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russellsppttemplates · 6 months

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Soon enough (Lance Stroll)

There are many different ways to start a family, and Lance and Y/N are hopefully starting their own

Note: english is not my first language. This piece is written from experiences I know (my mother's, specifically), so it is probable that there are some mistakes as I'm not a doctor. Either way, I've tried to treat this as respectfully as possible as this is very close to my heart. Am I really giddy for the follow up parts? Yes, I am!

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so as I'll try to get to them the best I can!

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Tw: mentions endometriosis, fertility issues and treatments and associated topics like blood, medicine, hospitals, needles, etc., male masturbation, pregnancy

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"It's just going to be negative, Lance", you mumbled, placing the stick on top of the counter and turning to the tap to ways your hands. "Then we'll know what to look for, sweetheart", he attempted, knowing how much the subject weighed on your chest.

When you decided it was time to start thinking about building your family, you and Lance went back to Dr. Marlin like she had asked you. Given your endometriosis, she wanted to accompany you in your fertility journey, checking out all of the possibilities before you moved on to bigger situations.

Lance had been the most supportive partner, always there to cheer you on and to hold you whenever things didn't work out, "Dr. Marlin said that if this didn't work, we are moving on to the big treatments", you looked at him, "and that's what we will do if you want, whenever you feel comfortable", he kissed the side of your head after pulling you close to him, "we're in this together, Y/N".

Grabbing the test when your phone beeped, you didn't even flinch, "negative, like I said", you mumbled, your top lip trembling as you hid your face in your husband's neck. As much as you expected it, it still hurt. Like any other couple wanting to start parenthood, you wanted to remember this period of your life fondly, but you also knew you weren't any other couple. You weren't alone, and since you became more invested in learning about your condition, you found out about all the other couples who had been through the same and their happy families, remembering someone with a very similar history to yours.

"I love you, Y/N, so much. I love you and we're going to have our own family, my love", Lance whispered in your ear, "we're in this together until the end, whatever it takes", he soothed, kissing your skin and hugging you tight against him.

"Do you have any meetings today?", you asked as you pulled away a few moments later, wiping your tears on your sleeve, "I have one at the end of the day, and I'm free for the rest of the week", Lance informed, "I have to get to work for the afternoon only, my morning is free too", you sniffed.

"Then I can call Dr. Marlin to book an appointment and you can go and get ready because we are going on a walk. It's a very quiet one, I doubt we'll run into anyone, okay?", he suggested, smiling when he saw your lips curve upwards slightly, "you're the best. I love you, Lance", you kissed his lips, walking out the bathroom and into the bedroom while he made the phone call.

"Do you need a blood sample?", you asked the assistant on the counter, "no, today it's just an ultrasound, and after that you might have to come in for other samples, just depends on how the appointment goes today", she smiled, "Dr. Marlin will call you shortly".

Sitting next to Lance as you waited, you grabbed his hand and started playing with in fingers on top of his thigh, "are you ready to hear that my uterus is a sad sad place for a baby to grow and that not even your guys want to stay in there? We've known eacother for a good while, so I thought we'd befriended, but apparently they're either too snobby or my uterus is a very hostile place", you joked, hoping that it would shake your nerves off, "too much?", you cringed.

"That's not the weirdest thing you've said to me", your husband chuckled, "and I'll listen to anything you say as long as it makes you smile", he cupped your cheek, "besides, who knows? Maybe my guys are also picky, or slow".

Dr. Marlin welcomed you in her office not long after, greeting you and confirming the informations she had, "like we discussed before, it seems that our best approach would be treatments like IVF. For that, of you still want to go for that route, we'll need some samples so we can also rule out any questions from Lance and see where your levels are", she said, getting up, "for today, we'll do the ultrasound as this will also given us more information".

Getting up and laying down on the bed, Lance followed you, standing on your side as you lifted your shirt enough for her to squeeze the gel and move the wand around, "see here? This is your fallopian tube, and it seems the most blocked, while your uterus is actually shedding well enough", she explained, pointing to the different spots on the screen.

"And is that good or bad? I mean, given the circumstances", you questioned, "I can't tell you with absolute certainty, as everyone is different, but this is usually a good sign. It means that it's your eggs that are not travelling to the uterus, and not like you have a low count or that they don't have a good place to settle once fertilised", she smiled, "I'm prescribing you the bloodwork and the samples we need, but after that, if everything checks out, we'll wait for your period and then we'll start couting from there".

"It's time for the shot, sweetheart", Lance called, grabbing the supplies he needed as you sat on the sofa. Even though you were fine doing it by yourself, having Lance doing the injections when he was home helped him feel involved in the process. "You can leave that there, then I can just pick it up after you take the needle out", you noted, placing the gauze in your thigh.

Lance tapped the syringe twice to make sure it was at the right level, kneeling down in front of you, "I'm just going to pinch your tummy, is this side, right?", he confirmed, seeing you nod, "are you ready, love?", he checked over before injecting the medicine on your skin, holding the syringe steady for a little bit before pulling it out, discarding it in the medical waste bin Dr. Marlin had given you while you dealt with the burn.

"This one is burning a lot more than I expected", you moaned, squeezing your eyes shut as the stung softened, feeling Lance's lips on your tummy and right by your hand that was pressing the gauze down, "you're very brave, Y/N, I love you".

"I love you too, handsome", you cradled his face, rubbing his stubbly cheek before helping him store the supplies for the next injection time, "we only have four days left", you smiled, looking at the medicine vials.

"Soon enough, Y/N, soon enough", he kissed your forehead, hugging carefully to not press on your tender lower belly, "you're so amazing all I keep doing is just that, but you're taking it all in, it's your body going through the changes", he kissed your softly.

"You're the one dealing with these hormonal changes, I still can't believe I cried when your sister showed up at the table with the pie a little bit more golden that it usually is. It wasn't burnt and it tasted amazing as usual, but the sight of it not done like usual sent me in a fit of cries", you blushed. Chloe was understanding like you expected her to be, but you still couldn't shake her panicked few seconds when she saw your tears, calling her brother immediately so he could hug you and soothe you.

"It's part of the process, love, and I want to be here for as much as I'm able", he said, interrupted by the sound of your phone going off, "it's Dr. Marlin, let me put in on speaker".

The phone call couldn't have gone better, "Y/N, I've reviewed the scans and it looks really good, keep up with the rest of the treatment and next week we'll look into the retrievals", she announced.

"This wasn't the way we were supposed to make a baby", you mumbled, "I should be getting naked and we'd be in our bed, and we'd whisper how much we love eachother and then we'd cuddle in said bed, not with me in a procedure room and you in another, in these cold and sterile sheets", you looked up at Lance.

You were back in the clinic so the doctors could collect both samples, and while you've had the years to prepare for this, and with therapy it was something you had worked over, sometimes you were still plagued by these thoughts.

Fortunately, your husband knew just what to say, "it's not the usual way, yes, but it's filled with love nonetheless. You're putting yourself through procedures after your body had been medicated with injections, and that is love. For out little one who we will hopefully hold in our arms when the time comes, love for our family and love for me. You're going to make me a father because of this amount of love you're showing me and that we share, okay?", he smiled soothingly, kissing your forehead, "no more of those worries, okay? Besides, we'll have loads of time for you to touch me and for me to touch you", he winked, helping you turn around so he could help you with the gown's tie.

Kissing your forehead goodbye once the nurses came to take you, Lance was then pulled to a room for himself, "all of the supplies you need are there", she pointed to the sterile table, leaving him alone in the room. Masturbating in a hospital room was not something he ever thought about doing. It wasn't that you weren't there with him, because he certainly had done it many times whenever he travelled for races and you weren't there, so he figured it was the white walls, plain in a room that only had the purpose he was in there for too. Pulling his phone from his pocket, he found the photo album of pictures of you he kept for these occasions. The collection was built along the years you've dated, usually ending up on his phone whenever you both felt particularly daring and in need of the other and you weren't physically able to satisfy it. The picture he used, however, was one he had taken himself. The picture was probably three months old as he had taken in on your anniversary, your naked side profile as you looked sweetly at the camera. You hadn't done anything big to celebrate it, opting instead for staying in and spending your time between the sheets working on your shared dream of a family. And that's exactly what he was doing right now, stroking himself as he recalled the sweet noises you make that he adores so much, the way you feel around him and how your body feels in his hands, soon collecting his finish in the sterile cup.

Making sure it was sealed tight and then washing his hands, Lance fixed himself and walked out of the room, heading up to the desk and handing his sample to the nurse, "there you go", he began, seeing her store it in a cooler like box, "I'm sorry to bother, but do you have any news on my wife?", he wondered, "Y/N's procedure seems to be concluded", the nurse looked at the monitor in front of her, "they're probably just finishing up and she'll be up in her room any minute. Do you want me to walk you there?".

"I think I still remember the way, thank you though", Lance smiled, walking along the corridors until he found the room you had been in. He sat in the comfortable chair, smiling when he saw your colourful fuzzy socks waiting on your bag, remembering reading reports from other women saying that their feet were cold after the retrieval, and since you weren't a big fan of the cold, Lance made sure to pack them for you.

The noise in the corridor caught his attention as the nurse that had wheeled you to the procedure room came back, wheeling you back inside, "she's still a bit sleepy, but the procedure went well. Dr. Marlin said that, at first glance, everything is right on track", she smiled as she noticed Lance's worry fade, "we will be both here in a bit so we can discharge her, but if something happens meanwhile, there's a bell there", she pointed, excusing herself and closing the door behind her.

Turning to face you, Lance kissed your cheek as you fluttered your lashes, "hey, sleepy girl", he cooed, prompting you to fully open your eyes, "I heard you did really well in there", he admitted proudly.

"Yes, they said something about a good number of eggs, I think I might've compared myself to a chicken, so you know, good things", you giggled, looking for his hand to hold, "thank you, for all this", you kissed his knuckles, "no need to thank me, we're in this together, sweetheart".

After explaining you the signs you should look out for, the medical team discharged you and off home you went with Lance.

Since you got the call to book the embryo transfer day, you and Lance had been cautiously hopeful with the results, "Lance, Y/N, I'm happy to say that we have 10 embryos to work with. They have developed healthily and without any complications", Dr. Marlin cheered.

"Let's go get a baby put inside of me, hm?", you stepped out of the car, holding Lance's hand as you walked to the door. Checking in was quick and you were almost immediately welcomed into the procedure room, sitting in the bed and covering yourself as requested.

"I imagine I'm looking very sexy", you joked in a way to deal with the nerves, "you always look the sexiest to me", your husband kissed the side of your head, resting his forehead in yours, "we're finally here, my love, you've got this, we've got this", he whispered, almost terrified that of he spoke any louder he would disturb the mood.

You heard a knock on the door, Dr. Marlin and her colleague walking in wheeling a small cart, "we have your embryos here", she pointed to the environment where they had been developing. As they rearranged the room, they pushed a highchair by your side, telling Lance he could sit in there while they worked, "so, Y/N, you shouldn't feel too much pain, rather some pressure as we make the transfer", she said as she maneuvered the small catheter, her colleagues guiding the ultrasound as you looked at Lance, finding the usual calm in his brown eyes.

"That was very well placed, actually the perfect spot", Dr. Marlin said, smiling behind her mask as he removed the devices and covered you up. "It's done", she empathised, rubbing your shoulder and hugging you, "now you're just going to stay here for 10, 15 minutes or so, to make sure everything settles", she excused herself, leaving you and Lance in the room.

"We made a baby and they're inside of you", Lance choked out. Throughout this process, he had always been the strong one, the one to hold you whenever you didn't want to do the injection because it hurt too much, whenever you felt like crap from the meds and whenever you lost hope, but today he cried for the first time, bringing tears to your own, "I'm so happy, I promise these are happy tears", he chuckled, "I always say that I'm the luckiest guy because you love me, at my best and t my worst, and today you proved it to me once again. I really am the luckiest", he kissed your lips, salty tears in the mix while you waited.

"We'll see you in two weeks for the test, okay?", your OB waved goodbye after giving you two big hugs, "thank you, once more", you spoke, forever grateful for the way she led you through this whole journey.

Driving home was quiet and comfortable, your seat adjusted so you didn't have as much pressure on your abdominal area, "They really should get this holes sorted, they've been here for a while now and they're only getting worse", Lance mumbled, "I'm sorry, sweetheart", he apoligised as he slowed down the car as much as it was safe to, "it's fine, it doesn't hurt or anything", you justified, not seeing the need to be so careful.

Blushing, your husband passed all the holes, the concrete now smooth as he drove faster again, "can't give any more shakes to the little bun, you know? Making sure they stay glued to the wall and all", he said sweetly, hopefully bringing lightness to the situation as you pouted at his cuteness.

"I love you, Lance. There's no one else I'd want to do this with", you stretched your hand, landing on his thigh as his own hand travelled to your tummy, rubbing it softly and hoping that your family was growing inside of you.

#lance stroll imagine #lance stroll fanfic #lance stroll fluff #lance stroll x reader #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic

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nilolol30 · 3 months

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Hello! Could you perhaps write something platonic for Wukong Mk and Macaque figuring out that the reader is in a time loop?

(Oo I love time loops eee so I didn't know if you wanted them together or separate so I did separate)

Wukong

He could feel like something was wrong like an itch under his skin that he couldn't get rid of.

When he went to visit you by surprise you just looked dejected and he was worried.

Before he even asked his question you have him the answer not metaphorically either you knew what he was going to ask.

Immediately he asks what's wrong.

And expecting nothing to change and was going to wait for the time loop to happen again you started venting to him explaining everything how much you tried to get out of the loop but nothing worked or changed.

He is no stranger to time loops they are a simple concept to gods and immortas.

But he wondered how you didn't come to him in the other time loops since he did know how to help.

Turns out in a panic spiral you brushed past him in his visits and rushed off, normally he would pick fun at you for this but he'll wait at least a week before poking at that.

He will be able to get you out of this loop easy peasy.

Macaque

He found out really quick, it only took three loops to happen for him to portal himself to your place where you wake up every loop.

Told you that he knows and asked what you did before the loop.

Did you anger a god? Touched an ancient relic? Piss off a sorcerer? Read a book and after you read it out loud the ink disappears?

Whatever the answer is he is in a rush to get you out before you go insane.

He knows a lot of people and demons it's a quick blackmail and a favor to find out how to get you out.

Might get himself paranoid that you fell back into the loop and he wouldn't know so for a few days he'd check up on you.

By that he would listen to where you were and teleport on the roof nearby to physically check on you without you spotting him.

Will end up doing some research on time loops just to ensure something like this won't happen again.

Now unfortunately it takes a lot of loops to happen for you to break and spill everything as soon as you wake up with him chilling in your room.

Mk watches a lot of shows and movies he knows what a time loop is, sorta.

So not even questioning you he is in a rush to figure out how to get you out of this because you both are on the clock before the loop happens and he forgets.

At first we would run to Tang but after an hour of nothing he rushes you both off to keep going at this point he awakes his true delivery boy zone.

It takes a bit before he remembers, he has a mentor who's "all knowing" of course the monkey king will know what to do!

So he grabs you and starts speeding his way to flower fruit mountain crashing into Wukong's home and shushing his own mentor to quickly explain everything.

The Monkey king is at least understanding of the rush and goes to help you out.

After all that though you both had a little laugh of relief after you confirmed the loop has ended, Mk giving you a big hug and made a codeword in case this ever happened to either of you the codeword being "loopdeloop."

Probably will avoid shows or movies about time loops especially when your around since it gives him cold sweats.

#lmk x reader #lego monkie kid x reader #monkie kid x reader

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neonscandal · 3 months

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What are your satosugu fav moments? And what are your fav personal headcanons about them?

Those sweet, egotistical, baby angels. 🤍🖤

For an insane retelling of their whole deal, I kinda talk incessantly about it. I also kinda did a little head canon exercise with a template before? but wasn't sure what you might be in the market for. In any case, roll the tape!

HEAD CANONS

Gojo has been spouting nonsense all his life but Geto was the first person to try to understand it, even when he couldn't. I'm not going to fault Geto for not being able to catch up on all that Digimon lore. But for the most part, he'd make it a point to ask clarifying questions or brush up on topics Gojo mentions in passing just to keep up with conversation.

In fact, they hated each other when they first met but bonded over one off the cuff comment Gojo made about a band, book or something and, suddenly, they found common ground. After that, they bonded over making Yaga and, later, Nanami's lives interesting ✨

Gojo is the prankster, Geto is the watchman/getaway driver. No one suspects Geto's role in Gojo's tomfoolery. Stealing Maki and Nobara's uniforms with Inumaki and Panda was a rewash of a stunt he pulled when he was in high school (with Geto's help). He fashions a lot of the pranks he pulls as a teacher off the hijinks he and Geto used to get away with. He wears a mirthful smile for his students but the modern times don't hold a candle to the good old days.

They were only children and both of their parents sucked. Actually, maybe Geto had a sibling who was either significantly older or younger (hence how he learned to be so considerate) who passed. Subsequently, Geto's parents were emotionally distant/neglectful starting when they got creeped out by the inexplicable things he could see that they couldn't. It's why he jumped at the chance when he was scouted for Jujutsu High, why he was triggered when he saw the twins, and why he always sought family elsewhere. Gojo's parents seemed to dote on him but didn't bother to get to know or nurture him, just placate him.

They make it a point to tease and call Ieri the little sister they've always wanted... though she is the oldest in the trio. Even so, they spoil her (to the best of Gojo's ability obviously). Example: if her feet hurt on a mission, Geto is giving her a piggyback ride but Gojo's goofy ass is trading shoes. Never mind the comical disparity in shoe sizes. They'd just be clopping around together much to Shoko's faux chagrin.

The three of them would absolutely bed rot together. It may have started with Gojo slinking into Geto's room for attention but they wouldn't leave Ieri out, even if it was a twin size bed. Just listless days between missions and classes where they would languidly ignore the weight of their responsibilities. Some days all contorting to fit on the bed, other days strewn about the room. It was always in Geto's room, Ieri almost always brought face masks (at Gojo's insistence).

Gojo, quite literally, did not understand the concept of personal space when it came to Geto (or Ieri, really). But, most specifically, with the way he'd casually and absently be all over Geto. Arms over his shoulders, tilting his head inward when addressing him, leaning on him during respites in the day, elbowing him in the side to punctuate a joke.. he just never became conscious of it. That is, until he was no longer around. Geto was always like second skin until he wasn't. In addition to the absence of his company, Gojo felt that physical absence so painfully that he used Limitless more and more to distance himself from the idea that anyone had ever been so close.

When Haibara and Nanami come along, Geto takes his role as a senpai really seriously because the stakes are high at the school. Gojo? Does not ✨ but he does force Nanami to use proper honorifics because he knows it drives him up a wall. He makes it a point to tell Haibara to call him whatever, right in front of Nanami. For the record, Haibara does not obey him but still.

Gojo has a name for all of Geto's favorite or most commonly used curses. The same way girls will refer to their crushes with silly little code names, almost. Like Geto knows that the Rainbow Dragon curse is "Rainbow Dash" or "My Little Pony" whereas other curses might have silly names like "Garfunkle" or "Steve" for no other reason than Gojo felt like it, but he's consistent. So once a name is bestowed, Geto refers to them accordingly. He, of course, never approaches them with fear and he's just as endeared to them as he is to Geto.

Before Gojo got the hang of how to optimize his cursed energy, overuse would leave him... not weak but just not agreeable. Clearly cranky and suffering the drawback, Suguru clocked the difference and that's actually when he started to pamper Gojo. It's also the only reason Gojo ever articulated the downsides of his CT to anyone. I don't know if Geto ever told Gojo the extent of his discomfort with his technique. He either felt like he was being burdensome/ungrateful in sharing or he was embarrassed about what it would say about him (re: regularly ingesting things that tasted like vomit). It's one of the only things he remained furtive about when it came to Gojo though he always wondered if Gojo already just knew.

Supported by canon, but, Suguru absolutely carried candy for Satoru (and a lighter for Shoko) because he's just that considerate. Mans was swallowing vomit rags and still concerned about appeasing Satoru's sweet tooth.

Without realizing it, this gesture inspired a Pavlovian effect and made Gojo super clingy. He associates sweetness with Geto and, in his absence, always overdoes it. Especially after he left the school for good. Nothing fills the void.

We know Gojo became a teacher because of Geto but... Geto would have been an excellent teacher.

You see it in the way they raise kids, Gojo makes sure Megumi and Tsumiki don't simply die. They have lavish accommodations but he has no idea how to parent. I love the Papa-Gojo agenda but know he was out of his depth. He was more like a "cool" but irresponsible (read: unstructured) older cousin if anything, not a father figure per se until maybe his late 20's which was a little too late. I think Geto specifically raised Nanako and Himiko like "normal" kids (ironically, humans) instead of the in the misogynistic, classist way of traditional jujutsu society because they deserved a lifetime of young revelry after everything they suffered. It cost them their lives so maybe everything Geto touched was meant to crumble.

As a fandom, I think people like to think they met up in those ten years of separation and I do too? But, realistically, I think Gojo just kept a forlorn bead on Geto and his whereabouts, too uncertain to go to him. 10 years of absence didn't change how he felt about him though.

FAVE MOMENTS

I'm sorry but every single time Geto's Japanese voice actor purrs "Satoru"? Does that count? Allow me to do a cartwheel on a bed of nails because OH MY GOSH they nailed that. You feel the teasing, the intimacy.

Gojo acting a fool on the beach with Riko in Okinawa and Geto looking on affectionately. Geto really allowed space for Gojo to be a kid and gave him some of his youth back.

Every time Geto's facade of calm relaxed or broke entirely because something was going on with Gojo. Like checking in in Okinawa, when Toji initially got the drop on him, when Toji announced he'd killed Satoru Gojo. Every time you see what writhes beneath the surface.

Geto, in a sea of despair and perhaps a sprinkle of bitterness, still thinks to ask Haibara to bring back something sweet to share with Gojo. Attentive to a fault and crazy how Gojo still manages to occupy his thoughts in that way, even then.

Every tantrum Gojo threw for Geto. Gojo was literally stabbed and didn't break character. Gutted and killed but showed nothing until he comes back an overconfident mess. But just hearing about Geto's crimes, confronting him on the streets of Shinjuku and he's shaking with rage and disbelief. Not so confident then.

Realizing that Gojo saw the day he confronted Geto as a dark and mournful day when, in actuality, it was a perfectly normal, sunshine-y day.

The moment after Geto's dramatic ass is like "I could never smile from the bottom of my heart in this world!" and Gojo says something to immediately recant that by making him smile so genuinely. Just going to do The Worm across a busy highway.

Geto defying all reason to strangle Kenjaku despite hundreds of years without a fight from a host. Just as Gojo never forgot Geto's scent, Geto's body never forgot it's inclination to protect Gojo. Even if only for a moment.

⚠️ Spoiler warning through JJK chapter 236.

Geto's face being the last face Gojo saw before he was sealed and the first face he saw upon being freed. Then agreeing to fight Sukuna on the anniversary of Geto's death because he was sentimental right until the very end.

At the close of Gojo's life, imagining an afterlife where he sees Geto and all of the people he cares about during the point when he was the happiest. After all that time, more than a decade later and he still reflects so happily back on that era despite how grisly part of it was. Not only that but, in a perfect outcome, he imagines full blown cult leader Geto congratulating him because he would take Geto in any form over not having him around at all.

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angstyfandom · 11 months

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Simeon x Mc smut. (A/N I saw a similar story on here somewhere and I really liked the concept so here is Mc once again be drugged with an aphrodisiac.)

Warning: Sexual content, strong language, implied drugging.

Content: Fingering, aphrodisiac cookies, quiet Dom Simeon, vaginal penetration, overstimulation, multiple releases, naught Simeon.

It was a day like any other in Purgatory Hall. You were sitting with Solomon and Luke watching a few movies. Luke had been bummed out recently and Simeon had apparently been MIA for a few days. It's not like the angel to avoid cheering Luke up, and you were curious as to why he was avoiding everyone when he could. And you hadn't seen him since you got to Purgatory Hall, worrying you further. Luke just told you that he was out and he didn't know when he'd be back.

Solomon stood up, taking a look at the both of you before sending a kind smile to the younger angel "Belphie brought us some cookies to apologize for Beel eating Luke's cake. Would either of you like one?" He asked, his gaze focused on you. You sent him a quick nod, watching him hustle his way out of the room, towards the kitchen. After a few moments, the sorcerer walked out with a plate of cookies, eating one himself before sitting back down next to you. "Here you go, I hope you enjoy." Solomon smiled As you all enjoyed a cookie, you noticed a weird fruity aftertaste. Similar to the scent of laughing gas, but a flavor? You didnt think much of it, and just shrugged it off, knowing Belphie isn't the best baker there ever was, so it was okay that they weren't perfect.

After a few cookies, Luke let out a loud ass yawn and stretched his arms as he stood in front of you "It was nice seeing you Mc! Thank you for the movie night, it's just what I needed. I'm beat....Imma going to bed, I'll see you in the morning! Goodnight." Luke gushed, before walking out of the room, leaving you and Solomon. "Jeez, after a few cookies, you'd think he'd be the opposite of tired." You laughed, leaning your head back against the soft couch. Solomon nodded and stood up, bending down towards you "Are you going to bed soon as well? I'm going to bed, you probably should as well." He chimed, his eyes falling to your hands that have been tapping your legs so consistently. You felt your cheeks get hot, a sudden burst of energy coursing through you.

You couldn't get any words out, your brain going fuzzy, and your body temperature started to rise. Solomon must have noticed your face turning crimson red, seeing a concerned glint appear in his eyes "Are you okay, MC? Do you need me to--" He began to approach you, the closer he got the hotter your skin felt. You squeaked and jumped back from him, the redness on your face spreading to your ears "N-No, I'm fine, you can go to bed Sol, I think I need to take a shower.." You whimpered, breathlessly. Before Solomon got any closer to you, you bolted passed him and locked yourself in the bathroom, hearing Solomons footsteps retreating down the hall to his bedroom.

You let out a sigh of relief as you jumped into the shower, throwing off your clothes as quickly as possible and turning the water on its coldest setting, convinced you would see steam emanating from your skin. The cold water was helping, you felt the fire inside of you die off the longer you stood under the freezing water, your heart beating out of your chest.

Once you were convinced the fire in your abdomen was gone, you hopped out, shivering like no tomorrow. You wrapped a soft blue and white towel around yourself, before looking around the bathroom for your clothes. That's when you realized it. You took off your clothes in the shower. You were in such a rush to relieve yourself from the heat that you got your clothes sopping wet, and what was worse. It was cold wet clothes....

You sighed at your obvious stupidity and stumbled out of the bathroom, the towel still wrapped around you as you made your way down the hall. You were debating your options of what you could do. Luke is sleeping. You were in a towel so seeing Solomon wouldn't be the brightest, knowing how he can be. That's when it hit you.

Simeon isn't home, I can just take some of his clothes and explain to him why tomorrow morning if I see him.

You thought to yourself, tiptoing your way to Simeons door, giving it a quick knock just in case he was home. No response. You walked in, looking around the simplistic room. It was so cozy, and the bright blue walls made it all that much more comforting. It smelled of a Persian Garden. The floral scent put your body in a state of bliss, an intoxicating scent. Simeon has always been pretty organized so there wasn't much of a suprise that his room was clean and tidy. An angel definitely lives here.

You rummaged through Simeons closet, pulling out the biggest shirt he had, considering you had no pants and no underwear. The next best thing is Simeons size difference basically making his shirt a dress on you. You kneeled down on the edge of his bed, faceplanting against the soft sheet. The scent from before was so much stronger against his blankets, it made your heart flutter thinking about the times you had spent with Simeon in this room, talking about the play and studying with Luke.

As you took in another deep whiff of the scent, the peace you felt from the comforting smell turned to something different. The scent was enveloping you, making you feel rather overwhelmed, causing you to jump up, holding your heart, feeling it beat so hard against your chest. What is this feeling? You pondered, taking deep breaths to calm down. The scent of the sweet angels room was drowning you, your brain going fuzzy and you had no idea why. Luckily(Debatable) you were knocked out of your troublesome situation hearing someone walk through the door, into the room.

Your eyes slowly moved up, seeing Simeon, looking at you with a shocked expression "W-What are you doing in here?" He asked, all the possibilities of why you would be in his room in the dead of night were completely lost to him. "W-Well, I wasn't feeling well and when I got into the shower I was rushing and I got my clothes all wet....and since Luke and Solomon were sleeping and you weren't home, you were my best option. I'm sorry if I've upset you..." You explained, tilting your head down, staring at the floor, expecting him to be slightly bothered by this encounter

"Oh that's no problem, Mc. I'm glad I could be of service to you, even though I wasn't here." He smiled, his gorgeous blue eyes sparkling in the soft light coming from the closet. He walked over to you, kneeling down to get to your level, his hand resting on the bed next to your legs. This is all well and good until Simeons strong scent wafted around you. That familiar fire from earlier returning to your stomach, an aching feeling appearing between your thighs.

Simeons innocent gaze stayed on you as he began to speak, unaware of exactly what you were imagining him doing to you "I don't want you to think I could be upset with you over something like this.... I'd be happy to give you anything I have." Simeon sent you a cheeky grin, your eyes examining all of his features, the burning sensation against your skin was becoming too much. It felt like there was a giant knot in your abdomen, needing to be released. You softly rubbed your thighs together, trying to create some type of friction to calm your body down. You were trying so hard to come up with a response for Simeon but everything was going fuzzy, your core pooling underneath you, your blushing expression causing Simeon to worry. Your breathing got heavier, softly licking your lips as you stared at the captivating angel before you. Simeon softly lifts his gloved finger to the corner of your lips, noticing a small drop of drool escaping from the corner of your mouth. He was getting too close, your senses were getting fuzzy as you gently bit onto the tip of his glove, causing him to pull his hand away. His glove came off in your mouth, Simeon sending you a shocked expression. You whined softly, feeling like you're about to burst into a ball of fire if Simeon didn't touch you. You needed him. More than ever now. You felt tears pricking at your eyes, the neediness overestimulating your senses. Simeon reached towards you, with his bare hand, gently touching your cheek

"MC.... You're burning up. I'm going to get you some water. Stay her--"

"N-No..."

"What?"

"S-Simeon....come here..."

Simeon slowly strides closer to you, seeing you become more unhinged the closer he got "What wrong, love?" He whispered softly.

You softly grabbed his hands, your legs resting other both sides of his legs. Your pleading gaze met Simeons worried look, he slowly leaned down to get a better look at you, seeing the lustful glint in your eyes. A look he was unfamiliar with from you. "I need you..." You breathed out, speaking becoming harder and harder. You just wanted to pull him on top of you and let him do whatever he'd like, but unfortunately Simeon isn't so simple. "I need you so bad, Simeon....please." You whimpered, your hands releasing his and moving up to the collar of his shirt.

Simeon was caught off guard, but he wasn't about to show it. He was taken aback by your behavior, curious as to why you were acting such a way. The thought finally hit him, having seen something similar when the brothers ate an aphrodisiac as well. That explained your act. He had never had sex before. Of course he knows about it and has lived a lot of years, knowing the basics but with you. With you, it had to be perfect. With you, he had different plans for this first time. Simeon wanted to stick with his plan, but the begging voice you were using is tugging at his chains, making it so hard to not take you right now.

"I-I don't think I can...you're not feeling well..." Simeon explained, not able to take his eyes off of the needy girl squirming in front of him. He wanted to give you everything good in all of the realms, he wanted you to feel warm and content at all times when it's within his power. Especially right now. You just whined at his response, gently rubbing your aching core against the edge of the bed, warm tears escaping your eyes from frustration "S-Simeon please, it hurts...." You whimpered, your hands impatiently pulling at his collar, getting his face closer to yours. Your lips were only an inch away from his, the angels gaze hardened right before your eyes. The bright and kind blue his eyes always glowed was replaced with the dark shadow of temptation and lust. He could feel your hot breath so close to him, seeing the submissive look in your eyes up close and it was driving him mad.

Simeon let out a soft grumble, and shook his head, giving up on his prior concern, before greedily attacking your lips. You felt his arm hook your legs from underneath you and gently moved you further up the bed. He softly pulled away, admiring how pretty your soft lips looked so kiss swollen. He just wanted to see you. He wanted to see your face when you unwind underneath him. Unable to wait much longer, Simeon moves his hungry kisses to your jawline, down to your neck. You could feel his knee move up between your legs, pressing up against your heat. His incredibly soft hands moved up his shirt that you're wearing, feeling himself harden at the thought of his scent covering you, in almost every way. His fingers traced circles around your nipples, his teeth dragging against the crook of your neck, causing you to release a satisfied groan, grinding your core up against his leg, desperate for more relief. You could see the restraint in his eyes breaking away at your movements.

You moaned lightly at the soft nibbles against the soft spot under your ear, Simeons hand wandering down your stomach, to your thighs, gently running his finger over your dripping entrance causing you to release such a soft moan that it teased him. He needed to hear more than that. He smeared your arousal around your heat, the flat of his thumb pushing up against your swollen clit, pushing it in a small circle. Simeon wasn't the type of angel to take advantage of a situation like this, but since he came to Devildom, he began changing. You were changing him.

He couldn't imagine what would have happened if he hadn't come home. Would you would have gone to Solomon or one of the brothers? He let out a soft growl at the thought of someone else seeing you like this. So vulnerable, before inserting a finger inside of your wet hole, a loud gasp escaping your lips. Simeon sends you such sweet smile before leaning down, burying his face against your neck before mumbling "Keep your voice down, darling, Luke is sleeping next door." He grinned before adding another digit, thrusting his fingers in and out, sending a small wave of pleasure through your body, a trail of whimpers escaping your swollen lips. His lips moved across your collar bone, leaving sloppy kisses across your skin.

Your whimpers turned into whining, the aching pleasure waving through you wasn't enough. You needed more from him. And he wanted so much more from you. The more your legs started to shake the faster Simeon would thrust his fingers against your walls, sending electricity with every hit. He couldn't control his pacing, wildly trying to get more of the sweet melody dancing from your lips. Your moans slowly got louder, your breathing grew more uneven. Simeons gloved hand moved over your mouth, muffling your gradually rising sounds, knowing you may be just a bit too loud. He wasn't complaining, but others around the hall just might. He edged you closer to your breaking point, his hand pressing harder against your lips the closer you got. "S-Simeon I-I'm going to cum." You whimpered into his hand, feeling the knot in your stomach being released, a loud scream escaping from your lips, completely muffled by Simeons gloved fingers.

He pulled his hand away, seeing the strands of saliva stringing from your mouth to his hand. His gaze was hard and you saw the bright red color on his face spreading, like he was conflicted as he pulled his dripping fingers out of you. Simeon stared at the arousal coating his fingers before reconcentrating his gaze onto your fragile figure. You just laid there breathing heavily, your body trying to cool down on its own, to no avail. The burning feeling throughout your body was dying down but the neediness and arousal only grew staring at the beautiful man on top of you.

Simeon leaned down, placing soft kisses on your lips, cheeks and neck before gazing at you once more. The painful feeling that was once in your abdomen has lessened, allowing you to think more clearly "T-Thank you...." You murmured, still working on catching your breath. A jolt of arousal coursed through your veins seeing a sinister smirk dance on Simeons silky lips, as he leaned closer to you and began to attack your neck with bites and open mouthed kisses, murmuring about how he's not done yet and to buckle down. You'll be here for a while.

You were shocked at the forwardness of the allegedly holy and pure man that was hanging over you, leaving dark marks all around your neck and collar. You hummed at the amazing feeling, your hands roaming up into his hair, and down to his back, leaving light scratches across his velvety skin. You felt him tense at the soft pain and released a light moan against your skin, arousing you further. Too focused on the bliss and attention your neck and chest were receiving you hadn't noticed the angel remove his pants, lightly grinding his hardened member against your leg.

Before you even realized what was happening, Simeon got impatient, needing to feel your insides as quickly as he could. He lifted your leg onto his shoulder, tucking his hands underneath you, pulling your hips closer to his. With no warning and little time to process, he had slammed into you letting out a satisfied grunt, holding his position for you to adjust to his size. He had never thought of how good this would feel. How sinful this was yet it felt like heaven. How wrong it was for angels to be forbidden to feel this connection. Maybe he only felt this fire for you. Maybe it wouldn't be this way with anyone else.

Once you softly began whining, and grinding your heat against his cock, he began moving his hips at a painfully slow pace. He was doing it on purpose. Regardless of experience, he was enjoying the sight of you squirming under him. Seeing your brain so foggy with desire. Desire for him. The pleasure waving through you, making you grow hungry for more. Your trail of moans turned to soft begging

"S-Simeon go faster please." You pleaded, pushing your hips to his base, letting out a gorgeous moan that drove Simeon crazy. It was music to his ears. Hearing you be so needy for him, so impatient. Simeon lived to please you in every way he could, this was no different. He smiled lightly at your pleads, giving in to you without another thought. His thrusts got faster and rougher than before, feeling his tip pound against your cervix sending unimaginable pleasure throughout your body, whimpering and moaning his name, only making him go much faster. Your begging and whining making him never want to stop. "Pretty..." he murmured through his grunting. A shiver ran up your spine, feeling another release building in your stomach, your panting and squirming signaling to Simeon of your 2nd release. You let out a rather loud yelp, feeling his free hand move down to rub at your clit, adding to the already overwhelming stimulation.

Simeons eyes went dark at your noises and his gloved hand moved up to his mouth, removing his glove with his teeth and swiftly shoving it into your mouth "Quiet, Mc." He demanded, his tone was calm but dominant. He thrusted hard and faster into you, feeling your walls throbbing around him. Your cries were muffled by the black cloth inside your mouth, your toes curling against his soft covers. He lowered himself to you after removing the glove from your mouth, placing a deep kiss onto your lips, his tongue swiping at your bottom lip. His thrusts were getting more and more sloppy, your legs shaking at the overstimulation from already cumming twice. Simeon grunted and moaned against your ear, his lovely sounds blurring your senses more and more. Never would you have thought his moans could be so....perfect. You moaned against his neck, your nails clawing against his lower arm, encouraging him to do more. His breathing began getting heavy, his moans gradually became consistent, making it clear he was close as well. As were you. Simeons hand pressed down on your lower abdomen, building up the friction inside of you. Your legs began to vibrate, your third release waving over you. "Aw, you're doing so well, darling~" he praised, his hand softly rubbing your sides, providing a little comfort for the overstimulation. Unfortunately you were unable to ride out your high, with Simeon still thrusting into you. You became a mess, clawing and gripping at his blankets, your other hand pressing against your mouth, holding back your unraveling moans the best you could. "I-I'm close, Mc~" he mused, his grunts and heavy breathing was ringing in your ears. Simeon thrusted sloppily into you a few more times before you felt him bite against your shoulder, his hands gripping your hips as he released his seed into you. You felt him slowly pull out of you before laying on the bed next to you, pulling your head onto his chest "I love you Mc....more than anything." He panted, stroking your hair and speaking in such a soft and comforting way, it would be easy to forget he just railed the daylights out of you if you weren't still high from pleasure.

Simeon gently pulled the blankets over you, watching you snuggle in against him and the warm duvet. He strokes your back with the tips of his fingers, watching you drift off to sleep before following closely after.

The aftermath!!!

You woke up to the bright lights shining through the window of Simeons room. You were confused as to why you were in his room, before you rolled over to see Simeon. Naked. Your face went a bright red, recalling the events from the night before. You squeaked into the pillow, out of both excitement and embarrassment. Simeon is finally yours. But you wished that wasn't the first intimate experience he had seen from you. Simeons eyes fluttered open, causing panic to rise from you "S-Simeon! I'm so so sorry, that was wrong of me. I have no idea what happened to me." You scrambled for an excuse but could come up with none. Simeons lips slowly parted with the cutest smile ever, before he leaned towards you, hooking his hand around the back of your neck, pulling you into the most butterfly inducing kiss you'd ever felt. He slowly and reluctantly pulled away from your lips, tracing his finger over the dark marks across your neck "Don't be sorry, princess. I enjoyed it as much as you did." He grinned, teasing you for your disheveled behavior last night. "Whatever you ate last night was laced with a powerful aphrodisiac. It didnt seem to work on Solomon but it had wild effects on you. Not that I'm complaining of course." Your cheeks went hot at the angels words, you would have been more embarrassed if you weren't already swooning over his messy bed hair and his deep sleepy voice.

Back at the House Of Lamentation

You strolled your way into the house, seeing all 7 brothers sitting around the living room, chatting amongst themselves. Recalling the events from last night, you stood in front of belphie to confront him about the aphrodisiac cookies "Hey Belphie, did you happen to make those cookies you gave to Solomon as an apology?" You questioned him. Belphie raised an eyebrow and scoffed "No I didn't, Asmo and Mammon made them. I just took a bunch and brought them to Purgatory Hall." He sighed. I looked over at mammon and asmo "Guys, what was in those cookies?" You growled, slowly approaching them. They gulped and looked at eachother panicked. Mammon was the first to break "It was Asmos idea! He thought it would be funny to drug Solomon and see what he'd do." He explained. I growled and shook my head "I ate those cookies too, so did Luke. Though Luke is an angel so he's fine, and Solomon is a powerful sorcerer and it didn't work on him!" You snapped. Asmo flinched at your tone, and stared at you with an apologetic look. His guilt was quickly subdued once he realized what it meant when you said it didn't work on THEM. You haven't said anything about you.

"Oh dear MC, who'd you fuck?" Asmo asked with a shit eating grin. Your face got hot as you slowly backed away from them, not wanting to talk about THAT. Before you could make an escape, you ran into a hard figure that was standing behind you. You flipped around and glanced up to see Lucifers serious expression staring down at you. Lucifer was the first one to get this close to you since you got home, and he quickly noticed the bites and hickeys on your neck. "Was it Solomon?" Lucifer asked, his voice laced with interest. The 6 other boys seemed to find this conversation rather interesting as well, finding themselves circling you. "NO.." You stated, feeling Mammons hands moving your hair to the side, exposing your marks to everyone. The boys surrounding you stared at you with such a jealous rage you were worried they would find out about Simeon and that would be bad.

"Who ever said anyone but us could touch you?" Lucifer stated, seeing the agreement in all of their eyes. You sighed, knowing exactly what they're going to do.

This is going to be a long night, once again.

#obey me imagines #obey me fanfic #obey me simeon #simeon x you #obey me smut #shall we date #obey me shall we date #obey me simeon smut #otome game

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ms--lobotomy · 4 months

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Hi, can I request a Konrad Curze x reader oneshot? I like how you’ve written him so far.

anon im so stupid for curze its not even funny. i love rat men. in my head hes really dumb but also a little shit.

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summary: curze has no idea how to court someone he finds attractive, lmao

word count: 1184

content warnings: its curze so nearly comical amounts of violence, i feel like im putting a lot of headcanons on him but what even is canon anymore we're all primarch fuckers here, also its kinda toxic because its curze

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Nostramo was a lightless planet. The only things illuminating the path you tread were manmade lights, harsh and unyielding. It didn't help that it was pouring rain, either. You trod alone, but it was time for the factories of the planet to close, so you were just one face in a sea full of people.

You felt the hairs on the back of your neck bristle. This wasn’t an uncommon feeling, things commonly went wrong in the hive city in which you lived. You clutched the bag you were holding, a sad brown thing that carried the remnants of corpse starch and some money and other things you needed to get through work. It smelled awful.

“Put the bag on the ground,” you heard a voice behind you proclaim. You felt something round and hard at the back of your neck.

You already knew what to do. Nobody turned around to look at you, the people walking home milled around the two of you. You turned around to see someone wearing nondescript black clothes and bearing a cold iron gun. You put your bag on the ground. “Here you go,” you sighed. He did have a gun, but this wasn’t your first day around town. “There’s maybe two coins in there, if you even care,” you continued. “Enjoy.”

Just before you turned around, while you were thinking about how many factory shifts you would need to replace your dearly departed bag, a dark blur hit your mugger. Your… would be mugger now, because he had just become a cloud of blood and viscera. It would be almost comical if a man weren’t turned to dust before your very eyes.

Your eyes darted to that… thing that attacked him. It--no, he--was tall, very tall. Maybe twice your height. He had dark, unkempt hair and his sclera was black. The crowd was starting to disperse, taking different directions, but you stood there dumbfounded. And he looked just about as dumbfounded as you did.

“Um…” you managed to squeak out. “Can I help you?”

He pursed his almost nonexistent lips. “Follow me,” he said, his voice more rumbly than anything you’ve heard come out of a human before. You weren’t even sure if this was a human you were dealing with. While you were busy contemplating whether or not the being in front of you could be considered human, he put a firm hand on your shoulder and started walking. You had to run to keep up, or you felt your shoulder was going to be yanked from your body. His fingers dug into your flesh, almost breaking it open. You saw the crowd part in front of you, the odd person giving you a confused stare before darting away with the rest of the crowd.

After winding through the streets of the dimly lit city, you found yourself in front of a large, imposing building. Skulls around your size hung on pikes around it, and that had to be human skin carpeting the ground.

“Your… new quarters,” he said bluntly.

“Excuse me?” you asked. You had lived in crummy apartments your whole life. Having a whole building, let alone one this large, was an alien concept to you. Not to mention the uncouth decorations.

He stared, nothing hiding the crazed way in which he looked at you. You looked away to break the intense eye contact. A few moments later, he scanned his hand and led you through the door. The door was the perfect size for him, but the knob was just a little further down than you were tall.

“Thanks?” you asked as you entered the threshold of the building.

You entered the elevator in the center of the room, and it shot you up to the highest floor of the building. It was as if you could see the entire city from where you were. His hand trailed from your shoulder to your waist. You looked out to around where you came from, there were people milling around again as if nothing had happened there. You looked back up at the man who had brought you here. He was staring at you again with that same crazed look in his eye.

“Who even are you?” you asked.

“You don’t know?” he responded. The crazed look became one of genuine confusion. “You haven’t heard of the Night Haunter?”

“I have no idea who that is,” you responded flatly. “I don’t get out often.”

“Well…” he said, looking away from you for a second. The elevator dinged, you were at the floor you were looking for. His hand left your waist. He turned around to exit, but you could still hear him fine. “You can call me Konrad.”

He scanned his hand next to the single door, and it swung open. The room that greeted you was nothing short of opulent. Windows opened up a view of the city, and there was a bed big enough for three Konrads nested in one of the corners of the room. Sure, the paintings on the wall were… unsettling, but you’d seen worse. He put a hand on your shoulder again and led you to the window, staring down at the city. You couldn’t escape if you wanted to.

“Why are you doing all this?” you asked as he knelt down next to you. He was still taller than you.

He took one of your hands in both of his, clasping his hands around yours. “I…” he started. “Uh… I suppose this is how courting works, correct?”

Your mouth hung open. Of course this was what he was doing. What other explanation would there be for this behavior? “Absolutely not,” you said after a moment. You couldn’t help it, but the corners of your mouth quirked up. You knew that he could tear you to shreds if he wanted, you could be another part of those skulls and skins at the front of his dwelling if he so chose. But there was something about the gestures that he made that was… charming.

“We will be sharing a bed anyways,” he said, bringing your hand to his mouth. He ran his lips over it in an almost-kiss, but pulled away. “I imagine you are going to be okay with this arrangement.”

You felt your face go warm. “I… I guess I can’t refuse, can I?”

Konrad chuckled. “You are getting it,” he replied. “Now, it is getting late. And you need to go to bed.”

“I just got off of work,” you protested, but Konrad led you to the bed nonetheless. He practically threw you on the mattress before slumping onto it himself. After hitting a button to turn the lights out, he grabbed you and held onto you. You went limp on the bed. If he said you were going to bed, who were you to argue?

His breath was warm on your exposed neck, his face nested in the crook of your neck. You ran a curious hand through his unkempt hair. The bed was softer than anything you’d ever experienced.

You could get used to this.

#primarch x reader #warhammer 40k x reader #konrad curze x reader #reader insert #konrad curze #warhammer lobotomy #i dont know what im doing but im doing my best :)#hope you like it anon! have a lovely day

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empressgeekt · 16 days

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Trolls- headcanon, Creek and Branch are Cousins and Rosiepuff was both their grandmother...

okay. This randomly came to me, and I have to write this down. On mobile sorry for issues.

So, I was scrolling through Tumblr and saw fanart of acdepressed creek, and I though, "hey he kind of looks like Floyd's old concept design". Don't look up that design it's horrifying, but originally Floyd was supposed to look like Grandma Rosiepuff. Then things started to spiral. F9r two characters who seemingly have nothing to do with each other, Rosiepuff and Creek look awfully similar to one another. Same skin tone, and they both have minty green in their hair. In fact one could argue that Creek resembles her more then her own canon grandchildren. BROZONE all have cool colors and John, Clay, spruce, and branch all have blur eyes like her, while Floyd has a smaller similar nose shape. But that's the extent of it.

What if Rosiepuff had two surviving children, instead of the one who had brozone? And Creek was born of that second child.

I don't know what other people think but alot of the jab Creek makes towards Branch feel very personal. Sure pre trolls one Branch was not liked by the community, but Creek despises Branch personally. He tells Poppy that Branch doesn't want to be happy. Confronts Branch head on while the others passively complain. He even calls out the vest and that is a deep cut to Branch as we all know...but how would Creek know? Unless they share more of history then we think.

There are number of ways that's this could've played out, be it Creek's parent having a falling out with Rosiepuff before he's born, or maybe they didn't want anything to do with the band, but the two sides of the family clearly don't talk. Evident by Rosiepuff raising Branch alone, and never once is an aunt/uncle mentioned. However it wouldn't be too hard to believe that Creek knows about Rosiepuff, her death, and blames Branch for it. Heck he could've been taught that by his parent, The possible child of Rosiepuff's. And now in turn hates Branch.

This could even be supported by the amount of similar traits Creek has with Brozone. For starters, both Creek and at least two of the brothers (branch and clay) are planners. Branch and clay are prepping for the worst, but Creek is always planning how to control situations he finds himself in. Their uses are different, and as are the strategies, but the principle still stands. Creek also has a high emotional intelligence, like Floyd. He'd have to in order to manipulate people the way he does. A level head under pressure could also be a shared trait, Creek only really panics when he's in immediate danger, being eaten or when he and chef were one fire, otherwise he's very collected. He's the one telling everyone in the bird cage to remain calm after all.

But if they are related the why didn't JD or any of the others ask about him when Brozone reunited? Well, simply they didn't know about him. Creek is either the same age or younger then Branch, and if the two sides of the family weren't on speaking terms in the first place then its a slim chance they would be told about a baby cousin. And I have a hard time seeing Creeks family taking Branch in afte the accident and he went grey. So if branch knows about their relation, he's probably so detached that he doesn't consider them family. Not to mention the whole betrayl thing...

So thought? Was my brain on to something? Or is this just rambling.

#dreamworks trolls #trolls #trolls branch #fanfic #headcanon #trolls creek #trolls movie #trolls headcanons #Creek and branch are cousins?#This makes wya too much sense #random #rant post #theory

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booppooo · 2 years

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unexperienced + really horny and desperate ellie x fem reader where ellie is the type to say 'please ride my thigh" or "please let me eat you out" yk... <3

Pretty Please!

Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader One-Shot

AN: brilliant.

Warnings: oral reader receiving, face sitting, inexperienced Ellie, swearing

(concept art!)

Before now Ellie had only ever kissed Cat.

That one kiss was enough for her and left her running for the hills until she felt ready to put herself back out there.

You were her first target.

It started with light flirting and then escalated to constantly hanging out until your label with her was official. Ellie was your girlfriend.

This scared Ellie.

In certain departments she was very confident: flirting, joking, comforting, but as far as sex everything was a big question mark. That wasn't to say she wasn't feeling hungry around you. Every time your chest brushed against her hand or your ass looked especially good in some jeans Ellie was a soaking wet mess. She was desperate and ready, but had no idea how to proceed.

That was until you popped into her garage one night, bored, cold, and alone.

Your relationship was still relatively new, but wasn't too early to experiment sexually. On that particular night you were feeling especially needy and Ellie was the only logical answer.

After passing back and forth a joint for a few minutes you had crawled onto her lap and gently began melting your lips with her's. Enjoying the tingling in your body and the excitement building in your naval. Throughout you helped guide Ellie, placing her hands on your hips or even sliding them under your nightshirt to let her pinch and massage at your breasts.

Her eyes were almost entirely consumed by her pupils, her jaw slack and cheeks a pretty shade of pink, "You feeling okay babe?" You purred, cupping her hot cheek.

"Huh? Oh! Yes...more than fine."

She made you giggle and hum in delight as she ran her thumb over your hardened nipples. You found yourself adding purple patches onto her neck and collar bone, loving the tiny whines and struggled breaths she'd let out. When enough anticipation built up between your hips you rolled your them against her's, sighing at the faint relief and feeling even more turned on when Ellie softly moaned.

One of her hands came up to cup your neck and gather your attention, "Babe...can I try something?" Her eyes were a outlined with red from the weed but she still managed to convey a sense of nervousness.

You nodded and assured her there was no need to feel embarrassed or nervous around you. Whatever it was you were willing to hear her out or even try it.

She began picking at her fingers, "So I'm...not very experienced," you nodded, "but I really want you to sit on my face."

This wasn't the leap you were expecting - not that you'd protest it either, but all Ellie saw was the shock on your face. It didn't matter to her though, she needed this and was desperate enough to do anything for you at this rate.

"Please let me eat you out Y/n. Please sit on my face...please."

How could you say no? Her hands were massaging your thighs and her lips dusted against your ear, really selling herself.

You ran your fingers through her hair, "Lay back."

She smiled against your skin and shifter against her couch so she was laying down with you straddling her torso. Her hands continued to trace your skin and her lust clouded eyes undressed you. For added affect, you took your time sliding off your shorts and sassily throwing them across the room, making Ellie giggle.

"C'mere pretty girl." She murmured with her hands on your ass.

You shimmied up to her head and let your thighs fall on either side of her head. Her palms were resting on your waist and her gaze was frozen on your slick covered center.

"Wow.." Ellie huffed in amazement.

Experimentally she pressed a dainty kiss to your clit and took note of your reaction - the way your lower abs contracted and you bit your lip. Next she parted your folds with her tongue until she reached your sensitive bud, flicking the tip of her tongue over it.

In a frenzy you found yourself reaching for something to keep you stable which happened to be the wall next to you and Ellie's hair. She had barely even touched you and you were already falling apart.

"Am I doing okay?" She spoke against you, unable to keep herself from tasting your slick.

You nodded with half lidded eyes, "Yes...so fucking good."

Suddenly her hands came between your thighs and forced them apart further and her mouth was attacking your center. Ellie had never felt so eager in her life and wanted to do everything she could to please you. She we willing to learn.

Her tongue twirled around your clit so expertly it made you shake. You couldn't believe how euphoric she was making you feel for someone so intimidated by their own skill level. If it were possible, you'd stay here forever.

Your hips grew a mind of their own and began gliding across her tongue and pert nose. The affects of the weed mixed with Ellie's ravenous ministrations left you whining and shamelessly moaning as if Joel's house wasn't ten steps away.

Digging your nails into her hair you hummed, "Oh Ellie..."

She didn't respond with words but instead brought you more earth shattering pleasure with her magical tongue and lips - sucking and lapping and making out with your clit as if you wouldn't exist tomorrow. Her expansive palms and lithe fingers were gripping your ass and encouraging the rolling of your hips along her face.

Meanwhile, Ellie had been squeezing her thighs together hard enough to crush a baby's skull. She wanted you to flip around and have your tongue play with her clit but she couldn't bring herself to ask because right now the world revolved around you.

"Oh God don't stop-" you choked out, biting down on your lip hard enough to make it twinge with pain. Ellie didn't even think about it.

Her slim thighs began to shift in a pathetic attempt to be attentive to herself all the while gradually becoming more vigorous with her lips and tongue. Lips, nose, and chin covered in a sheer layer of your essence like she had eaten a fruit exploding with nectar.

To you it felt like a glossy layer of warm honey was being massaged onto your skin and folds. Her tongue felt amazing against you and left your brain mushing and most of your praises just half sentences or whines.

The next words out of your mouth was a string of all your thoughts jumbling into one, "Ellie - please - oh God - don't stop - fuck - ahh."

This made Ellie greedy for your orgasm, hearing that when women cum it's like the sweetest summer fruit, and she was dying to get a taste. "Fucking cum," she barked from below you before harshly attaching her lips onto your clit and sucking.

You yelped like a surprised dog and to keep yourself upright you snagged up her hair. She hissed against you but you didn't pay it much mind other than the fact that it amplified your impending orgasm.

Ecstasy laced molasses pooled in your naval until the dam broke and the shockwave of its release rippled up your spine and ripped out of your throat in a ridiculously loud, pornographic moan. The freckled girl below you noticed the awkward jerking of your hips and did her best to guide you along her face until you were exhausted.

You tasted like pure sugar water laced with the most addictive substance on earth because even after you had huffed for Ellie to stop she continued to let her tongue explore and clean up the amazing mess she had been awarded with. As an added measure she worked her fingers along the muscles of your thighs and waist knowing how physically demanding of a task it was to ride her face. Was this heaven?

After helping you back onto the couch and returning your shorts, Ellie rested beside you and wiped her face with the bottom of her t-shirt.

"I'm never washing this." She winked.

You playfully shoved her and rested your very tired head against her chest to listen to her heartbeat. She smoothed down your hair and placed a kiss to the crown of your head before whispering, "Can we try something else new?"

#ellie the last of us #ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams smut #ellie x you

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kaizenkhaos · 4 months

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This is my contribution to the Harringrove Relay Race! ✨

Gift Giving: A Priest/Demon AU story Based on mine and Simplydes' Priest Billy and Demon Steve AU, this is a short xmas fic about Steve having an idea for a present to make for Billy ^^

It didn't really make the most sense to him but he was trying. The fact he was actually sat here, items ready, ideas set and was about to get started, that was the main thing...right?

Since coming to the Human Realm, the upper layers of this world called Earth, Steve the Incubus Demon had learned so many things. How humans used bits of metal and a thing called "paper" in exchange for other items. How they used objects (which he still called monsters) to cook and lived in dwellings that didn't react well to open flames. How their winged creatures weren't fast enough to avoid a curious and hungry little Imp.

And how two needles of this thing called "wood" and this material called "wool" could be turned into the most beautiful of things.

Steve had gotten the idea for Billy's present when they had last been to the mall, wanting to find some things for Steve for their camping trip. Whilst going through a shop designed to sell such things, he'd seen all this clothing which the Humans used for what they called "winter", or as Billy had also explained to him, for areas which got much colder than here.

Steve got the concept of cold....kinda. Despite the myths, Hell did in fact freeze over in some parts and he and his family had travelled to a few of them before.

But the cold meant extra layers for humans. Not all of them apparently were like furnaces like him and many of his Demon brethren. Humans also didn't have thick skin or fur to help them with that sort of thing either. Unlike some of the animals up here, they seemed very poorly equipped.

And so as Billy had explained to him the different clothing, the hats, the gloves the scarf, the idea came. He already knew Billy liked to receive gifts, as much as the Priest was humble and all that. He knew also that the thought behind the gift was also important to Billy. Even more than the presents.

Since the pair had come to a common understanding (and much more than that), Steve had wanted to repay Billy for his kindness. His compassion, his....everything. He was just the nicest person. He looked out for others. Cared for them and rarely did anything for himself. He was getting better at that, with Steve's not-so-gentle nudging and encouragement, but Steve still felt that the priest just didn't put himself high enough up. So if he wasn't going to treat himself, Steve would do it. In any way he possibly could.

Armed with Billy's laptop and sat at the table, the young Demon had his tongue firmly between teeth, as he worked the needles in and out, trying his best to follow a video tutorial on how to make a scarf.

This was his fourth attempt.

The first had been an utter disaster of tangled thread.

The second, a certain mischievous Imp had interfered, playing with the ball and then ending up in a mess even worse than what he'd himself had made beforehand. It had taken a while to untangle V, especially around his tail and wings, and after some play and a little nap, he'd managed to bundle V up in a blanket and get him to go to sleep. No mischief could be done if the little Imp was in slumberland.

The third attempt had gotten him to a few rows, a huge achievement but then he'd managed to mess up a few stitches somehow, so had tried to unpick them. But on doing that, he'd gone a few stitches too far, forgot how many stitches he'd gotten along and then he just decided to start again. After all, the numbers seemed to be important and he didn't want to get it wrong.

His claws would clink and click against the needles as he concentrated harder and harder as the scarf came to life in his hands. It was a dark red, almost maroon, with a little bit of a metallic sheen. He'd not really known what he'd been looking for when he'd been getting the wool. Just stared for ages and ages until someone asked if he needed help. They'd been really helpful, helping him choose the right thickness of wool, the right needles for someone like him who had never done this "knitting" before. And after a lot of deliberation over the colour, he chose red. V certainly approved of it too. Trying to play with the wool as soon as he's gotten his pesky little self into the bag he'd brought home. He was sneaky like that and like a cat, loved bags and boxes. And apparently take away tubs.

He smiled as he thought about that, pausing to cast off and start another row. Another red object V liked. He would even sleep in the chicken tubs and scream at them when they'd have to throw it out because it was stinking the place up. V loved chicken as much as he and Billy seemed to as well.

Back to the knitting. More rows, more clinking. Steve yawned and put the needles down. He was tired, the day was dragging on and soon Billy would be back home and he'd have to put it away. It seemed a shame too. He was so close. It wasn't....the thickest of scarves but it would be a good start and once he got better, he'd make him another one. Maybe one day he'd even be able to make him a jumper.

Now that would be a goal.

But right now, he could do this. Make it more. His hands started to move again as he yawned. More and more and more..... And then he was done. He wasn't sure how long he'd been sitting there, doing things over and over before he ended it off and then sat there staring at what he'd managed to do. He'd done this. By himself. With help of course from this Kind Human on the Internet.

But....he'd actually been able to make Billy something.

The breath caught in his throat as, with shaking heads, he slowly put the needles down and then gently picked up the scarf between his hands. And it looked so.... beautiful to him. So thick and warm looking and Steve couldn't help but see the swell of pride within his heart. Hopefully Billy would like it. Hugging it to his chest, Steve then carefully rolled the scarf up and slipped it into a small gift bag he'd bought to put under the tree. Usually he'd just put the present somewhere the person could see it but Christmas, as with birthdays, seemed to be a time when Humans liked to hide their presents. So the bag went under the tree and Steve went to hide the knitting items. Wanting for his creation to be a surprise for Billy and then accidentally spoiled by him leaving things out

The laptop was quickly shut down and moved back to its place and sitting on the sofa, Steve quickly dozed off, his eyes dropping before he was off to Dreamland just like his little Imp beside him.

He didn't even hear Billy come home, or see his eyes light up as he saw the little red bag nestled under the tree in the pile of presents which were for him. He didn't see Billy slip off his jacket and shoes and pace over to him, gently sitting next to him and putting his arm around him. The Demon softly shifted in his sleep and ended up in his arms. He didn't feel how Billy stroked slowly through his hair, kissing the top of his head before turning on the TV and making sure the volume was on low.

He didn't know what Billy had planned for Christmas as much as Billy didn't know what Steve had planned for him. But both of them were going to have some really nice surprises.

Please look forward to the awesome work from the next contributor, @greyghoulclub ^^ I know I am :D.

#harringrove relay race #harringrove #harringrove priest and demon au #kaizen's writing kreations #inspired by mine and simplydes' au #harringrove xmas fic

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baratiddyappreciator · 4 months

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Starting to Heal

Just a quick drabble that was inspired by a certain someone in the Baki discord. Ships Katsumi/Doyle/Retsu, just a quick little hurt/comfort fic because I was inspired.

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He'd been in prison again for a while now. How long exactly, he didn't really know. it had to have been a few months at this point. He hadn't really wanted to, but the officers supervising him had begun bringing him stuff to learn braille so they could at least communicate with him. They kept him on a strict routine to keep up his concept of time, at least for the day. His meals were all brought at reliable intervals, so he could comfortably follow the routine that they'd set up for him. But today was different. The routine had changed. He'd been given his breakfast, but the guards hadn't left while he was eating, and the food was different. It tasted familiar, but he couldn't quite remember why. It wasn't his usual scrambled eggs, toast and sausage either, it was something else. There were eggs, of course, but this time there were vegetables, some soup, rice, and bread. He didn't really know what to think, but he welcomed the change.

Of course, he felt it when one of the guards began approaching him, but he didn't feel the need to do anything, they often got closer to hand him a rotary pad where they'd write out braille to communicate with him. What he wasn't expecting was for a hand to rest on his shoulder. He jolted out of reflex, shrugging the hand off sharply with a glare directed towards the area he was most certain the guard was standing. Was this a new guard? If so, why were they so familiar feeling? He knew that hand, he thought. There was something so familiar about it. The hand returned to his shoulder again in a quick, reassuring pat, and this time he paused. Something was familiar here. The guard settled in beside him, before grabbing his hand- he knew these hands- and setting something in them. It felt thick, rough, and it was bundled together, a tag catching his attention, though when he ran his thumb over it he could feel symbols, but he couldn't recognize any of them.

There was a familiar smell in the air as he tried to figure out what it was he'd been handed and what to make of it. Something here was so familiar. There was another guard sitting in front of him, by the food. That one was familiar too. What was going on here? All the non-familiar familiarity was making his head spin. And then he realized what he was holding: A karate belt. He'd only held Katsumi's for a brief time back before his capture, but he knew what it had felt like. He didn't know why this had been handed to him, he didn't know what was happening, but he did appreciate that he finally had a belt, since he'd lost the one Katsumi had given him in his fight with Yanagi.

The hand returned to his, pulling his hand away from the belt gently to flip his palm upward, two letters being traced on his skin. "H. I." That gave him pause. The guards weren't ever this gentle or nice with him. This was familiar. Intimate. This person knew him. He turned to face them, brows furrowed. He wanted to hope, but he didn't dare.

"Who are you?" He asked, before the hand swiped across his own again, tracing letters, and with each one his stomach swooped. "K. A. T. S. U. M. I." He blinked in shock. "Katsumi?" He asked, and the form beside him leaned in slightly, enough for him to feel the laughter vibrating through his shoulder. Another hand grabbed his and began tracing as well. "R. E. T. S. U." He swallowed thickly. Ah. Now he remembered what he was smelling. "So, what brings you two all the way over here then?" He asked, feeling Katsumi lean further into his side, his chin resting atop his head, the platter being pushed closer towards him. The belt in his hand felt heavy, impossibly so. Was he shaking?

Katsumi's arm draped over his shoulder, pulling him closer into his side. He could feel the vibrations of his voice, not enough to know what he was saying, but he knew that he was talking. Retsu gently traced a request for Doyle to eat, that they had a while to catch up and he shouldn't worry, but he simply found himself sitting there, shaking, unable to let go of the belt, unable to lean away from Katsumi's one armed embrace. The food in front of him was delicious, and he knew that Retsu had made it with his health in mind. But he could only sit there, shaking as he gripped the belt tightly in his hand. It was then that he regretted deafening himself. He wanted to hear them, his first proper friends, he wanted to hear their voices to badly, to be able to have a normal conversation with them so he could hear what they were saying, but somehow, as they both leaned against his sides and held him, he felt like he could.

He felt like he could hear Katsumi's voice as he spoke, he could imagine what it would be about. A black-belt sat in his hands, and his first two friends sat beside him, a home-made meal ready to be eaten. Was this what normal people got to experience? Friends? Food? Gifts? It wasn't all that terrible, now that he thought about it. It wouldn't stay this way, of course. They would eventually leave, and he'd stay here, in prison, without the home-cooked meal and the company that didn't hate him. But for now, he supposed, he could enjoy it. Yes, he thought, letting them lean into him as he closed his eyes. He could enjoy this for as long as it would last.

He didn't sleep, he didn't have time to do that, but he did take a moment to gather his thoughts. Retsu's hand, softer, warmer, gentler, traced up the back of his neck, though it left after a moment. He would never admit that he was ashamed that he'd leaned after him to chase that touch, but instead of leaving, Retsu simply readjusted so that he could feed him, while Katsumi leaned against his side, still talking even though he knew Doyle couldn't hear him anymore. Regardless, it brought a smile to the red-heads lips as Retsu fed him spoonful after spoonful. This was peaceful. Domestic. Not what he was used to, but it was good. The food stopped coming, clearly gone, and he searched for where he thought Retsu would be, hands meeting his cheeks to steady his face.

"Thank you. It was good. Best meal I've had since I was brought here." He admitted, and while he couldn't hear Retsu's voice or see his face, he could practically feel the smile that he shot at him. "Ah, Katsumi, I've been practicing my Seiken. Every day, a part of my routine. I think you'd be proud of my progress." He said, and Katsumi didn't answer, getting up and walking away, and while he felt despaired at the motion, it didn't take long for him to return and press a familiar tablet into his hands. Braille letters greeted him.

"You look tired but I'll be back tomorrow. Show me then." He paused at that. Tomorrow? Katsumi would be back tomorrow? He handed the box back to Katsumi after clearing it.

"Tomorrow? You'd come back and visit me again? Why would you waste your time in a prison visiting a man on death row?" He asked, and it took a moment for the box to be pressed back into his hands.

"We're here for the week. We wanted to see you so we made a vacation out of it. Sorry it took so long." He scoffed, shaking his head.

"Don't waste your time. If you're in America for a week then go sightseeing. There's gotta be something you can do." He insisted, but Katsumi grabbed his face and held it steady. He got the message loud and clear despite not being able to hear his voice. The immediate protest, his voice vibrating through the air. There was nothing to be done about it. If they would visit him, he would allow them. He would accept them. "I get it, there's no need to yell, not like I can hear you anyways. Sorry, by the way. I lost the original belt you gave me when I got caught." Katsumi's hands moved from his cheeks to his shoulders in a reassuring gesture. He could picture the smile he knew would be on Katsumi's face then.

So calm, open and reassuring. What had he done wrong in his life for the first smile like that to come from a man he had fought almost to the death? First Retsu, and then Katsumi, both men should hate him. They probably did. But if they were going to be nice, his first two friends, he would accept it. He'd had a taste of kindness, and he wasn't strong enough to ignore it. He took the initiative this time and leaned into Katsumi's shoulder, breathing in his scent to try and remember it, to ingrain it into his mind so he would recognize it any time he encountered it again in the future.

"So. What's new? What have I missed out on in the outside world? Tell me they at least caught that old bastard Yanagi." He said, and he felt Katsumi's laugh. He could almost hear it, so boisterous and loud. Yeah, this was alright.

#baki the grappler #baki son of ogre #baki dou #grappler baki #baki rahen #katsumi orochi #kaioh retsu #doyle #hector doyle #katsumi x retsu #katsumi x doyle #retsu x doyle #kaystumi x retsu x doyle #oneshot

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yanderes-galore · 1 year

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Everyone here is down bad for him, including me, so let me be a bit self indulgent- Honestly I didn't expect Spooky Month to be something I do. However, cannibal man has been rattling in my head lately so- Formatting different due to me writing on my PC

Yandere Bob Velseb Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Kidnapping, Cannibalism, Blood, Blood kink, Biting kink, Breaking and entering, Demon, Sadism, Murder, Jealousy, Manipulation, Drooling, Food kink (?), Vomiting, Delusional behavior, Forced relationship

From the fics I've read about him already, there's two popular ways to write him.

One, strangely affectionate yet deceptive man. Can be really sweet but is actually just a huge sadist.

Two, straight up sadist who has no idea how to be affectionate in the slightest.

With this knowledge, I'd write him the middle.

He's a cannibal and murderer, that can't change.

However, towards you he tries to play himself off as sweet.

He murders, but he can probably hide it.

At least, until he went to jail the first time.

After/right before that he became involved in cults and went from wearing a costume of a demon to being an actual demon.

You'd have no idea the chef at Boys & Grills was a cannibal until he lets something slip.

However when he becomes a demon, there's no hiding it.

Which means, you can meet him two ways.

Before he goes to jail, and after he goes to jail.

Let’s start with if you met him before his restaurant got closed down and he went to jail.

He displays himself as a pretty sweet man, as sweet as the candy he craves.

You could be a customer who becomes a regular or you work there, he’d act very similar either way.

The time you meet him would change his personality, I feel.

If you met him now, he’d be very kind to you.

He can’t entirely figure out why he feels you’re interesting to him yet, but he knows he enjoys talking to you.

Something about hearing your voice and watching you eat his cooking makes him feel a strange fluttering feeling.

Bob definitely drools when he thinks of you, alone or in public.

He does it when he sees anything he likes, meat, candy, you….

The longer he’s around you, interacting with you during your time at his restaurant, he begins to think you're his type.

Perhaps even his taste….

Bob would probably also be a very touchy guy at this stage, wanting to feel your warmth.

Perhaps if you let him, even taste your skin.

He’d call you all sorts of little nicknames.

Common ones I've seen people HC him as saying are Sweetpea, Darling, Cutiepie, Angel, etc.

I propose he’d also call you food related nicknames, or anything really sweet

His nicknames always come off as sickeningly sweet, honestly.

He also doesn’t bother covering up the fact that when he stares at you, he drools.

Unless you think it’s really disturbing and distance yourself, then he hides it.

Bob would probably fantasize about you an awful lot.

He definitely has some sort of biting/blood kink.

His fantasies mostly include sadistic desires such as licking your blood and biting your skin.

He adores you too much to completely devour you, although he loves a sample or two.

Would probably have that kink/fantasy of watching his darling eat.

It’s really creepy when he cooks for you, because then he doesn’t stop staring.

Even worse if he’s drooling.

Bob would probably start by feeding you normal meat whenever he cooks for you.

Then he’d slowly transition it to… well… human meat when his obsession gets more unhinged.

Usually that’s when he starts finding your friends and co-workers an issue.

Bob would be extremely possessive.

Even before he becomes a demon and completely loses his mind, he hates the idea of sharing you with other people.

He wants you to rely on him, why wouldn’t you?

Who doesn’t like a spouse who cooks….

Due to being a very affectionate man at this point in time, he adores every hug you give him.

Which extends into cuddles and hugs when the time comes.

He’s already being risky with his cannibalistic tendencies, but he also stalks you and may even kidnap you.

Don’t panic! He promises to take care of you.

He’d be the only person you’d see, the only person who’d take care of you, the only person who loves you.

Until he eventually gets caught and thrown in jail.

He’s distraught at the idea of leaving you alone, so he makes a promise to himself.

He’ll come back for you, just wait for him.

He loves you too much to allow jail time to keep you from him.

Then there's the next way you could meet him.

After he escapes from jail and looks for a new victim.

By this time I will lean into the demon theory.

Before meeting you he got involved in a cult and became a demon.

Which swaps his personality around a little bit.

As a demon he is much more sadistic.

He doesn’t even try to hide the urge to bite you or taste you.

He also is not afraid to drool in front of you.

Bob knows he’s a beast so why should he try to hide it?

He is still going to stalk you, would definitely kidnap you, and break into your house.

There’s little to no moral compass in him anymore.

If there was even one in the first place, honestly….

He loves to see the fear on your face and adores scaring you.

Yet he won’t kill you, he’s decided against it.

Instead he wants to keep you around like a little toy, someone to sample from and force to go along with his desires.

The fact you managed to “tame” him in a way is very surprising.

Once he grows attached he visits you often.

He’ll take his fill of human flesh for the night and then sneaks into your house to surprise you.

Once he’s comfortable with you, he’ll be very affectionate from the get go just to play around with you.

Scared he’s broken into your house?

How cute, you should know you’re something special to him.

Luckily his outfit hides all the red stains just enough he can try making excuses.

You know better, however.

You know what he’s capable of to a degree, any lie he tells you doesn’t always fool you.

Especially when the beast looks at you with half-lidded eyes and drool coming down his face.

It’s a surprise he hasn’t just eaten you yet.

There’s really no need for him to kidnap you if he keeps you in your house, if you try to run when he visits though, he may have to catch you.

How upsetting, you shouldn't be running from him!

You’re the luckiest person to meet him, everyone else is just a meal.

You, however, are the sweetest treat he loves to savor.

Why would he let you go if your taste is so addicting?

He makes things so disturbing when he tries to taste you.

You’re shaking and shivering, tears down your face while he makes cuts and bites on you.

Then he makes things worse by complimenting on how you taste.

Certainly takes a mental toll on you….

If being hunted and stalked by a demon wasn’t enough to make you go insane, him marking you might be.

Even as a demon, he probably would try to cook for you still.

Except it’s most certainly human meat.

He doesn’t bat an eye at you vomiting once he reveals it, you’ll get used to it.

He’s sure you’ll love his cooking at some point.

It’s going to be all you eat, anyways.

Good luck killing him to leave him, he’s incredibly durable as a demon.

Even if you die in some way, Bob’s just delusional enough to keep you around.

That or he makes you the best burger ever.

Either way, you’re fighting a losing battle.

Bob can be very passionate with his obsession over you.

He may even kill people in front of you if he gets jealous.

It’s not that hard to make him jealous, either.

He’d never share his candy, so why should he share you?

You’re the sweetest thing to him.

Why should he let someone like you be taken away?

Even when the cops catch him again, or if they even can, he’s always making plans to go find you.

Now that he’s attached to you, you are not getting away.

He’ll treasure you more than anything else.

#yandere spooky month #yandere bob velseb

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ideas-on-paper · 1 month

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Monster Hunter Tri Diary, Part 1: Intro, Arrival in Moga, First trip to Moga Woods

So, inspired by @dragonflight203's Mass Effect replay posts (hope you don't mind me adapting the idea!), I've decided to do a "gaming diary" for my first playthrough of Monster Hunter Tri.

Thanks to the dedicated endeavor of fans from the MH community, the servers of Tri are finally accessible again, so I'm very excited to check this one out. The 3rd Gen is my favorite overall, and I've been yearning to see Loc Lac with my own eyes for years now.

But first, I'll have to spend some time in singleplayer to farm some equipment and re-familiarize myself with the game. Wouldn't want to do the hub quests ill-prepared! So, for now, we're starting slow.

Disclaimer: Text is paraphrased from my localization and might slightly deviate from the English version.

Intro

This is the first time I've seen the intro of MH Tri in person - and it’s such an amazing one, too! I love the correlation between the sea and land environments depicted here: The Jaggi pack is hunting the Aptonoths at the coast (great way to introduce the new small bird wyverns!), while the Ludroths are picking up the scraps that fell into the water.

That Great Jaggi was about to have the feast of his life on that Aptonoth, only to be bowled out by that Rathalos. xD Dude wanted his lunch back so badly that he was even willing to make a stand against the Rathalos. Probably wouldn't have held out for long, though, with Jaggis being weak to fire. (If Tri had turf wars, that Great Jaggi would've been totally obliterated.)

And when the Lagiacrus shows up, the Jaggis are just like: "Okay, this one’s way out of our league. Let’s get the hell out of here." xD

One thing I love about the Lagiacrus is that he's designed like an antithesis to Rathalos: Rathalos wields fire, which is the Lagi's primary weakness. Meanwhile, Rathalos himself is weak against lightning, which makes him vulnerable to Lagiacrus’s attacks. Both are the kings of their respective element, but when encroaching on Rathalos' territory, the Lagiacrus is like a literal fish out of the water.

I wonder what would happen if there was a turf war between them, though. Would there be a 50:50 chance of either one winning? Would the Lagi try to pull Rahtalos into the water? Would he even get out of there by himself? (I imagine it would look like a bird of prey that crashed in the water, but much bigger. Poor Rathalos might need a hand. xD)

I love how Lagiacrus turns away in an "Eh, I didn't mean to hunt this anyway" manner; like having his snack snatched away from under his nose hurt his pride, but he tries to act unbothered by it. xD

Ah, guys... I always get a little teary-eyed when the MH Tri main theme comes up. The Rathalos flying over the vast plains, the music picking up, and then the view with the hunters standing at the cliff... It really doesn't get better than this. :,)

Arrival in Moga

Ah, it's been ages since I saw that cutscene... It's technically the same as in MH3U, but still it feels so good to be back. I love how you see the villagers just going about their daily lives, the children being excited about the trinkets the Chief's Son brought back from his trip and all that... It evokes such a homey feeling right from the start, and it makes the village community feel that much more like family.

The chief actually mentions the sea people having crests on their skin and looking a little different from normal humans. I remember this from the MH artbook, where it's stated they gave them a different skin tone/markings as well as webbed hands to distinguish them from normal humans. I thought this was just a scrapped concept (since you don't see much of a visual difference in-game), but I had no idea there was in-game dialogue about it. Cool!

"Diversity means prosperity!" That's actually a really wise quote right there. Both the sea people and wyverians are knowledgeable in their own right, but each have different skills. If they unite them, everyone profits. (I think we could learn something from this for our own society.)

I love the Guild Sweetheart from MH Tri/3U. She's legitimately my favorite of all the Guild receptionists in Monster Hunter (at least those I’m familiar with). And she's trying so hard - she's really upset the Guild apparently forgot about them in this backwater village. Hang in there, sweetie!

"The Guild has permission to hunt and do research in the Moga Woods, and in exchange, we help the village with its problems." A fair trade, but I wonder if the Guild might have ulterior motives. Like, what are they doing with the research results? And do they really only permit just as much hunting as the monster population will allow, or is that just a farce? (I always trusted the Guild was true to their word, but after watching a few Monster Hunter lore videos, I'm not so sure. Ah, I was so gullible back then... xD)

The gossipy lady really loves her silly word games. (And so do I. xD)

"The Chief must have really good relationships with the Guild if he got a hunter like you to come to such a small village in the middle of nowhere." Not an unreasonable thought, actually... How did he convince the Guild to send a hunter to Moga if they otherwise completely ignore it? Is he friends with some of the higher-ups?

"For safety reasons, we’ve collected all information about monsters in a so-called "monster list"." Uh-huh... "Safety reasons"... I'm telling you, the Guild is definitely keeping secrets.

Okay, so the item seller really likes hunters. This reminds me, I think there's one single NPC in the entire series who couldn't stand hunters. (I believe it was some guy in Minegarde, though I can't say for sure since I've never been in that city myself.) Is this dude the only one or are there any others who actually dislike hunters?

I love the Outfitter with her "very important" virtual tests. Like yeah, I'm sure that fantasizing about slaying monsters with no first-hand experience will bring you that much closer to finding the "ideal weapon". (I gotta say, I love this kind of humor that Monster Hunter has - it's so dumb, but in a hilarious kind of way. The game knows it's dumb and doesn't take it too seriously, so it almost feels a bit like satire.)

I'm also quite fond of the Fishmongeress. She is warm-hearted and helpful, but also very assertive and knows what she wants. My kind of woman!

I love the dynamic between the two kids; like one is constantly bragging about how smart he is (while actually being really dumb), while the other, shy one is the actual smart one (can confirm this from personal experience xD).

Our local "whizz kid" tells us that the villagers are threshing rice at the windmills in Moga Village. (The ones you can see in the background near the armory and if you walk across the leftmost pier.) That’s probably what the farm is for, though I haven’t seen any paddy fields there.

You know what I find absolutely hilarious? The way the game incorporates gameplay tips. The villagers say stuff like "Okay, so try imagining a "screen", alright?" and "Try imagining a thing called "Wiimote". No kidding, just try it!". They talk about a yellow cursor ("I know: a what?!") like it's the weirdest thing ever, and "saving the game" is treated like some outlandish slang word. Like, the developers were probably aware that to the people in-universe, these explanations would sound entirely nonsensical, and they put in the extra effort to make it funny - I love it.

Also, the UI design in Tri is absolutely gorgeous. I love the "tribal" style the old games had going on. MH World can't hold a candle to this!

I remember there was an old post on the MH Lore Tumblr blog (sadly, it's been defunct for a while now) that in the MH universe, the Felynes are treated like cheap laborers who are always given the shit jobs nobody else wants to do. Considering how they're constantly seen in positions like chamberlain, farm worker etc., I believe there might actually be something to this. It's kind of sad, but these kitties really don't seem to have the best standing in MH society... :(

I love the Felyne-specific language, though. (Like hairstyling being "grooming", "child's play" is "kitten's play" and so on.) It's so endearing.

So, the shy kid tells me there's a cave at the farm, but I shouldn't go inside because the Chief is gonna get really mad if I do. The Head Farmer tells me it contains some kind of ancient weapon. From what I remember from 3U, that "weapon" is a mask for the Shakalaka. (It's funny how every Monster Hunter used to have this "special", sword-in-the-stone kind of weapon.)

Moga Woods (day)

I gotta say, from a gameplay perspective, I think the tutorial for Tri is really well done. It doesn't immediately throw you into a timed quest so you don't feel pressured from the get-go, and it introduces you to all core mechanics bit by bit.

Village Chief: "Can you hear me?" Yes, I can hear you. I'm not sure how you can speak to me since you technically should be back at the village, but I hear you. (Do these villagers have mastered the art of telepathy somehow?)

"My ancestors had a saying: "Wherever you go, there you are."" Wow - I never could've figured this out on my own. Truly, the wisdom of ages.

It's easy to forget, but MH Tri is actually the first Monster Hunter where gathering points are displayed. I remember how distressed I was when playing MH1 and realizing there were no pop-ups to mark gathering spots. (And now that I’m used MH1 and Freedom Unite, I have to get out of my habit of pressing the gathering button at suspicious looking places. xD)

"That's an Aptonoth: a herbivore. Eats... herbs." You don't say, Chief. You don't say.

I remember when I first played Monster Hunter, I felt so bad for killing an Aptonoth. Now, I’ve kinda gotten used to it - still wouldn’t say I feel good about it, though. ^^’

"You're just like me when I was your age! Of course, my stamina bar was way longer." Yeah, sure - just don't forget to toot your own horn.

When finding the Chief's Son: "Sorry we couldn't talk yesterday, though natural disasters are a great conversational topic!" I've said it once, I will say it again: I love Monster Hunter’s humor.

"I'm Juni-- Er, I'm the Chief’s Son." Ohh, do I hear someone having daddy issues?

"Our tent and bocce set were in that destroyed camp." Oh, no - due to the earthquake, the villagers can't play bocce anymore. What a tragedy.

”I’m so hungry, I could eat an Aptonoth.” Well, friend, you’re in luck - I’ve just slaughtered one of these beasties.

Aaand he snatches the meat right up. Okay, dude - have fun grilling. I’ll just go back to the village all on my lonesome, I guess…

And thus, after finding the lost son and completing our first job for McDelivery, we return to the village...

To be continued

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So we all know I love Cyno with Eleazar. I was thinking of a concept where Cyno is a vessel for Hermanubis because he had Eleazar, and (similar to Collei's residue) it was a way to slow its progression. Cyno was chosen because of it. Maybe it was the research that inspired Dottore.

When the priests from The Temple of Silence brought Cyno to the Akademiya, they told Cyrus:

"If you can find a way to manage Hermanubis, he will years years instead of months."

"And if I can't?"

"Then he will die either way."

Cyrus' first course of action was taking Cyno-- small and sickly-- to the Bimarstan, where his Eleazar diagnosis was confirmed. The doctor gives him months, maybe a year, if they're lucky. But if the priests are right, if Cyrus can find a way to help him manage Hermanubis, then it may be enough to prolong his life.

Until then, Cyrus suddenly finds himself caring for a sick, vulnerable child. He sits up with Cyno, reading storybooks he manages to find while Cyno lays silently, unmoving because even breathing hurts. There's medicine and IVs and doctor's appointments. Cyno is often too ill to get out of bed, curled up among the blankets and sheets in feverish pain. Even convincing him to eat is a struggle. As time goes on, his Eleazar does seem to get better, but the power of Hermanubis is crushing him in exchange. Sooner rather than later, one of those will kill him.

Eventually, Cyrus and Cyno find a way to manage Hermanubis-- at least better than Cyno had been doing alone. All of those who know the truth about Cyno's Eleazar and Hermanubis decide that it's something better left hidden. The public doesn't need to know about a potential treatment for Eleazar, especially when it's so dangerous. The sages want to look deeper into Hermanubis and how it's keeping Cyno's Eleazar in check, but Cyrus refuses. He didn't hold Cyno through painful aftershocks and nurse him through fevers only to hand him over to the Akademiya to do with what they will. It becomes a point of great contention, but Cyrus refuses to back down. Cyno is his, and damn anybody who says differently.

Cyno's Eleazar still flares sometimes, and he goes through a few days or weeks of illness before it retreats again. The worst happens when he's a student in the Akademiya. He was stressed and doesn't pay close enough attention to his body. When he starts feeling sick, he just assumes it's regular sickness. The flare hits him all at once, and Cyno lays curled up in bed, unable to move from a mix of pain and fatigue. He misses a day of classes before Kaveh comes looking for him, but he can't make himself get up to answer his door.

Worried, Kaveh goes to Cyrus, who has no problems unlocking Cyno's dorm room. They find him in bed, feverish and ill, and it's a shock to Kaveh to see the grey scales on Cyno's skin.

They get him to the Bimarstan, where Cyno spends days recovering, and Cyrus explains to Kaveh at least a part of what was going on: episodic Eleazar flares kept chiefly in check by the spirit dwelling within him. Kaveh doesn't really know what to think about it, and he can tell there's something more going on, but he doesn't ask. Instead, he spends all his time outside of classes at Cyno's bedside alongside Cyrus.

Afterward, both Cyrus and Kaveh tend to fuss over Cyno. They mutually ensure he's taking his medication, remembering to eat or sleep, and not throwing himself into his studies to the point of illness again. It's something that becomes a little harder after he joins the matra, but they do the best they can to ensure Cyno is taking care of himself.

The next person to find out is Tighnari, years later. They've been together for some time, but Cyno never felt the need to bring it up. His Eleazar is rarely an issue anymore, although he knows it will one day kill him if an injury doesn't do it first. Perhaps, then, it shouldn't have been surprising for Tighnari to find out because of an injury.

Cyno hates doctors, a feeling that was made worse by having such severe Eleazar as a child, so he goes to Tighnari when he's injured (it's better than patching himself up from serious wounds, which he has done but always earns worried fussing from Cyrus or Kaveh). It's one such time that he has a flare while in Tighnari's care. Tighnari takes the discovery that his partner has Eleazar surprisingly well-- mainly because Cyno's well-being comes first. Afterward, when the fever is gone, and the grey scales of Cyno's skin have once again disappeared, he tells Tighnari the truth. In the grand scheme of things, it's one of the less weird problems with Cyno's health-- his metabolism is far more odd. It does mean that he now has Tighnari fussing over his health.

He never tells Collei the truth about his condition. It doesn't seem necessary, and she doesn't need to know the intricacies of his health. She'll be dead long before he will, anyway-- it isn't worth upsetting her over things she can't change.

The flares become more frequent, though. He's good at working through them, but showing up at Cyrus' house feverish and in pain is an increasingly common occurrence. Despite being an adult, when Cyno is sick and hurting, he wants Tighnari or Cyrus.

It's pure luck he's already gone from Sumeru City during the Sabzeruz Festival. Thinking back, nobody wants to know what would have happened if he wasn't. Instead, he's already headed toward the desert by then.

Cyno never expected his Eleazar to be cured. Even if it somehow was, he certainly didn't expect to feel any different since it was suppressed most of the time, but he does. Nahida and the Traveller cure Irminsul, and in doing so, cure Eleazar and the Withering, and for the first time in his memory, it feels like Cyno can breathe. He hadn't realized the ways it affected him even without the worst of its symptoms, but he notices its absence. It's a relief he can't quite put into words, and one he can only share in quiet conversation with Tighnari, Kaveh, and Cyrus.

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