see a world or season 5/6 where they could have gotten together but I think Silver was best as the foil for Flint.

ok not me like three years later signing on to tumblr dot com ANYWAY

yes, these are the exact correct opinions (I had no doubt, you have impeccable taste aka the same taste as me lmao) - the reunion like at that point it was just I was so sure he was gonna die at the end at it would be wildly unsatisfying and then they really said tricked ya I'm actually gonna bring his gay lover back to life and reunite them. remains an undefeated twist ending.

I never read a ton of fic for it cause all I ever saw was silverflint and I was very meh on them romantically so you'll have to tell me if you find something good.

the one character I wanted way more time with was vane RIP king I was distraught when they did him dirty like that.

also I need a new show rec cause I tried the dragon one and there was entirely too much incest and the one delicious man got murked like immediately after joining the storyline so hit me up

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chibinekochan · 2 years

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My Ghostmate part 4

part: 1 I 2 I 3 I

Ft. Leviathan

Gender-neutral reader insert

Obey me! Monster tales

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The next few days are rather busy with practice and my part-time job at a local cafe. I know the cliche is real.

Finally, I have some free time to fulfill my part of the deal.

"Levi, do you have the list ready?" I practically barge into his room.

He yells when I enter. "Ah!!! Never heard of privacy?!"

"Sorry but it's not like you are changing." I shrug.

"You don't know that." He seems oddly flustered.

I wonder what he has been up to but ignore that for now. "Do ghosts even change clothes?"

"We do, but it's more like a transformation." He seems a bit bashful.

"Is that why you admire magical girls so much?" Seems logical to me.

"I always liked magical girls. How couldn't I?" Levi seems genuinely confused.

"Anyway, today I have a free day so I'm here for the list." I just drop it.

"OMG, you might be an MVP! I didn't think you'd do it!" Levi gets very excited and without hesitation, he grabs a piece of paper from the bathtub.

While he does that I see a manga with a slightly sexy image. I have to stop myself from laughing, so that was what he was hiding. I guess ghosts have needs too.

"Here you go. It's organized by store and the prices are all listed." He hands me the very long list.

Nothing on this list is even vaguely familiar to me. Surely, not the biggest issue though.

"I'll give you my credit card. You better not misuse my trust or I'll haunt you." He tries to be menacing, but he is as scary as a goldfish.

"Don't worry I'll be good." I can't quite hide my amusement.

"Can you all at least pretend to be scared?" Levi looks distraught.

"I might be a great actor, but even I have my limits." I shrug and chuckle.

"You are so mean!" He complains but doesn't seem to be too mad.

I shake my head. "I will be off then." I wave to him.

It's too easy to tease him and it's fun too.

I make my way through the stores. In most stores, I just show my list and the workers help me.

Sadly I run into an unexpected issue. Items that are the same but also not. reeditions, new versions, re-releases, special editions with different exclusives….

I'm soon utterly lost.

I get what I can, but I need a real Otaku for this job.

Sadly the only one I know is a shut-in ghost, who can't leave the house without possessing anyone.

"I'm back!" I call into the house, not anticipating any response.

Much to my surprise, Levi appears out of nowhere. "Where are my goods?" He is smiling at my bags.

He surprises me. "Gee you almost gave me a heart attack."

"Sorry, I was just so excited I couldn't wait." Levi turns slightly translucent.

"It's fine but sadly, I didn't get everything." I feel somewhat ashamed of that fact.

"Was there stuff that was already gone?!" He seems surprised and a bit sad.

"Well, I'm not sure I guess my otaku level was just too low for some of these things." I sigh.

Levi nods in understanding. "I get it but what now? I will die without these goods!" Levi starts whining.

"You are already dead, and besides you could just possess me and would be fine." I sigh.

He floats to the other side of the room. His face is beet red."I can't do that!"

"Look, Levi, that's the only way." I just tell him how I see it.

"It's impossible, I'll just get the goods online later." With that, he quickly grabs the bags and vanishes.

He didn't even let me argue about it.

I wait for a bit so that Levi can calm down.

When it's an evening I figure it's been long enough.

When I approach his attic room I decide to knock this time.

"Password?" I hear his voice, it seems like he is still sulking.

"Open or I'll call an Exorcist," I say in a mocking

tone.

The door flies open.

"Don't even joke about that!" Levi seemingly sulks in his bathtub.

"Sorry, Levi but I wanted to check on you. I even got a snack for you. Well, ghosts don't need food but you might still like it?" It's just a bunch of anime-themed cupcakes, but hey they might help to calm him down.

His eyes look at my peace offering. "Oh, I haven't even seen these online." Levi seems to like them. "I'm still upset though." Then he looks away.

"I just thought it would be a good solution. We can also try it with pictures of the items." I try to offer something else to smooth the situation.

"That would be acceptable." He is a bit reluctant but Levi probably realizes that he overreacted.

"Nice, so we are good?" I smile and take a cupcake.

"Sure, you got most of the super important stuff anyway." He takes a cupcake and all is well.

#obeyme #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me!#obey me one master to rule them all #omswd #obey me fanfiction #obey me leviathan #monster tales

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