#a least some of this is probably prompted by the fact that I feel weird heart-wise right now

[shalotttower]

A Natural Benefit

Title: A Natural Benefit

Fandom: Death Note

Characters: L Lawliet x Reader (female)

Summary: L wants to try something new, you want to be left alone. So an offer is on the table, it's a mutually beneficial arrangement after all.

Word count: 2100+

Notes: yandere!L, kidnapped Reader, dub-con kissing, manipulation, captivity, L and Reader were together at Wammy's House

"Would you indulge me?"

Your eyes dart up from the page to his face. L looks at you like he always does ─ an intent yet oddly distant stare that used to make goosebumps appear on your arms. Nowadays you're somewhat re-accustomed to his mannerisms. He doesn't blink much, tends to stand behind your back whenever possible, likes to play with his food and enjoys invading your personal space far too much to be deemed socially acceptable.

His habits are strange but harmless.

"No," you say, just to be contrary.

L is fond of making things sound simple, and then — snap! — the trap is shut, and you find yourself doing a completely different activity than initially expected.

"I want to kiss you."

"N-" You blink and lower your book down, not bothering to mark it. "What?"

"Kissing is an act of physical intimacy between individuals," he says like it's an obvious fact and you're merely slow on the uptake. L's expression doesn't change, neutral despite this being anything but a normal conversation starter even by your standards ─ admittedly low.

"Thank you for enlightening me about the definition," you lean back against the cushions, "still no."

"Why not?" He asks after a momentary pause.

"Because I don't want to."

A simple answer to a weird request. You try to resume reading, but there're other things currently occupying your brain ─ namely the attempts to understand what prompted such inquiry.

L never asked for physical contact before; platonic or otherwise. Sure he tried to entice you into spending time with him through bargain and manipulation, and you pretended to be oblivious enough to earn an Oscar for your acting skills. However, there never was any talk of kissing involved. Any kind of touching, actually.

He hums. "Would you like me to explain my reasons?"

Sometimes you think that the sole cause of L's existence is just so he could annoy people for kicks. His questions are always peculiar, and you've learned that every single one of them is designed to lead towards some specific conclusion, preferably the one he wants. You have a feeling that if you say 'yes', L will proceed to list a hundred points about why kissing is good. And then another hundred why kissing him specifically is beneficial.

"No."

He looks at you. You look at him and raise the book higher.

"Indulging me would benefit both of us," L says, undeterred. "You're very curious by nature and I find it quite fascinating that you're able to deny your curiosity in this particular case."

Has a more obvious bait ever existed anywhere in human history? Probably not, and you'll bet your entire life savings on it too.

"I'm not curious," you lie, "now leave me alone. I want to read."

He leans forward. "You haven't focused on the book since I asked my question."

Smartass. You purse your lips and pretend that the characters are suddenly so interesting, that it's hard to look away from the intricacies of the plot unfolding inside this fictional world. At least things there make sense; no need to figure out the hidden meanings behind other people's words, because they are mostly transparent when there's a whole paragraph dedicated to the protagonist's feelings.

He reminds you of those spider-like creatures from documentaries ─ their actions seem random at first glance, yet upon further scrutiny prove to be anything but. Instead, they're meticulously crafted and executed to obtain maximum results.

L studies you for a little while longer, and eventually pads towards the kitchenette. The kettle whistles soon after as he makes himself tea; mint flavored, judging by the aroma wafting through the air.

______________________________________________________

You should have known that he won't give up ─ L is just as persistent as you are stubborn. If anything, you've set a challenge before him, and he tends to fixate on those until they are solved: a fact well-known and accepted among those who ever had a (dis)pleasure of interacting with him.

He doesn't outright ask you again, not the next day or the one after that. No. Accidentally, the only type of movies you're able to watch now are rom-coms or dramas with lots of kissing scenes sprinkled here and there between the banter bordering on cringe; sweet confessions spoken over candlelit dinners; passionate declarations whispered during sunsets... Clichés, amore, and kisses galore.

"I'm not sure this is the best movie for the evening," you say, as the screen flickers with images of two leads gazing into each other's eyes like they found the answers to every single question asked.

"The reviews are quite positive," L replies, munching on caramel popcorn.

"Reviews can be faked. And the trailer was misleading. I thought it was going to be an action movie."

"It is an action movie. The genres are listed right there," he points at the screen, and the words 'romance and action' stare back at you.

You frown and settle deeper into the couch cushions. It's uncomfortable ─ watching romantic scenes with L in the same room. His presence doesn't feel oppressive or demanding, yet you can't shake off the squirmy, twisty feeling. The kind when you enter an elevator with someone else and get slightly agitated for no reason. And so you try to slow down your breathing, but it only makes things worse. Your heart beats faster, palms start sweating and the hypothetical elevator stranger inevitably thinks that you're weird.

L isn't an elevator stranger. He's the owner of the elevator, and the entire building, and the city.

"He's going to die in the next ten minutes," you mutter.

"No, he won't."

"Yes, he will."

L hums. "Want a bet?"

Your eyes narrow.

"If he survives past the fifteen minute mark," L says slowly, "you indulge me."

"And if he doesn't?"

"I leave you alone for two days."

There's no hesitation on his side. None whatsoever, which proves suspicious immediately ─ L never offers something unless certain about the outcome beforehand, whether by logical deduction or calculated gamble. Probability factors run inside his brain instead of blood cells and grey matter, calculating risk vs return ratio quicker than any computer ever could.

You glance at the screen. It's a simple plot. There were a twist or two earlier, sure, but overall nothing extraordinary that would require hours upon hours of critical thinking to unravel.

A man, a woman. A handsome villain who wants them dead, for various reasons. They run and fight, shoot guns, dodge punches, and kiss between those because apparently there's time for romance even when a life is on the line.

It's a very simple plot; and two days are a lot to pretend that L doesn't exist. That you got rich enough to buy this kind of apartment.

"The speakers?"

"Switched off."

"The cameras?"

"Those will stay."

Of course, they will. You wouldn't expect anything less ─ privacy issues are non-existent here in more ways than one.

L isn't always a presence. Sometimes he leaves and you're alone with nothing but books and TV to pass time, but two days sound wonderful regardless. There's something in empty spaces that's enticing, even if they're temporary. L, for all his peculiarities, isn't too bad of a company. He's quiet, and often busy with his own matters. But he also has this way of looking at you that is unnerving. Like you're interesting. Or important. Or simply fascinating.

Sometimes he wants to talk, he wants to listen, he wants to ask questions and give answers until everything blurs into an amalgamation of words. It's exhausting.

Two days sound good. His hand is dry and slender. You grasp it and shake it once.

"I'll start the timer now," L says after your hands separate.

______________________________________________________

Twelve minutes.

Three more and he's dead.

You wish that he'd just kick the bucket already, so you could spend the next forty eight hours in pure, undiluted bliss.

_______________________________________________________

The male lead dies after seventeen minutes.

When the credits roll over, the apartment is silent except for the soft buzzing of electronics. You look at the screen, stubbornly, because you don't want to look at him, the owner of the elevator, and the building, and the city.

"It was close," he comments, as if trying to comfort you, which makes it even more of a sore spot.

That’s what L thrives on ─ technicalities, loopholes, small and seemingly insignificant details which are easily overlooked, yet make a great difference. You're not sure if you're annoyed, or disappointed. And what’s more important ─ at whom.

You have known for years that L tends to get his way eventually whenever there's something specific caught up in that head of his; a fixation which refuses to leave until satisfied, and sometimes even after. Snap. You can get up and head out of the living room, you know you can. Will you though is another question entirely.

L isn't a typical captor ─ he doesn't demand or force you into things. He simply presents a possibility and waits. Not aggressive or domineering, not sadistic. But oh he is a PhD of holding a grudge. Leaving now probably means waking up tomorrow and finding that every single disk has vanished without a trace, along with the bookshelves being switched for some obscure scientific texts on chemistry, physics and other things that require an advanced degree to fully understand.

Because someone decided that you don’t deserve entertainment anymore. Because someone is petty enough to deprive you of basic mental stimuli, and is stubborn enough to hold onto that decision even when reasoned with. Unsuccessfully.

It's a talent really, this particular brand of making your life miserable in many small ways, so they accumulate into something greater over time until you feel like the walls are closing in slowly but surely.

You can't back out, even though no one openly stops you from doing so. And L knows that. And he knows that you know. His lips twitch and curl upward before flattening again into neutral territory.

There's a theory that if you pull a band-aid fast enough, it won't hurt as much. The credibility behind it is questionable.

You exhale and meet L's gaze ─ his posture hasn't changed from the beginning to the end of the film, knees tucked to his chest, eyes two dark pools that stare without blinking. His fingers drum a steady rhythm, and that's probably the only sign that gives it away.

Anticipation.

"Fine," you say finally.

His mouth opens before closing back again. L doesn't move a bit.

He wants you to do it, you realize. Wants you to initiate instead of just allowing it. What an ass.

You squish his cheeks between your palms until his lips pucker outwards. L makes a soft noise of surprise but doesn't try to fight back.

Black lashes cast a shadow across his skin. There's no perfume or cologne, no distinct smell ─ he uses plain soap and shampoo which don't have a discernible aroma.

"I believe I was promised an indulgence," L says, voice muffled a bit by your hands on his face.

He looks like a fish this way. A silly, ridiculous image that would make you snort if not for the situation at hand.

Band-aids and ripping them off.

You sigh, lean forward, and press your mouth to his.

He tastes like caramel popcorn.

Mint tea.

Indulgence.

The angle is awkward, and L doesn't move an inch to accommodate the position. He stays still like a block of solid rock, not a single muscle twitches, and doesn't even attempt to reciprocate. You have half a mind to think that maybe he's mocking you, but then his fingers lightly curl on the fabric of his jeans. L's eyelids flutter half-closed when your noses bump, then open again right after. Another oddity added to the pile.

It lasts no longer than ten seconds before you pull away. L blinks. Touches his lower lip with the tip of a finger and rubs it like searching for traces left by the contact.

"You were promised an indulgence," you remind him, trying to sound calm, collected, but your ears and neck feel hot, "not a make-out session."

Technicalities and loopholes.

L has that look you can't quite pinpoint yet know far too well. You've seen it many times before. When he thinks about something but keeps it to himself for now.

"You look more lively," he remarks eventually. "Healthy complexion suits you."

You don't need to hear what he says next, because the words already ring through your head.

"I told you it would benefit us both."

#shalott fanfiction #shalott imagine #yandere #death note #yandere l lawliet #yandere l lawliet x reader #yandere l x reader

[junesilk]

HIII omg ive been looking for a hxh blog for a WHILE there’s barely any that’s very active😭😭okok so since i’m a kurapika simp could you write headcanons and IF YOU WANTT, a mini scenario of jealous kurapika? hmm if you want an idea it could be smth like the reader has a guy bsf and kura got jealous from the lack of attention :(( THANK YOUU!

JEALOUS, JEALOUS BOY!

hxh main 4 x fem!reader

characters included: kurapika, leorio, killua, gon

i absolutely will, i have always loved jealousy prompts!! i’ve got several of these asks so far, so i’ll just kill multiple birds with one stone and go ahead and put them all together into a list of headcanons

not beta read ☝️

kurapika—

WHEN HE’S JEALOUS…

He’d be quiet in the moment, withdrawing himself from the conversation while staying by your side.

You most likely wouldn’t notice it right away because he is naturally a quiet person—

The most he would do is send a glare at the man taking all of your attention away, but other than that he’d avoid conflict.

As soon as you two were alone in a private setting, he would be much more clingy than usual

Which, in of itself would be unusual, as he’s not the type to be so physically attatched.

Perhaps it was his more possessive side coming out to play, but it certainly was new.

WHEN YOU’RE JEALOUS…

He’d know. Out of all of the main four, he’d pick it up fastest.

If the conversation wasn’t important, he’d find a way to end it quickly, to save you the jealousy.

If it is, he probably wouldn’t speed through it quite as much, but he’d place his hand on the small of your back,

His little way of assuring you he’s all yours.

He’d bring it up once you were alone, assuring you that he only had eyes for you.

leorio—

WHEN HE’S JEALOUS…

You’d feel his hand slide around your waist, looking up to see him staring at the other person

It was weird, you’d never seen him like… this!

If he was actively speaking in the conversation, every sentence referring to you would include some form of a pet name.

You could’ve sworn he said the words honey & babe at LEAST seven times

Once at home, he’d remind you who you loved most, pressing kisses to your flushed face.

WHEN YOU’RE JEALOUS…

Oh boy.

He’d be so proud, honestly. You loved him enough to be jealous? Heart melted.

You’d take his hand, tightly pressing your palms together and squeezing.

It’d take him a while to realize you’d been giving the other girl nasty looks for a few minutes, but once he did, he chuckled.

He’d make an excuse, wave goodbye to the poor girl, and then turn his attention to you.

“Woah, babe. If looks could kill..” He’d joke about it for a while, but in the end, he’d assure you there’s nobody he loves more.

killua—

WHEN HE’S JEALOUS…

He’d be extremely mean. Not to you, but to the man you were speaking to.

Killua is naturally really sarcastic, but he takes it to a whole other level.

Scoffing whenever the man made a joke, crossing his arms and looking away when you laugh.

He might use his assassin lineage to scare the other man away, but it’s rare he would need it.

He’s scary enough.

After freaking out the other man to the point where he’d left, he’d flick your forehead and roll his eyes. “That guy was looking at you weird!”

WHEN YOU’RE JEALOUS…

You wouldn’t know that he knew.

Not until the day afterwards, when there’s a chocolate robot laying beside your head when you wake up.

It’s his way for apologizing, or just letting you know that he did, in fact, know you were jealous

When asked, he’d shrug it off.

gon—

WHEN HE’S JEALOUS…

Gon’s not the type of person to get jealous.

He simply just doesn’t. It’s not because he doesn’t care for you or anything.

It’s because he’s too busy becoming friends with the new person!

Sure, he may pout if he’s not very interested in the conversation being held, but that’s the most he’d do.

WHEN YOU’RE JEALOUS…

We’ve all seen the movie.

Gon is oblivious, and remains to be that way unless you flat out tell him.

Feels bad for not realizing it earlier, but once told he tries his best to make it up to you.

He’d take you out on a date the next day, perhaps a picnic or something out in nature.

You can’t stay mad at him. After all, he just doesn’t pick up on these kinds of things very fast.

i hate how this got progressively shorter…… but wtv!!!

#kurapika x reader #leorio x reader #killua x reader #gon x reader #hxh x reader #hunter x hunter x reader #junesilk

[macabr3-barbi3]

DoubleTrouble No 1 🖤❤️

Myself and the delightful and talented @fraugwinska have been working on something tasty and present to you: a DoubleTrouble fic!

A single prompt from my Ao3, shared between two writers, one POV each ❤️

I tackled the reader's perspective, and you can find one from Alastor's POV right here! So many thanks for FrauGwinska for being an absolute superstar and working with me through this new and exciting experience <3

We hope you enjoy!

Tags: period sex, cunnilingus, mentions of blood (obviously), rough sex <3

Minors DNI🔞

The Blood is Rare 🩸

The fact that you still had a period in Hell was bullshit, but you suppose they needed to give people something to be miserable about. That was probably why people ended up in the situation you were in now, seated across from Alastor with a deal on the tip of your tongue; sheer desperation, because somehow the cramps were even worse than they had been on Earth and the only thing that helped was a good old fashioned orgasm. If it were anyone else you wouldn’t even consider asking- a lot of demons, except the really-weird-even-for-Hell ones, were still squeamish about blood being involved with any kind of orgasm.

If you were right though. Alastor would relish the opportunity you were about to present to him.

Fresh to the hotel just a few days after your last Hellish period, Alastor had startled you in the kitchen with a knife in your hand. The resulting jump had caused the blade to slip, gash in your thumb bleeding steadily over the apples that you had planned to fry up. Rather than allowing you to fetch a bandage, Alastor had chuckled, said “no need, dear,” and popped your thumb into his mouth. It was probably some ploy of his- strike fear into the hearts of new residents, give them a reminder that he was a cannibal and that he wouldn’t hesitate to eat them if they stepped out of line or caused any issues.

It backfired on him. At the taste of your blood his eyes grew black, staggering away from you with the shock of it, antlers extending so quickly they smashed the glass front of a nearby cabinet and he ended up trapped between the wooden dividers.

“More,” he had snarled, but his antlers stuck in the cabinet had been enough of a delay for you to make an escape. 

He apologized, of course, a couple days later, explained his nature as a cannibal, a predator, had reacted before his mind, and that such a thing would not happen again. He had ended the awkward conversation with a statement of, “should you feel the desire to spare some of that tasty treat in your veins, do be a dear and let me know!”

And, well. Here you were. Letting him know. Ready to make a deal with one of the most powerful Overlords in Hell to get a little relief from the torture chamber that was your body in ovulation, even when there was nothing to fucking ovulate.

Alastor was tense when he phased into the hotel conference room to meet you as you had asked. His spine is stiff when he settles into the chair across from you, not having been alone in a space since that time in the kitchen. “What is it that I can help you with, my dear?”

“I want to clarify something- do you want to like, eat me?”

“Oh!” Alastor’s eyes widen with his smile. “I wouldn’t have been so blunt about it, darling, but if you’re asking- yes. That little taste that I had a few weeks ago was… inadequate, to say the least. But naturally staying here at the Hotel, Charlie would have been terribly upset had I consumed you.” He flicks his gaze over your form. “Why do you ask? Surely you don’t mean to let me indulge.”

A deep breath as you brace yourself. “Hah, not exactly. But uh, I do have a proposition of sorts for you. In regards to that. Kind of.”

He fades out of sight, rematerializing a couple seats closer to you. “Color me intrigued! What do you have in mind?”

You almost call the whole thing off- then a monster bolt of pain rips through your abdomen, nearly forcing you to double over the table with the ache of it. Any thought of embarrassment or hesitation flies from your head. Alastor is the only one that would be willing to help you in this way, you’re sure of it.

The groan of pain escapes you before you can stop it, and his eyebrows raise. “I have a deal to offer you that would allow you to- um. Sample my blood, if you’re amenable. Once a month.”

His head cocks to the side before his expression clears and he understands what you’re implying. “You’re referring to menstruation?” You nod, face red. “I see. Please provide me with more details of what this proposal would entail on my end then.” His claws are digging into the table, wood splintering beneath them and betraying his interest before even hearing what he would have to do.

“Right. I don’t know if you’re aware or not but periods can be crazy painful. Just on Earth too, but down here they’re basically unbearable when the cramps get bad. One thing that can help is having an orgasm.” You’re trying to resist the urge to hide in some way. You know this is what needs to be done. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, of course- just, you know. Uh, collecting on your benefit would probably do the trick.”

His eyes narrow. “I see. That is the… service I’m to provide, then?” A nod, flushed face dropped into your hands. “Well, I suppose I will simply have to endeavor to do my best! I’m never one to turn down a challenge- certainly not when the payoff is so enticing.” His eyes go dark, not quite black yet but the air between you changes, antlers going long and jagged. “I’m open to your proposal.”

“I need terms,” you breathe out, pleased that he’s still willing to help with the sexual nature of your request. “I need- just, something confirming that you won’t actually eat me for real. The blood is all that I’m willing to part with- no flesh.”

He sighs, eyes rolling. “Less exciting,” he says with a wave of his hand, “but not a dealbreaker. Anything else?”

“Only once a month- during this time. You can’t just be making me bleed whenever you want.”

“Done.” He’s in the chair next to you then, eyes black, grin so wide it threatens to split his face open, clawed hand held in your direction. “Do we have a deal?”

You take his hand in yours, green light filling the space between you and a screeching feedback sound assaulting your ears. When it fades Alastor is watching with hooded eyes. “Would you like to begin now?”

“Oh God. Uh, if now is a good time for you I guess. If you want to do it now.”

He laughs low and dangerous, his tall frame rising from the chair to tower over you. “Darling, I’ve wanted some semblance of what you’ve proposed for weeks. I’m not a man that makes a habit of denying himself a treat when it’s offered to him so sweetly.”

Your hand is still in his, and there’s a strange pull behind your navel as Alastor yanks you into the shadows with him, rematerializing in his bedroom. “Feel free to sit on the bed,” he offers, gesturing to the mattress and manifesting a large dark towel. “Or lie back- however will be more comfortable for you.” 

He releases your hand once you’ve sat, and you stay upright as Alastor sinks to his knees in front of you, fingers coming to the top of your skirt and pulling everything down in one fell swoop, his expression darkening at the scent of you exposed before him before ducking his head. You can’t see what he sees with how close he has already come to your skin, his enlarged antlers blocking your vision, the muscles of his back flexing with the force of his inhale as he breathes you in. A jolt of pain hits you again, deep in your core, and your whimper at the feeling has him bringing his eyes back to your face.

His eyes are hooded and dangerous, feral smile on his face while your fingers dig into the bedsheets. “Feel free to hold on, dear,” he says with a gesture to his antlers, before dipping his head to your bare cunt and slicking his tongue between your folds, angling his head just so to slip into your heat.

You can almost forget that Alastor is only doing this to satisfy some carnal desire of his with the fervent way that he pushes his mouth against you, slick muscle delving deep into you and brushing his nose against the firm nub of your clit. There’s a reverberating rumble as he moans at the taste, clawed fingers coming up to grip at your thighs, spreading them wider so he can get even closer to the source of his obsession. You can feel where he flicks his tongue inside you, brushing against that sweet bundle of nerves with every strong push and pull. The pleasure curls in your gut, keeping the worst of the cramps at bay while your body tenses and releases in rhythm with the demon’s ministrations. Every so often he pulls out, brings what he’s collected back into the haven of his mouth and savors it, eyes closed and his throat rumbling with a satisfied groan.

“You’ve no idea,” he growls, “how I’ve thought of tasting you. Consuming you.” The sharp points of his teeth brush against your clit and your body jolts, hands finally flying up from the bed to clutch at his antlers, grip tight on the tines of them as he looks up at you. 

The look on his face is nearly your undoing- more animal than man, and his claws dig into your flesh, tiny pinpricks of pain dragging you forcibly back to the moment. Your orgasm is just out of reach, not enough focus where you need him but you don’t want him to feel uncomfortable if you ask him for more.

“Fucking divine,” he whispers against you, and when his tongue brushes your sensitive clit with the words you shudder, the motion drawing his gaze to your face, flushed and hot. He smiles wide, expression smug as he leans in and does it purposely this time, licking up your folds and finally focusing where you need him to be. He circles it with purpose, pressure so sweet and sadistic, a light suck making you cry out his name and fist your hands on his antlers.

“Fuck! Alastor, yes, there- oh god, please, more…” He tenses under your hands and you worry for a moment that you’ve done something wrong. Then he’d sliding his hands under your thighs and dragging you closer to the edge of the bed, draping your legs over his shoulders.

“Say it again,” he murmurs, the vibrations of his voice sending heat flooding through you, overriding the painful ache of a cramp that tries to make itself known.

“Alastor,” you moan, and his tongue resumes its residence in the tight grip of your cunt, a hand coming up to brush a clawed finger over your clit. He works you quickly, his efforts paying off as your body tenses, invisible string inside you drawing tight and snapping with a force you’ve never felt before. “Alastor- A-” You try to say his name again, hear it come out as as a choked off whimper and a near scream as you reach orgasm, legs tightening on his shoulders and pulling him as closer, your walls clenching down on the length of his tongue before be pulls back and licks you through the remainder of it.

You release your grip on his antlers and fall back against the mattress, eyes closed while Alastor removes his face from between your legs, licking along the tiny pinpricks of blood from his claws before you shoot him a halfhearted glare. 

Your abdomen is blissfully absent of any clenching of your internal organs seeking revenge. Sated, you sit up from the mattress to see Alastor still knelt before you, faint lines of dried blood- your dried blood, your brain supplies- around his mouth. He looks like a predator fresh from his kill of the night, antlers jagged and long, eyes still dark and frantic as he looks at you.

“Was that sufficient, darling?”

“God, yes, it was perfect. I- I really appreciate your help.”

“Hmm. Of course. Though I must admit, only part of my… appetite for you has been appeased.” He rises from the floor, knees perched on either side of your thighs now and leaning in. You can smell something metallic on him as he approaches, know that it's your own blood as he stares down into your eyes hovered over you.

“Oh?” You become aware of a hard length pressing into your thigh. “Oh! I didn’t think that was something you would be interested in.”

He shrugs, rolling his hips and hissing at the friction. “Nor did I, dear. That does seem to be a theme with you, though- having a taste and finding that I crave more against my better judgment, against all reason.” He places a hand on your hip and runs his claws along the bare skin. “Would you allow me to help ease your pain once more?”

“God, yes,” you breathe out, “please, Alastor.” He takes a moment to undress, trousers removed along with his boxers before he climbs back over you and presses against the still slick folds of your cunt. He pushes in, hot and hard length opening you up and settling deep inside of you with a harsh exhale of breath against your neck. “Fuck, it’s so good.”

Alastor growls, the sound reverberating through his chest as he thrusts into you. A pulse of arousal shoots through you, the thought of bringing such a well spoken man to his baser instincts, so thoroughly invested in you that he can do little more than snarl like an animal into your skin, pushing you ever closer to the edge again. You’re already soft and sensitive from your first release, the cresting wave of a second hustling towards you. 

He buries his face in the crook of your neck, sharp teeth nipping at the tendon he finds there and moaning. “I could devour you,” he whispers, and you feel yourself clench down on him at the broken crack in his voice.  He drags his tongue up the length of your neck, hesitates like he’s trying to savor it. “I could feast on you for centuries and never tire of the taste of your flesh, whether coated in blood or sweat.”

A whimper escapes you as he sucks on the skin of your shoulder, leaving a trail of harsh bruises along the path he takes. A hand comes up to twist into his hair, something to ground yourself, to draw this out as long as possible. Your other hand digs into the flesh of his arm pinning you to the mattress. “Fuck, more, please,” you beg him, and he pulls back from your neck to watch your face twist and contort in pleasure while he slams against the sweet spot inside of you.

“Say my name,” he demands, fingers on your hip digging bruises into the soft skin, his other hand tangled in the bedsheets, tearing them to shreds to avoid sinking his claws into you. “Say it. Tell me what you need.”

“Oh God, Alastor-” You angle your hips, the movement bringing him even deeper into your body, the length of him so sweet and sinfully delicious that a whine escapes your throat before you can think to stop it. “I need- I don’t know, Al, I can’t-”

“You must,” he commands, and he lets go of your hip to slip his hand between your bodies, fingers pressing against the taut skin of your opening where your bodies are joined. The stimulation is foreign and new and has your walls tensing and releasing rhythmically around him, release so close now that you were seeing stars behind your clenched eyes.

“Look at me.” Your lids fly open to meet the sight of Alastor above you, his face contorted in something like pain. “You must,” he says again, fucking into you with vigor now, sweat beading on his forehead. “I need it around me, I have to feel it. Please, darling, give it to me-”

Fuck. How could you deny him when he asked so sweetly? Not that you had any control over it- your body breaks beneath him, cunt wrapped around him like the softest of silk and tightening its grip. Your limbs seem to go numb for a moment, pleasure warping your reality for a few blissful moments, your vision focusing in a tunnel on Alastor’s face before it vanishes, burying once again in the space between your shoulder and neck.

With a final cry of his name he sinks his teeth into you, not tearing back as one might expect but content to simply let them rest there as he spills into you with a broken moan, hips bucking hard and fierce and then easing into something softer as your walls pull and push, wringing every drop from him.

A breath of silence as you both catch your breath, interrupted by a hiss of faint pain as Alastor pulls his teeth from you and licks at the wound he’s created like a satisfied cat. “You promised you wouldn’t try to eat me for real,” you mutter, voice soft from the strength of your cries.

Alastor hums against you, tongue still moving against you. “Hardly my fault.” He’s mouthing greedily at your skin, claws traipsing on the flesh of your hips and roaming wherever he can reach. “You’re delicious,” he groans, taking one final taste of your blood before pulling back and collapsing next to you, “a delicacy. How am I meant to live without this at every moment of the day? I think I shall starve.”

You huff out a laugh, stretching your muscles as well as you can without really moving. “Don’t be dramatic. You get it once a month, at least.” You roll onto your side, ignore the feeling of something slick and wet between your thighs and focus on the fact that your body is limp and pliant and not seeking revenge on you. 

“You raise a valid point, my dear.” He throws you a sideways look, his antlers now having returned to their normal size and his ears relaxed against his skull. “Though I’m not at all opposed to repeating this aspect of the experience outside of your… monthly allowance to me. Deals always have room for negotiation, do they not?”

“Let’s get through this one first and then we’ll talk.” You yawn and try to rise from the bed, but an arm from the demon beside you is thrown haphazardly over your waist, pinning you in place.

“Stay,” he says, his eyes lidded and peeking at you. “There’s more to come yet, right? May as well stay where we can easily access one another for the duration.” His crimson eyes close the rest of the way and you settle back into the mattress, allowing your body to relax and slip into a peaceful sleep beside him.

#hazbin hotel #ao3 writer #ao3 fanfic #alastor #alastor x reader #alastor the radio demon #x reader #hazbin hotel fanfiction #alastor smut #hazbin hotel x reader #bloodlust <3 #title by Hozier

[minty364]

DPXDC Prompt #142 Part 2

His parents had spent years working on their portal, to the point where they were neglecting their own children. Danny didn’t know any better, neither did Jazz. To them it was just how their family ran and for the most part it worked for them. It allowed Danny to really study space and the Stars. His room was covered with different ship models on the shelves, glow in the dark stars on the ceiling and posters on the walls.

Jazz had similarly explored her own thoughts and topics as she studied Psychology. Her room was more feminine but still had a certain scientific decorum to it.  

He never thought that he’d suddenly be ripped from all the things he loved. But here he was with the trench coat man, instead of taking some biology class or something.

“What happened with the portal?” Danny asked.

The man took a long sigh, “listen… quite a lot of shit went down after your accident.” 

“That tells me nothing,” Danny glared at the man.

“I get your upset kid, but let me at least know your name. Mine's John Constantine,” 

“…Danny,” Danny muttered after a moment. He wasn’t sure he trusted the man but he guessed he had no choice. He was also noticing he felt a bit off, it was the weirdest gut feeling and Danny was having trouble telling exactly what the feeling was. It was like the feeling was telling him to trust John, although at the same time John had this weird feeling about him that had Danny feeling weary. He decided to trust John just a little, hopefully it got him back home, after a moment Danny spoke again, “…Can you at least tell me if the portal worked?”

The room was silent for a moment and then John spoke “Alright, fine, I’ll tell you what happened but some background first, do you know who the ancients are?” 

The name didn’t sound familiar, “Ancients? Like Ancient Aliens or something?” 

“No, no…” John took a swig from a flask in his pocket and then started fiddled with an unlit cigarette he pulled from a different pocket. He then looked Danny up and down, “You don’t know the first thing about the infinite realms do you?”

“The what?” None of this was making any sense and the more Danny talked to this guy the more he was getting a feeling of dread in the pit of his stomach. Something about this conversation felt wrong, like Danny should know all of this already but he just didn’t. 

“Right well… I guess the easiest way to explain this is the portal your parents made was to the infinite realms.” John said, putting the cigarette in his mouth.

“My parents called it the Ghost Zone.” Danny muttered.

John seemed to chuckle at that, “I mean it is mainly inhabited by ghosts, however they aren’t the only ones, far from it in fact. I’m sorry but… I couldn’t allow your parents unlimited access to the realms. I had to disable it and prevent it from being reactivated.”

Danny felt a little disheartened after hearing that, he guessed John was probably right though. He remembered hearing his parents talk about how they’d dissect every ghost they found to study them. The bully’s at his school often bullied Danny over it especially after his dad and mom would continually embarrass him on parent teacher nights and on field trips.

Danny let out a small sigh, “so when can I go home?”

John looked a little surprised, his eyebrow quirked up, “so you're unaware of your situation right now?”

“Situation?” Danny trailed off, he remembered getting shocked and then he remembered waking up here, “where are we?”

John let out another sigh, “shit, well from my research you're supposed to know everything about your powers when you wake up.”

This made no sense to Danny, powers? Danny didn’t have powers, he didn't have the meta-gene.

“Powers? I don’t have the meta-gene. I think you have the wrong person.” Danny stated as he folded his arms in front of himself.

“Then how are you floating?” John asked with a smirk.

Danny looked down and he indeed was floating just an inch off the bed, he wondered when that started but the feeling threw him off a little as he stumbled a little trying to keep himself upright. It didn’t work and he fell back down on the bed with a little thud. He turned to see John watching him with a small hint of amusement in his eyes. 

“What am I?” Danny asked, his voice small and a little panicked.

“You, Danny Fenton, are an Ancient. I know the term makes it seem like you're old but the term is more because your people are ancient in age.” The explanation made no sense to Danny but he could somehow float now. He thought the term ‘Ancient’ was a little much for some floating powers.

#dp x dc prompt #dp x dc #dc x dp #danny fenton #danny phantom #writing prompt #poor danny #Constantine is probably a little OOC #If anyone wants to give me tips on his personality and mannerisms that might help #I’m not ashamed of admitting I’m new to DC Comics #Is the Constantine show any good? #Power creep for Danny #Lol little float now but he’ll be able to do much more in the future #Yes his powers will act up and it will be hilarious #The trade off is I definitely know a lot about DP #John Constantine #I’ve been playing Persona 3 Reload lately #I’ve also been playing Dragon Quest Builders 2 since Akira Toriyama passed #my asks are open #all my prompts are free to use #I promise I’ll clean up the Master Post sometime tonight #Sorry if I rambled a bit I’ll be honest I’ve been a bit stressed lately LMAO

[4ce-of-2pades]

Imagine a Heroes of Olympus AU where, due to the empathy link, Hera can’t snatch Percy and wipe his memories without also messing with Grover’s mind. (That or she’s just worried Grover would use the link to find Percy before the time is right, so she gets him out of the picture too.) Maybe she sends both of them to the Wolf House together, but more likely she doesn’t think Grover is very important and just drops him in the wilderness somewhere.

So Percy’s following Lupa’s instructions and heading to Camp Jupiter, fighting every single monster within a five mile radius along the way, and the whole time he’s got this feeling like he’s getting close to something. He assumes it means he’s getting close to camp, but meanwhile Grover has been traveling towards him, following that same unidentified feeling like a compass, as the only lead he has to go on with no memory. After like a full week(?) of fighting weird monsters that want to kill him, Percy encounters some guy with horns and goat legs and probably attempts to slay him on sight to get things over with. Grover of course yells “I surrender! Don’t kill me!” and they get to talking. Percy is mildly suspicious, but takes Grover’s word that not all animal hybrid creatures are out for his blood. So they set off for Camp Jupiter together.

When they get there, none of the Romans are too happy to welcome another “good for nothing” faun onto their territory, but Juno gave Percy her endorsement, and Percy gave Grover his endorsement, so if the Romans want to follow Juno’s instructions and make sure the son of Neptune sticks around, they’ve got to let the faun tag along. Grover is uncomfortable with being so utterly disliked on first sight by so many people—and he can read emotions, so the message is coming through loud and clear. Before he encounters the fauns of Camp Jupiter, he probably just assumes he’s a random monster on par with the gorgons, and that’s why he’s so hated. Monster or no, though, Percy is already unwaveringly loyal towards his new friend. Grover is the first person he’s met who hasn’t wanted anything from him but his companionship. No harsh training to survive, no fighting to the death. Just traveling and talking and making stupid jokes together to make everything seem less scary. The way they clicked, it was as if they had been friends for far longer than a few days. In fact, Percy can practically feel Grover’s fear and shame at the Romans’ reactions as if they were his own emotions, and it only makes him more defensive of his friend.

Eventually Grover and Percy encounter Don the Faun, prompting Hazel to explain that fauns, collectively, aren’t much more than beggars, thieves, and freeloaders. Of course, she probably phrases it just a smidge more tactfully, given that Grover is, y’know, standing right there. He now understands the dismissive way he’s been treated. A faun welcomed right into camp and given the “New Legionnaire” tour alongside Juno’s chosen hero. What a joke. He almost wishes he really was a monster instead. Evil or no, at least monsters are powerful and impressive, not… useless. He sees what Don is like, what all fauns are like, apparently, and he feels ashamed of himself. Percy tries to cheer him up, tries to remind him that the Lares keep calling him a Greek. An enemy. Nevermind how Neptune and his children are apparently barely respected here. If Percy and Grover are outcasts at Camp Jupiter, then they’ll be outcasts together.

That makes Grover feel a little bit better. But not much.

Grover certainly doesn’t want to seek out the other fauns. Even if it is off-putting that no one cares they’re all basically homeless, Grover still finds those that he’s met to be unfocused and irritating. He feels different from them. Grover sticks close to Percy, because Percy is pretty much the only person in the Legion who acknowledges his existence. Grover is not invited to join the Legion with Percy. Not that he particularly wants to sign up for ten years of army, but at least it would have given him a place to belong. Grover also isn’t invited to join the War Games, but no one stops him from coming either. They don’t seem to think he’d make a difference one way or the other, so if he wants to go charging in to his death, why stop him? Hazel and Frank have interacted with Grover enough, by way of interacting with Percy, to know that he’s at least a little different from other fauns, so they don’t mind having his help. And besides, the Fifth Cohort knows what it’s like to be the underdogs. How much worse could one faun make things?

When the Fifth Cohort takes the War Games by storm, and Hazel, Frank, and Percy prove their abilities, Grover is right there alongside them, using nature magic as a crucial part of their plan. Through this shared victory, Hazel and Frank and the rest of the Fifth gain respect for Grover as an individual, and the rest of the Legion at least has to notice that he’s there.

When it comes time for the quest, of course Percy wants Grover to come with him and Frank and Hazel, even if three is the usual quest limit. (I don’t remember if it is with Romans.) Whether three is the limit or not, though, the Romans aren’t too keen on letting a faun join a quest. Best case scenario, they think, Grover wouldn’t take it seriously, and would run away at the nearest sign of trouble. A waste of a choice for a companion. Fauns aren’t heroes. They’re just nuisances. Percy is clearly angry and about to argue, but Grover stops him, instead speaking calmly for himself, and putting to use his skill for convincing people of things. (You’d think he could charmspeak, honestly.) Grover swallows his pride and recommends himself as more of an assistant than an actual member of the quest. Someone to carry the equipment, set up camp, get groceries now and then, etc. A servant, practically, for the real heroes.

“You know you’re not getting paid for this,” Reyna points out.

Grover has to bite his tongue to keep his temper. “Yes. I know.”

In the end, Grover is allowed to join Percy and the others on the principle that, again, his presence shouldn’t make that much of a difference one way or the other. And besides, if he’s not technically part of the quest or the Legion, they can’t stop him from happening to travel to the exact same places at the exact same time, can they? If the questers don’t have an issue with it, then sure. Let the faun go on a quest.

Grover is laughed out of the Senate House. He tries not to get too upset. He got what he wanted, after all. But at the cost of humiliation.

Percy asks Grover why he would even want to come on a dangerous quest when he doesn’t have to, especially when the Romans made it as hard as they did for him to be allowed. Grover says he wanted to help Percy because they’re friends, and because Percy is the only person who’s ever stuck up for him.

Percy says, “I appreciate that, but we’ve only been friends for the better part of a week. Is this really worth the risk, for someone you barely know?”

“Even if it wasn’t,” Grover replies, “I can’t stay here. I won’t stay somewhere I’m hated. I’d rather be out there with you, doing something useful, than get treated like I’m worthless.

“Besides,” he says, “I’m sick of people telling me what I can’t do.”

#percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #heroes of olympus #the son of neptune #pjo grover #grover underwood #pjo au

[oldworldghost]

How do you think P would react over finding out Reader likes to sing? Is a duet incoming in the walls of Hotel Krat?

P with a lover who's a singer! ☆

↳ Anon this is adorable! I'm tempted to write a fic about something along these lines at a different time, but for now have some hcs :]

➸ Pinocchio finds out you sing on one of his return trips to the hotel. His attention is first grabbed by the sound of the piano, its' notes greeting him upon his entrance, and being the artistically inclined man that P is, he naturally follows it. His attention is secondly grabbed by the faint sound of a voice, half hidden by the keys and only to be properly made out that's yours when he's standing in the doorway of the library. He makes eye contact with Antonia, who sends him a smile before turning back to you, who either hasn't noticed that he's there or simply doesn't care. He supposes it to be the former, too engrossed in what you're doing to pay attention to the outside world.

➸ He, very quickly, ends up the same. Dead glass eyes watch intently as your hands glide over the keys, something akin to life sparking in them as he listens to your voice dance with the music. Pinocchios' initial reaction is that you sound beautiful, look beautiful. Though it would be more accurate, I suppose, to say that he thinks you both look and sound incredibly human. P has never heard anyone sing outside of Vinyls, at least not for long, so being able to not only listen in person but watch as you engage in the act of something as human as music has his gears speeding up. Something in them has changed, he's sure of it.

➸ It should come as no surprise to say that Pinocchio is immensely curious about [and attracted to, in your case] things he perceives as human. This is partially due to the fact that he sees them as a goal, something to work towards and obtain, a barrier to be broken between himself and humanity as a whole. And of course this extends to music and is one of the reasons his vinyl collection is ever growing, why he always finds himself returning to the piano. It is a little hard to tell whether Ps' appreciation of art is something inherent to him or if it merely exists because he thinks it has to. In all honesty it's probably both.

➸ Now, to grow less introspective about it all, Pinocchio also just really loves listening to you sing because it's, well, you. He is undoubtably your number one fan, though he's subtle about it. Gemini is the hype man, much to the embarrassment of P and the amusement of Everyone Else. Honestly it's not even really embarrassment on Ps' part, more of an annoyed "wow I wish you would shut the fuck up!" because Gemini has the talent of being able to bring you into every conversation and you being a singer just adds more fuel to a fire that really does not need it [Pinocchio would one hundred percent do the same though if he was more, you know, talkative].

➸ One of Pinocchios' main love languages is quality time, and honestly you being a singer is perfect for that. Most of his time at the hotel is spent just sitting and listening and watching. Something about your voice makes him feel safe, as weird as that may sound. Maybe it's the affection in it when you sing for him alone, or just how intimate the atmosphere ends up being. He's not even sure if he's capable of feeling comfort, but he wouldn't change whatever's in his chest for the world.

➸ In regards to duets, I think Pinocchio would actually be rather open to the idea. Now, contrary to popular belief he can in fact speak, though he seldom ever does it without prompting. He doesn't really see the point in it if we're being honest, yes speaking is human but his voice is so flat and honestly he just doesn't have a lot to say about things. So it's fairly safe to say P has never sung before, hell he's not even sure if his voicebox can function like that, but nonetheless when you bring up the idea of a duet he's not only willing but somewhat eager about the whole thing. There's really no rhyme or reason for it either, Pinocchio just likes the idea of doing something human with someone who makes it easy to forget he's a puppet.

➸ Now Pinocchios' singing voice is actually rather nice! Though it is, of course, undeniably mechanical. There's something off about it, at times sounding like a crude mimicry of a human, a constant stiffness and roughness to it. It falls into a sort of uncanny valley, however there is also something undeniably endearing about it, something human about how much you can tell he wants to express anything in it. As for sound outside of puppetry, Ps' voice is fairly deep but retains a certain gentleness to it, a smoothness that contradicts the stiffness in a really lovely way. And yes, Pinocchio has a sense of rhythm.

➸ Pinocchio has a strong preference for keeping your duets private. The best way to do that, in his opinion, is when you're both out in the gardens dancing together. Under the stars while everyone else is inside, chest against chest and voices in sync, the gentle twirls and turns as you both slip into your own little world. If you couldn't tell how much he values your duets before, you certainly can now. Kiss him after the song is done, won't you?

#Anyway this post strayed a little from the prompt because I am a chronic yapper I am so sorry #I am also so normal #this is also not as in-depth about the whole humanity and music thing as I would like it to be #but I haven’t finished the game yet so I’m not sure if it has any further relevance later #I still have so many thoughts about it though #This is also probably a little ooc because a] I have not finished the game #as said before #and b] writing is hard </3 #lies of p #lies of p x reader #pinocchio x reader #my writing

[zaptrap]

Seeing that you've been here since 2012 is INSANE like you've witnessed it all huh. You've seen probably SO many weird and crazy things in this fandom like man that's so cool for you I feel...

ive def seen and participated in a lot of dumbass bullshit over the years LMAO. although notsomuch during the skybound-to-seabound era cuz i'd lost interest for a bit

Random shit I remember off the top of my head (plz feel free to fact-check):

deviantart era: (2012-2013)

that bright green ninjago ask meme

like, literally everybody making self-insert purple ninjas (sometimes orange, teal, or rainbow) and shipping them with their fav ninja

everyone making their own genderbends of the ninja. cole was almost always called nicole or colette lmao

people also naming their accounts (name)-the-ninja (or "teh-ninja", since this was 2012)

there's a non-zero probability that if you were in the fandom during the season 1 era, you're a furry now

naruto crossovers

half-snake ninja aus.........wonder who uh......who could've done that.....heheh (me) (that was my whole deal pre-nindroid!jay lmfao)

everyone posting like, doll-maker things they made of ninjago? especially dragon ones

(me) posting leaked screenshots of season 2 eps that i found on the lego wiki or smth lmao. this is also how i found out zane was a robot. i think i kept posting leaks when i moved to tumblr

legends of chima releasing and i thiiink it was supposed to be a ninjago replacement? like, legitimately? though a lot of people weren't happy about it. "furry gang drug wars" was a phrase used a lot lmfao.

tumblr era (2013-2016 for me) (may overlap with dA era)

everyone losing their minds over the shirtless ninja in ns2 lmfao

that one video of kirby marrow (rest in peace) saying cole was 14

that other vid of like, behind the scenes and it was the ninja's actors but like in-universe? it's where "cole bucket" comes from

also some behind the scenes vid with the actual voice actors lol

thinking back on this, im like 100% sure it was bullshit but when the end of rebooted aired, there was a rumor going around about fans being so upset over zane's death that they carved a snowflake on their stomachs. lots of people were freaking out lmfao

the rise and fall of "fucknoshittyninjagoOCs" (ashamed to say i heavily participated in harassing this blog even if i rlly didnt like the premise.........)

maypong

lots of tension with instagram cuz of all the art reposts. like. tons of reposts. i remember someone blocked me when i said to take something down but then unblocked me the same evening and apologized LOL so

roleplay twitter accounts (twitter was kinda not-as-a lot at the time)

nindroid!jay of course. its so old there was an update that was made in flash lmfao...

absolute fucking shitloads of AUs and headcanons. i dont think this has changed much but like. there were so many lmfao. entire threads

actually there's too many fucking AUs. im scrolling through my main blog and i cant fuckin find anything cuz ITS ALL THESE STUPID AU THREADS THEY AREN'T EVEN LIKE DEEP LMAO

ask-all-the-ninjagians

the absurd screenshot redraws i did. like they were super stupid lmfao. icr which blog they're on but they're on my comp still at least

ninjagians just. being a term used at all lmao

the ninjago fan-tournament during ns4. people would draw/write about their ocs doing whatever prompt was posted and then everyone came together to defeat a big bad snake man

tbh i started naturally losing interest during ns5, and then VERY QUICKLY dropped the show (and therefore fandom) when skybound came out lmao............... so i dont really remember a lot from this era and everything after

and now im back :D

i hope this is insightful! xD

#ninjago #talking #asks

[candiid-caniine]

im sorry this is a silly question, but what does it mean to be clicker trained? i haven’t been able to find a good answer but it seems hot (although i think everything’s hot tbh)

okie so pls prepare for autistic infodumping on psych and hypnokink below/

so. clicker training is often used for dogs and sometimes cats; basically, you're clicking the clicker every time you give them a treat. eventually, the animal becomes conditioned to associate the clicker with the dopamine rush of being rewarded! that's how it's used on animals. but the overarching concept is (afaik) a form of Pavlovian conditioning.

Pavlov (at least partly) got famous for an experiment where he conditioned dogs to associate the sound of a bell with getting food. eventually, anytime they heard the bell, they started to salivate.

why am i talking about animals? that's weird right? well the truth is that humans work basically the same (tho ofc our minds are more complex): over time, we are trained to associate certain stimuli with certain things. if you listen to the same song every time you go to sleep, eventually that song will always make you sleepy; our brains love repetition. it makes things predictable and orderly, giving us clear signals that help us navigate the world.

now...obviously...conditioning also has its applications to kink ;)

im a simple creature: im *stupidly* easy to condition, esp if i'm being intentional about it. most of the time it happens accidentally tho. here are some examples in my life:

i'm so conditioned to associate a collar with subspace that even touching my neck gets me wet. having the side of my neck sucked on immediately makes me go limp. when i noticed it happening passively, i vocalized it, strengthening the connection by intentionally "noticing" it every time it happened. it has only gotten stronger with time >.>

i also ended up accidentally being able to cum on command. once (i repeat: once) i was super worked up in between changing positions and i blurted out, "if you told me to cum right now i think i could" and owner said "cum for me" and...just like that, i fkn cum on command now. it's been that way for 4-ish years.

now...conditioning, esp when it's accidental, is an inexact science lol. i started getting more into denial. that fact, combined with the fact that i cum on command, eventually turned into *only* cumming on command. this was mostly coincidental: when owner and i moved in together, the only times i'd ever cum were when they were home, usually having sex/playing with me, and would command me. my brain turned that into an inability to cum *without* command. again, once i noticed it, i vocalized it, got intentional about recognizing it mentally, and it has only strengthened over time.

now: clicker training. theoretically, any effect you want (within reason) can be conditioned with enough consistent training. you could clicker train a person to feel sleepy at the sound of the clicker by using it when they're going to sleep. you could tie it to basically anything that isn't too complex, probably.

in my case, the goal is for me to hit the edge every time the clicker's pressed, so i've been clicking the clicker every time i hit the edge.

theory: eventually, my body will be so conditioned to think "click = edge" that i won't need to be touching when it happens.

theory: to really make this stronger, i need to get close to the edge, then use the clicker to get "there." stepping back further and further from the edge until, even if i'm idle, not turned on, or doing something else, clicker = edge, instantly.

here are the effects so far:

i'm not at the point where click = edge when i'm idle, yet, but the clicker does = a powerful clench of my cunt lmao...body's still getting on board.

*imagining* the clicker sound also prompts this effect, but a little less strong. HOWEVER...

suddenly, mysteriously, if i imagine and concentrate really hard on the way my body feels at the edge, i edge mentally.

this takes some concentration. curiously, it also makes me feel like i'm about to squirt; don't know what that's about.

why is this happening? because conditioning a human being is an inexact science. it's messy; the brain is very involved. so, in theory:

because i concentrate intentionally on the idea that click = edge, every time i edge and use the clicker, i'm also concentrating on my body.

concentrating on the feeling as i get closer to the edge. thinking, intentionally, "this is how i'll feel whenever i click this button."

so consequently, in the background, my body/brain is learning that "concentrate on how edging feels = you're edging now, fucko."

in conclusion: ymmv. my theory is that this kind of conscious conditioning method would be less messy and more precise if used with well-practiced, methodical, and specific hypnotism to strengthen and simplify the connections...but for the moment, i'm enjoying the chaos. i do like feeling powerless lol.

#infodump #hypnok1nk #tw: hypnosis #denial #asks #dizzy

[not-quite-there-myself]

When You Cry

Synopsis: What they do when they see you cry. Notes: Headcanon format; gender neutral reader; refers to reader as "Summoner"; prompt inspired by @/tiredtealuvr; this has been in my drafts for a really long time, Arcana Twilight Tumblr I'm sorry I didn't get this out to you sooner. It's also been a while since I played, so I hope they weren't too out of character.

Arcturus

He wants nothing more than to see you smile bright and be happy, especially when he's with you. So when he sees your face stained with tears, he can't help but feel like crying himself. Just what's gotten you so upset that you started crying?

He doesn't ask questions first, he'd rather comfort you instead. He wants you to be comfortable and would love nothing more than to see you smiling again. Your smile was always one of his favourite things in Bound Arlyn.

Whatever you need, you can count on Arcturus to get it for you! At least, he'll try to get them to the best of his ability. He can only do so much, but if it's a hug you need, or your favourite food, or even just a moment to relax, he'll do his best to grant all your wishes.

If you ever feel comfortable to talk to him about what made you so upset after you've calmed down, he'll be happy to lend an ear. He'll be your number one cheerleader and tell you that everything's going to be okay; things are just bound to get better, and Arcturus is sure of it.

"Please don't cry, Summoner! Don't worry, everything's going to be okay. You'll feel better in no time, I guarantee it!"

Pollux

The moment he sees you crying is when he drops all the plans he had and rushes over to you. Any classes he was going to attend? He can skip them. An event with Queen Tet that he's helping out with? That can wait. He pushes everything aside to be with you, and he hopes that the reason you aren't crying isn't somehow his fault.

He asks you wants wrong and if you're okay. Are you hurt anywhere? Is there someone he needs to pick a fight with? Well, maybe he won't pick a fight, but he'll definitely be mad at the person who made you cry—if it, in fact, was a person that made you cry.

If you don't want to talk, that's totally fine by him. He knows just as well as anyone that sometimes you just don't feel like telling people what you're upset about. He absolutely doesn't push either, he wouldn't wanna make you cry more and make things worse.

There's a chance he'll have candy or some sweets on him—perfect for snacking on throughout the day—and share some with you if you want! Doesn't matter which one you take, honestly. Even if it's his favourite one, he'll keep quiet because he knows you probably need it more than he does. Whatever you want, he's going to make you happy again if it's the last thing he does! Or at least until you've calmed down.

"Summoner, Summoner! Are you okay?! No one hurt you or anything, right? If you need anything just say the word!"

Alpheratz

He might actually be sleeping when he wakes up and gets a weird feeling; he can't help but feel like something is off. When he sees you and notices the tears falling from your eyes, his heart feels like it's being toyed with.

Alpheratz asks you what happened first, but quickly follows up to ask if you're okay too. He sort of stands there awkwardly and hopes that you're okay with explaining why you're in such a state, or else he isn't sure what he's supposed to do. He isn't the best at comforting people, but he'll try.

If you don't want to talk about it, he's 100% okay with that. He gets it, sometimes you're just not ready or don't feel like it. If you want a distraction, he'll probably try to think up something. Maybe going out for a walk, or maybe it's sleeping it off.

If someone else is making you sad and you tell him, chances are that person won't be making you sad in the future anymore. He might not say it gently, but seeing you down leaves his sleep schedule a little messed up; and of course he's only doing this so you don't get bothered and neither does he. Yeah, that's definitely the only reason.

"I'm no good at cheering people up, but I guess if it's bothering you so much, might as well tell someone, right? No pressure."

Spica

Spica's attention is on you as soon as he sees tears on your face. It's almost as if an alarm has set off in him; something is wrong because you are upset. He tells you to calm yourself and reminds you to breathe if you're crying too hard. He makes sure you're alright physically while he asks why you're crying.

Did someone make you cry? Did something happen? Are you homesick? Despite wanting to ask, he refrains from questioning further in case it makes you overwhelmed. He may sit you down if you're somewhere where that's possible and speak to you in a calm manner, if not a little softer.

Whatever you need, he will try his best to help you feel better. If a distraction is what you want, Spica will gladly help with that, though his approach is more on the productive side of things. He may suggest accompanying him to finish some errands or get some work done quietly together in the committee room or a library.

He lets you know that you're safe and secure, that he'll make sure nothing makes you upset while he's with you. Even if he's not with you, he takes care in paying more attention to your needs. At the end of the day, Spica will offer you his time, because that's one of the only ways he knows for sure that he can do to help you. He can be very busy, but he'll push all other priorities to the side if it means making you feel better.

"If you ever need anything, don't be afraid to tell me, Summoner. Your emotional well-being is just as important as your physical

Sirius

Even if you hide away somewhere, Sirius might have an idea of where to find you. Something's wrong and he can almost feel it like uncomfortably warm air. It almost pains him to see you like that, and a part of him wonders if he might be the one to blame. Did he do something you didn't like?

Whatever the case, he strides up to you casually, if not with a brisk hint of surprise. He asks you why you're crying, his brows mildly raised. You can tell him, or not. He doesn't care too much... Or maybe he does and he's just downplaying how much he cares. He's a good listener and will lend an ear even if you think it's not a big deal.

Want a distraction? Sirius is great at that. If you want someone to console you, he can do that too... though it might be a little back-handed from Sirius. He'll try to be nice but he also can't resist a quick comment. Nothing too mean though, don't fret. He knows when to not push it too far.

If, in the end, all you want to do is do nothing, Sirius will gladly do nothing with you, too. Stars, he might even encourage it, and tease you about how your tears might be a ploy to get him to spend time with you. It's not, though, he knows. But he doesn't mind getting jabbed or lightly pushed by you if it means you stop crying.

"No need to tell me what's wrong, Summoner, though I'm all ears if you want to tell me~ Shall I accompany you for a while?"

Vega

Once Vega sees your face, it's all he needs to come rushing towards you. Similarly to Spica, he checks if you're well physically. If anyone hurt you, they won't be getting off scot-free. He almost doesn't hold back with the questions though. He wants to know who or what made you cry like this right away.

No matter how big or small it is, it still matters to Vega. It clearly matters to you if it made you cry, so he'll take whatever you have to say seriously. He'll insist that whatever you're crying about, it's not silly, it's not ridiculous, it's not stupid. Even if it is small and he can't relate, he'll still sympathize with you to the best of his ability.

He's a wonderful listener, and especially patient if it's you. He'll likely do almost anything you want, if that's what you wish. If you want, he can get you your favourite snack or perhaps there's a book in the library you like. Do you want to take a walk outside in the courtyard? See flowers in the greenhouse? Whatever you want, Vega may just do it. He does have his limits though, don't tease him too much... but chances are, he'll let it slide.

He'll remember whatever it is that made you cry if you tell him, or if he finds out by some other means. And he'll do whatever it takes to prevent it as well. Seeing you cry is like a punch in the gut; a smile suits you much better than a tear streaked face.

"Summoner, what happened? Are you hurt? If so, I... Here, use this handkerchief. No, it's okay, I don't mind. May I stay by your side for now?"

#nqt writing #arcana twilight #arcana twilight arcturus #arcana twilight pollux #arcana twilight alpheratz #arcana twilight spica #arcana twilight sirius #arcana twilight vega

[bongo-clash]

Right through the door (and all around the wall)

DP/DC week prompt: Lazarus Pit

'Bad News: Jason Todd finds a Lazarus Pit in Gotham.  Worse News: There’s something crawling out of it.'

(No content warnings || fic under cut!!)

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Jason’s felt weird the last few days. Like, weirder than the usual weird that comes with being a living zombie full of Lazarus waters and all their consequences- weird as in something’s up weird. 

It started with some sense of unease, and maybe it was stupid to just put it down to waking up on the wrong side of the bed, but he started his days in a poor mood more often than not anyway, so he thinks it was reasonable enough. But as the week had gone on, he’d felt more and more like he was being tugged around at the chest by something, the Pit running through his veins snapping for something he didn’t know the source of. By the time six days had past, he’d well and truly had enough. Which leads to his current decision: ambling around Gotham trying to follow the feeling. 

Which leads to his current situation: standing face-to-face with a glowing green puddle at the end of a nondescript alley, previously hidden vaguely by a large dumpster.  

Now, Jason isn’t an idiot- in fact, he rather likes to think himself as the opposite of an idiot. And because he isn’t an idiot, he knows he’s looking at a newly-formed Lazarus Pit. There are only so many things that glow that shade of green in this world. But what the Hell is he supposed to do about it? He doesn’t know the first thing about how they’re formed, and he doesn’t know the first thing about how to get rid of them, but the appearance of one in Gotham cannot be good news. It could attract the attention of the League, which is a problem for several reasons, and perhaps more pressing is that its properties could be discovered by the local peanut gallery. The last thing anyone needs is for any of the rogues to figure out they can heal themselves with magic floor gatorade. 

…He should probably tell the Bats. The thought alone pulls a grimace onto his face behind his helmet, but he knows in his heart that it’s the best thing for it. At the very least, the warning that people might start looking a little more green around the edges would be appreciated; the old man would probably go ape if he found out Jason knew about it the whole time and just didn’t say anything. Okay, maybe that makes it more tempting to not tell them- but Dick would be disappointed in him. That man’s disappointed face is universally hard to look at. 

With nothing else for it, he reaches up to the side of his helmet and activates the com link he’d tentatively agreed to stay connected to. All at once, he’s greeted with the sea of idle chatter from the other Bats as they go about their patrols. 

“Hey,” He interrupts, effectively cutting through the conversation. “So, I just found something interesting on my turf.”

“Little Wing!” Dick greets cheerfully, voice carrying over onto Tim’s com. It’s one of those times where Nightwing comes down from Blüdhaven to patrol with the family, then. “What is it?”

He takes a deep breath before speaking, knowing his next words are going to cause something of a stir. “I think we’ve got a Pit forming in Gotham.”

Right on time, everyone on coms starts speaking at once. Dick sputters in surprise, trying to form a response over the declaration; Tim is asking how he can be sure, and for location and size and ‘should we be worrying about Ra’s making a show?’; Damian’s saying something under his breath about all their disastrous communication skills; Barbara’s staying quiet, probably waiting until they’ve finished freaking until she starts up. Batman, though, is evidently not half as patient, shouting over the pandemonium to make himself heard. 

“Hood. Explain.”

Jason rolls his eyes. “Uh, that’s pretty much all I’ve got at the moment, old man. Been feeling kinda weird the last few days- felt like I was being pulled about and shit- and when I tried to find the source, I found this bright green puddle. I don’t know what else you want from me.”

“Why didn’t you inform us of the feeling prior to this?”

He’s about to snap back at the man for being pushy when he hears a noise from the end of the alley. Immediately, his gaze snaps back to the Lazarus Puddle, and he blanches when his sees the surface begin to froth. 

“Hood-”

“Shut up, something’s happening.” Red Hood bites, somewhat distracted as the frothing continues, slowly becoming more violent. “Does anyone know if pits can boil over? Because I’m looking at it now and it looks like someone’s left some foul-ass milk on the stove for too long.”

Barbara’s finally voice cuts through the coms. “Nightwing and Red Robin are the closest to your current location- ETA five to seven minutes. Do you need back-up?”

“I have no idea— holy fuck.”

Distantly, he can hear the others asking him what’s up, and Barbara telling Dick and Tim to head over west, but he’s too focused on the way the pit seems to curve upwards, looking less like water and more like a thick sludge. A thick sludge that something is trying to break through. The vague impression of a hand is pushing against the surface. 

His voice is breathy when he finally responds to Nightwing’s cries. “Guys, I think there’s something in there.”

“What?!”

He takes a wary step forward as the hand continues to push, and then a large step back accompanied by a startled yell as the surface finally breaks with a violent splatter. He jumps to avoid the spray, and the hand flails as it searches for purchase against the floor. Surging forward, it discovers solid ground and quickly leverages itself onto it, pushing and pushing until Jason can see the beginnings of a face. 

Dripping with the more concerning equivalent of sewage, there’s black hair with the vaguest implication of white strands against it, a heart-shaped face, and bright, blue-green eyes. Ergo: something that looks almost exactly like him. 

Stumbling further back as they continue to rise, he hears Barbara announce Nightwing and RR’s ETA as one minute from now, and crosses his fingers that they get here sooner, because he’s looking at this kid like a fun-house mirror and he doesn’t like it at all. 

The teenager looks at him from underneath the thick coating of sludge, shaking himself free from the last dredges of the Pit clinging to his shoes. “Hm,” The guy says, tone deceptively casual. “I wasn’t expecting an audience.”

“What the fuck.” Jason chokes, barely grasping at his ability to form words beyond the shock. The teenager searches his face, before looking down at his own figure. 

“Ooh, yikes, give me a second-“ He snorts, before his skin takes on a strange blue tinge and the sludge falls through him, meeting the floor with a wet slap, which- gross. “-There! Sorry about that. Coming out looking like the Blob isn’t the best first impression I’ve ever made, huh?”

Jason is rapidly losing control of both his life and the situation. “What the fuck is- I- who the fuck are you?”

“My name’s Danny.”

“Danny.”

The kid nods. “Yep. It’s Danny.”

“Okay. Danny, can you tell me what the Hell just happened?”

Danny, apparently, blinks, looking back at the Lazarus Pit for a moment before refocusing on Jason. He’s never been more glad his expression is hidden behind the helmet. “Well…” He starts hesitantly, “I… hey- who’re they?”

Jason stupidly whips his head to look behind him, and- sure enough, Nightwing and Red Robin have finally positioned themselves on the rooftops above them- but he hears a splash and when he turns around, the kid is gone, thick ripples casting over the Lazarus Puddle. The two vigilantes jump down from the roof, coming up beside him. Tim looks utterly gobsmacked. 

“Did that kid just jump into the Pit?” He blurts, struggling to choose between looking at Red Hood for an answer and keeping his eye on the puddle in case something happens. 

Jason takes in the situation. He takes in the sight of his brothers, the green sludge smattered across the concrete of the alleyway, the remnants of conversation echoing around his head. He thinks about everything that just happened, and takes a deep, deep breath. 

“This is officially the worst thing that’s ever happened to me.” He says, before promptly turning around and walking out of the alley, intent on going to bed and passing this whole thing off as a some kind of trauma-induced nightmare. He knows he’ll have to deal with this at some point, because there’s apparently a Lazarus Pit in Gotham and a whole guy that looked like him crawled out of it, but if he can just pretend that none of that happened for even a few hours, by God, he’s taking it. 

#dp/dc week 2022 #The ending is weird because I had no idea what I was doing the entire time I was writing it #It derailed so hard from what I was going for so if it reads awkward that's why but still!!! Hjhdgfjsg #My One (1) thought was just that it'd be funny to call the pits magic floor gatorade #Yeah the title's from the Blob theme song it's just. The song is So Catchy. #I don't have anything written for tomorrow yet but I DO have the day 3 prompt finished so!! There Is That #dpxdc #Bongo's Writing!!!

[eclipsejoku]

Refuge.

Flashback.

I know it's probably weird for me to post this stuff, but I had no idea, and I found a few writing prompts I wanted to try! Supervillain, Hero, and Villain will be considered their real names. If you wanna replace the names, use your imagination!

TW - Swearing, heavy bleeding and wounds, mentions of abuse(?)

Summary - Hero and Supervillain got into a huge fight that injured Hero fatally. No one would help them, so they only knew one other place to go to seek refuge; Villain.

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Fighting villains was Hero’s specialty.

It never mattered how strong they were, how quick they were, if they had any powers to aid them, they always found a way.

At least, until now.

The area was destroyed, most people have fled the scene. The unlucky ones were crushed by the debris in action. The two responsible for the commotion were Hero and Supervillain.

Supervillain clearly had the upper hand, barely scathed. Hero, however, couldn’t say the same. In fact, they could say the opposite. They could feel their blood trickle down their thigh and through their suit. Their vision felt blurry, the ash and dust stinging their eyes with a burning sensation. Bruises and wounds were covering them, head to toe. Honestly, the bruises were the least concerning part.

“Is the all mighty Hero already feeling weak? We’ve only danced for a few hours.” Supervillain mocked Hero who was currently straining to get up, but crumbled on the rubble. “Thought you would’ve had a bit more fight in you compared to the others. Such a shame, really. I had high hopes for you. Then again…” They walked towards Hero who desperately tried to crawl away. Supervillain grasped their face and forced Hero to look at them. “You’re all the same. A pathetic, selfish ‘hero’ who favors fame. So much for the goody-two-shoes bullshit. You’re really just some hoax carrying a title, huh? You’re just a coward,” Supervillain taunted, spitting venom to Hero.

Hero’s eyes were slowly closing, and Supervillain smirked. “Going to sleep I see. Well, I guess I’ll just leave you here, bleeding while you lay on the floor like a dog. A shame our dance ended so soon. I hoped to spend more time with you.” There was nothing but Hero’s raspy breaths in response. “F-..Fuck you, Supervillain.” They finally muttered, before their body fell limp as they collapsed on the floor. Supervillain seemed both disappointed and amused. “Such a pity. Even your final words are unoriginal.” After one last glance, Supervillain trotted away without a care in the world, leaving Hero to rot.

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Slowly, Hero’s limbs started to move. It wasn't a drastic movement, but enough to tell they were alive. They looked up at the sight in front of them.

Paramedics were surrounding the area, gathering everyone who was injured.

Of course, except for Hero.

They grunted in pain as they rolled themself upside, gasping for air. Their fingers gently traced the giant wound on their abdomen, bleeding through their suit. They winced and pulled it away. It hurt too much to touch. They tried their best to regain their senses and focused on the world around them. They could only stare up at the sky, seeing it a light gray. They could faintly hear their own ragged breathing, but it was blocked out by the agonizing ringing in their head. Their body felt numb. Helped with the pain, at least. They couldn’t taste much except for their own blood. Confused, they gently tapped their head. However, they instantly regretted it and moaned in pain. With teary eyes, they looked at their fingers, a crimson red coating the tips. “Blood,” they thought. Guess the injuries were worse than they thought. Coughing, they turned on their side and looked around, trying to make out any familiar figures through the ash. Most of the ambulances and other heroes were there, but they were busy helping more vulnerable victims. And Hero didn’t want to be a bother, did they?

That’s what a selfish hero did.

They tried using their shaky arms to prop themself up, but they collapsed the second they were a couple inches off the ground. They started to tear up, the water mixing with blood. They muttered swears and tried again, but it hurt even more. The stinging sensation was too much for them to handle. They hated feeling this weak, this hopeless, this pathetic.

“Hero! Get up already!” Right before Hero’s eyes could be shut, they perked up at their name. Looking around, they tried their best to make out who called them. Their captain was approaching, looking a bit angry. “What are you laying on the ground for?” Hero tried to make a response, but all that came out was coughing and muttering. Captain sighed. “We don’t have time for this, Hero. Too many civilians need help. Once you’re done with your… overreacting, get your ass up and help.” Captain walked away to a few injured people and helped them get to their family members. All Hero did was cry harder, wishing someone could help. Anyone. They wanted to curl up into a ball and sob for the rest of their shitty life.

They tried again and again to get up, just a little. Their body was getting used to the aching pain in their limbs. After countless attempts, they were finally standing on their two shaky legs. They looked down at their body, seeing how bad they actually looked. There wasn’t a place without blood or a giant bruise. Supervillain wasn’t fucking around.

At this point, most of the paramedics already left. Captain, of course, left without warning Hero. The rest of the heroes left with them, probably tending to their own injuries. Only a few civilians were here, probably looking for lost valuables and pets.

Hero sighed, thinking where they could go.

Well, there was always…

No. They’ll find somewhere else.

HQ was out of the list. Captain made it clear they were mad, and Hero didn’t want it aimed at themself. A hospital? No way. Supervillain’s taunting really got the best of them. And the hospitals were probably full anyway. They sighed, but regretted it. They fell into a coughing fit, seeing as they coughed up blood. “Shit.”

They swallowed their saliva and internally groaned. They had no choice.

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Hero was limping while walking the trails of the forest, leaving a blood trail behind them. The trees towered over like a giant shadow. Birds crowed as they hopped from one branch to the other. Hero’s footsteps crunched in the dead grass, its color a faded green. The path was the same as always, every flower wilted. They knew this trail like the back of their hand.

Inside, they wished they didn’t.

They didn’t know how long they'd walked. A few hours at most. They blocked out the ominous figures lurking in the shadows, and the faint clicking noise in the distance. Night was falling down on the Earth. They had to hurry up.

In the distance, they found a ginormous tree. It was probably the only healthy vegetation alive in the forest. Its radiance was alluring compared to the dead logs and eerie trees. Its leaves were fresh, transitioning to yellow with the coming autumn. Hero couldn’t help but smile, no matter how much it hurt. Their stagger was now a slow walk, now finding motivation to continue. As they approached it, they saw how much hadn’t changed. The fresh apples on the tree were a bright red, looking fresh to take a bite out of. They panted, looking around frantically for…

There.

A house was in the distance. It was more of a cottage, looking homey and cozy. Yet, Hero knew better than to judge appearances. Staggering towards it, they found themself at the porch, blood still dripping from the stomach and leg, staining the “Welcome” mat. They knocked a few times while impatiently waiting. Their stomach was filled with emotions while footsteps from the otherside approached the door. It was like their breathing stopped when they saw the face in front of them.

“H-Hero..?” Villain murmured, their expression showing shock. They observed the broken one’s bruised and bloodied body.

“Hey… Villain.” Hero smiled, though they immediately had a coughing fit, blood dripping from their mouth. “I didn’t know where to go, okay?”

“Who the fuck did this—”

“You already know who.”

Villain’s breathing hitched. Supervillain was not one to be taken lightly, especially in battle. “S-so… mind letting me crash here for a while?” Hero asked, letting out a soft laugh. Though, both knew there was nothing funny about the situation. Hero was lucky to escape with their life. “You… you don’t have to say yes if you don’t want-”

Sighing, Villain walked next to them and put Hero’s arm around their shoulder. “Let’s get you inside, idiot.” Hero was shocked at this ‘hospitality,’ but was grateful. They limped inside with the help of Villain. Villain carefully set Hero on the couch. “Stay here, and I’ll get something for the bleeding.” They sprinted to the kitchen while Hero’s body relaxed against the soft cushions. Though, they felt bad for staining it with their oozing blood. They could hear the frantic search for medical equiptment, along with the shouts of swearing. They couldn’t help but giggle.

Villain came back, a mountain of stuff in their arms. They dropped it all on the table and looked at Hero’s bleeding abdomen. They grabbed the white bandages and looked at Hero.

“I’m gonna need you to stop relaxing on the couch for a second. I can’t wrap the bandages around your stomach if you don’t.”

Hero complied, lifted their upper-body. Villain approached and gently started, the white cloth instantly being stained a bright red. Muttering curses, Villain tied them around and looked Hero up and down. They eyed Hero’s head.

“Surprised you didn’t get a concussion,” they said.

“Honestly, so am I.”

“What else did we expect from Supervillain?” They grabbed the bandages again started to carefully wrap them around Hero’s head. “A fucking psycho that plays war like a game.”

“Rude to say about your boss,” Hero warned. “You know what happened last time when you tried your chances.” Villain faltered, stealing a glance towards Hero.

“We don’t talk about that, and you know it.” They glared. “And to be clear, it wasn’t my fault. Supervillain was just… they were just angry, okay?” Villain made it sound like nothing was wrong, that everything was fine, but Hero knew what was behind that mask.

It was dead silent, even the birds outside kept quiet. Hero looked like a mummy, most of their body covered in blood-soaked bandages. “This should… it should stop the bleeding from getting worse.” Villain said, avoiding eye contact. Hero felt like they should’ve said something, anything, like an apology for being inconsiderate, but the tension was already in the room, and it would be hard to get it out. They muttered a simple thanks. Villain went to the kitchen and returned with a cup of water.

“There’s some painkillers on the table. Take them when you feel like you can swallow. The blood will probably stop you, so I’d wait for a while.” They set the cup on the table next to the medication pile. “I’ll be back later to check up on you and replace your bandages, okay?” Hero didn’t reply. They were lost in thought.

“Hey, Hero.” Villain snapped in front of their face, taking Hero out of their trance. “Did you hear what I said?” They sounded annoyed.

“S-sorry, Villain.”

Villain sighed. “The water’s for the painkillers, and I’ll come back to replace your ban–”

“Wait, you’re leaving?”

“I’ve got my own life to deal with too, y’know.” Villain said matter-of-factly. Hero muttered something, not going unnoticed by Villain. “Wanna say something to me, Hero?” They leaned down and their faces were only a couple inches away from each other.

“It’s nothing… I just wanted to say thank you…”

Villain knew damn well that wasn’t what they said, but they’d leave it at that. “Well, I gotta go now. See ya later, I guess.” They started to walk away, but Hero quickly spoke up.

“You mean the life Supervillain controls?”

Villain stopped abruptly, their eyes widened. The tension in the room grew thick. “Shut up, Hero. You don’t know what you’re–”

“I do know what I’m talking about!” Hero screamed, hurting their vocal cords. “We both know what happened that night! Fucking Supervillain hurt you! You would’ve died it I wasn’t there! Worst of all? You know it, yet you act like nothing happened!”

“Shut up already! You’re the one that’s injured here! I can fucking kill you and you couldn’t do shit about it!”

“But you won’t,” Hero argued. “You let me in here, you helped my wounds, all because you know what Supervillain’s capable of.” Villain turned around, face red from anger. “And you know that if you let me die, you’ll be just as bad as them.”

“I don’t need you shoving it down my goddamn throat, okay?!” Tears threatened to fall from Villan’s glistening eyes. “I don’t need you reminding me that I would be dead if you weren’t there! That I relied on you! It would’ve been better if you didn't ‘save me’ from Supervillain!” Hero paused, their breathing rapid.

“Y-you don’t mean that–”

“I mean every word!” Villain quickly approached, Hero flinching when they grabbed their head. Villain forced them closer. “The only reason I’m here right now is because of your pathetic attempt to save me! You just put me in deeper shit!” Their breathing was raspy and frantic. “Supervillain’s suspicious that I’m a double agent, and having you here is just going to prove his point!”

“What would you want me to do?! Leave you there?!”

Villain shut up again, not sure how to respond. To be fair, they were too exhausted on that day to even recall what happened. “I-... I-I don’t know.” Villain started to tear up, attempting to wipe the tears away. “I don’t know.” Their voice was cracked as they started to sob. “I-I’m so sorry–” They hiccuped, collapsing to their knees in front of Hero. The pity in Hero’s eyes was enough to make them weep.

“I didn’t mean– oh fuck, Villain,” Hero cursed, seeing Villain’s frail form seem so broken. Hero tried to reach out, but Villain slapped the hand away and got up, running away. The cottage was two stories, so they sprinted up the stairs. Hero was about to call their name, but a loud slam was heard, shaking the house. All that was left was Hero staring where Villain once sat, thinking about what had happened.

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Sorry if it ended up worse than the others- I didn't reread this for any mistakes, and I just wanted a little filler post. I hope you like it!

#hero x villain #original work #original writing #prompt #villain x hero #supervillain #hero #villain #writing #short stories #short story

[thepetesimp]

For a fic prompt, I’d love to read something about Pete being sick or hurt and needing care that isn’t related to aftercare post-sex. I’ve found a fair few fics centered on Vegas dealing with being sick and cared for (and Pete basically bullying Vegas into letting him care for Vegas), but haven’t found nearly as many focused on Pete in a non-sexual context. I think that would be interesting and lends itself to your style of writing (at least from what I’ve read of your writing, which is just the VegasPete posted on AO3). I love your work, btw! Thanks for being a fandom author-y’all never get enough credit ❤️

Hello, my dear anon! Thank you so, so much for your kind words and your gorgeous prompt ❤️ Generally, Vegas taking care of Pete is one of my favorite concepts. We got crumbs in the show, crumbs, and I desperately need more of that. Thank you for giving me the incentive to do it myself, though I have dipped my toes into it a little bit before with the things you can(not) change, which had Vegas taking care of Pete emotionally. Btw, I'm very sorry for being late in replying to this, but I had a bit of trouble coming up with an idea for it until I got hit with some very specific feels, and now here I am, with 5 whole ass pages of words that made me decide to turn this concept into a proper fic. Looking forward to posting it in 2025 lmao. Here's a part of it: ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Pete woke up laying on his bed, with no recollection of how he got there. The last thing he remembered was going to the kitchen for some water and the noise coming out of Macau's room. It was probably because of that new game he bought last week that he wanted to play so much. His whining suggested he wasn't very good at it. Pete didn't know what happened after that. He was feeling disoriented, floaty. His head was throbbing. There was bile stuck at the back of his throat, which he couldn't swallow. His mouth was dry. His body was heavy, restricting his movements. He tried opening his eyes, but he got dizzy by the light coming in from outside. He closed them again. "Why didn't you tell me you were sick?" Fuck. When did Vegas come back? Where was Macau? Pete took in a shallow breath, trying to quiet down his heartbeat. He didn't open his eyes. Vegas sounded angry. He had to calm him down, somehow. "Vegas..." "Macau called me in a panic, because he found you unconscious in the kitchen. He thought you died. I did too, when I saw you."

Vegas was holding back tears, Pete could tell; there was a certain way his voice hitched when he spoke like that, vulnerability leaking from his tongue. He sounded small, too, like when he used to do comparisons that led him nowhere. Pete didn't like it when Vegas was talking like that. The fact that he reverted to that state because of him made it even worse. "I'm sorry." "Don't-" He didn't conclude what he was going to say. Pete could hear sniffing, but nothing else. Not looking at Vegas' face was killing him. He opened his eyes with extreme difficulty and found Vegas staring at him, with red smeared across the edges of his own eyes and sweat gathered on his forehead. He was too far away. He wasn't touching him. "Vegas," Pete said, lifting his arm in Vegas' direction, despite how much he couldn't. Vegas widened his eyes and dropped his gaze. He held back a sob. He didn't take Pete's hand. "You look the same as back then." Pete let his arm fall on the bed, stunned by Vegas' words. How could he be so stupid? He completely forgot. He didn't know why. Maybe because everything that had happened at the safehouse had always seemed like a weird dream to him, one that he never really woke up from. Pete didn't have any words of comfort to give. His stomach started acting funny. He hoped it wouldn't lead to vomiting. He hadn't done that since his adolescent days, which had been filled with boxing and violence. "It's not your fault I'm sick," was all he could offer in the end. "I should have been here, taking care of you-" "You had an important meeting with Porsche," Pete reminded him. "Fuck Porsche." He had thought about it once. How it would feel to have sex with Porsche. Pete imagined it'd be simple. Uncomplicated. Fun, even. Now, it sounded painful, more so than all the things Vegas did to him. Perhaps Vegas was right getting concerned about Pete's health after all. He felt a hand touching his forehead. It was cold and sweaty. Pete wished it could get glued there. "Shit, your fever is high. Have you eaten anything?" "No." He felt Vegas suck in a breath, before he heard it. "I'm cooking you something to eat." He tried to get up, but Pete caught him before he could escape. A low, whining sound scratched his sore throat. "Sleep with me. You look tired." "Pete," Vegas warned. "You're burning up and you need to eat." "Just for a little while. It'll help." Vegas sighed. The sound came out unsteady. His bottom lip quivered, or Pete thought it did. His vision was too blurry to be sure. "Fine, but you're taking something for the fever first." Pete smiled tiredly at him. He didn't thank him. He would hate that.

#I love this idea sosososoSOSOSO much #Anon what did you do to me? I'm losing my mind here #I'm sorry this doesn't have much of what you asked heh #but it's laying the groundwork for what's to come I promise #I can't promise the fic to be written and posted soon though #but it'll happen #I'll try my best #kinnporsche the series #vegaspete #fanfic writing #writers asks

[zozo-01]

"i want it to last forever. (all the magic and fun at sea.)"

This was supposed to be a prompt fill for our lovely @autisticempathydaemon, but alas! School and work caught up to me and I couldn't finish it, but I am making up for it know! As always, all the thanks to our lovely @gingerbreadmonsters to making sure that even if I can't get an Aussie accent right, I can at least get the British one accurate! There will definitely a sequel of sorts where I explain the lore and magic of this world, as well as expose everyone's dark past!

CW: Alternate Universe, My beloved Siren/Mermaid AU, Alexis and Christian are so stupid and in love, Sam and Darlin' being Mother Hens separately, The Pack is here but they are not important (as of right now) I.E. Darlin' is a Solaire, Christian feeling guilty over Darlin' (not romantic), Light Mentions to Darlin's past (Specifically Quinn but he is not mentioned by name), This is small fries compared to my actual Siren Fic, Eventual Sam and Darlin' but that's not why we are here!!!

click here for the ao3 link!!!

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Press your shirt flat, comb your hair down and check your breath. Daily things that Christian should be doing to maintain his appearance, but never found any reason to. He’s a special breed, one can argue a dumb breed, of humans who don’t care about what others think of him. Given that fact, he doesn’t need to maintain his looks. Who gives a shit about what others say?

But she wasn’t just anyone and he needed to treat her as such. And he’ll try his best with his limited abilities.

He doubles, and triples and quadruple checks himself in the mirror. Ok, so far so good. He doesn’t look like he just rolled out of bed which is a general improvement from his status quo. It wasn’t like simple improvements were good enough for her. Although, if she asked him out while looking like a drowned rat, then maybe she didn’t care for his looks.

(Or at least he thinks that's what she said. To be quite frank, he hasn’t even heard this girl speak. She could definitely understand him, so it wasn’t a language barrier on her end, she just refuses to open her mouth. So far, they have only been able to communicate with nods and what he thinks was sign language. It looked more like flailing hands to him, but it got the job done. Now all he needs to do is not get stood up by the most ethereal woman he’s ever laid his eyes on.)

(Cool. Absolutely no pressure at all.)

He grabs his keys and walks out the door with the nonchalant attitude that has gotten him this far in life. Surely if he treats this tangible Venus like she was a normal girl, then she’ll fall in love with him in no time!

Or punch him in the face and spit on his grave. Either or work.

The rest of the drive was silent. He didn’t bother to come up with creative nicknames or smooth pick up lines because why should he? She decided to ask him out for him, not some casanova. This is what she asked for and this is what she’ll get.

He parked his car by the bridge, and waited for her signal that she’d be on the bridge. She said that when he sees a bright blue light, that will be his que to get on the bridge. A weird signal if you asked him, but hey who was he to judge-

A flash of blue erupted from below the bridge, followed by the sounds of rapid waves. Was Christian going to question the near mystical light? Not by the seven oceans he wasn’t. All he knew was that’s probably his signal so he exited the car and walked onto the bridge.

And low and behold, there she was in her glory.

(Christian did compare her to Venus earlier, and it is his nickname for her, so you can see how much horseshit his earlier thoughts were. But it bears remembering now. There was seafoam under the part of the bridge where she stands. Her midnight hair flows in the wind, moving the same way waves ebb and flow in the ocean. Even her dress had something otherworldly about it, from the way it hugged her body like wet fabric, despite it looking dry as a bone, and the shells and gems that adorned it. There was something off about her in the most tantalizing way possible.)

He cleared his throat, blessing her with his presence as much as she’s blessing him with hers and causing the young woman to snap out of her daze. “Hello, Venus. Excited to see me?” Confidence and borderline cockiness were dripping from his voice. It all came from a place of genuine care, whether she knew it or not was up to her.

Venus smiled at the arrogant boy, moving her hands to sign to him. It still looked like gibberish to him, although if he stared hard enough and paid enough attention, he’ll be able to understand her…

The girl shook her head, not in disgust or apathy, but in amusement. Like she found the miscommunication on his end cute. She pulled out a notebook and a pen from her pocket and began to write down what she was trying to say. Quite a large book from a small dress, but he’s seen weirder.

She flips the notebook over to reveal the message. Thank you for meeting me here.

Christian puffed his chest up, pride filling his tanned body. He ran a hand through his golden hair, replying, “I’m just doing a favour for you.” Please don’t focus on how fast his heart is beating or how he wiped his shirt to get rid of the excess sweat.

Or the strange feeling of being watched from a distance.

She rolled her eyes, and usually it would insult Christian. Lord knows he doesn’t like being made into a joke, but if making himself a fool is what keeps Venus smiling, then he’ll become the butt of every joke from here on till the day she dies. (A long time away that day is.)

Venus opened up her notebook and continued to write in it. How has your day been, Christian?

Ah ha! An excuse to talk about himself. It’s what he excels at the most! He opened his mouth, ready to go on about his day. “Well the waves and weather were nice today, so I went surfing. Taught some assholes what it really means to shred it on the water. Like, seriously, do you want to know what these little shits did!” He then went on a tirade about these teenagers and how they wouldn’t listen to any of his warnings as to why not to ride a monster wave. Lo and behold, Fred and Bright wiped out hard and he has no sympathy for them.

She covered her mouth, muffling the angelic laugh that Christian was convinced she had. It’s a little weird that he’s never heard a sound from her, at least he thinks it is. Even non-verbal people let out sounds, heavy breaths or quiet sighs, to prove that they’re alive. But Venus hadn’t done any of that. He wonders what’s preventing her from letting out any sounds. He's known about how trauma can cause people to go mute, he's seen it happen with Bright. But dare he be crass, Venus seems quite well adjusted to society.

(The two bodies in the water with scales down their bodies say otherwise. Neither of them wanted to be there, but what the Ocean demands, the Ocean receives.)

"Let me guess, you're into surfer boys?" Brash and overconfident was unbecoming of most men, at least that's what Darlin' used to say. But they're dead and therefore, their advice and words don't matter anymore. Somehow it works for him and it's working on her so he won't lead the dead dictate his actions.

Returning to her notebook, Venus scribbled down some words. She turned it over, revealing the words she wrote down. I've never spoken to a 'surfer boy' before. Are they all as haughty as you?

Ouch, that was personal. She didn't have to call him out on his attitude like this. She didn't need to mimic the ghosts he lives with all that accurately.

Ignoring the accidental jab to his heart, he rolls his eyes and lets her words leave quiet wounds on his body. "Well I'm sure that you'll be begging for me later, princess." Assuming that Venus would ever beg. Voice aside, she doesn't seem like the type to beg.

Christian dropped his bravado and leaned back against the bridge. "How about you? How's your day been?"

Venus looked back at her notebook, taking her time to write down every detail of her day. Once she was done writing, she flipped her notebook back to Christian.

It's been good. I went out with my brother, his partner and one of my friends to get some food. We had some beignets and they were really good! I haven't had good ones in quite some time. Plus, my brother got powder sugar all over himself and he looked like he failed to smoke some cocaine, so that was amusing.

"An eventful day," he chuckled. He tried to picture a younger, male version of Alexis covered in powdered sugar to make himself feel better for the fact that he'd be the fool doing the same thing. "Maybe you can take me there one day? I've never had a beignet before."

Venus smiled and nodded her head, and he's planning to message Milo about a styling intervention. It would be worth it to look good for her.

The same blue light from earlier flashed again, and Venus's eyes widened. She frantically looked between the ocean and Christian, her face puzzled and brain working to come up with an excuse. Realizing that she was looking for an excuse, he decided to free her of that burden.

"Look, I get if you need to go." He watched her face relax and kept going. "I have work the next day, anyways." He fiddled with his car keys, trying to find a way to stretch these seconds into eons. "It was nice seeing you again. I hope it won't be the last time?"

She shook her head while writing in her notebook. We can grab some beignets tomorrow if you're free? Meet me here again at noon and we can go together.

"Perfect!" His smile bloomed at the thought of spending more time with his girl. "I'll see you tomorrow!"

He turned back to go to his car, not paying attention to the large splash from behind him. Heart lighter than air, he danced his way back to his car. There was no person worth more sleepless nights and tired mornings than Venus and he can't wait for more time with her.

The drive back home seemed shorter while he was lost in his head. But the minute he parked in his garage, he knew he had to focus in order to stay silent. While Sam never cared about what Christian did with his time, the fact that he came back later than what he promised was all he needed to fear the coming of the Southern Mothern Hen.

Creeping his way inside, he was relieved that the lights were turned off and not a soul was in the living room.

Until a single lamp was turned on and Sam was sitting on the couch.

"Mate-"

"Do you know what time it is, young man?" He didn't give Christian any time to respond. "I'll tell you what time it is. It's damn near midnight, when you said you'd be back by 10 PM." The southern man got up and started pacing around. "I thought, 'you're a grown man, you don't need me to follow you like a mama duck, even after you're meetin' some mysterious woman.'"

Sam stopped in the middle of the room and gave Christian a death glare. "But nooo, you had to stay out longer and make all of us worry over your sorry ass!"

"Uh, who is us-"

"Not the point, Christian!" He rubbed his temples and let out a fatherly sigh. "I know you love this girl, but seein' her on a random night by a bridge? I'm just worried that you're going to get caught up in some stupid shit."

Despite only being three or so years older than him, Sam always spoke with the wisdom of a man who's lived a thousand lifetimes. He should really listen to his advice before he does end up like Darlin'.

(He can't help but think of the parallels between his situation and Darlin's. Guilt still fills his body when he thinks of them, and he's left to wonder what would happen if they had a Sam in their life to step in. Sometimes he feels unworthy for Sam's care because he doesn't deserve it. They did. But they'll never get that help because they're gone and it's no thanks to him.)

Christian sighed, letting go of his defensive guard. "Alright, I'll be more careful. But like, fuck…" He fell onto the couch in desperation. "I really like this girl, Sam. I don't want to mess it up."

"And you won't." Sam sat down to pat Christian's back. "I'm just askin' you to exercise a level of caution. I mean, last time you mentioned her, you didn't even get her name."

"..."

"You got her name this time, right Christian?"

"I'll get it tomorrow?"

"Oh my Lord, you love sick fool."

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Thank God Christian turned his back to Alexis just in time for him to not see three figures appear from the water onto the bridge. Bless his oblivious heart for missing every sign.

"Chrissy? The mysterious human man was Christian? Alexis Solaire, you are better than this." Of course Darlin' was the first one to speak. It made sense, they knew him back from when they were human, so they had the most opinion. Which is exactly why she didn't want to tell them about her little date.

"Oh come on, he's not that bad. He's… interesting." Interesting was code for an asshole that has caught her attention. But it wasn't her fault that they were both assholes who gravitated towards each other.

"He's interesting alright! Interesting enough to shove a knife into!" They paced up and down the bridge, the waves beneath them moving wherever they did. "Oh my lord, now I know why William made us follow you. I thought it was because he was just being a worried bitch but no! He had actual reason to worry!"

Finally she found an opening to speak her piece. "Great point, why on Earth are all three of you here? And what gave William the right to send three of his sirens to follow me?" She couldn't help but feel patronized. She was a grown woman, older than the three in front of her in both human and siren years. If there were any of them who can take care of herself, it's her.

Vincent yawned and rubbed his eyes. "None of us want to be here, so William said that if we didn't, he's going to station us in the Drake Passage to sink some ships." He shivered at the thought, and Alexis couldn't blame him. The last time she was there, her human skin matched the blue shade of her scales.

"And like, I would send an army after my daughter if I knew her man was Christian," they shuddered. She wonders if Darlin's hatred was because of an unfinished past with him, anger and resentment brewing inside her friend over how they died.

"Oh, don't be so ridiculous, Darlin'," Porter chuckled. She was waiting for him to pipe up with some smart comment. "He's... quite the character, certainly, but if that's what it takes to get Alexis's head out of her arse, then..." He crossed his arms and laughed at the dark glare she gave him.

Darlin' smacked the backside of his head, ignoring the faux pout on his face. "Porter there are better men to teach that lesson." They all raised their eyes at Darlin', wondering who would be a 'better lesson' for their dear princess.

Not appreciating the confused yet amused stares from their friends, Darlin' just mumbled about how she could have learned from their mistakes rather than making her own. It was fair game, but that was assuming that Darlin's 'mistakes' were their fault. They were not.

"Can we go home? Me and Lovely have reservations at a restaurant and I need to go." He yawned, a telltale sign that Vincent was tired and needed to recharge with Lovely. It was sickeningly adorable, and she was happy that he found someone to spend his eternity with.

Darlin' wasn't having any of it. "Shut up, Vincent! Some of us have actual problems like making sure our friends don't end up with mediocre men." Harsh words aside, it was clear that they didn't mean to sound rude, they were just angry over the situation.

"Well, at least this 'Christian' won't be able to kill her," Porter mused. He made a dramatic turn towards Darlin', ready to push them to their absolute limit. "That was why you came, wasn't it?"

For fuck's sakes Porter, that was low blow. Even for her.

Rightfully so, Darlin's claws and fangs appeared, eyes sharpening like a shark. "You absolute fucking asshole!" They tackled Porter back into the water, and thankfully, Porter's head hadn't floated back to the surface. Yet at least.

"Do you really like him?" Vincent asked from beside her.

She thought about it. Christian was definitely the man who's made her feel more… she didn't what he made her feel. Alexis Solaire (formerly known as Alexis Getty) didn't feel love. For as long as she could remember, the most she would feel was a strong 'like'. But love? She wasn't sure she was capable of that feeling.

But that was until William and Vincent sparked the familial love she didn't have towards her own biological family. Or how Porter and Darlin' bonded over the platonic love they all share for each other.

Maybe Christian would be the person to teach her romantic love.

"I don't know Vince, but I think we should check on Darlin' and make sure they haven't mauled Porter by now."

Vincent's demeanour perked up with realization. "Shit- We can't have them rip his arm off again!" He jumped back into the water, trying to stop the coastal line from becoming shark-infested again.

Alexis looked up at the moon. She still doesn't believe she deserves this chance of a beautiful second life. All of her mistakes and regrets always prevented her from living in the present. But with how Christian carries himself, being able to let things bounce off him, it inspires her that maybe she can do the same thing.

She smiled. She can't wait to see Christian messy with powder sugar all over his mouth.

#redacted asmr #redacted fanfic #redacted christian #redacted alexis #i have so much for this au #my poor deity au is crying in the back ground #hehehehe #zo writes tingz #this is zo speaking

[zaradress]

brothers best friend

pairing: Callum McGinley x Airey reader warnings: sexual content, age gap, unprotected sex, thigh riding, daddy kink prompt: Faye is Callum Airey's sister and has an extreme attraction to Callums best friend Callux.

Fuck he looked good. I sat as I watched him behind the scenes of a sidemen shoot. Every bone in me tries to disguise how attracted I am to him, since I know that nothing will ever happen between the two of us.

For one he is 10 years older than me and is not even supposed to be an option with how my brother would react to his best friend having sexual thoughts about me.

Cal would literally kill me if I even initiate something with Lux. But I couldn't ignore the fact that whenever he was around my knees instantly fold or my panties become less and less dry.

The thing is I can't get him off my mind. Perhaps it's because I'm just horny and have never had a sexual experience but if you ask me it's more than that. Since there was just something in me that wanted to make him proud or just want his approval and no one else's.

I haven't even realised that I have been staring at him for the past couple of minutes. Because of my staring Lux sent me a questionable look.

"Alright lets take 20, everyone", some person behind the camera shouted. Probably since they were going to be here the entire day. I am only going to be here for another hour until my mom can come pick me up. So I definitely understand why they are taking a break.

Callux starts walking towards me. My brother had left with some of the guys to get some food from the buffet. "Aren't you going to go eat?" I ask him politely trying to not make it obvious that just a couple of minutes ago I was thinking about him being inside of me.

"Not really hungry for food", he responds.

I give him a confused look. "Than what are you hungry for?" I laugh a little through the confusion.

His eyes travel up and down my body stopping at my clenched thighs that were closer together than anything else on this world. Lux sits down next to me. "Why are your thighs so clenched, here let me help you", he puts his soothing hand on my thigh. Trying to relax my muscles. His hand traveling further and further up my thigh.

Good thing I am wearing my jeans. Otherwise I probably would have come un done right there and then. I close my eyes and put my head back. Enjoying a feeling I probably will never feel again. He retrieves his hands and I quickly open my eyes again. "All better", he says.

"Thanks I guess", I say whilst crossing my legs. My cheeks turn to a rosey color.

"So why were you staring at me before", well what am I supposed to say to that, "that I was thinking about how you could fuck me good", that would just be stupid.

I look at Callum who looked at me in a shocked manner. "Oh my fucking god I did not just say that out loud. Please tell me I didn't say that", he laughs a little.

"Yes you did and yes I could", he says and gets up. Leaving me in utter disbelief.

I just can't believe I said that. At least he didn't feel uncomfortable. More like amusing.

The boys returned with food on some paper plates and sat down in the studio. Not being able to stand the weird tension in this room whilst Callux was talking to my brother as if I hadn't just seconds ago said that I want him to fuck me, I decide to get some food.

At the buffet there were a lot of options. But I was most interested in the rice so I took some rice and vegetables. I sat down in the empty room not even hungry.

I decide to not eat my food and just sit there playing with the strings of the holes in my jeans. All of a sudden someone sits down beside me. Lux. "There you are, I've been looking for you", I couldn't even look at him and hide my face in my hands. Still embarrassed over what I had done earlier. "Why are you hiding you're. Come on it wasn't that bad. I get it I was your age once too and fuck me I wanted to fuck anyone if they'd given me the chance", I laugh he gets a hold of my hands and put them down.

"Well the thing is, this is probably tmi but I just think I need to say this. I have never had a sexual experience, not even by myself and I have never had the urge to but I don't know lately every fucking time I see you...thats enough information", I tell him.

He looks at me a little shocked. His hand travel to my thigh stopping at a hole in my jeans. "Never? You have to be kidding right. There is no way not even you have played with yourself", he says his hand sliding in to the loose hole in my jeans. His hand caressing my naked thigh.

"I just never have had the urge. And I am honestly scared of doing anything to myself", he looks me in the eyes. I know what he is thinking probably. "I need to stop talking", I say.

The thing is just the feeling of his hand on my thigh could make me tell him anything if he asked me. "Don't rush it, okay? One day you will find a guy you find attractive and then things will just unravel", he tells me. "Because even if I wanted to give you that pleasure I can't. Cal is my best friend and it would literally kill me", he tells me. I nod understanding everything he is telling me.

Suddenly my phone begins to vibrate and with that Callum decided to leave. I pick up the phone and my mother immediately says that she's here. So I get my things and leave.

Before I can even enter the car she says something. "So you're staying at your brother place today. He's not very happy about it and neither am I but I have no other choice", she says.

"What do you mean you have no other choice?" I ask her confused as to what she means by that.

"I got a call from a client in Edinburgh and have to catch a flight today. I swear I'm going to change firms because this is actually not okay anymore", she says. Lately her law firm has been only sending her to the further away places and has had to travel last minute. She is in her own opinion starting to turn grey because of this.

"Well can't I just stay alone at home", she laughs.

We pull up to Callums apartment. "There is no way I'm letting you stay alone. What if something happens? No no I'm already turning grey there is no way I am letting you do that", she says. "I packed you a bag for the night get it from the backseat". She gives me a kiss on the cheek and leaves after I get the bag and shut the door.

I walk up to his apartment and lock the door after entering. Leaving all my stuff in the living room and sitting down on the couch. Intending to take a nap. But that nap turned into a three hour long sleep. Which probably would have been longer if I hadn't heard the door unlock.

The three boys enter. "I'm never doing sidemen shoots again it takes way to fucking long", my brother says.

"What are you yapping about you always want to be there", Harry said obviously exhausted.

"Yeah and then I end up regretting it", they all took off their jackets and shoes. Finally noticing me after.

"I didn't know your sister was staying here", Harry says. Callux looked at me slightly surprised I was here.

"Yeah forgot to tell you guys but my mum told me about it just a few hours ago", Cal says.

"Well I'm gonna hit the hay", Harry says.

"Same, well at least a nap", Cal says and turns to me before entering his room. "Don't do anything stupid and you know where everything is", he says and enters his room.

Now it was just me and Lux. Who has gone to the fridge to get a drink. "Aren't you going to go to bed?" I ask him.

"Not really tired so no", he says and sits down beside me.

"So you're not really hungry and not really tired than what are you", I laugh at him.

He laughs as well closing his eyes and putting his head back. "Really fucking horny that's what I am", he laughs. I couldn't tell if he was joking or not. But I felt a little courageous. So with him not having opened his eyes yet I straddle his lap.

Immediately he opens his eyes. "What the fuck are you doing", he says placing his hands on my thighs. I put my hands around his neck.

"Nothing, just thought your lap would be more comfortable", I smirk lightly.

He takes a deep breath his eyes traveling from my eyes to my lips. I adjust a little to be more comfortable. To which he holds down my hips so it becomes more difficult for e to move as well as putting some pressure. A very light moan escapes my lips when I feel something pressing against my sex. I hide my face in the crook of his neck.

Because of the light moan he pushes against me again making me moan again. I started to roll my hips and he pushed hard against me. "Lux", I moan into his ear and he groans. "Harder", I tell him. And he listens pushing very hardly against my sex as I roll my hips meeting his.

All of a sudden he stops my hips. I look at him confused and desperate. "Straddle my leg. I want you to fuck yourself on my leg", says putting a hair behind my ear. I have never done anything like this. But I am submissive and oblige happily to his command. I straddle his leg and start rolling my hips hard and fast.

"Just like that", he says. "Such a good girl", he starts to bounce his leg which makes me moan even harder. He puts a hand against my mouth to muffle my moans.

I couldn't get enough of the sensation and I was getting closer to my climax. "Lux I think I'm close", I tell him.

"No you're not, I am telling you when you are close. You listen to me", he says. Only making more wet. I loved being controlled by him. Being told what to do.

I bite down on his shoulder lightly to muffle my moans. Because the constant rubbing against his leg and rough material was getting to me. "Now take off your jeans", he tells me. I stand up quickly and take off my jeans. He unzips his jeans. A prominent budge visible. But he doesn't take them off fully. I straddle his lap yet again in my underwear. He pulls out his dick.

"Lux how is that supposed to fit. It's so big", I tell him starting to get scared of the pain I might feel.

"Don't worry I will be slow and careful. It might hurt but you won't have to take me entirely", he says. His hands travel to my underwear pulling it aside. And then I position myself on him.

It hurt but in a good way. I moan silently knowing we aren't alone. I start going down his shaft. It was visible how desperate he was for it to go faster.

"Your doing so great just keep going", he says his hands guiding my hips. I reach the end and start to roll my hips. As he starts to fuck into me as well.

I wanted to scream instead whimpers were coming out because of how much ecstasy I was feeling. He started going harder. His dick pushing hard inside of me. Going in and out every time harder. I rolled my hips faster.

Never have I never felt anything like this. "Such a good girl aren't you", he tells me. "Such a good girl for Daddy aren't you", he says which makes me moan a little too loud. "Quiet you don't want us to get caught do you?", he asks.

"No I don't daddy, I'm sorry", I hold in my moans which is harder than what you would think. I get close to his ear. "Daddy", I whisper. To which he thrust became deeper and harder.

"Ugh, I don't know how much longer I can take", I tell him. Lux repositions us so he's on top and I am laying on the sofa.

"Just a little more, so daddy can come with you", he says.

The thrust were only getting harder and holding in my climax wasn't getting easier. "Alright princess you can cum now", his thrusts have become sloppier and he came inside of me at the same time as I did.

Still inside of me he lied on top of me a little. Applying as little pressure as possible. "Fuck that was good", he says.

He gets up and puts his dick in his away. Going to the bathroom. Lux returns with a towel. "Let me clean you up a bit", he says and starts cleaning me up.

I was still in shock of how good it was. Maybe it was worth the wait? "Lux?" I say.

"Yeah?", he says returning from between my legs to a normal state. I put my underwear to it's original state and go to my bag to get my shorts.

"Cal can't find out about this I say", to which he nods and agrees. I put my shorts on. "That was fucking amazing though.", I say and lay my head on his lap.

As I start to fall asleep again. Exhausted.

#callummcginley #callux #sidemen #calluxsmut #callummcginleysmut #calfreezy #callumairey #smut #brothers best friend #harry lewis

[ciaossu-imagines]

Using this prompt and considering the fact that there’s a small cast of characters for Mystic Messenger, I just had fun doing all the characters! I hope you’ll enjoy!

The character wakes up next to you in the same bed after a night of drinking. What is their reaction?

Jumin

So, I’m going into all these reactions assuming that you’re either a complete stranger to the character or you’re a friend who they are not in a relationship with, because if you were in a relationship, the characters would be largely unbothered. Going with that assumption, I feel like it would be insanely rare for this to happen to Jumin and, if it did, he’d be horrified when he woke up to find another person in his bed and really disgusted with himself, especially so if it was a complete stranger. Regardless of how he’s internally feeling though, he would push down those emotions and would be a complete gentleman about it. He’d immediately get dressed and leave if the bed wasn’t his own, and if you were a friend, he would apologize to you afterwards and would put some distance between the two of you for a little while afterwards, just until he could sort out his emotions regarding what happened. If it was his own bed, I feel like he’d still get dressed right away and probably head right into a shower. He’d offer you Tylenol and breakfast if you wanted it when you woke up and would arrange to have you driven home afterwards. If you were just a complete stranger, I think he’d want little contact with you afterwards, just because he is feeling that shame in his actions, and if you were a friend, I feel he’d behave very much as mentioned above.

Zen

Zen has gotten drunk and found himself in this situation at least once before in his life. It isn’t a completely new experience to him and he’s more casually cool about it. He’s never thrilled about it, because he does feel like he might have potentially taken advantage of a drunk person, regardless of the fact that he was also drunk. He’d definitely have some weird healthy juice concoction he makes to take the edge off the hangover and he’d probably scour the kitchen of either his or your place to try to make it for both you and him. He’d never just leave and pretend it didn’t happen because that isn’t okay in his mind so he would stick around and wait for you to wake up if it was your bed. He’d need to check to make sure you were okay with what had happened the night before and he’d probably check to see if there was any connection with you if you were a stranger, to see if there might be an opportunity for this to develop into more than a one-night stand. If you were already his friend, he’d definitely feel the need to make sure that you were okay with whatever had happened the night before. He might even apologize for whatever had happened right off the bat, just because he feels a little guiltier about the situation if it happens with someone he does know and already cares about in some form. I could also see him, with someone who was already a friend, being really open to seeing if there is potential for a relationship to come out of a drunken one-night stand.

Saeyoung

Saeyoung is disturbed. Like, the boy is not at all mentally okay with this, no matter who you are to him. He doesn’t drink often, and he already hates the fact that he got drunk, since he’d always promised himself he wouldn’t do that, wouldn’t risk turning into his mother. The fact that he’d probably had sex with either a complete stranger or one of his friends after getting drunk makes him feel sick, to be honest, and I think the mixture of that guilt, self-loathing, and the hangover might send him right to the bathroom to throw up. He’d either be really short and curt with you or would be tossing out bad jokes but either way, he’s going to try to leave the situation as quickly as he could. He wants out of wherever he is, he doesn’t even care if it’s his own place, just as fast as his legs could carry him and he’d probably ghost you completely or at least for a few days and he’d do everything he could, if you were his friend and when he got back to talking to you, to pretend it had never happened.

Yoosung

His brain breaks. So hard. He’s already got a terrible hangover, because he’s a quick drunk and gets really plastered easily, and to deal with both that fogging his mind and the realization that he isn’t alone in bed…it’s way too much and he definitely wakes you up just kind of trying to not freak out as much as he wants to. He wants to check under the covers to see if he’s naked, but he gets embarrassed because what if you’re naked so he’s slipping his hands under the covers to try to feel if he’s dressed or not and trying to remember what all happened and he’s moving all over the place and just making a general ruckus. If you guys had slept together, no matter if he knew you or not, he’s blushing redder than a tomato and stuttering and stumbling because he just doesn’t know how to react or what to do and he’ll definitely need you to calm him down in the moment.

Jaehee

Jaehee probably is one of the most mature about the situation. She’s embarrassed, of course, but she has a talent for remaining level-headed. Her first step is to look for her clothes and get dressed. Then, it’s coffee. She’ll make coffee for both of you and will wake you up with coffee and Tylenol, just in case you have a hangover like she does. She’ll be very polite and will apologize to you if you seem at all uncomfortable with the previous night or the situation. Because she probably has a lot of work left to do, it’s a good excuse for her to leave an awkward situation and she’ll tell you that she has to be leaving for work but will thank you for your hospitality. If you are a friend and someone she will see, she will request that you keep what happened just between the two of you and will want to act as if it hadn’t happened moving forward.

V

V’s the other really mature one in this situation. He doesn’t get overly drunk, not to the point where he doesn’t remember what happened at least, so he knows what went on and while he does feel a large amount of shame for his actions, he’s able to remain calm in the situation. If you’re awake, he will say good morning and ask you how you are feeling. He thanks you for sharing the previous night with him and genuinely does want to know what you’re feeling emotionally in regards of what happened. That being said, he’s going to let you down as easy as he can, explaining that he’s just not in the right space to be starting a relationship, even just a sexual one, and that while he appreciates the previous night, he’d like for this to be a one-time thing.

Saeran

Saeran would not react well to this at all, honestly. He’s hungover and that makes him uncomfortable and already puts him in a bad place mentally and then he feels a lot of self-disgust for having casual sex with someone he either doesn’t know or has a friendship with. There’s just way too much that goes on in his head when he finds himself in that situation and I really thinks he can’t even talk to you, if you are awake, and he’s just laser-focused on getting his clothes on and getting as far away from the situation as fast as he can.

Rika

Rika…Rika just sees this as more proof of the darkness inside of her and she fully embraces the situation. Out of all of them, I feel like she’s the one most comfortable in the situation. She’d actually either snuggle up to you closer or would attempt to seduce you all over again, regardless of any hangovers, just because she feels like she can and feels like it’s slightly self-destructive to do so, which is something she is actively seeking.

Vanderwood

Vanderwood isn’t too shook up by the situation. It’s happened to him before, probably more than once. He’s either in your apartment or a hotel room, so he doesn’t really have to worry about kicking you out. Truth be told, he’s another one of those who are going to bail with as little follow-up interaction with you as possible.

#mystic messenger #mysmes #mysmes headcanons #headcanons #reaction headcanons #vanderwood #mary vanderwood 3rd #rika kim #saeran choi #saeyoung choi #v #jihyun kim #jaehee kang #zen #jumin han #yoosung kim

[ghostfacesvalentine]

Well would you like some coffee? - Loki Laufeyson x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Loki x Fem!Reader

Warnings: I mean, some mentions of trauma, not much honestly.

Type: One shot

Request: Hi I love your work! Could you do a Loki x reader where the reader has a major crush on Loki but feels so hopeless abt it bc why would a god like a girl like her w/ childhood trauma and a weird laugh. Hope you have a good day :)

Word Count: 3,622

Prompt: Reader has a crush on Loki, but feels hopeless.

Notes: Ok so, obviously I didn’t know where this was going towards the end, I kind of had a brain fart so maybe I’ll revisit this. Let me know if you like it or not!

You loved working with the avengers, it was a surreal experience. You never would’ve imagined living in the tower, not to mention the fact that you didn’t have or do anything really special, at least compared to those around you. 

You weren’t a god, you weren’t a trained from childhood assassin, you weren’t enhanced in any way or born with any kind of skill as others were. You were just a girl who worked at a coffee shop who got close to Wanda. She tended to visit your little shop of coffee and pastries every other day. 

Wanda would talk to you about anything, you always made her feel like she wasn’t an experiment. She beamed at the fact that you didn’t particularly “handle” her like she was a lethal weapon, even though she could be. She needed someone like that in her life and you were it.

You two bonded over your struggles, often making jokes about it though you both knew you meant well. You pulled each other together, it was no secret that you needed one another just as much. It seemed fairly easy to be honest with Wanda and your openness reflected on her just as quickly.

Working at the coffee shop could only pay you so much, even with tips, you were struggling to make ends meet. Thankfully you were able to snack on whatever they had at your work and drink endless amounts of coffee, which couldn’t be healthy, but it certainly kept you up and picking up as many shifts as you could.

Wanda, hearing from your struggles didn’t hesitate to invite you in, as a roommate, sort of. She had a bumpy relationship with Tony, she didn’t ask him for much, in fact, this would probably be the first favor she’s ever requested of him. He wasn’t entirely on board with the idea of taking in someone nobody really knew other than Wanda, not into the avengers tower at least. Bruce wasn’t really excited about it either, but it was obvious that Wanda had made up her mind. It didn’t appear that anyone really wanted to stop her anyway.

Eventually, the heroes warmed up to you, you were at a point where you knew how everyone liked their coffee. You brought the facility together and made them feel way more at home, since you spent most of the days having free time, only working at the shop rather casually, you invested your time in learning basic house chores: cooking, cleaning, rearranging the living room, doing laundry, you even took up taking in real house plants. Real, houseplants.

You’ve heard stories of their adventures and missions, there was always a conversation to be had when you were all together, you didn’t have to worry about the place looking dull.

Eventually Tony began to let his guard down around you, joking with the idea that if you revealed any of their classified information, you’d disappear off the face of this earth “nothing would be left of you” is how he put it, which you half believed.

You weren’t interested in disintegrating the avengers, you only needed a place to stay. The topic would eventually surface, the one that felt like a jab to everyone’s ribcage. The story that became of Loki, Thor's adoptive brother. The mood seemed to shift, there was not a real consensus about the demi-god.

Loki’s name alone appeared to be their trigger word, as everyone’s eyes seemed to search in their memories unwillingly.

It appeared that when his name would scatter throughout the room, there was that stiffness that played like a domino effect among those who had met the Demi-god. The more time you spent with the Avengers, the more common the uneasy feeling seemed.

You saw the news, it was everywhere, you had to be completely and utterly secluded if you didn’t know about New York a few years back. The scar still seemed prominent, especially in Tony’s demeanor. 

“It’s the only way Stark. I trust no other to keep a watchful eye on him.” Thor pleaded, you were in the process of making a morning coffee for Wanda, who was curled up against the stool across from you. The room only rattled with Thor's thundering voice and Tony’s denial, your eyes shifted around the room quickly, you didn’t know what to do, you were the last one to have anything to say about this.

Steve was sitting across from Wanda, mimicking both of your silence, Bruce observed both Tony and Thor, even from afar you could tell he was having flashbacks of the aftermath. From what you understood, Loki was troubled, but he was not loved by anyone more than Thor. Even after finding out he was not of his own blood, his love remained the same, you could tell by the way he argued with Tony.

Natasha was on the couch next to Clint, curled up in a rather relaxed manner, the only sound was coming from your spoon twirling in the glass. There was no way you knew what to say, of course you witnessed a few similar arguments, hell you were the reason for some of them, not as of late, thankfully. This time, instead of the tones soothing, they only became harsher, you weren’t there to witness any physical altercations between the group, but Wanda would reveal some scenarios she would be present for. 

Your fingertips became sweaty, nervousness was an understatement. Setting the glass down near Wanda, you stood near her, her eyes meeting yours. It didn’t take long for her to give you a voiceless reassurance. 

Somewhere along the raised voices, came a jolting “Alright!!” straining from Tony’s throat, which caused a simultaneous startle among the witnesses, especially you. You made note of Thor’s relief displayed across his eyes and face. Still, he seemed to be the only one relieved, there were unsure looks throughout the room, your eyes refused to meet with anyone except Wanda's, nothing out of the ordinary.

Months have passed, but there were still times you reflected to that argumentative moment, you’d be lying to yourself if you said that wasn’t one of the scariest moments you’ve witnessed so far. It didn’t take an analytic to see that the tensions were high and those around, were simply waiting for someone, anyone to make a move. You, of course, believed you’d be the first one down, you knew nothing about fighting, you could barely hold your own and it only made you feel more out of place.

It was ridiculous in your opinion, but Wanda was always there to reassure you it was not. Still, you felt in your heart it was. At times, you’d ask her to teach you to fight, but her excuse was that her way of fighting, wouldn’t involve methods you could use. She wasn’t wrong, if you needed to go to anyone, Steve was your best bet. 

There was some kind of embarrassment you felt in asking for help in that way, of course over time you began to feel more comfortable, but you still had a long way to go. 

Loki had been living in the tower for the last few months, the air felt dense. It felt as if everyone was constantly on edge, which you didn’t doubt they were. It seemed like Thor was the only bridge between Loki and the avengers, but you didn’t mind him much. In fact, when you first met him, you thought he was the most gorgeous being you’ve ever laid your eyes on. His cheekbones were utterly defined, his prompt black hair really exaggerated his pale skin, complementing those jeweled eyes, though you wouldn’t dare get lost in them, it seemed like they held the universe’s secrets in them. 

You allowed Thor to introduce you briefly, but it didn’t seem like Loki minded you much, of course he didn’t, but in all honesty, it seemed like he wasn’t happy to be there at all. You didn’t blame him though, you weren’t too sure how you’d feel moving into a place where you traumatized everyone and had no way to gain their complete trust back. You were torn between both points of view, from what Wanda explained to you, she told you what it was like to be manipulated and be told that all the harm you’re causing was for the greater good. She would talk to you with tears in her eyes about what it was like you have your mind shattered and be molded into a weapon. 

This was all her experience of course, there was no way you could compare both Wanda and Loki, but there was some insight at least. You’d think about it from time to time, it would riddle your mind, you couldn’t help it. Seeing the way he was treated even though he never displayed any sign of ill intent or malice, yet he was unwelcome.

You’d hesitate to intervene in his reading time, although there were too many conversation starters to use, you refrained from bothering him. You could offer him something to drink, but something always stopped you. It was no secret to yourself that you didn’t have the best confidence, you’d be surprised to have any, but this always talked you out of bothering Loki.

As the months continued to roll by, you did your best to stay out of Loki’s way, you kept from staring into his eyes, not because you were particularly afraid, you were just shy. There was no way you even had to courage to look him in the eyes and smile, even a simple ‘hello’ seemed so taxing. You were content with just staying in your corner.

At times, you were bound to walk into each other, well not literally, you were too cautious not to do so, but it seemed like Loki would frequent the study, or the library. You did your best to keep the place clean having nothing else to do, but when you’d see the demi-god inhabiting the room, you refused to walk in. You couldn’t avoid him forever of course, there were times where he’d relax against the couch, his eyes interlocked with the scriptures on the yellow tinted pages, head down, eyebrows furrowed, so concentrated on the piece. 

You began to catch yourself intaking meaningless details, your heart accelerating at the thought of him catching you. This confused you of course, maybe you were just terrified of the idea of him catching you watch him from afar, it was creepy of course, but you just couldn’t look away, you just couldn’t. You didn’t really want to either.

There had been enough awkward encounters between you that you had to briefly apologize. 

One morning, Wanda slept in post battle, you greeted the abandoned kitchen, not knowing what to do with yourself. You decided to begin what you did best, coffee. You hummed at the sight of the drink brewing, the aroma floating around the air aimlessly, maybe a few morning muffins wouldn’t hurt. As you turned toward the pantry, you heard quiet footsteps, feeling the dense presence behind you. 

Your continuous efforts to stay away from Loki grew useless, you knew that uneasy feeling had to be for a reason as you turned your head to see Loki towering over you. His emerald eyes beamed at the sight of you, his eyebrows frowned in concern, you could only look up to him, your mouth trying to choke out a few words. “Is something wrong?” Were the only words that could escape your mouth. He’s never taken you into account, it was always like you never existed to him, it was an all too familiar feeling. 

A small shake of the head came over him as his eyes stayed on yours, then shifting to the features around your face, which only made you even shyer. You couldn’t avoid his gaze if you prayed to the gods, you were sure he made not of your warm cheeks and accelerated heartbeat. 

“You’ve never asked me how I like my coffee.” 

The black haired demi-god uttered before you, your eyes widened at his complaint, you looked down in disbelief “I’m so sorry, I didn’t even think you liked coffee.” You responded as you continued your walk to the pantry. There was nothing that could prepare you for this moment, you couldn’t fathom a response quick enough. There was a brief silence between you, only the movement of shuffling items in the pantry.

“I’m only teasing Lady Y/N” He admitted with a playful tone, you could only let out a chuckle in response, retrieving what you needed and bringing it back over to the counter with the coffee maker. 

You didn’t trust yourself to look over to Loki, now that you thought about it, you couldn’t even remember if you’ve ever looked him in the eyes.

It’s not that you were scared of him, you weren’t, but there was just something about bringing your eyes over to him for longer than a second that just made it unbearable.

Another moment of silence passed, it was only then that you gathered enough courage to speak “Well, would you like some coffee?” 

This time, the silence wasn’t brief, in fact he responded close to instantly “If I could trouble you for some.”

Loki seemed so undeniably polite, it was like you couldn’t picture him harming a single body, let alone leading a whole army to invade New York. If there wasn’t video footage and thousands of witnesses along with the string of Avengers, you would’ve for sure been a “Disaster of New York” denier.

Your hand flinched back quickly when a few drops of hot coffee dripped onto your index finger, letting the cup drop and dribble against the kitchen counter. A simultaneous gasp filled the air for a brief moment. 

Instinctively, you brought your finger up to ease between your lips, a habit that had been brewing since you were in pre-school. 

To say you were embarrassed is an understatement. “Are you alright?” You heard the soothing voice get closer. Your eyes trailed up to meet the icy blue ones focused on your injured finger. 

Loki pulled your hand away from you face to take a look at the almost non-existent injury. “Let me take a look.” Though you pathetically attempted to jerk your hand away from his, there was a brief moment of being mesmerized by his concern. “It’s nothing, really. I should’ve been more careful.” You insisted.

Frowning as Loki seemed to take this more serious than it was, he reached over for a kitchen towel, wiping your finger to expose the lack of injury. It was then he seemed relieved. You pulled your hand back, moving the mug to allow Loki to wipe the counter of the spilled drink. 

“I certainly didn’t mean the trouble, please allow me.” Loki protested as he finished cleaning the counter of the spill, referring to the coffee pot. 

“No, no I was the one who offered. Come on, I can pour some coffee. I know I may just seem like a lousy mortal but I can pour some coffee.” Though you joked, it seemed like you were the only one laughing. There was a flush of regret that came over you when your eyes took a quick glance towards Loki.

He didn’t seem reactive in any way instantly, which was always worrisome for you when you took the liberty to make any joke. 

Your smile disappeared as quickly as it came, looking away from him as you continued to pour the coffee into the mug. The thought of even asking if you did something wrong seemed to terrify you more than anything at the moment. 

“Is that what you think I view you as?” Loki hummed as his hand moved the rag towards the edge of the kitchen counter. You fiddled with your bottom lip, this time feeling the weight of being an adult who shouldn’t run from questions you didn’t want to answer, this being one of them.

“I don’t know what you view me as. In fact I didn’t think you viewed me as anything at all, if I’m being honest” You half laughed at your lack of lies in your answer. 

“Nonsense, you’re hard to keep eyes off of.” Loki admitted nonchalantly as you brought the mug towards him. 

You rewarded his response with a stiff silence, not knowing exactly how to respond. “Cream?” you pathetically asked. You could’ve said anything else, wanting to be anywhere but here at this very moment.

A chuckle formed across the Demi-god’s lips, his eyes flicked towards the black liquid in the blue mug. “I don’t think so, would you have any sugar?” Loki asked in return, not phased by your response.

You nodded eagerly, showing him the different types. His eyes distracted by the options, he observed the packaging before deciding upon the most natural option. 

Loki was now added to your list of coffee making, after some trial and error, you both managed to figure out how he liked his coffee best. Black, with four packs of cane sugar. 

It wouldn’t take long for you to begin to trust him. You began to ramble on about your experiences, miniscule in comparison of his own stories yet he never seemed to be bored of yours. Not all of them were the best, on either sides, of course with life came ups and downs and the more you spoke about it, the more you realized you had more downs than ups. 

He took note of that, his eyes would shift to a sympathetic view of the person before him, explaining their experiences. Sometimes you’d catch yourself and cut the story short, something he never liked. It wasn’t until you got more comfortable with him that he would argue for you to finish your story or ask for more details.

The others began to notice how close you both had gotten, Wanda especially. You’d explain to her how he seemed so delicate and charming. You even confided in her how you had issues accepting his past actions. She didn’t seem completely in agreeance of your new friendship because she knew you so well. Wanda saw your crush before you saw it yourself, eventually spending nights talking about it along with how to deal with it.

There came a night, where you couldn’t sleep, no matter how much you tossed and turned. It wasn’t often you had sleepless nights, but when you did, it was impossible to get back to bed soon. 

You opted for the calmest room you could think of, the library. Sometimes just sitting on the couch, being surrounded by warm lighting and cozy corners often became your lullaby. Tonight, someone already beat you to it. 

Loki’s eyes met yours at the sound of an intruder, there was a moment of silence then interrupted by the Demi-god sitting across the velvet couch with a thick book in hand. “Can’t sleep?” He greeted you.

You shook your head, rubbing your eyes as you made your way towards him. Crawling onto the couch and figuring out what he was reading so intently at these hours of the night. 

“Sometimes when I can’t sleep, I read the bed time stories my mother used to read me.” Loki admitted as he looked down to the pages scribbled in Norse writing. Your head leaned over to rest on his shoulder, a familiar position you grew to retreat to. 

It would be hard for Loki to admit, but he was quite fond of your touch. He never moved when you touched him or laid your head on his shoulder. At times, you’d be so tired from running errands, when he’d invite you to read with him, you would end up falling asleep. Sometimes on him and he would refuse to move a muscle. 

Of course you’d be embarrassed in the beginning, but he would soon become your safe space. 

“Y/N” Loki whispered to you as you felt your eyelids heavy. “Hm?” You mumbled as you tied to lift your head at the sound of your name on his lips. “You’re so sweet.” He admitted to himself, pressing his lips against your head. 

The feeling of course sparked your heart to race against your chest. Your eyes no longer feeling the weight of sleep. You felt your face redden, looking down towards both of your laps. “You know, I’ve always been troubled with admitting how I felt, understanding really would be the most difficult part. Still, the time I’ve spent with you, I believe I just find it relieving to meet someone who doesn’t have war on their mind.”

Your face shifted to confusion, not being sure if you were just friend zoned. You pulled your head away from his shoulder to look him directly in the eyes. “I like spending time with you too Loki.” There was no way you could control your wandering eyes at this point, they darted to the curves of his lips, refusing to look elsewhere. 

Loki made note of it, shifting his gaze between your eyes then reflecting to look at your lips. “No, I don’t think I’ve made myself clear lady Y.N.” His body shifted so slightly to face you. It only took a moment to have him lean in towards you. You shot up in surprise at the ease of his movement, staying in place as he pressed his lips against yours. 

There was no way you could avoid the butterflies that set free in you at his touch. You instantly pressed your lips against his, closing your eyes in return. 

You’ve made both of yourselves clear.

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