#and if there were a deity who listened I would pray to them that it does not kill my baby

[hwanghyunjinenthusiast]

✨️1K Followers Celebration Day 6: Seventeen bias wrecker - Dino✨️

Affect

AN: This has been in my drafts for 600 years because those clips of him from In The Soop still haunt me. I just think it's funny that because it took me so long to get to this, we got even more shirtless Dino in the gym content recently. Clearly a sign from the universe to finish this lmao. I was going to go on a whole unhinged rant about him but, I'll spare you all. We're all going to ignore that 1. his is the longest so far and 2. I've written the most for him out of every idol, thanks.

Synopsis: You thought working out with Chan would be a fun, productive way to spend time together. However, you're sorely unprepared for just how distracting he can be.

Heads up: Lee Chan x Fem! Reader, friends to lovers of sorts, Reader going through it because of her attraction to Chan, praise kink (f. receiving), Chan being a menace, technically public sex I guess (they fuck in the gym but, no one catches them and it's not brought up as a concern), hair pulling, dirty talk, petnames used for Reader, nipple play (f. receiving), oral sex (f. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), unprotected piv sex, Reader cries a little and creampie.

Word count: 4138

I will block you if you are a minor and/or have no easily visible indication of your age on your blog if you interact with me in any way.

You knew you were doomed the moment you saw Chan in his workout clothing. His shirt sticking to his torso and practically acting like a second skin. You're sure if you looked hard enough, you could see the outlines of his nipples. His shorts were worse, somehow. Beckoning you to look at his toned thighs and zero in on how they hugged his ass.

Today is going to be more challenging than you anticipated.

"So, where do you want to start?" He asks, snapping you out of so blatantly ogling one of your closest friends. God, what're you thinking? You're here to spend time with him. Not think about how broad his shoulders are and just how muscular his ass would feel if you gave it a squeeze or five.

"You're the gym expert. You tell me," You pray to whichever deity is listening that Chan mistakes the delicate quality in your voice for anything other than how much just seeing him dressed like this affects you.

His laugh is boisterous and fills you with so much warmth, turning the already present butterflies in your stomach into dragons. One person shouldn't have this much power over you.

"I better not hear any complaining then," he responds with a wide smile, his eyes crinkling with mirth. Yeah, maybe being alone with the man you're borderline in love with isn't the wisest decision you've ever made, but it's too late now. You resist the scowl that wants to make itself known on your face when you invision a knowing Soonyoung in your mind. He's the one who suggested this to begin with. You're definitely going to be having some words with him the next time you see him, that evil man. He knew exactly what he was doing.

You severely underestimated how much worse this could get. You thought just seeing him in his tight-fitting gym attire was enough to fog up your brain but, that was before you heard the noises.

Lee Chan is a vocal man in all areas of life. Well, all areas of life that you've experienced him in. He's always talking, laughing, yelling at points, singing, sometimes rapping to fill the silence, and a million other things. The point being, Chan is not a quiet man. So, it shouldn't take you by surprise that he's vocal while he's working out too.

Still, the quiet grunts that fall from his lips and fill the otherwise relatively silent gym when he lifts weights causes your heart to beat wildly in your chest. The drawn-out groans when he finishes a set or stretches out his muscles might be the worst. Coupled with the way he grits his jaw and his face contorts when he's lifting, it's frankly a miracle you haven't spontaneously combusted.

However, as you stand and watch him while he illustrates how he wants you to lift these weights to your absolute horror and mortification, you realise you're getting wet. Not only that, but a barely there ache is beginning to make itself known between your thighs.

You're sure your face is radiating enough heat to power a small apartment building. You're really getting this worked up just watching him work out? What in the world is wrong with you? Are you truly this needy? You definitely need to call Soonyoung after this and yell at him until you're hoarse.

"Do you want to try now?" Chan asks you, kind eyes focused on you. You really might be the world's worst friend.

"Yeah, sure," you respond, pulling yourself together as best as you can given that you're unravelling at the seams. The weights aren't too heavy. You test them in your hold momentarily before imitating Chan's movements. There's a slight burn in your biceps but, otherwise you feel fine. It feels good, even. The slight burn fueling you.

"That's my girl,"

Oh.

Oh no.

That's all it takes for you to falter. Your mind suddenly completely forgetting the motions for the exercise you watched minutes ago.

"You were doing good just now but, try doing it this way," he says, standing up from where he'd been seated to watch you. His hands correcting your hold on the weights and the positioning of your arms. Every brush of his fingers on your skin leaves electricity in their wake. Fuck. Fuck this is bad. This is so bad.

Trying to remember how to be a normal human being, you nod at his words. Following his guidance and resuming the exercise precisely how he showed you now that your brain is semi-functional again.

"There you go. Good job," perhaps you should be a little more concerned about just how much his praise increases your pulse and worsens the way your panties are already sticking to you, but that's a thought for examining on another day. You can only handle so much right now.

"How about some pull-ups next?"

"Chan, do I strike you as the kind of person even capable of doing a single pull-up?"

"You could learn today,"

When all you respond with is a stone faced expression, he seems to get the message loud and clear, "Okay, fine. I'll do pull-ups and you do squats. How does that sound?"

"Now you're speaking my language,"

On the ever growing list of 'things you're violently unprepared for today', the next to be added is Chan just casually taking off his shirt. That stops you dead in your tracks. Your lips parting as his bare back comes into your line of sight. You thought it was broad before, but now? Seeing it completely bare? Broad feels like too simplistic of a word to describe it.

You knew, logically, that Chan was ripped. You've seen his arms, paying special attention to them more times than you care to admit. All of the guys work out regularly, and most of them mention Chan as one of the more dedicated members of the group when it came to hitting the gym.

You knew all of that, and yet, seeing the evidence a mere few metres in front of your very eyes leaves you speechless and stunned. Chan must notice your blatantly staring because he turns to look at you over his shoulder, "Is everything okay?"

You must struggle to come up with a believable response too long because he both looks and sounds panicked as he continues on, "Shit, did I make you uncomfortable? I should've asked if you were okay with me taking my shirt off. I'm sorry."

His panic must be infectious because you soon find yourself in a similar state, "No, no, Chan, it's okay. You did nothing wrong. I don't mind you being shirtless," quite the opposite actually, and that's the issue, but you decide to keep that bit to yourself.

"Are you sure? I really don't mind putting it back on if it's a problem,"

"Yes, I'm sure. It's really not a big deal,"

He looks unsure briefly but seems to accept your words. Giving you a nod before turning back to face the pull-up bar and begin his routine. You barely register the faint sting in your thighs from how deeply your nails are clawing into them. Eagle eyes drinking in as much as you can of every muscle contraction of his back. Your panties growing uncomfortably wet now as your ears are assaulted with grunts louder than the ones before.

You need to take a cold shower that lasts hours after this. At least you have a good month's worth of masturbation material now, so there's that.

Chan finishes his set far quicker than you would've liked. Sweat drenching his handsome face and droplets running down his jaw, his neck, his collarbones, his pecs until they disappear into the waistband of his shorts. Would it be so horrible to admit that you'd love to see just where those droplets wind up? That you'd happily follow their path with your tongue instead of your eyes?

"Hey, is everything okay?" Chan asks, dropkicking you out of your obscene thoughts.

"Ye-Yeah. Why do you ask?"

"It's just um you haven't really moved, and you've been kind of...staring at me?"

Oh no. Oh god, he noticed. No fucking shit he noticed you've probably been staring at him with all of the subtly of a rhino in a tea shop. Why did you have to make a day meant to be catching up with a friend so fucking weird.

"I-sorry. You're just distracting," is what comes out of your mouth in your blind panic.

"Distracting?" He asks, titling his head, "I'm distracting? Distracting how?"

By being shirtless, with all of the noises you've been making all day, by touching me, by telling me what a good job I've been doing, by just existing in the same space as me - are all of the thoughts that spring up in your mind. All the thoughts you show a great deal of restraint in not word vomiting out at him.

To your absolute mortification, an expression akin to understanding dawns on Chan's face. You've never wanted the Earth to spilt open and swallow you whole more than in this moment.

"Oh, I'm distracting huh?" Chan asks with a grin a touch too arrogant for you, taking a step towards you.

"No! It's not - I'm not - I wasn't - it wasn't like that," you stutter out, growing ever more flustered as a shirtless, sweaty Chan invades your space.

"It wasn't like what exactly?" He asks, mischief shining clear as day in his typically warm eyes.

Before you can consciously think about it, you find yourself stepping backwards. Much to the amusement of the man you're not sure if you want to kiss or throttle in front of you.

You decide to abandon the route you were on and attempt another one, "I'm sorry for staring at you."

"You don't have to apologise," Chan waves you off, "But I do want to know why you were staring,"

It's clear as day to anyone with basic critical thinking skills why you were so laser focused on his stupid back and shoulders. He just wants you to say it. You never took Chan for the humiliation type.

"You know why," you mutter, leaning against the wall that you had no idea you'd even gotten so close to. You suppose your brain is too preoccupied with trying to keep your friendship from going up into flames.

"I don't. You have to tell me," You really want to punch that shit eating grin off of his face. Your adrenaline spiking as he takes another step towards you.

"You're really annoying, you know that?"

"I've heard that once or twice over the years. Still doesn't answer my question though,"

"I think you're attractive, okay?" You finally blurt out. Looking at everything but him in the gym. Studiously focused on one of the treadmills in towards the back, over his shoulder.

"Aw, I'm flattered," he responds, so close to you now that all you'd have to do is reach out, and you'd be touching his bare chest. You have a feeling this isn't going to bode well for you.

"Whatever. You got the answer you wanted. Are you happy now?"

"You know, for being one of the smartest women I know, you're pretty dense," he responds dryly.

"What? Hey!"

"Do you really think I'd react this way to anyone saying they think I'm hot? Do I really have to spell it out for you?"

All you can do is owlishly blink at him. His words washing over you, trying your hardest to digest what he just said to you.

"I think you might have to spell it out for me, yeah," you mutter more breathlessly than you care to admit. It certainly doesn't become any easier to breathe when Chan is fully in your space, crowding you against the gym wall. His scent flooding your system, worsening the wetness between your thighs and muddling your mind even more.

"Is this okay?" He whispers, mere centimetres away from your mouth. His eyes considerably darker than they were minutes ago.

"Yes,"

"May I kiss you?"

"Yes," if anyone asks, you don't sound needy in the slightest when you reply to him.

You quickly learn that Lee Chan, as with many other facets of his life, excels in kissing you until you can think of nothing but, him. Not your mind has been anywhere else for the past few hours to begin with.

Your hands make themselves at home on his shoulders, fingers digging into the muscle there as you pour what feels like centuries worth of yearning into this kiss.

"May I touch you?" He mutters against your mouth and, you wonder why he'd ever stop kissing you to ask such a stupid question.

"Yes, Chan. You can do whatever you want. I don't care," you rush out in response, dragging his mouth back to yours to feed into what is quickly becoming your newest addiction.

With your green light, his hands drift towards your oversized shirt. Smiling against your mouth when you shudder from the brief brushes of his fingertips along your abdomen while he toys with the hem of your shirt.

"I didn't think you'd be one to tease," you say.

"Have you thought about me like this often?" You really had to be so weak for such an insufferable man huh.

You choose to kiss him instead of replying, tugging on his hair in retaliation for the grin you know is on his face. Luckily for you, Chan seems to have had his fill of toying with you for now. Shoving your shirt upwards, pulling away from you briefly to tug it off of you fully.

He just stares at you. Want clear as day in his eyes as he watches your chest rise and fall and how your sports bra outlines your hardened nipples. You find yourself growing a little self-conscious under his heavy gaze. You hadn't picked your outfit with the goal of winding up like this in mind.

"You're staring," you finally find the courage to say, pushing down every instinct to cross your arms over your chest.

"Just returning the favour," he quips back, jumping back into action and acquainting himself with your throat. You can't help the moans and throaty gasps that leave your lips as his kisses and nips at your sensitive skin, exploiting every weak spot he can find. One of his hands reaching down to fondle your breast, running his thumb over your nipple through the fabric of your bra.

All you can manage to do is lean against the wall for stability. Every kiss and lick and squeeze sending lightning down your spine straight to your clit. You wouldn't be surprised if your legging were wet, too, at this point.

"You're so responsive," he whispers against your neck. Given how quietly he said it, you're not sure whether he meant to verbalise that thought or not, but you can't think to respond when he pushes your bra up.

He dots kisses along your breasts. Each press of his lips bringing him closer and closer to one of your nipples before he envelopes one into his warm mouth. He seems intent to wring every noise, every reaction out of you that he possibly can. Teasingly running his teeth along the sensitive bud, smiling when you arch into his touch. His nimble fingers find themselves at the waistband of your leggings. Slipping into them and pulling a particularly loud gasp from you when they come into contact with your more than likely ruined panties.

Your face burns when Chan's expression morphs into one of surprise, his fingers running along your panty covered slit as if to affirm to himself you're really this wet already.

"I didn't realise I had such a strong effect on you," he says against your breast, his voice gravelly, "Fuck, you're already so wet."

A strangled moan is all you can offer when he finds your swollen clit.

"Poor baby. Don't worry, I'll take care of you. Just need to get you out of these," he says, kneeling in front of you and pulling your leggings and panties down. You kick off your shoes impatiently to help ease the process, leaving you almost fully naked.

"I can't believe you're this wet when I haven't even touched you properly," he says, sounding genuinely amazed. Intense gaze focused on your swollen, slick slit. Lifting one of your legs and letting it rest over one of his shoulders.

Anticipation settles in your gut as Chan makes himself comfortable between your thighs. Your hips jolting into him when he experimentally touches you once more, completely bare this time. Your wetness generously coating his thick fingers. Your eyes flutter shut as he shifts closer, goosebumps rising all over your body when his warm breaths hit you.

His first lap of you is messy and passionate. A muffled groan is your only warning before he grips your thigh and all but shoves his face into you. One of your hands fists his hair, not sure if you want him even closer or whether you need a minute from the sensations wreaking your system.

"Ch-Chan ah god," you cry out, your hold on his hair worsening. He doesn't seem to mind all that much, however. Intently focused on grinding your pussy against tongue until you fall into pieces for him.

With his mouth latched onto your clit, he teases your entrance with two of his fingers and you feel faint. His eyes find yours momentarily, looking at you through his hair as he checks for any signs of discomfort or reservations. Watching your face while he slowly sinks his fingers into you. His cock leaking even more when your warm, wet walls squeeze his fingers for dear life. He's so fucked.

The stretch his fingers provide requires some adjusting to, and Chan catches onto that. Focusing his attention back on your clit and providing some distraction while you get used to his fingers.

The wall behind you is proving to be extremely helpful. You're sure you would've crumpled onto the floor by now with the way Chan is determined to devour you whole and his fingers curl inside of you. Embarrassment warming your face as the squelching sounds of your wetness and his fingers moving inside of you hit your ears. Those sounds are accompanied by louder moans and whimpers from you when his fingers strike gold. Finding your weak spot and going for the kill.

He exploits your weaknesses gleefully, assaulting the spot over and over again while he continues his ministrations on your clit. It's no wonder your orgasm doesn't take long to slam into you. Watery cries of his name and jumbled curses echoing throughout the empty gym. You're sure you're hurting him from how fiercely you're gripping his hair. You couldn't remember the last time you'd cum this hard. Sagging against the wall when the most intense parts of it subside.

Chan presses one last kiss to your pussy before easing his fingers out of you. Standing up on unsteady legs, cupping your jaw and slamming his mouth against yours. The taste of yourself on his tongue further fueling the fog clouding your mind. Desperate hands dragging him closer to you, revelling in his closeness and the firmness of his body against your own.

"If I knew you tasted this good, I would've offered to eat you out a long time ago," he says when you shift to litter kisses on his jaw.

"If I knew you did it so well, I would've let you," you respond with an easy smile. However, any humour in your tone dissipates when you register his cock pressing against your thigh. Scorching and heavy even through the material of his shorts. Fuck.

Your mouth finds his once more. Teeth and tongue clashing with one another as he grinds himself against you, groaning into you.

"Chan, please," you whine.

"Hmm? Please, what?" You're not sure if he's genuinely too disoriented to understand what you're asking of him or if he wants you to beg. Either way, you've long since abandoned any semblance of pride.

"Please fuck me,"

His eyes shut briefly, and you watch the way his jaw clenches, "You're going to be the death of me."

If you weren't aching and noticeably empty, you might've giggled at his words. Watching him shove his shorts and underwear down his thick, muscular thighs through lidded eyes. A fresh wave of wetness gushes out of you when his cock springs free. Of course his cock would look mouthwatering too. Of course.

"You really do like to stare, huh?" he muses, stepping closer to you. Hoisting one of your legs over his elbow.

"Sh-Shut up," you stutter, fingernails digging into his biceps as he drags his cock along your pussy. His cock glistening with your arousal in no time.

"That's not nice," he faux pouts, nudging your entrance with his tip. Your knees almost buckle underneath you. A moan bubbling out of just from him toying with you.

"Chan, please. I want it. I want you, please-"

You're promptly cut off when he pushes inside of you. If you thought the stretch provided by his fingers was overwhelming, the girth of cock brings tears to your eyes. Your strained gasps and his restrained groans intertwining.

Is it possible to cum just from being so full? Lee Chan might just help you answer that question. You're not sure you've ever felt so full and stretched out in your entire life. A few stray tears running down your face already.

"Are you okay?" He asks, looking just as wrecked and overwhelmed as you feel. He's practically vibrating from the effort not to move. His cock pulsing inside of you.

"Ye-Yeah. It doesn't hurt. You can move," you respond. It's now or never.

Chan starts off very slowly. Letting you grow accustomed to his girth with every drag of him along your walls. Muttering quiet praises into your neck about how well you're doing, how good you feel, and how you're taking him so well. His words prompting you to clench around him and gush around him.

"Chan, faster, please. You can move faster. It's okay, I can take it," you whine. You feel like you're going to lose your mind if he keeps thrusting so slowly. His consideration is sweet. Really, it is, but it's torturous too. From the way he seems to be restraining himself, you assume the feeling is mutual.

Something snaps in him then. His eyes more feral than they were moments ago as he picks up his pace considerably. The sounds of your wetness and skin slapping against skin mingling with your respective noises of pleasure.

"Taking my cock like such a good girl," he groans into your shoulder, sliding impossibly deeper into you when he angles himself a little differently than before.

Perhaps he's noticed the way his praise impacts you. His filthy mouth not stopping.

"Look, baby," he mutters lowly into your ear, "I want you to look at how well your pussy takes me,"

You can't find it in you to disobey. Chasing the high of being his good girl. So, you glance downwards. Your cheeks heating up as you watch him fuck into you and the way you're being split open by him. You never thought the sight of yourself being fucked would garner such a strong reaction from you but, you've been learning quite a bit about yourself today.

"It's hot, isn't it?" He asks, a moan falling from his lips when you tighten around him, "So hot watching me fuck this pretty pussy of yours."

You've never cum just from penetration but, Chan is proving himself to be head and shoulders above every other man you've slept with. You're completely and utterly caught off guard when you cum for a second time and, Chan seems to be too. Startled, wide eyes watching you shatter in front and around him for a second time. Ever the caring gentleman as he soothes and fucks you through it.

You're barely coherent when Chan's pitchy moans of your name register to your mind and you feel his warm, thick cum flood your awaiting pussy. His hips weakly twitching into yours with ever spurt of his cum inside of you.

Honestly, it's a wonder both of you are still standing. Barely, but you're standing. Leaning into each other and the trusty wall for support as you come back to yourselves.

"If working out with you always ends up like this, we should work out together more often," he says, kissing your neck and shoulder lazily.

You really just had to fall for one of the most eye roll inducing men you've ever met, huh.

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[coinandcandle]

Devotional Acts - What are they and what do I do?

Hello! If you've wandered into deity or spirit work sects of the magical community then you've probably encountered the phrase "devotional act" at some point.

To some folks, this may be obvious, but to plenty of us starting out we had no clue what "devotional acts" were or how to do them. Here's a quick guide to get you started!

What is a Devotional Act?

Thankfully it breaks down easily!!

Devotional: of or used in religious worship. Act: take action; do something; behave a certain way

So put this together and we get acts that you do as a way of worship! You can do these actions as offerings to whatever entity you're devoted to or even as a one-time offering to a being you don't usually work with.

This is often a way of thanking the being you're interacting with or is used to appeal to or petition an entity for their power or wisdom.

Examples of Devotional Acts

Now, the type of devotional act is going to vary based on who or what you're devoting said act. However, I've compiled this short and non-exhaustive list for you to check over and perhaps take inspiration from!

Pray

Sing

Dance

Work out/exercise

Create art

Recite poetry

Clean up and maintained areas relevant to or protected by the entity

Listen to music that reminds you of the being

Cook

Meditate

Spend time with them

This is a very simple and basic list, if you want to get more detailed ideas please look into the lore and mythology of the entities you work with or are trying to petition or talk to others who work with them. You can also simply ask the being yourself what they would like you to do!

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[arlh0e]

Move me, Baby

Rating: Mature, 18+, MDNI (Please, I really really don't want to have to block you, I write fluff too, go look at that.)

Pairing: Andrew Hozier X fem!Reader (not proofread)

Warnings: No use of Y/n because I personally find it unbearable to read, soft dom Andrew, thigh riding, body worship, nipple play (Female receiving) begging if you squint, scent kink also if you squint, Andrew being the sweetest little sweetie pie, heavy on the praise kink, heavy on the teasing, encouragement,I tried really hard to write a plotless smut but it turned into passionate love making, Your honor they’re in love!

Summary:It’s a lazy afternoon, and you’re watching Andrew write music, one of your favorite activities. Usually you let him do his thing, not wanting to disturb him, and today is just like any other, until you happen to hear some of the lyrics he’s written, coming to the realization of what he’s thinking while he’s writing about you (set during the writing process of Wasteland, Baby!, specifically the writing of Movement because I am utterly obsessed with that song, and I have been ITCHING to put this idea into words for WEEKS. I apologize for nothing.)

Word count: 2.5k ish, give or take maybe 100 words

You couldn’t help but stare at him as he sat there, guitar in his lap, plucking away at the strings and quietly whispering a few words that came to mind. He writes down the words that stick in a notebook, which he has used beyond the point of disrepair.

There were pages that were practically falling out, filled with songs and poems, some of which were about you, that much you knew, though he had yet to play any of them for you, claiming it “Ruined the surprise” Of getting to show you the new album once it was finished.

His words were barely able to be heard between his low tone and the distance between the two of you. You could tell tough, that whatever he was writing was going well, he had only been working for a few hours, but he had already come up with over half a page of lyrics. Rarely did you see him work this fast, so whatever it was was either something important to him that he felt needed to be said, or it was something that he felt deeply in the moment.

His voice grows slightly louder as he runs back a few lines to go over what he had written, just barely loud enough that I can make out the words.

“When you move

I can recall somethin’ that’s gone from me

When you move

Honey, I’m put in awe of something so flawed and free”

I smile a bit at the words. He’s the kind of person who could so effortlessly put his thoughts into something so poetic and beautiful. You had been listening to his music for years, long before the two of you met, and yet you found yourself in awe of the things his mind was capable of every time.

“So move me, baby,

Shake like the bough of a willow tree

You do it naturally

Move me, baby”

Oh.

“So move me, baby

Like you’ve nothin’ left to prove

And nothin’ to lose

Move me, baby”

Oh.

You’re taken slightly aback by the words falling so effortlessly from his mouth. The way their meaning, bordering on sacrilegious, sounded as if he were praying to the most sacred deity as it dripped like honey from his mouth.

This was a rarity, even as you had moved in with him, being able to see the entirety of his musical process, you never got to hear any of his music before it was finished, unless something really stumped him and he needed your thoughts on it.

Everything about having heard him felt like an invasion of his privacy, and yet the idea of the thoughts that must have been running through his head for hours while he had been writing set your entire body on fire.

It took everything within you not to run over there and jump his bones on the spot if you were being honest.

Watching his hands pick at the strings, his hold on the neck gentle while his fingers moved from chord to chord, you were in complete awe of him. You wondered for a moment if his hands would be so gentle if you were there, in his lap instead of the instrument.

“Shit, you weren’t supposed to hear that.” Andrew's almost panicked voice broke through your thoughts, pulling you back to reality.

You must have looked absolutely dumbfounded, you had to consciously pick your jaw up from where it was, having gone almost completely slack. It took you a moment to find your voice, whispering as you stood from your place on the bed that the two of you shared, “I’m glad I did though.”

You muster up a smile as you make your way over to the chair he had placed himself in early that morning. It was almost too small to house his large frame, his legs were too long to sit comfortably in most chairs, and at times it made you question why he didn't have a higher chair made so that he could sit comfortably in that same corner while he was writing.

Having made your way over to him, you gently take the guitar from his hands, setting it on its usual stand a few feet away, before taking your place on his lap, facing him.

He giggles a little bit at your antics. “Hey, I was using that.” His tone is playful, placing a kiss on the tip of your nose as his hands move to sit comfortably on your back,lifting his shirt that you were wearing just high enough so that he could touch your skin, his hands spanning far enough to reach just below the waistline of the lacy underwear you were wearing, holding you secure on his one leg that you had placed yourself on top of, straddling just above his knee.

“Where’d you come up with the idea for that song anyways?” You rocked yourself gently on his thigh, just once, lightly enough to pass off as you trying to get comfortable, but you both knew that that was not the goal in what you were doing. You could tell by the slightest of smiles, almost a smirk gracing his lips that he knew exactly what you were trying to do.

Looking at you through hooded eyes, almost daring you to keep going, he moved his just slightly lower, moving underneath the lace that served as the only barrier between your core and his clothed thigh. “Ehm… I was just thinking about you,” he paused momentarily, only to move your hips farther up his thigh, closer to him, his face now a mere centimeters from your neck as he continued speaking. “And the idea came to me.”

His voice was steady while doing so, almost taunting, chuckling lightly as he heard the shift in your breathing. He loved watching you go from that confident state, coming over to take what you wanted, to putty in his hands the second he gave you any kind of attention.

There you were, straddling his thigh after having come over with all the confidence in the world, now shaking, practically a mess, already leaving a wet spot on his pants in your wake and he had barely even touched you. It never ceased to amaze you how quickly he could get you so wound up.

You let out a small whimper, barely even audible as he placed a soft kiss underneath your ear. “Oh, my love how sweetly you sing for me.”

His honeyed words were dripping with lust. As your hips began moving, this time of their own accord, against his thigh. You moved ever so slowly, almost shying away from the way your body reacted to him, as if you were embarrassed by how weak you were to his touch but nevertheless, needy for any friction you could create between the two of you.

After a few moments of this, his eye look up to meet yours, and you can feel the blood pooling in your cheeks the more you look into his eyes, realizing what was going on, realizing how you probably looked.

He had the biggest smile on his face looking at you though. All the love and adoration in the world was held in that stare. “You’re doing so good baby”

He uses his hands to guide you through the motions, pressing you down onto his thigh harder in a way that drives you absolutely crazy, a sentiment that is reflected in the way you almost immediately moan his name.

You’re almost positive that your face is beat red and your hips snap back and forth. You’re nothing short of a moaning mess on his lap, his touch melting you into a puddle of the sounds that escape your lips as you increase the pressure applied by your hips.

Any reservations that you had about not wanting to embarrass yourself had thrown themselves out the window. You were so wrapped up with the pooling heat between your legs that you barely even registered Andrew lifting your shirt over your head and carelessly discarding it somewhere across the room before his hands returned to you, this time starting at your breasts, teasing your nipples between his thumb and forefinger on each hand.

“Andrew, please.” The words come out louder than expected, and needier, between gasps and moans, you weren’t even sure if he could understand you through the string of moans and profanities you were all but screaming.

“You look so pretty, darling, all worked up for me.” His voice was low and his eyes were unwavering, moving all over you, unable to settle on a single part of which he longed to see most.

“Your pretty face, mouth open like that just for me.” He met his lips with your just briefly, moving his lips down your cheek, moving to your jaw, all the way to the base of your throat.

“That beautiful voice of yours, all the sounds it makes for me.” He continues his descent, dipping his head between his hands, kissing the valley between your breasts a few times before moving his hands down to your waist moving his face to place a kiss on your right nipple, then your left.

“This body of yours is nothing short of utterly and absolutely breathtaking.” He continues his descent with his hands, while his mouth returns to your neck, leaving kisses and bites and sucking on the sensitive area, leaving not a single inch of the skin he touches unmarked.

Your pace is relentless at this point, your hips snapping back and forth against him with what can only be described as pure, unbridled desperation. The way his hands roam your body, the way your core rubs against him, it’s the only thing you can focus on for longer than maybe half a second.

Your face finds it way to the crook of his neck, biting not so lightly on a spot smack in the middle of the left side of his neck and the gran he lets out is incredible.

His hands have traveled lower by now, his right hand resting in its former spot, encouraging your hips, all the while his right hand has traveled down your front, and is now resting underneath the thin layer of lace, the only article of clothing still on your body, rubbing painstakingly slow circles around the bundle of nerves between your thighs.

It’s all that you can do not to come unraveled right at the first moment of contact. You push your face further into his neck, not sure if you're trying to dampen the sound of your own moans or if you're making an attempt to suffocate in his scent, either way, you’re doing everything you can to hold the last pieces of yourself together.

“Eyes on me, darling.” His fingers are still moving at that agonizing pace, while your hips continue their movements, silently begging him to pick up the pace. You face stays put, buried deeply in the crook of his neck.

“Come on, my love, let me see that pretty face of yours. I’d like to watch myself become your undoing if it's all the same to you.” This time, you obey, Lifting your head out of its hiding place to meet his eyes. “There’s my pretty girl.” He smiles so brightly at you.

You’re eyes are pleading with him at this point, begging for release as he maintains his slow pace.

“Please, Please, Please, Please,” You repeat the word over and over like a chant, a mantra.

A rather breathy chuckle leaves his lips and he places another small kiss on your lips before asking. “What is it you want sweetheart?”

You throw your head back and groan at his antics, knowing he wont give you the release that you so desperately need until you ask for it. “Please, Andrew, you know what I want.”

He lets out a laugh, not anything mean spirited, just playful, you know all too well that not asking directly is going to get you absolutely nowhere, but to save yourself your last shred of dignity before you just come right out and beg, you do always give it one good try.

“Do enlighten me, love, how am I to know what you want if you haven’t asked for it?” His smile is wicked by this point. He knows he always get what he wants out of you. He knows just how to bend you to his every whim.

“God damn it Andrew, please just let me come” you’re visibly shaking by this point, both with frustration and from the effort you’re putting in not to finish without his permission.

“See? That wasn’t so hard now, was it?” The pace of his hand gradually picks up and your already rather loud moans turn into what borders on screams. You quickly make a mental note to apologize to the neighbors at a later date.

“Three” He begins counting down, again, painfully slow and you feel the ever tightening knot in your abdomen begin to pull so tight it’s almost painful.

“Two” The seconds that it takes him to count down feel like hours, days even, as you do everything you can to prevent that knot from snapping, including screwing your eyes shut, an action that Andrew seems to take personal offense to, based on his tone “Open those pretty little eyes for me or I will start over.” Your eyes shoot open.

“One” you're on your last leg if you're being honest. You need him to say those words, and quickly.

“Come for me, my love.” At his words, you feel all of that pleasure climax and the knot in your abdomen snaps, releasing all of that pressure that’s been building up for however long the two of you have been there.

The world seems to spin, all the while his fingers still slowly circling your clit, making you twitch and squirm, while he whispers in your ear how good you did and how proud he is of you.

By the end of it, you’re completely limp against his chest, panting, twitching and still moaning even though his hands have both moved to the back of your head, smoothing your hair down from its now wild state, sticking to the beads of sweat on your forehead. He kisses your temple a few times and moves you from your position straddling his leg to cradle you in his arms while he waits for you to calm down.

It takes you a few minutes to regain your sanity. “Do you want me to let you go back to writing?” You ask in a whisper, still tucked tightly against his chest.

He laughs at the thought. “Oh no, my love. After that divine scene I just witnessed, no. I’m not quite finished with you yet.”

N E ways,I wrote that all in the span of like 4 hours, everybody clap. I’ll probably post some fluff in a few days, who knows.

#hozier fanfiction #hozier #andrew hozier byrne #the hoziest #eat your young #smut #fanfiction #reader insert #x reader #writeblr #writers on tumblr #female writers #writerscommunity #writers and poets #writer things #im in love with him #i need him biblically #i need him in a way that is concerning to feminism #plotless smut #movement hozier #wasteland baby #take me to church #holy shit what did I just write #hozier x reader #ao3 writer #fanfiction writer #writerblr #hozier fic #omg i love hozier #unreal unearth

[cloudman070]

I’m a huge fan of the idea that Enid and her wolf are separate entities imagine have a venom like voice in your head telling you to commit every crime there is and it also takes over your body once a month imagine trying to explain that to someone I’ve created a scenario because why not

We should eat that man over there.

What? Absolutely not why would you even suggest that!?

Because I’m starving We need to eat more I’m malnourished.

It’s not my fault we’ve got a crazy fast metabolism plus that guy looks gross he doesn’t look very appetizing if we’re gonna eat people at least have taste

Agreed we could eat the fish with the big ego.

We’re not eating Bianca

Glasses?

Nope Yoko’s our friend not food

What about slick back?

Divina is Yoko’s girlfriend and my friend therefore not food how about we grab a snack then head back to the dorm?

Very well.

So they head back to the dorm after Enid just blew most of her money on snacks only for them to be gone in mere minutes it’s a shame really

I still think we would be more satisfied if we just ate someone like I suggested earlier

“We are not eating anyone it’s illegal and I also don’t want to”

“Enid who are you talking to?”

It was then that enid decided that the only reasonable thing to do was flee the country and pray to whatever deity will listen that she never sees Wednesday Addams again

Answer her you coward! We are never going to the the girl if you continue acting like this.

“The voice in my head”

Why would you say that? She’s going to think we are crazy.

You say that as if she wouldn’t enjoy us losing our sanity

…You are right continue.

“I was not aware you were mentally unstable I figured I would’ve caught on sooner.”

“Yeah I get it from my parents”

This is too embarrassing if you let me run without any objections I’ll let you eat anything you want

Anything?

Anything absolutely anything

And with that Enid Sinclair ran thinking two things how is she going to convince her roommate she’s not some loonie after basically confirming it and two what is she about to consume when this is all over with

#wenclair #wednesday netflix #enid sinclair #I’m probably going to make more of these

[silverbirching]

SO WE'RE EXCITED ABOUT HADES 2, RIGHT

At least we had all better be, while I'm waving this broken bottle around.

Look guys I'm a Classical mythology wonk. And I don't mean like, "hey I read the Percy Jackson books, they were neat", I mean when I close my eyes before I sleep I pray to every god who might conceivably be listening that Linear A gets deciphered in my lifetime. I mean I've got a giant metal print of Circe Invidiosa by John Waterhouse in my bedroom. I mean that if you make the mistake of mentioning Hadestown in my presence you have unwittingly activated the trap card of "Sam talks about his string-and-sandwich board conspiracy theory about how Persephone was a terrifying eldritch queen of the dead and the entire greek world was scared shitless of her, so maybe knock it off with all these tender waifs in flower crowns, artists of the last two thousand years for two solid hours."

(The Percy Jackson books are extremely neat, btw)

So cut to 2020, the year of shit, and here comes a game from one of my favorite studios of all time, about one of my favorite subjects of all time, and it's gorgeous and deep and full of stupid gay drama and the art melts my eyeballs and the voice acting (true to Supergiant tradition) is basically indistinguishable from foreplay. So I played it. I played the absolute balls off of it.

AND THEY'RE MAKING A SEQUEL, HOLY SHIT

so the Thing about Chthonic deities is the underworld really creeped the Ancient Greeks out, so there's not a lot of writing about them that has survived to the present day, since if they were worshipped it was usually by mystery cults or more in an avoidant "please please please don't notice me I've been a good boy please" kind of way.

Hence why our favorite bisexual softboi dreamboat Zagreus doesn't really feature much in the mythology, except he was probably an offshoot of Dionysus and usually got synchronized with him, Hades himself, or Mycenaen Poseidon. They make a joke about this in Hades, btw (they make a fucking JOKE SONG about in in Hades).

BUT DID YOU KNOW ZAGREUS HAD A SISTER!?

Her name is Melinoë, and she's also cited from very limited sources, but I want to show y'all the brilliant Apostolos Athansssakis' translation of one of the view sources we have, the Hymn to Melinoë:

I call upon Melinoë, saffron-cloaked nymph of the earth, whom revered Persephone bore by the mouth of the Kokytos river upon the sacred bed of Kronian Zeus. In the guise of Plouton Zeus tricked Persephone and through wiley plots bedded her; a two-bodied specter sprang forth from Persephone's fury. This specter drives mortals to madness with her airy apparitions as she appears in weird shapes and strange forms, now plain to the eye, now shadowy, now shining in the darkness— all this in unnerving attacks in the gloom of night. O goddess, O queen of those below, I beseech you to banish the soul's frenzy to the ends of the earth, show to the initiates a kindly and holy face.

My guess would be is that Supergiant will not have her be the child of Zeus under false pretenses (there's sources that indicate Zagreus is also a child of Zeus) but still. Dope. Rad as hell. Zag's baby sister is a twin-bodied goddess of nightmares and I am excited a normal amount.

Also Apollo is gonna be in this one, you guys.

Look at this magnificent pain-in-the-ass. I can already tell you he's going to be 10,000% annoying, and I am completely here for it.

#hades 2 #hades supergiant #greek mythology #zagreus #hope you guys are ready for more of this #this is literally what my stream of consciousness is 24/7

[thecoolnauta]

Idea for Sagau but instead of MC as a young adult who is love by everyone is just... A TEEN (xd)

THIS GOING TO BE LONG SO

So okay, (I'm bad at English so, I don't thinks this might be well understod but, please excuse it :'u) this actually came from me watching TOH while eating so.

Just think of it, where all Teyvat's knows about this mystic and graceful creature that is always near the Traveler and their little rare pixie. They know that a unknown creature even above their gods is traveling with the (far to nice) foreign.

They don't know how they look, they don't know how they act or even how they sound like, but they can feel them. A warm hug filled with curiosity and dearly affection.

Maybe they won't make a whole new religion for that new god, but they might pray them instead of their own Archons for very important wishes. Hoping for an instant, you'll hear them.

And even the Archons are cool with it!!! Since the Traveler came to Teyvat, everyone feels that love biting their skin in a childish way.

They imagine you like a benevolent and playful deity, a charming and elegant being that helps even with the most harmful missions, just for save them.

Just for make them smile again.

And there's you! A (probably) neurdivergent queer kid who might be not fully North American and is obsessed with fantasy and writing fanfics about your parental figures.

Yeah, you might get to intense when is about them. But hey, even Jesus doubt.

In your universe, Genshin is not, in fact, a thing. The whole freaking lore and the "gameplays" are just very detailed dreams you have every night.

You can't actually tell when it started, but it have a while so-

Yeah, you are really The Creator, huh.

Well, let me tell you something, IT'S GETTING WORSE

When your not that accepting parents decided to put you on a weird camp thing where you will be a honorable member of American society (yeah u know what I meant) a weird but cute... create stool your diary where you write your dreams.

To write a fanfic or smt idk.

And that, really weird existence with withe fluffy hair(?) and golden eyes ran into a forest that you never actually notice.

But screw that you probably change the state, you're getting back that diary.

Persecution cringy cinematic, blahblahblah and you get to a very gigante estructure more old than your last name. The fantasy and pure white practically inviting you to take a closer look.

And you do, of course (maybe was your internal desire of still being you)

You pass over it, the creature is gone, but you have your diary back. Yey :D!!

But man, this isn't the Americans, they would never take care of a forest like this.

Then you almost do the same travel of the not Abyss twin (I'm getting tired, I just want to name one of them but AHG), you walk all over the forest, see with amusement all around and WHY IT'S TOO FAMILIAR FOR THE LOVE OF MADOKAMI.

And yeah, after finding slimes and a statue of a very pretty man you realized you were in your dreams world.

oh, oh

Yep, you were in fuckin Teyvat's floor, touching Teyvat's grass and breathing Teyvat's oxygen...

AND LISTEN TO ME you just fall into Mondstadt to find a guide and a way to scape and all treats you like the Traveler but ways less useful. Just offering you food and awkward smiles by your strange kind of act.

(they just can't handle a neurdivergent kid with anger issues talking Spanish when they can't understand how the time works)

So after the fourth night sleeping on a bunch of boxes because you refuse to have any type of cold blood animal on you when you sleep, an aventure took you to the Favonius knights.

(Totally not a request, Katherine you inteligent metallic women)

So they might just seeing you like a kid who happens to be in the same spot as the Traveler, but less stronger and more but MORE curious than them.

You smeems to know everything, not just of them but their nation, asking thing that a normal foreign would never ask.

But after a while of overthinking, they just decide to let you wandering around Mondstadt, just if you don't cause any trouble.

In fact, you did, but shhhh..

Yeah, all that would ended like a weird but not problematic at all situation BUT OH NO LORD BARBAS FREE THEM BECAUSE THEY GET ATTACHED TO U MORE THAN THEY WANTED.

Found family found familying and stuff, you're totally Pog dude, never forget that.

AND WHEN THEM FINDS OUT YOU'RE THE CREATOR WHO TAKE CARE OF THEM AND TAKE CARE OF KILLING THE MENACE WITH THE POWER OF FRIENDSHIP THEY JUST:

"Oh for you, kiddo you were the creator all along!!!"

"The what?"

But you just go before they even finish to assimilate all that information bomb. And that repeats with all the nations, for the love of hippie god son

So yeah, they just re program their windows and treat u like the above mortals type and you're just confused and too neurdivergent for that shit so just "continue talking man, yeah I totally understand the fact that u see me as the god of gods, yeah sure, rad"

And yeah, that was everything, it's 3:00 and I'm very dizzy so, please don't mind my really bad grammar and thanks for reading all that.

(If you want to use the idea just give credits, it's okay) Maybe If I have time I'll write an actual fanfic or more headcanons but now I'm going to sleep.

Stay safe, remember: you can fight all this shit, you'll get better soon. Bye :v

#genshin impact #genshin impact sagau #genshin sagau #sagau brainrot #yeah just not reflecting at all #found family #platonic genshin x reader #probably trans reader fr #genshin fluff #genshin impact x reader #maybe they are just like Marcy or Luz #and what if we traumatize them? #just traumatized teens #and if it's slightly yandere idk

[a-child-of-chaos906]

You can just love.

Today I learned a lesson from Sutekh, that I want to tell everyone, who practice paganism in one who or another. A lesson, that everyone should realise amd remember.

You can just love. You don't need any sign, you don't need to be the chosen one, you can just love. You can love every Deity, every spirit, every forse of nature. You can pick and pray, that how it was in ancient times. What is stopping you from this? Which boundaries? There is none, except one, and that boundaries that we create on our own. You can't imagine, how I drove myself to tears with thoughts that everything should be exactly how in my head. How my throat spasmed, when I saw posts about Loki and His family, how I fast looked away, seeing posts about Zeus, Poseidon and Hephaestus, how my lips pursed, when posts about element connection and Heru the Elder and the Younger and Wesir appears. I kept my feelings locked. "Take time, you will get as good as them with time and learning, it's nothing", – I kept telling myself, while my heart suffered.

There are almost no rules (the one main is respect closed practices, don't be an asshole), except the ones, we created ourselves in our heads. Who told me, that there should be exactly N number of Gods I worship? Who told me, that I should wait a sing? Who the fuck said that all of this is true? There are people and opinions, but there are millions of paths, and it's only for YOU to decide, who to listen and which path take. You don't need to have close relationship, you don't need to "work" with them. You can just love. The whisper of Their name is enough, the thought about Them and your smile is enough. Your simple love is enough. After all, there are no boundaries about worshipping Deities, Spirits, Fairies, Elements, Animals, Nature, Cosmos and Universe except the ones, we, for some reason, create for ourselves.

All this time I kept my love under a lock, just because someone somewhere said or wrote something. All this time I suffered because of this boundaries, that I created myself. Why the fuck I should have them? Why I let someone force me to take another path, that I didn't like?

All this evening there was a big thunderstorm. About an hour there were lightnings, and I felt safe in Sutekh's storm. I started to change, because I wanted, and I asked Him to aid me on this path. But I couldn't do it, if I will continue lie to myself. After all this time, I let myself be honest with my feelings about certain Gods and worship. I wanted to love Them, I wanted to be with Them, even if not as close as with my "main" Gods. It became easier. It became happier. It became right.

I don't think I would be close with Poseidon as close as with Hades, but it doesn't matter. I can just love finding Loki in crunchy leaf, that looked uncruncy, I can just love Wesir and His feeling of home, I can just love Heru, whenever I see a feather.

There are no boundaries (except, again, closed practices), except the ones we created ourselves. You can worship whoever you want without a sing, you can worship a lot of Gods and not feeling guilty, you can not communicating with Them and just believing in Them. You can just love, because love is enough. That is what Sutekh told me, no, remind me. And that is what I am telling you. Just love. Love is enough.

#A piece of my mind :: ⌞☔️🍨🩷⌝ #Pagan #Paganism #Hellenic polytheism #HelPol #Kemetic #Kemetic polytheism #Celtic polytheism #Norse polytheism #Eclectic paganism

[uwurakax]

ー　死神　♡

halloweenie vibes ig, and im probs not even gonna get one fic out for it ( lmaoo whats new ), so just for spoop, enjoy a smol sakusa drabble, bc i felt like being nice to him :')

(( trigger warning for wanting to unalive, but its not bad, prkmise ))

thinking about grim reaper!sakusa who always watches over you;

you both met centuries ago. where? he can't say. how? he doesn't know. why? he forgot those details long ago. he doesn't even remember his life anymore. what he did, his friends or even his family. but he feels a phantom pain when he thinks about them.. family. he thinks maybe he was close to someone once.. its only natural right? at least before he met you.

he does recall one thing however; you died.

he does relive that, and that pain is real. so vividly he remembers praying, crying out to whatever deity or higher power that may be out there to listen. to not take you away from him. how you never had enough time, and that you were taken too soon.

it was the first time he had cried.

he wouldn't, no, couldn't live without you. the haze and cacophony leading up to his final days as a man, as a human, are not a time sakusa likes to reflect back on. barely existing and the shell of the proud man he once was, he just wanted to be with you.

it was peaceful that day the day he decided to take his own life. it was warm, with the sun shining vibrantly and the gentle breeze to offer a soothing kiss on his skin. it was like you were waiting... happy to be reunited.

he never felt the chill of the ocean below, tripping off of the cliff he was determined to jump from and hitting his head. a show of mercy in the hell he had to endure from being parted from you. painless and quick.

sakusa felt weightless when he awoke. was he still alive?

no, he came to find that he was indeed successful. a voice surrounding him that was everywhere and nowhere at all all but confirmed his passing. it also confirmed it had heard his desperate cries and prayers over you. the voice didn't know why, but it was willing to answer sakusa.

it had the power to bring you back, but it would come at a price.

the higher power would grant you life, but sakusa would be cursed to be undead. a leader of lost souls for the unfortunate.. or perhaps fortunate? to guide them into the afterlife.

it didn't matter what he had to do, as long as you got to live. he all but readily accepted, unknowingly cursing you too.

for life, and existence has a balance. if sakusa was cursed with being eternally dead, then you'd be cursed with eternal life.

but one couldn't live forever of course, humans don't live forever. so the universe found a workaround.

you would live and die, again and again and again. forever reincarnating, just to live and having to die; and all sakusa could do was watch.

as he led more and more souls to find everlasting tranquility, he had to watch yours being forced away from him into a new life that would soon become you.

he was confused the first time it happened, watching your reincarnated first life be born and grow. how you became who you were when you were with him. he was content like this, watching you from beyond. as long as you got to live your life.

you married and had kids in that first life, and he couldn't help but wonder if that could've been you and him. how would life have gone for him if you weren't taken away?

he learned early on what exactly he subjected himself and inadvertently, you to.

no matter how many centuries ago it had been, it still never made it easier, and sakusa had soon come to grow cold and disdainful of the world. of everything, and with noway to undo it, he had to withstand it.

be forced to watch the love of his life live without him, and knowing he was the cause of her never being able to reunite with any of her loved ones.

sometimes you'd die young, too young that sakusa couldn't even beat to glance at your soul. other times you'd live a full and long life. he wished every life you had would be like that, and if he had to pull strings to speed up someones passing for hurting you? he was more than happy to oblige. scum didn't need to live, and he was more than happy to send them to the realm now coined as hell.

he didn't know why he kept up with this self torture, tormenting himself to being so close and yet so far from you. at least he never had to forget your face or your voice; the one constant that never changed.

and so he stood, across the road from the coffee shop you liked to frequent, watching as you lived your life; or at least this one. he could practically smell the pumpkin spice. the seasonal drink that became your favourite autumn beverage two lives ago.

you feel someone staring at you as you thank the barista for your drink, the warm takeaway cup heating up your hands. so you look outside the large pane windows, but nothing seems out of the ordinary.

through your entire life you've felt a presence around you, watching you. you couldn't explain it, but it always felt familiar. familiar and safe. like a guardian angel. as ridiculous as it sounded, you always felt like nothing bad could ever happen, but you couldn't help the sad sigh that spilled from your lips. you really wished you could know who was constantly watching over you.

sakusa didn't mean to come as close as he did, at least not while you were awake. he knew his very being emitted a bitter and crisp air. humans could sense death, even if they couldn't see it. a lost soul wandering the busy streets. sakusa lost his empathy long ago, for it died along with you, but he held is tongue and the urge to roll his eyes at the floating mass. it stopped at the corner of the coffee shop, and he made his way over quickly. practically teleporting, going through cars and people, sending shivers through them as he passed. he didn't care. the sooner he could deal and send the soul into the afterlife, the sooner he could be with you.

he hastily guided them, showing them the welcoming light as it faded away. he never saw it, but even he could feel the blinding affable glow when he led them there.

he was ready to go back across until he heard the recognisable sound of tires screeching. please don't let it be you!

a scene he knew all too well was occurring. it didn't matter how many times he saw it, a heartache felt only hundreds of times. it didn't stop him from trying. even if he tried countless times before, knowing the end result would be the same. sakusa would always try, for you, even knowing it was pointless.

so imagine his shock when he can feel you underneath him, a carnage of vehicles behind him and you looking up at him, actually seeing him whispering

"it's you"

#maybe ill make this into a fic one day lmaoo #omg what the hell #this was way more tragedy then i thought oml lol #also wheres the spook? i thought this was supposed to be spooky #just me doing word vomit blegh #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu!! x reader #hq!! x reader #sakusa x you #sakusa x reader #sakusa x y/n #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu drabbles #sakusa drabble

[celemee]

"Don't come any closer."

Anyone. Please.

You'll regret asking for this. 😅

My male Durge Raven x Enver Gortash. Deathfic. [ao3]

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Silence reigns deep underground, coalescing where Raven kneels. Mud seeping through his leathers, so cold. So wet. 

Wet like his cheeks. The inexplicable hiccups wracking his body as he… sobs?

Has he ever cried before? 

Fingers trace the cool cheek of the only person who could have told him. The last to know him, before… all this. 

Enver lies at his feet, face blackened by the Nether Brain's bolt. Silent. Unmoving. His eyes never again lighting up with recognition — with unmistakable love.

"Who are you?" Raven whispers, finger drawing the shape of his lips. "Who were we?" 

The answer swells in his chest till he feels the limits of his bones, like on the day of their reunion, but it doesn't satisfy. 

What good is his love now? What use is it, when all he wants lies dead at his feet? When even Withers can't undo what's been done to his Enver? 

Such a petty, monochrome death. Wholly unsuited a soul like his. 

A tear falls from his face, dissolving onto Enver's. Raven straddles him, leans in close till they're chest to chest, cheek to cheek. The cold flesh so… wrong.

It was never meant to be this way. He doesn't know where the knowledge bubbles up from, but it takes hold. Firm, as his grip on Enver's arms. Even in his darkest days he couldn't have wanted this. 

A kiss to his lover's ear. Something tells him that's right and good. The dark hair so soft against his face — he pulls in a breath, reminded of the home he can't picture. The scent like a balm to his aching heart — till he recalls the circumstances. 

Raven draws back, sobbing freely once more, studying the dear face through the blur of tears. How did they meet? How did they become? 

Enver told him, spoke through nights and explained in detail, but it's not enough. If only he could reach inside of himself and unlock the memories. Understand why he's crouched here, holding onto a corpse for dear life. Wanting nothing more than to join him. 

What purpose is left for him? 

He leans in once more, closing his eyes as arms wrap around Enver's head. Cheek to forehead as he cradles him in a vain attempt at warming him. Lips kissing a plea into Enver's hair for any deity to hear; unite them again. 

"Raven," a familiar voice stirs him. 

Halsin. 

A heartbreak of his own in his eyes when Raven growls; "Don't come any closer."

The elf pauses several paces away, looking on in silence. 

Raven swallows hard, breathes Enver in — holds him so hard it would hurt if… if he lived. A pang of regret runs through him at the thought; he loosens his grip. 

"I'm so sorry, my love," he whispers into the hair that's turning matted from snot and tears. Ruined by him. Dead. Because of him. "I didn't mean to hurt you. You know I never would, not on purpose."

Halsin kneels in his peripheral vision, still quiet. 

Raven nestles into the crook of Enver's neck, ruining yet another part of him with the grief that's both alien and viscerally his own. He doesn't know how long he prays — but no-one listens. Silence from Bane. Cold shoulder from Bhaal. Echoing emptiness from Myrkul, and less still from every other name he can recall. 

"Raven," Halsin says, cautiously. "Let me help you."

It's strange, hearing him so uncertain. But before Raven can formulate a response, he continues; "He doesn't belong here in the sewers."

Raven swallows, lifting his head from his comfortable hiding place — the crook that feels made for him. Can't see Halsin's eyes from the unfocused mess of his own, but he's right. He'd forgotten. They're deep underground — surrounded by filth and indignity. Wholly unfitting the would-be king in his arms, his dearest co-ruler. 

Unfitting for Halsin, too. Sweet, kind, honey-eyed Halsin, quiet and patient at the scene of Raven's tragedy. 

Every extremity trembles as he lifts to his feet, hands reluctant to let go. An awful, deep sob wracks through him before he can breathe again — from here, the signs of life are so plainly absent. 

A warm hand rests on his shoulder — a reminder he himself still lives. Bears the burden of responsibility, this grim duty to his other half. 

He watches as the strong arms lift Enver by his armpits. Draws in a breath when his lover's head lolls forward, the pride and brilliance dimmed to mechanical responses to gravity. 

Halsin rights it, the gesture so small and yet so meaningful. Raven's arms lock around Enver's thighs, determined to see this through. Eyes fixed on his fallen purpose. 

There's no plan. No sight of a future, no hope for a past uncovered. No light at the end of the tunnel. Every breath in his chest stolen and wrong. 

This… won't suffice. This can't be the end — they'd only just begun again. There must be a way. 

He has to find it. 

#baldur's gate #enver gortash #the dark urge #durgetash #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #the dark urge x enver gortash #fanfic #my writing #oc: ravendras #tw death #the dark urge x halsin

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snippet from a mobius/loki fic i was gon make but stopped bc i couldn’t even fathom changing the ending of the actual show 💀

“Do you know I once dreamt of death?” The voice comes out gently, breathlessly, as if they don’t even understand the need to explain a hidden section of themselves to someone.

They are sitting on a curved bench. The wood is rotten— planks fall against the cold sand.

The water’s breeze carries a piercing chill with it. He moves closer to the water’s edge; waves collapse inwards on themselves. Foam accumulates at the border, slipping back into the undertow.

The moon reflects on the lapping surface, and the lighting dims at night. It offers a simple moment of escape. Of what would be stillness.

“Why?” He asks as if he does not know.

“Have you ever heard of the notion that someone ill wishes to grow worse as proof of their ailment?” They answer. The sand plunges beneath their feet as they approach him. Their dark hair blends into the sky—even the stars do not compare to its pitchness.

“I wished for a change in fate. For the attention I so unbearably craved. All that resulted was further loneliness. When you are born of Norse gods, you have far fewer deities to pray to. I’d pray to myself.” Loki answers, staring at the expansive space of the water. How endless it seems.

“Do you regret it?” Mobius watches the God, how his expression lowers into something indistinguishable.

“My wish of dying, or loneliness?” He tilts his head towards the other, smirking slightly—his lips thin under the night.

“Neither.” He doesn’t know what he is asking.

“Do I regret not dying?” Loki questions. “Most days, I fear yes, but I don’t. If I were to die, I wouldn’t be as I am now.”

Mobius turns, “Away? A tree?” He doesn’t mean for his words to sharpen into a territory of hatred.

“Yes. I gave those who didn’t have a chance, a possibility of living.” He shreds a single smile at Mobius. “I gave you an option.”

“What if I didn’t want one?” He begins. He is acting on desire; it’s deflection. “I was happy with how things were.”

“Nothing would go as it was without me shattering the loom.” He turns. “You often have to leave something when you grow an attachment to it. I thank you for staying near me throughout the advancement of your life.”

Mobius scoffs, “You are stuck at the end of time while I live.”

“That’s how I wished for it to be.”

At the end of time, there is an absence, something void— silence that develops into pure noiselessness. Murmurs of life developed within a hazy video capture. Loki is in a state of isolation, yet he doesn’t feel alone, unlike the emotion he felt while growing up.

He has one single strand woven around his neck, twisting down his body in tendrils. The fiber of the branch is constant; the color is vibrant. And he hears the discourse within it.

It eases what would be unbearable isolation; he listens and becomes a factor in life in distant and crucial ways.

He has two sons, both with such distinct and apparent characteristics that there’s a struggle to balance them. One outperforms the other, expanding quickly further. There’s a constant battle for harmony in the house—his home.

He works as a salesman, selling jet skis. He’s known around the block as the poor mourning father whose wife suffered from a severe illness, the one who held a loose budget for babysitters. The one that would run from his house in pitch dark, wearing only his underwear in a futile pursuit to retrieve his sneaking child.

The tired father.

And god, did he love it. It was something he never knew he longed for, and once he had it, he couldn’t displace the sudden emotion of suitability.

This was undoubtedly his life.

Loki listens to the prayers of the children and the discussions of parents. And he learns from it. His chest aches from the tautness of his muscles. He sits, and he waits.

It all becomes suddenly worth it when he hears the expansion within Mobius’s life. How his daily life alters and changes from day to day. It’s beautiful the instability it holds.

#mobius #loki laufeyson #loki series #lokius #fanfic #oneshot #mobius dad parenting #loki season 2 #loki odinson #loki #mcu loki #sillyposting #this makes sense to me

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YAN!FUTURE!DONNIE X READER!!

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Heeeeeeyyyyy guess whose back!

This is a part of I guess this series of one shots I got going on. →This post can explain more←

This is the image I used for Donnie in this one. ↓

Art isn't mine but the design is radical!

Sorry this took so long. Honestly I almost didn't post it cause I didn't like how it came out. Like I kept trying to fix it to how I like it buuutt, this was the best that I could do. I might try rewriting it or somethin'. I was just trying to change it up buuutt, I suck. Did my best with the proof reading. Probably could have tried to proof read it more.

Honestly this fic is pretty dark. Originally was darker.

Please no minors, 18+ only!(There's no smut or anything sexual, just a lot of technically triggering elements)

The meme in this fic is not mine I just found them on Pinterest and they were too good.

Read the creator's notes below for more!

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Humming computer fans and diligent typing filled the silent void in the poorly lit room. If not for the obscured ominous glow of the various monitors littering the labatory you would've believed you had gone completely blind. Having already lost the vision on your right to the slimy pink tentacle bastards who transformed your planet into the living Hell on Earth.

Guess religion was right about something. At The End of Days the devil came for the damned. And in spite of your mother's faithful beliefs, there was never a savior to come swop away the righteous to the selective pearly gates of the Heaven she had mindlessly prayed to. She was wrong. Her savior locked her out.

There would be no salvation. Not for anyone.

Instead for the first thirteen years after the Krrang's invasion you suffered. Everyone suffered.

Shit hit the fan and it splattered like a chocolate pie in bad clown gag.

Overnight the world you had grown up in changed for the worse. Blind to the way society crumbled and turned into a Mad Max film. Unaware of the great loss. Naive and young you weren't prepared for the grotesque violence that replaced your boring mundane life that you had taken for granted.

How you wish there was a way to go back.

Return to days where your only worries were filling out job applications to move out of your mother's abode and getting into a good college. Begging whatever deities listened to accept you to one of the variety of schools you had applied for. Preferably one more than five hundred miles away from the run-down neighborhood in the Bronx you lived in. You've always wanted to travel the country and college opened up that opportunity to do so. Had everything gone according to plan you would've started your first semester that following fall.

Though it wasn't meant to be. Instead you spent that lonely winter, grieving

" (Y/n) "

At the call of your name the chain that hung from around your neck clanked as a single (e/c) orb snapped out of its routine day-dreams to look towards the owner of the tired deep voice that had called to you. It was Donatello. Said ninja turtle kneeling at your side next to the cot you both shared.

Within the nest of sheets you retracted from the curled position you had been laying in on top of the bed spread. A multi-paterned stitched quilt gifted by one of the softshell turtle's brothers— you forget who; rested at your feet, unused. Protecting thin (skin tone) skin from the piercing cold was a worn pair of faded PJs that consisted of a dark green long sleeve with fluffy grey plaid bottoms. The odd attire didn't bother you in the slightest. When living in the apocalypse fashion hardly matters. If it was usable it was wearable.

Despite of your efforts to block the aged mutant out by focusing your lone (e/c) gaze on soothing else. The Large cold hand of Donatello's petting the top of your head was all your traumatized receptors could focus on. Three lengthy jade digits combing rouge strands of unkept (h/l) (h/c) hair away from their position in your face. Wandering fingertips skimmed over your missing right eye. Playing with the white medical eye patch that kept the old wound hidden. Had this been seven months ago you would've already been trying to bite the technological General's scared appendage off. Though now at this point you just let the mutant do whatever. You didn't care.

The same regard was held when the purple clad turtle observed you. Anything and everything that flashed across your face was cataloged by your analyzing capter's dark narrowed stare. A common occurrence that never faltered in its repetitiveness.

Exhaustion dominated the aged jade complexion of Donatello's. His expression would be read bored if not for the controlled obsession that lurked in pools of night.

You always did like his eyes. Even when they were hidden behind the dual frames perched on his snout. One half a traditional prescription lens the other a crimson infrared optic that provided extra assistance to the current wearer. Like a moth to the flame you were drawn to the night sky he held in those dark pools.

"You're wasting the food Mikey brought you" the softshell flatly chastised. Those same magnetic dark eyes that had been locked with yours turned away momentarily to retrieve something from beside him. The tattered greyish purple cloak he wore tied loosely around his sturdy shoulders draped forward revealing the silver cybertronic mechanical substitute for his left arm. A necessary loss for the cause he dutifully worked for.

You hadn't respond to his comment.

For a moment you began to sink back into your land of memories if it had not been for the scrapping metal of the fork against the plate that was now in the purple bandana wearing turtle's grasp. Stabbing at the rations that the commissary passed out earlier that day. At least you're assuming it's day. It's hard to tell when you never leave the underground base, let alone the prison of Donatello's lab that doubled as his quarters.

Back in reality something moist pressed against your bottom lip.

"Eat."

Robotically you obeyed.

You learned a long time ago that starving doesn't work. It was this or the feeding tub. At least this didn't hurt your throat. The ache in your esophagus from the experience lasted for weeks after. Bile threatening to rise if you focused any longer on the nightmarish memory.

Up till the plate was cleared the mutant continued to feed you. Picking at the dish's portions until there was nothing left. After which the adult ninja turtle placed the cutlery to the side before taking a corner of his faded cloak to wipe away the food residue left around your mouth. Repeating the same method with the plastic cup that sat precariously on the table to the other side of you next to the cement wall.

For a moment his calculative narrowed gaze stared at you before deciding something.

"...I have to go work on the faulty pump in the filter for the hydroponic system in the Agriculture Unit later...." Thick brows frowed together in an unsure manner upon his purple-clad forehead as he continued. ".....would you be interested in joining me for the endeavor?" The aged ninja finally prompted.

You didn't respond.

Had this been seven months ago you would've replied with an immediate yes. Not being one to look a gift horse in the mouth. Back then you would've thought somebody, anybody, would help you.

But if that were the case you would've been free already.

It wasn't necessarily a secret that you belonged to the purple bandana wearing brainiac. On the contrary it was a well known fact amongst the inhabitants of the base. It was just an unspoken topic. An issue that the Commander and the rest of the generals much rather sweep under the rug than to confront.

You learned it the hard way.

You had managed to get away somehow after Donatello first claimed you. Before the chained leash that pooled around you became a permanent fixture. In its place there had been a small amount of leeway the softshell gifted you. A fragile trust you didn't bother to strengthen prior to your attempt two months into your captivity. Maybe things would've been different.

You had told Donnie you were just gonna go to the commissary and get them some lunch. Claimed you were trying to be a nice, good partner. You didn't want to disturb the important work you were so proud of him for. Like a termite at Home Depo he ate it up. A bashful smile stretched across his jade complexion that was burnt red.

Playing the serpent who tricked Adam, you slithered from the technological garden of paradise. Departing with a false display of affection. Pride filled you from the phenomenal performance you gave.

Taking flight to the wind you ran down the Resistance headquarters hallways. Without meaning too you lost yourself around the twist and turns of unfamiliar corridors. Your limited vision and even less knowledge of the section's layout not being of much aid to your mission. Especially since prior to your imprisonment you hadn't ventured to this area since it was restricted to Resistance officers way above your ranking.

Though your plan was to run into someone. Anyone who could help you. You were gonna rat out that purple techno creep. He needed to pay. You were fed up with this stupid apocalypse.

Eventually after sprinting down the halls for God knows how long. You found your self face first into the plastron of General Michelangelo.

"Wwhooo! Slow down little missy! You're gonna give this old man a scare!" The greying box turtle joked even though you weren't very much younger than him. Catching your charging figure easily between rough moss palms. Out of breath you began spewing your story. Begging the mystic mutant to help you get away from his crazy purple coded brother.

"Oooohh, so yoouurr (Y/n)..." The youngest general gathered. Aged face scrunching up in a contemplative way, as if he was thinking. For a moment you had thought maybe the mutant turtle knew who you were cause somebody had reported your missing presence. Realized that you had been stolen by one of the very leaders they worked under. Unfortunately that was not the case.

"Yes! I'm (Y/n)! Your brother Donatello, he—"

"Said that if you got lost to return you to him!~"

What.

It was too late to retreat. You didn't even have the chance to react before the orange clad General had you on the ground. Wind punched from your lungs by the sudden force. Mouth mimicking a fish out of water as you gasped for much needed air. Next thing you knew your hands were bound behind your back by the same orange bandana wearing mutant you sought aid from. Kicking and screaming as the moss green Hamato sibling dragged you back to where you had started.

Entering the lab Michaelangelo greeted his flabbergasted older brother. Sporting a wide cheshire grin as he released his grip on you to only then in the same motion push your unbalanced wobbly stature forward caching yourself on Donatello's chest. Leaving shortly after with some sort of fucked up quip you couldn't hear past the pounding in your ears. Heart jackhammering painfully against your ribs. The beat too powerful for any other sound to break it's dominating rythem.

Were you about to have a heart attack?A stroke? You couldn't tell. You didn't think people your age had them.

Once left alone the white hot fury you had expected never came. No beating. Nor any dismemberment of a limb. There were no threats made for your dire transgression. No shouts or screams of possessive anger. Only unnerving still silence.

Somehow that was worse.

You lied. You tried to leave. You made a scene with his younger brother only for said orange clad sibling to drag you back like the dog who got out.

The first ten–fifteen minutes you both just stood there. There were no excuses nor pleading from your part. Just utter overwhelming suffocating quite. The jade and purple tattooed complexion of the General's who stood before you was drained to match snow. Face displaying a composed, conserved expression to anyone who was looking in from the outside.

Unfortunately for you it was always Donatello's dark eyes that gave everything away.

Hurt. He was undeniably wounded by the injury. You broke the thin veil of trust he gave you. You could have done whatever you wanted. As long as you didn't stray far from him. Stayed and supported him. It was all he wanted.

The softshell was so happy when you forged that lie believing the act to be true. Believing that you cared about his health and work. Being kind and supportive enough to trek and retrieve both of your guys' lunch. Except upon his younger mutant brother's arrival the fantasy he was living in was broken. It was all a lie. You deceived him. Betrayed the tempered trust that two of you shared. A thin string you willing snipped.

Saltwater streaks poured down in silent bunches as the aged ninja turtle lowered his head. He really thought you had loved him as you whispered sweet claims from soft deceiving lips that kissed his heated cheek a farewell. Departing with that smile that made his heart race. Donatello was hurt. And so the turtle did the only thing that would hurt you just as much as you had hurt him.

Had you known what he was going to do maybe you would've fought harder than you had.

No words were exchanged as the mutant scientist tied your jittery limbs to your paralyzed figure. Plastic white ties zipped painfully tight around (skinned tone) appendages. Though fear hadn't taken it's full course until the softshell began to secure a thick fabric around your head, blinding you. Finding the immediate endless world of black frightening.

"Please— don't do this— I-I'm sorry!" You plead as large cold hands slide a set of what you assume are noise canceling buds into your ears. You couldn't catch your breath. Your heart wouldn't still itself as it fought for space within your ribcage. "Please! I— mphmfh!"was all you could cry before lastly a gag was stuffed into your teriffied jaws. Based on the texture of the rough fabric you deduced it was most likely an old gym sock from the clothing bin. The worn garment scratched at the roof of your mouth making you taste cooper.

Donnatello hadn't planned to use this method this early on but, this was a lesson that needed to be learned. He was going to deprive you of your senses. Leave you lost just as he would've been without you. Maybe then you'd understand.

For some time you were just scared shitless. Frightful of the purple coded general's unknown intentions. Was he gonna torture you? Kill you and keep the body? The imaginary list was much more scary than the actual first quarter of the punishment . Thankfully nothing happened. The turtle left you be. Probably just watching you from his typical spinny chair from in front of the large monitor dominating the room. The motherfucker probably felt like Batman or some shit sipping on his coffee as you the Joker— fucked around in the holding tube.

When the endless darkness started to pick at your already aggravated anxiety you had tried to force yourself asleep to escape the void. However you found the effort quickly fruitless. Trapped without sound or any background stimulation aside from the limited range of touch at your disposal made the task feel impossible. Dissolving lines between real and what was not becoming harder to differentiate with every passing unknown second.

Attempts to keep your sanity felt futile in spite of efforts to keep the screws forming coming loose. Clawed (skin tone) palms and curling toes only did so much. When all else failed you felt only one thing could be done. You need to feel something. Anything. You couldn't do this anymore. The scratches in your palms did not suffice.

Doing what you felt was your only choice in your spiralling panic. You began to throw yourself around across the lab's tile floor. Using your upper body and knees you inch worm around the room. Purposely banging yourself into anything and everything so you may injure yourself. Feeding your starved receptors with whatever painful sensations you could produce.

Donatello was quick to remove the suppressors once you really started injuring yourself. Most likely calling it when the various wounds littered your (s/c) skin began to form. Following the path you had squirmed eyes like La Brea tar pits found speckles of crimson decorating a variety of the objects in his workspace. As if a baby crawled around repainting his lab with dots of red.

What a pain. Couldn't you have just accepted the punishment like an adult? Now he was gonna have to clean up this mess later. But alas just as many great minds of science had taught him. There was always a price to be paid for results. Maybe he should've just thrown you into solitary or made a modification or two to your Achilles tendons.... Next time.

Cold hands without delay discarded the ear buds and spit soaked sock. Your chest was still rising too fast. You were gonna puke if you stayed any longer in the dark. Though once the blind fold was discarded the softshell turtle's concerned expression was the first thing you saw. The sight of another instantly calming the bees stabbing your stomach lining. A flash of worry glimmered in those pools of ink. Only for the emotion to be consumed by the sticky black tar that lurked beneath.

"Did you learn your lesson?" The purple tattooed turtle questioned softly as he scooped your zip tied bound form into his mix matched arms. Combination of flesh and steel cradling you as he maneuvered towards his cot. Donatello was aware that you have one too but, recently the color coded general had been considereing just having you sleep with him. It'd save him space.

"I doubt it." he chided with a small grin that didn't match his eyes as he laid you down. Tucking you into his barely used sheets.

You didn't bother to request for him to remove the plastic bonds as exhaustion dragged you into the realm of slumber. Senses finally relaxing thanks to some stimulation. Allowing the phantom hand caresse the curve of your cheek as you drifted away.

When you awoke your injuries were bandaged and the plastic that had restrained you was gone. In the zip ties stead was a steel collar and chain hooped around the deadbolt installed in the cool tiled floor of the purple brainiac's lab. The same device you wore to this present day.

"(Y/n).... (Y/n)..."

"(Y/n)....."

"(Y/n)"

Oh no you got lost in your memories again didn't you? Based on the softshell's expression, your answer would be yes.

"(Y/n)... I think you should come with me when I go to the farming unit. I think it'd be good for you ....and maybe we'll even see Leon and Casey Jr. " Donnie soothed. His large cold hand returning at some point continued to comb the wild flyaways that tried to elude his threading jade fingers.

You didn't care. You bobbed your head. Listening but, not particularly agreeing nor disagreeing to anything as you went along with the general's wishes.

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In the hallway you and Donatello walked side by side. Your collar and chain were gone. Left behind in the lab due to the bondage being bolted to the floor. Not very mobile. Which in turn left you shackle free for the trip. Seven months ago you would've already tried to attack the turtle like the wild dog you were. You had been.

Now the tamed rescue, you leapt and barked without hesitation when commanded.

Like a good pup you didn't stray from your master's side.

Traversing through the base with the lumbering mutant was a quiet affair. No one bothered the two of you as the purple clad genuis led the way.

Here and there the technological general would make small talk by commenting about certain functions found throughout the headquarters along the short journey. Explaining uses of faculties and tech that had been constructed long before you ever stepped foot in the Resistance headquarters.

Long before you ever met the softshell who kept you prisoner in his room. Like a toy a spoiled child didn't want to share.

Pushing open the floppy doors to the Ag unit; bright UV rays burned your sensitive retinas that grew unconditioned to direct sunlight due to the dark room you were trapped in on a daily. Although unlike you, Donatello's dark narrowed stare remained unfazed by the bright light. Not even a stinge of discomfort upon disciplined matured features.

Artificial warmth even if false still felt soothing on your cold (skin tone) skin.

How you missed the real thing.

Missed the stupid picnics your mother would force you on. Laying under shady emerald trees in the smothering New York summer heat under a bright blue sky. Pouting as you watched your mother and brother played on the playground. You used to think those family outings were a waste of your time when you could be hanging with your friends or studying. Be anywhere but with them. How foolish you were.

A small frown laced your lips as you recalled the more peaceful days.

"(Y/n) this way" Donatello's voice called from in front of you. At some point having grabbed your hand to pull you closer to his tall stature as he escorted the two of you through the rows of growing produce. The tips of his long purple bandana tickled your nose but you made no complaints.

"Donnie over here!"

Onwards he directed you along.

Off in the near distance was the blue clad Commander. On his shelled back was a raven haired child that looked no more than nine.

"Oi! Casey Jr can you please be un bueno niño(a good little boy)!" The leader begged as the afro mentioned brown-eyed boy tugged at the long tied strands to his azure mask. Tighting the fabric painfully around his head. Giggling at his guardian's torment. "Nah! This is so much fun el anciano(old man) " Casey cheered, showing off a wide chipped tooth grin. A recent cosmetic development much to Leo's jargon.

Back and forth the two went as you and Donatello approached the comedic duo. The softshell grown a small grin on his normally uninterested expression.

" Thank Gram Gram you're here Donnie! The pump to the filter finally said capoot! And—"

"Yeah I know that's why I'm here." The jade colored turtle cut off his Commander.

Leonardo didn't mind his brother's injection. Smile still present upon olive skin.

"Alright-o dear brother-o! I'll leave you to it."

As the two siblings continued to chat over the needed maintenance, the raven haired boy leaning over the lumbering leader's shoulder stared straight at you. Eyes like teddy bear plushies bore into your being as they watched. Wide and impressionable. Brown judging spheres.

You could feel the bugs scuttling under your skin again.

"(Y/n)..., (Y/n) are you listening?"

Breaking from the losing staring competition you were having with the nine year old. Knowing dark eyes like night drew your attention back to the mutant who was cradling your hand between his own odd pair.

Once the scientist was sure he had all of you here he repeated his directions. " (Y/n) I want you to hangout out here for a little while I work. The pump requires more attention than I had initially thought..." Jade eyelids closed for a moment as the mutant exhaled his stored breath. " ...if you need me you can ask Leo. He had said he and Casey had some things to do here for a bit anyways so he doesn't mind watching you."

You didn't care. It was just nice being outside that damn lab in general.

With the nod of your head Donatello allowed your smaller hand free from his mix matched grasp. " I'll be back soon. If you get too hot tell Leo and he'll take you inside to cool down." The turtle further explained. It was like he wasn't sure if he could depart from you. Even if he was only temporarily leaving you under his twin's supervision. He still didn't like the idea of not having you beside him as he worked. However the space in the room with the filter was limited. Although Donnatello would prefer to have you in sight. Genius does take a little finesse and he always performed best with space.

With one more glance the softshell turtle turned and left. Walking towards the small building far off in the corner of the massive underground green house.

Once gone you were left standing there. Unmoving like a puppet without it's puppeteer.

You guess you stood there for too long cause at some point the Leonardo approached and rested his palm on your clothed shoulder. Probably making sure you're still there before his olive palm spirited away.

Hands very much like Donatello's. Too much like Donnie's. The touch made you shutter. You hated it. You hated the jade turtle who did this to you.

Based on the Commander's look you could tell he wanted to ask if you were good. Though the question would be pointless when the answer was as obvious as the dirt that coated the thin fabric of your eggshell colored slip-on flats.

"Sensei why is that weird girl that General Donnie brought only got one eye? Is she a pirate?" Casey Jr inquired not aware of the offensive statement he constructed.

The blue clad leader flicked his retainee's forehead. Lightly punishing the child as he chastised the raven haired boy for the rude question. "Casey Jr that's not how we talk about people. Especially ladies. If you have a question you ask them politely. " The retainer informed. Dark onyx eyes too similar to that of his brainac twin's slid back to your cemented figure.

You were waiting.

With an awkward grin Leo proposed that you join him and Casey Jr on their check up on the Agricultural workers. You didn't respond, just nodding to whatever the aged ninja turtle had suggested.

Around the large farming area that had to be as big, if not bigger than old New York City's Grand Central Station. The red eared slider led you and Casey Jr around as he performed leader duties. The task not being that tedious if it wasn't for the raven haired kinder who wouldn't leave you be. The orphan kept asking too many personal questions for your taste. None of which you responded too. Though that didn't mean it stopped the nine year old from chatting your ear off.

For what felt like forever Casey Jr went on about, everything. There wasn't a single topic he stuck to. Bouncing from asking about how you knew General Donnie to do you always wear pajamas? What was your favorite food? Do you have any parents? What's your favorite game in the rec room?

The kid was gonna be the death of you if not the UVs that were starting to roast you. The faded winter sleeping attire you wore not necessarily the best outfit to be clothed in while under the artificial rays. Though you didn't complain. Didn't want to miss this opportunity to be outside of the technological General's lab.

You weren't ready to go back to the darkness. Not yet.

A single (E/c) colored orb found itself focused on the sudden opportunity presented.

You didn't have to go back as long as you did this right. You could be free. You couldn't fuck this up again. Not again. The anxiety of the looming punishment sat in the back of your mind. Giggling. A child-like tone mocking you for your thoughts of freedom. Reminding you if you escaped something worse could happen. Would happen.

Blood trickled down the (skin tone) surface of your chin. You had accidentally chewed your bottom lip to ground beef with your nervous tick, again.

Using the right sleeve of your pajama shirt you wiped away the oozing crimson fluid.

"Are you okay (Y/n)?" Casey's high but worried voice broke you from your scheming thoughts.

Looking down at Casey Jr's baby checks that had been holding a wide chipped smile instead thinned out into a tight frown. Wide brown orbs innocently peered up at you with concern.

For a moment you didn't reply.

Looking past the apocalyptic born child observing the interaction between Leo and the worker he spoke to. Gageing how much longer you had before the Commander returned from the discussion.

" I'm fine... but, ....do you think you could help me with something Casey? "

°°°°°°°

When his softshell twin asked him if he could watch (Y/n) while he worked on the hydroponic filter pump. The red eared slider was not gonna lie, he was not looking forward to the task. Already having his own gremlin running a muck the last thing the blue clad Commander wanted was a creepy-ass robot following them around.

However whenever it came to Donnie and (Y/n) being involved in the same situation there was hardly room for argument. Leo was the leader of the Resistance he swore that he'd do his best to help end this apocalypse and to do so he needed a functional base. That entailed having a controlled food supply, functioning weaponry, dormitories, facilities— the works. If anything was to go down. The blue bandana wearing mutant only has one reliable individual who could repair, design, modify— you name it. In less time than a whole team of engineers and mechanics he could whip up— combined. Only Donnie could do it. It's cause of the afro mentioned scientist and his inventions that the Krrang hadn't taken them out yet. The aged blue bandana wearing turtle wasn't actually sure how long they could fend off the pink tentacle armada without his softshell twin.

The thought keeps him on edge sometimes— what if the turtle passed or chose not to use his gift the way he does. They'd be screwed in the long run. The turtle imagines it would be similar to that of ant colony walking into a spider's nest. The carnage would be unsalvageable. They'd have to use the last resort.

He couldn't afford for shit to go sideways.

And sometimes if that meant sacrifices... for the greater good so be it. It was something the mutant leader wasn't proud of.

Leo isn't even really sure when the purple clad mutant even met (Y/n) or how. Donnie kept mostly to himself. Never straying far from his lab and a working coffee machine. So the fact the caffine addicted nerd met someone, let alone a girl. Truly made the phenomenon a mystery worthy of Sherlock Holmes.

He knew what he was doing when Donnie made his ultimatums. It was (Y/n) or no base. The softshell mutant was aware the kind of game he was playing. How it would affect everyone. So many would be lost because the adult ninja turtle wanted to throw a tantrum. Leonardo was ashamed but, it was necessary. He had to give in to the mad scientist's demands. The olive skinned mutant would like to say he had no choice— But he did. And he chose to keep the Resistance alive rather than allowing you to be free. He couldn't. Donnie wanted you and so you were the purple clad General's. There was no room for negotiations. The softshell was always stubborn like that. He played the odds in his favor. He'd let the whole base crumble if it meant he couldn't have you.

And for the last year, that was that.

Leonardo knew that Donatello was keeping you in his lab and that at some point over the last twelve months the workspace began to double as the jade turtle's quarters as well.

Only discovering the new development when visiting his purple color coded brother one day. The blue bandana wearing leader doesn't remember what he had gone to his sibling's work space for but, once inside he found the usual cluttered layout. However off closer to the far wall in the direct line of sight was the (Blonde/Brunette/Raven or Scarlet Haired/ Etc) tribute his brother had demanded for.

This had been when the (e/c) eyed woman still had her own bed. Though at some point after your escape attempt that had been thwarted by Mikey. He remembered because of the presence of the steel restraints that you typically wore when in Donnie's laboratory.

In the corner you were laying down. Hands obviously bound behind your back. The (h/c) haired captive probably scratched her neck raw again. His theory only confirmed upon closer inspection. Beneath the steel collar a dressing of white gauze. Though that wasn't the only injury. Like a Christmas present you were wrapped almost head to toe in the cotton bandages. Most likely caused by other attempts to break free from your bonds which backfired. Resulting in Donnie just further inhibiting your mobility.

Sometimes he doesn't understand why the softshell turtle did what he does. If he loved you, why did he let you hurt yourself like this? The technological General's plan was to rid you of your will. Like the mustang in stables he was gonna break that need to be free. You would be his. The aged purple coded mutant wouldn't accept anything less.

It was creepy how his sciencey twin doted on his feral captive. How even when discussing the condition of the base the crippled mutant still gravitates towards your curled up figure. In spite your attempts to chomp off his jade digits the Donnie still continued to glide his fingers through (h/c) strands. The action was bizarre to the red eared slider. He couldn't relate but if this kept the softshell from throwing the headquarters into the destructive hands of the Krrang. So be it.

Which brings Leo back to the current task at hand. Watching both Casey Jr and his brother's captive as he did his patrols of the agricultural production. He needed to start getting a feel of the ratio amount of crops so he knew how to plan for the Resistance's future. Winter was gonna be coming soon and scavenging in the snow was not an easy feat. Especially with pink tentacle freaks and the assimilated around every lurking corner up on the surface.

Leo was sure that this was gonna be a pain in the shell however to his surprise he found some entertainment out of the one sided conversation Casey Jr was having with you.

Regardless of the lack of your response, the raven haired boy kept bombarding you with rounds of endless questioning. Like twenty-one questions but, with more like five hundred-fifty-five questions. It was hilarious. Many times as he was communicating with his subordinates he would over hear Casey Jr spout something random. Comedic prompting caused the mutant leader to muffle his chuckles on a few occasions. The action earned him a raised brow or two from a couple of agricultural workers.

Everything was fun and games, until it wasn't.

Leo had been strolling down one of the many select rows of dirt walkways onto the next location he needed a report from. He had been listening to his live comedy show when he noticed the lack of quips from his adolescent charge. That's when he peeked over his broad shoulder, only to find nothing but the dirt path beneath his feet. Casey Jr and (Y/n) nowhere to be found.

That's when suddenly shit turned into a real life Lou Jitsu movie with a plot twist that kept the viewer at the edge of their seat. Except for Leo this wasn't a Lou Jitsu movie. He fucked up. Shit wasn't just gonna line up and all his problems would be solved. No. Hot Soup he had to solve this himself. The Resistance Commander gripped the inside pockets of his loose fitted beige pants. A small amount of anxiety rose at the possible implication of the duo's absence meant.

Now the blue clad mutant was aware he was the sharpest tool in the shed but he knew some things. For example, you wanted to leave. Casey Jr knew how to leave the base. Leo taught him in case of emergency if the red eared slider himself or someone else wasn't present to assist the child. Said afro mentioned charge wanted you to respond to his pestering. And the Resistance leader was distracted by the comedic routine and his patrols to notice the disappearance of the two-man comedic troupe he had been chaperoning.

The grown ninja turtle knew what you were doing. If his hypothesis was correct—

You were trying to use Casey Jr to escape.

The blue bandana wearing turtle internally scolded himself for his stupidity. He knew you wanted to escape. He shouldn't have let his guard down just because of your meek unresponsive domineer and his humorous charge.

Donatello was gonna kill him if he didn't find you before the purple clad mutant was finished repairing the pump. Which at this point was any minute.

Taking a deep breath of air Leonardo calmed his startled nerves. The mutated Commander had no reason to stress. He could handle this easily. Reminding himself that he taught Casey Jr how to flee from the base. If that truly was the case this retrieval should be a walk in the park.

Cursing his luck under his breath the olive skinned turtle dashed off in the suspected direction that you and Casey had traveled. Unaware of inky orbs following his brother's retreating figure. Ignorant to the irritated displeasure that burned within the tary pits.

°°°°°°°°

As a kid your mother the ever devoted follower— used to warn you about making deals with demons and wicked imps. They'd offer whatever you wished for just a simple price before snatching away your soul. Never would you ever reach the kingdom in the clouds with her and your brother Ethan(I know so creative). Now adult, you knew that stuff was a crock of shit— but as a starry-eyed child with all the hopes and no crushed self esteem, you believed it. Though now as you traversed through disgusting sewer waste you can honestly say that it was a possibility. How else did you end up in this mess? You rolled the dice with the jade devil and now you couldn't pay.

"(Y/n)? .....Were you even listening?"

Without even realizing it you drifted off into your thoughts again an occurrence that only seemed to become more frequent the longer you stayed in that base. In that lab. With the purple bandana wearing turtle who betrayed your trust.

Hopefully after this you wouldn't have to worry about that mutated swindler ever again.

"Sorry.. I was just thinking about something...could you repeat what you said again?" You asked glancing down at your miniature guide, a tight smile presented on your (skin tone) face. It's been a while since you had to play nice.

It was selfish but, you had no other choice. You'd never have this opportunity again. You only had one way out. No one else was gonna help you. Push came to shove you were willing to do whatever it took to flee from the purple clad demon who wouldn't leave you be.

" Dios miós! I-iii aaasked why you're tryinna' to leave this base? Isn't everyone like, tryinna' to get in the base not out? " The doomsday child inquired. Emphasizing his question with a dramatic arched brow and one big questioning eye. The expression very animated. The kid likely picked up the look from a old salvaged comic from the Resistance headquarters' communal library.

Not prepared for the sudden insightful line questioning from the nine year old who up until now had been just asking whatever seemed to pop into his head.

With a forced grin you replied. "You wish." Teasing the now pouting child before continuing. "Though if you must know. I'm gonna go see some family." You lied releasing a tired exhale as your sole (e/c) orb looked around the seemingly empty canels that Casey was accompanying you through. Claiming that he only knew the way based on the look of the surroundings. How he tells the difference between one gross wall from another gross wall slightly boggled your head. Though if it got you out of this cement prison you didn't care.

For a moment as the two of you walked side by side the raven haired child peered up at you with a squinting gaze as he absorbed your answer. Another cartoonish action that made the corner of your lip slightly curl.

"Hmmmm... Alrighty! I can understand wanting to see your family. I lost my mother when I was young but, Leo and his brothers always make me feel right at home!" The young child perked as he grinned up at you with that wide chipped grin of his.

You missed this type of interaction. No fighting or an obsessive purple bandana wearing turtle lurking. Just two normal people just having a plain conversation. No commands or shifty deals. Just one person leading the other to the long awaiting freedom you've desired.

These interactions with the teddy bear brown eyed boy become more challenging with each quip the child spoke. Insects were drilling into the flesh under your skin again. Burrowing into the empty casket of your missing soul. Thriving on what is left of your sanity as they scuttled around in the memories you didn't want to face.

Somehow peering down at the chubby cheeks and scruffy black hair of Casey Jr's that didn't resemble Ethan in any way— still made you think of your deceased younger sibling.

He had been only eight years old he was the first to go out of your happy family trio. It had happened when the Krrang had first opened their portal. Neither one of you were prepared for the earthquake like shake before the ceiling of your mother's apartment collapsed and crushed the two of you under crumbling rubble. When you came to after pushing crumbled drywall from on top of yourself and searching for your younger sibling. All you found when you searched through broken pieces of your childhood home was blood. You couldn't lift the interior support beam off of where you had presumed Ethan was. The steel was far too heavy and your palms were too coated in the surrounding sediment to be able to lift the remaining pieces. You couldn't do anything. Unable to fulfill the role of the older sibling.

For hours you bawled as you had tried to wait for your mother's return. She had been at work when the Krrang attacked. You never did find out what became of her. You always did hope that she got away and somehow was doing well. Even if the reality is she most likely got assimilated or killed. You still always prayed she was doing good.

You just wanted to see them again. Go back in time and re-live the moments you carelessly spent. Fights and words you wish could be taken back. Reclaim wasted opportunities that you'll never have again. How you wish you could tell them you loved them both one last time.

"(Y/n) were here."

At the sound of Casey Jr's squeaky voice your lone (e/c) orb found presented before it was a waterfall of sludge that spilled over into a thirty-five foot drop. Leading down into what appeared into a bay of the same icky substance rushing past your soaked flats. An

With a cheeky grin the raven haired boy pointed down into the pool below. "This is it, the end of the line for me!" The boy quipped before continuing. "I can't go any further with you but, if you keep following that tunnel down there you should be out of the sewers in no time!" Casey finished with a smirk arms crossed over his tiny chest as he explained the directions. Obviously proud himself for remembering his Sensei's words.

" Thanks... " You grinned awkwardly. Not particularly fond of the idea of swimming through god knows what.

"Goodbye Casey, ...thank you for showing me the out." A small smile grew on your face as you looked back at the nine year old only to see the cause of your nightmares standing silently in the background. Glowing optic reflecting in the shadows like a beast prowling the jungle.

Suddenly the spacious catacomb you've been traversing through didn't have enough air. Your chest clenched tight around the squishy organs encased in your ribs.

"(Y/n) are you alrig—"

"Casey Jr stay back!"

It was Leonardo, already at his charge's side holding back the nine year old from advancing any further into the situation that no longer included them. Donatello already approaching forward with the same air of confidence he always carried. Expression studious and sharp. Although the purple tattooed turtle did not display it— he was fucking furious.

"I should've known you would do this to me, (Y/n). " The General dryly chuckled as he edged closer. Every bold step forward the purple bandana wearing ninja took, the closer your shaking legs stumbled towards the slimy edge of the trash filled waterfall. In his three fingered grip a pair of steel cuffs. The kind you see in the movies except from the look of the bulky things. The ones dangling from Donatello's right hand were real.

Fuckfuckfuckfuck— Things were moving too fast. Your rampaging pumping muscle was going to explode. Panicked breaths filled the range of sound your anxiety allowed at you honed in on the jade demon in front of you.

" I should've never made that deal with you... you lied to me. You knew that my mother was dead— YOU KNEW!" You cried as your lone (e/c) eye flashed back and forth between the cracking edge you stood on and the softshell who stood before you. "You fucking lied to me! You played me just so I would stay! I FUCKING HATE YOU! I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!"

Panting you learned forward, (skin tone) palms resting on your knees. Never breaking eye contact with the aged turtle who although appeared collected was everything but. Narrowed black eyes filled with so much anger. Though still allowed you continue.

"I... -pant-....will never.. -pant- ..fucking love you. You were a mistake. Any feelings I ever had for you were a mistake. I wish I never had met you. I wish I fucking died when you rescued me on your stupid scrap run those months ago..." Straighten your stature you gave the infuriated jade turtle one last look as you smugly looked him dead in the eye.

"I wish whatever fucked up God had chose to taken General Raph, ....had instead killed you..." You calmly stated. Laughing as you continued. Silent tears finally falling out of your last good eye. " Hahahaha— the only reason— you are soooo important enough to still be alive is because your older brother decided to give his life for all of you sick fucks! I pity his sacrifice— maybe at least if he was still here he would know how to handle shit instead of giving into an overgrown spoiled brat like you!"

Silence. No one made a peep. The only sound that broke through the thick tension in the tunnel was the rushing sound of the sewers water that at this point has successfully drenched the legs of your muck covered plaid bottoms.

In the background the fearless blue bandana wearing Commander's emotions were all laid out on his nonexistent sleeve. He was hurt, pissed, and over all he just looked disturbed with the overall conversation.

Meanwhile Casey Jr shielded his face into his Sensei's plastron. Quite sobs choking the boy as his tiny hands griped onto his Commander's beige pant leg like his life depended on it. Terrified of the situation that didn't make sense to the child. The sight made your heart ache just a little bit.

Donatello didn't say anything. He didn't do anything just bore holes into your soul. You had opened your mouth to continue berating the purple clad asshole who's kept you in his fuckin' lab for the last year. Forced you to sleep next to him. Locked you up like a dog when you tried to run away.

However the jade mutant beat you to the punch.

"Shut up. Don't you dare even say another fucking word. "The aged ninja seethed, closing the space between the two of you in a blink of an eye. His left metal palm shooting to grasp your according bicep, tightening his grip around the tender flesh.

" I don't ever want to ever hear you mention Raph's name ever again. You don't fucking deserve to say it. You're so ungrateful and pathetic it just makes everyone around you laugh at your stupidity. Are you really trying to leave the base? Me? For what? Just so you can go fucking kill yourself out there? I saved you. I'm supporting the human race even when all the facts say I shouldn't. That I should've given up on this stupid apocalypse alooong time ago but, I didn't. I had wanted to when we had crossed paths for the first time. When I rescued you, I changed my mind. Why can't you just be grateful!?!?" Donatello cried as he pushed you from the tunnels edge into the roaring murky waters below.

°°°°°

Beep...beep...beepbeepbeep

There she is.

The softshell will admit he lost a bit of his composure back there. He shouldn't have pushed you from that high of a point but, you just made him so mad. How dare you bring up Raph. You weren't there. You don't know what it was like on that battlefield. There was no winning, only retreat. You don't realize how much he wishes everyday that the one who had perished was himself not Raph. You don't realize. You're always so naive. That's why Donatello was here to keep you safe. It was for your own good.

There.

In the shallow waters was your water logged figure. Obviously you were out cold based off small rise and fall of your chest.

With a sigh, Donatello slid the projected screen from the monitor on his cybertronic arm. Deactivating the tracker that was implanted in your abdomen. Lucky for him had installed this little insurance a long time ago after one of your many fits just for this type of emergency. Finding the gadget handy in locating you both times. Not having to rely on his red eared slider twin's amazing capabilities.

Trekking into the shallow water the purple clad turtle reached down and retrieved your knocked out figure. Not caring particularly much about the condition of his loose dark purple pants that soaked up the surrounding water fairly quickly.

With a strong exhale of air the technological general retreated back to his base chastising you under his breath along the way. Once there the softshell would insure that you wouldn't have another opportunity like this again.

Like a true scientist Donatello learns from his mistakes and he'll keep trying until one of his punishments clicks. It's not like you won't give the techno demon the opportunity to do so. Not that Donatello minds.

After all where would science be without trial and error?

¶¶Creator's notes¶¶

Wazzup!

You guys made this far so you deserve the scoup on the next one-shot will be...

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I don't have a picture for Future Raph but, if you guys have any good pictures saved hit me up I'm always open.

I have some ideas on how I want to do it. Though I could also turn it into a post movie sort of deal. Where it takes place after the events of the ROTTMNT movie. Thouughhh it's up to you guys. One person has already voted for some future Raph so we'll see what I come up with.

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A New Cure for Insomnia

This is my first fic! It ended up being way longer than I intended and there’s more fluff and self-insert stuff than intended but there is also very much smut.

Work: A New Cure for Insomnia WC: 7.6k Relationship: Beelzebub x Reader, Beelzebub x MC AFAB reader, she/her pronouns and gendered terms for reader Warning: Explicit

Description:  M/C hasn't been able to sleep through the night in a week. Luckily, she runs into Beelzebub, who might have just the solution she needs.

M/C knew two things before she even opened her eyes; first, it was too damn early too be awake. Second, there was no way she was going to fall back asleep easily. Still, she tried to fight against what she knew to be true, keeping her eyes shut and praying to whatever deity was listening that she would be able to sleep until at least a semi-reasonable time. After what felt like an hour, but was more likely just a few minutes, she opened her eyes and flipped over towards where she left her phone to charge overnight.

“Are you shitting me?” she muttered to herself, rolling her eyes. It wasn’t even 3:30 in the morning.

She didn’t know why she was surprised – it had been like this for a week. She’d try to sleep at a normal time, only to wake up again in the middle of the night and lay awake for about an hour or two before eventually drifting back to sleep. M/C would normally spend that time scrolling through Devilgram, or sometimes texting Leviathan since he was the only brother that would be on his phone that late. Until tonight, she had refused to leave her bed. It felt like admitting defeat to do any bit of her morning routine during this hour, but if that’s what it took then tonight she was going to admit defeat. Laying in bed wasn’t helping her fall asleep again any quicker, so she decided to try a new approach.

Throwing a robe on over her nightdress, she rolled out of bed. Keeping her lights off to maintain the slim chances she had of falling asleep again sooner than later, she very carefully opened and shut her door, trying to make as little noise as possible. Her bare feet padded along the carpeted floor of the hallway until she found her way to the kitchen. Now she was faced with a dilemma. She wanted to keep the lights off to avoid waking up further, still desperately holding onto her dream of falling back asleep. Unfortunately she was not physiologically blessed with well-adapted features like the demons she lived with. She could not see in the dark, and if she felt around there was a risk she’d grab someone else’s food by mistake and start a fight in the morning when Beel was accused of eating the food, or worse – if Beel thought that someone else knowingly ate his food. M/C was not prepared to accept responsibility for that level of carnage. Compromising, she pulled her DDD out from the pocket of her robe and flipped on the flashlight. As she pointed the beam of light towards the cabinet labelled “human safe snacks”, two big eyes reflected back at her from the dark. “Fuck”, she whispered, clutching her chest “you almost gave me a heart attack, Beel”. She always forgot that their eyes reflected light like cats – she supposed it was necessary when living for centuries, if not millennia, in such a dark place. The brother in question swallowed whatever was in his mouth and grinned at her, “Hi, M/C. Did you get hungry too? Or are you still having some trouble staying asleep?”. She nodded. A small frown graced his face as he remembered his own struggles with nightmares. He hoped she didn’t have to deal with anything so awful.

She had mentioned to the brothers in passing that she hadn’t been sleeping very well over dinner, and Levi obviously knew from her uncharacteristically late texting, but she didn’t want to bother them or worse, worry them. They were so protective over her. In a way she appreciated it. She liked feeling so loved. On the other hand, it could feel smothering at times – like anything she did, she had to worry about how it would impact her boys. That was part of the reason she had never acted on her crush on Beelzebub. His brothers would riot.

The gentle giant had caught her eye from when they first met. He was absolutely gorgeous. Over time, she got closer to him. After they formed their pact together he had latched on to her and, to be honest, she had encouraged it. More time with him was a good thing in her book, even though she was always worried he’d catch her blushing or staring at his muscular arms and put two and two together. His brothers sometimes acted like he was stupid, but one thing she knew for sure was that he was anything but. He didn’t say as much as some of his brothers and he did talk about food quite a bit, but she felt that she understood why. His sin had to be painful. When she was hungry she could barely think her way out of a paper bag, so for him to be consumed by hunger more often than not and still manage to be as kind and gentle with her as he was? She admired him for it.

The sound of a cabinet door opening brought her back to reality. Beel pulled two things down from the shelf. M/C placed her phone face-down on the counter to still provide just a bit of light over a wider area. She smiled brightly at the items in front of her – her favorite mug and some sleepy-time tea from the human world. Her heart warmed as the red-head turned away from her to fill the kettle with water and place it on the stovetop. She remembered telling him once when they first began their friendship that she didn’t even particularly prefer the taste of that specific brand of tea, but she loved the silly drawing of the bear in pajamas on the box. It was a one-off comment, but he had listened and remembered all of these months later. How could she not fall for this giant goofball?

“Thank you, Beelzebub”, she said quietly. The sleep was still lingering in her body, making it hard to do much but mumble and yawn, but she knew she was going to be awake for the foreseeable future.

“Of course”, he replied.

The two sat in comfortable silence waiting for the kettle to boil. The only sounds were the steadily heating water and the muffled sounds of chewing coming from the demon across the counter from her. As the water reached a boil and the scream of the kettle pierced the air, Beelzebub brushed the crumbs from his hands and got up, crossing the kitchen in just a few strides and turning off the burner. Just as quickly as he left, he returned, filling the mug before her with hot water and watching the color flood out from the teabag.

“Be careful, it’s hot”, he cautioned. She thanked him and took the mug in her hands just to feel the warmth through the ceramic. They sat in silence just a big longer while she enjoyed the aroma of chamomile filling the room.

“Do you want to talk about it?” the demon didn’t even look up from his bag of spicy chips. Whether it was that he didn’t want to pressure her, or that he really was that focused on his chips, she couldn’t say.

“I think I’m just stressed – this happened once before, when I was back in school. It was my senior year and I realized I had two weeks left to write a thirty page essay from scratch. I got it done, but my sleep schedule was all messed up and took awhile to right itself again. Really, all I can do is deal with it for now unless I find a new way to fall asleep”.

“I see”, he seemed to think a bit on his response, almost like he was trying to solve a puzzle. “What have you tried?”.

“Well,” she thought back on the last seven nights, “I tried scrolling through my phone, I tried talking with Levi, and I’ve tried just lying there and hoping I fall back asleep”, his face became almost imperceptibly more serious at the mention of his older brother. Before she could look closely enough to see if he really did seem upset by something she said, his face had relaxed back to its normal state.

“Does anything else work for you?”

“Back home in the Human Realm, we have a supplement called ‘melatonin’, sometimes that will help but I already checked with Lucifer and it seems like there’s nothing in the Devildom with similar effects that wouldn’t kill a human. I’ve asked him to pick some up on his next trip, but that doesn’t help me now. Maybe a hot shower? But I’m worried that running a bath would wake the others up, and I don’t want to be a bother. I know it’s not a school night but you guys still have lives, I don’t want to deprive you of sleep. Especially Asmo – I think he’d kill me”. Beelzebub laughed at the image of an angry Asmodeus. Not because Asmodeus wasn’t terrifying when he was angry, but because the Devildom would freeze over before any of his brothers would harm her. Well, harm her now. She had become so dear to them in the months they’d known her – it was like they were new demons when they were around M/C.

Focusing again on the issue at hand, Beelzebub rested his hand on his chin, putting his now empty bag of chips in the growing pile of packages left empty from his nightly snack. From the looks of it, he had been in the kitchen for some time before she interrupted him. His brow furrowed in concentration, wanting more than anything to help her feel better.

After a minute spent under the sixth-born’s intense gaze, an occasional hum escaping his lips as he thought about her predicament, the human woman noticed the eyes of her demon brighten and a cheerful grin cross his face. Before she knew it, he was at her side, scooping her into his arms.

“What are you doing???” she whispered desperately, clinging to his well-sculpted arms out of fear of falling.

“Helping you sleep”, the man carrying her in his arms said this like it was the most obvious thing in the world, but without a hint of condescension. And with that, he whisked her away from the kitchen and towards the room he normally shared with Belphegor. Seeing no sign of the seventh-born, the human breathed a sigh of relief. He must be in the attic tonight. At least he wouldn’t get any blackmail material out of this situation. Beelzebub set her down in front of a door she hadn’t noticed before.

“What are we doing in your room, Beel?”

“You said a hot shower could help you sleep, right?”

“I did, but I also said that I didn’t want to wake anyone up”.

“That’s why this is perfect!” he smiled brightly, so clearly proud of himself, “Lucifer had a shower put in for when I come back from Fangol practice late. No one will be able to hear the water running”.

She was about to dismiss the idea- it felt intimate, using Beelzebub’s private shower, and the thought turned her as red as his hair. That is, until she looked up at his beaming face. How could she say no to those puppy dog eyes? Did he have any idea that she, his tiny little human, would move mountains for him? She could take a little embarrassment. And besides, he had a point. A shower really couldn’t hurt, and he would be in the other room, so what’s the issue?

“Okay” she smiled gently but sincerely. “Thank you Beel, I really appreciate you looking out for me”.

“Of course”. With that he walked into the bathroom and turned on the water, making sure the temperature wasn’t going to freeze or burn her. He was still learning about humans but he was fairly certain he’d become more aware of their physical limitations.

The human sat on his bed awkwardly, waiting for the go-ahead to enter the bathroom. She winced when he turned on the light, willing herself to adjust to the change more quickly.

“Come in,” she heard, and she walked towards the sound of running water, only to stop short at the threshold of the room. In front of her was Beelzebub, in the process of taking off his own pajama shirt, his necklace bouncing against his neck as he pulled the garment over his head.

“I am so sorry Beel,” she stuttered, averting her eyes. Though it was not the first time she had seen him shirtless, it was certainly the first time his hands had drifted towards the waistband of his pants while she was there to see. “I must have misunderstood – I’ll go back to my room. Have a good ni-“. Before she could finish her sentence and die of embarrassment in the safety of her own bedroom, she felt a hand close around her wrist and hold her steady.

“Where are you going?” Damn those puppy dog eyes. He looked confused and concerned.

“I – to my room?”, she stumbled over her words, equally confused. Did… did he want her to stay?

“Why? Did I do something wrong?”

“Absolutely not, I just thought you’d like your privacy, since you look like you’re about to use the shower. I thought you were offering it to me, but that was my mistake, I can leave now”. She was making eye contact with the handsome man now, if only because she was terrified she’d stare at his pecs until the end of time if she didn’t give herself something else to focus on.

“Oh, I get it”, the smile returned to his face, though smaller. “I don’t mind sharing, M/C. I made the temperature safe for humans too, feel it”, he took her by the wrist still in his grasp and very gently brought her hand through the open glass door of the shower so she could feel the water. She had to admit, it was the exact temperature she liked.

“Beel, do you know what showering together means for humans? Because I need to be sure that we’re on the same page before I agree to this”. The woman maintained eye contact, although it was becoming increasingly difficult to keep her eyes above his collarbones. His beautiful, delicate collarbones. He really was sculpted by God himself, wasn’t he? God couldn’t take credit for the upkeep of his creation though. Beelzebub really took care of himself for someone who could put away food quicker than an industrial garbage disposal.

“Satan leant me a book once where the characters took a shower together. They liked each other. I really like you, M/C. Don’t you like me?” Her breath caught in her throat. Both at the implication that Satan had loaned a raunchy romance novel to his brother, and that he had those kinds of thoughts about her.

“Definitions are important here, Beelzebub”. She hoped he knew she was being serious since she was using his full name. “How do you like me?”

He guided her hand from where it was still paused between them, dripping from testing the water just moments ago, and brought it to rest against his chest. “I’ve seen how you look at me, M/C”. His voice took on a seductive quality she could barely have imagined from the earnest sixth-born. “I think we like each other the same way”. With his other hand, he brushed her hair behind her ear and cradled her face in his large, calloused hand. She leaned into his touch and allowed herself to relish the feeling.

“Beel, I really care about you. Not only as a friend, but romantically as well. You mean so much to me and I don’t want to ruin this in a moment of weakness. I need to hear you say it”. She spoke into his palm, half hoping he wouldn’t hear her.

Whether it was lucky or unlucky, demons have excellent hearing, and there was no way he could ever mistake what he heard. Tilting her chin up with the hand she had been nuzzling, the demon bent closer and looked deep into her eyes, trying to convey what he knew he never could with words. They weren’t sure which one of them moved first, but before they knew it their lips had met in the middle. The kiss was soft and chaste, but they could feel how sure the other was that this was what they wanted. There was no hesitation on the part of demon nor human, only a feeling they might one day dare to call love.

“M/C”, he whispered against her lips, “you know I’m not as good with words as some of my brothers. Will you let me show you how I feel about you?”.

Rather than respond with words, the woman decided to follow his lead, and leaned in to join their lips once again as she nodded her agreement. She shimmied her robe off and let it drop to the floor before placing both of her hands back on Beelzebub to feel the muscles she’s dreamt of for months. Beelzebub’s hands settled themselves on her waist, squeezing gently as though reminding her that he is here, he knows her, and he wants her. Their kiss turned hungry as one of his hands slipped down her leg, teasing the hem of her nightgown. The demon pulled away just long enough to look in her eyes and seek her permission. The human nodded and she took a sharp breath as she felt where his rough hands began to push her dress from where it rested at mid-thigh upwards towards her hips. His hands continued upwards, dragging the fabric along her body while feeling the curves that he had studied from afar for so long. M/C raised her hands and they regretfully broke apart as he pulled the clothing from her body, leaving her only in a thin pair of panties.

The man took this pause to appreciate his human’s body- every stretchmark, every beauty mark, every dimple and freckle that had been hidden from his sight. He feels his sin begin to overtake him, desiring his dear friend’s body, wanting to metaphorically devour her until she screams his name. Not Mammon, or Asmodeus, or Leviathan, his name. Though envy was the third-born’s sin, Beelzebub himself felt more like the Avatar of Envy than the Avatar of Gluttony when he had heard M/C talk about how she had been texting Leviathan at night for the last week. He knew, rationally, why. Levi was a night owl, and they were good friends. Still, he had the thought, “why not come to me?”. He shouldn’t feel threatened – not only was Levi much too scared to ever make a move on M/C despite his fairly obvious crush, but the human exchange student was not actually his. Though he considered her his human and referred to her as such in his head, M/C shared a pact with his brothers as well. Tonight though, the melding of his gluttony and the unprecedented flood of envy he felt drove him to make her his.

His thoughts were interrupted by the object of his affections. “Your turn”, she said, sounding much more confident than when this encounter began. He grinned, and in one fluid motion he slipped off his pajama pants and let them join his shirt on the tile floor. He reached behind him to unclasp his necklace, but a small pair of hands grabbed onto his forearms in an attempt to stop him.

“Let me”, she wore a cocky grin. He turned around to face the mirror and bent down so she could reach his neck. In the mirror, though it was fogged by steam, he saw her stare intently at his back. She was focused on her task, but he was taken aback by the unexpected intimacy of the moment. He’d already stuck his tongue down her throat, but he was blushing at the tenderness of her removing his jewelry with such care. When he felt the leather cord leave his neck and heard the quiet clink of the tooth meeting the marble countertop, the giant couldn’t stop himself from turning around and standing to his full height. He held her tight to him, trying to memorize the feel of her skin on his and the way her heartbeat felt in her chest. She went along with his sudden movements, trusting him to keep her safe, and that alone just reaffirmed in his mind that he cared for her more than she would ever know. To trust him, a demon that could kill her in the blink of an eye, a demon who had even attempted to kill her on one occasion, brought him such a feeling of peace and gratitude.

Overpowering that feeling of peace, however, was the feeling of his cock hardening against the body in his grasp. The sound of running water and the feeling of her breath on his chest reminded him that there were time-sensitive matters at hand.

“Would you like to shower with me?” he asked, stepping back to appreciate her body once again, but holding her hands loosely in his so he could still feed his need for her body, just a bit.

“I would”. With a glint in her eye and a mischievous smile, she turned from him. He let her hands fall from his grasp, excited to have her entire body on his once again. The shorter of the two looked over her shoulder to be sure he was watching when she dropped her underwear, baring her ass to him and taking in his hungry expression. It only fed the fire growing in her belly. Now that they were doing this, she was going to make sure they did it her way. She wanted him to want her more than air, to feel like he’d die without her. Everyone knows that demons don’t handle temptation well, but this cocky, fragile human wanted to test his limits. If Lucifer knew what she was doing, tempting the most ravenous demon there is, he would be furious with her for so many reasons. That just made it more fun.

Turning back to face the shower, she stepped forward and let the steam envelop her like a warm hug. The shower was more spacious than it appeared at first. She had been slightly worried about fitting in a shower with the largest of the brothers, but she should have known that the eldest would have the forethought to make a Beel-sized shower. Leaning back, she let the water flow down her hair and back, taking in how good the pulsing showerhead felt on her tired body. Before she could enjoy the sensation for long, her companion stepped into the shower as well, closing the door behind them. The steam filled the shower more densely now that it had nowhere else to go, and the human pouted to herself that she wouldn’t be able to see her lover’s body as clearly.

As if sensing her displeasure, Beelzebub once again grabbed her by the wrist and led her hand to his chest. “Don’t worry, baby, you’ll get to look as much as you want later. After all, you’re mine now”. His voice was thick with want, “For now, touch”. Thinking he had the upper hand, he was surprised when he felt sharp teeth close around a spot on his chest, leaving a small red mark. A tongue came to soothe the sting, and his human stood on tip-toes to get close to his ear and whisper, “Oh, I’ll be touching. If I’m yours, you’re mine, and I plan to take full advantage”. His face turned red, and not from the heat of the water. His past lovers had all been passive, thinking that as a powerful figure in the Devildom that that’s what he wanted. This dynamic was new, but he wanted nothing more than to explore it.

Though she still could not see through the thick steam, M/C wanted to appreciate her demon’s body, Taking advantage of his shock, she pulled him to her and dragged his head down to meet in a passionate kiss. Needing more, she bit his bottom lip, demanding access to his mouth. He enthusiastically let her in,  letting her tongue twine with his while he eagerly explored her body with his hands. Normally, both of them loved to take their time, but months of romantic and sexual tension was coming to a head. M/C slipped her hands down his body, landing on his perfect ass. She couldn’t resist groping it, and when he moaned into her mouth she took that as a sign that she could grab him harder. His hands went to her breasts, one hand grabbing at one side and the other hand drifting to play with her other nipple, appreciating the noises of pleasure she made between kisses.

Standing beneath the water, they let their wet, naked bodies glide against one another. Beelzebub was once again taken by surprise when his little human shoved him against the wall of the shower. He moved to reach for her again, but she stepped back. “Stay,” she said. Though she had not used the power of the pact, her demon felt compelled to obey. Tilting the showerhead so she wouldn’t waterboard herself, M/C dropped to her knees in front of him, never once breaking eye contact. Her need to have him beg for relief hadn’t waned – if anything it had intensified. The determined look on her face excited Beelzebub. He didn’t know what she had planned, but he knew that when she decided on something there was no changing her mind.

The sixth-born stared intently as M/C nudged his thighs apart, one hand caressing the back of his calf and the other resting on his thigh. She left little kisses inside his thighs, starting just about his knees and traveling upwards along one leg. It was only now that she was able to see his cock, and the view was worth the wait. It took all of her self-control not to put her mouth on him, but she wanted him to unravel first. Looking up from between his legs, she saw him bite his lip and shut his eyes, trying so hard not to lose control with her.

“Look at me”, she said sternly, drawing his attention. “Your noises are mine. Don’t you dare keep them from me”. Powerless to resist, he released his lip from between his teeth and kept his eyes on the woman kneeling before him. She went back to her work, kissing and sucking and nipping at his skin, loving the sight of the bruises forming before her eyes. What she loved even more was the quickened breathing from the man above her. She wanted more of it.

Reaching the place where his thigh and groin meet, she licked and kissed at the delicate skin. His dick throbbed at the thought of her finally putting her beautiful lips around him. He almost cried when she pulled back and resumed her work on his other thigh. He had practice containing his sin, but he had much less experience with his brothers’ sins. He was no stranger to lust or greed, but for them to have this much control over him was new. His hands shook by his sides, trying to resist the urge to grab her by the hair and fuck her face like she was a toy. She knew exactly what she was doing. The human could feel the tension in his shaking thighs and his hands flexed only inches from her face. It was only a matter of time before his restraint ran out.

Leaning back on her knees and staring up at him, she scratched at his hips, earning a sharp intake of breath from her lover. “I’ll give you what you need”, she began, “if you beg”. Without hesitation, pleas fell from his lips, “Please, M/C, I need you. Please let me touch you, please touch me, I’ll take anything”.

“Then take it from me, love. Take everything you’ve ever wanted”. She had barely even finished speaking when she felt her demon’s hands gently make their way into her hair, tugging it into a makeshift handle. Glancing desperately into her eyes once more for permission, Beelzebub makes his hunger clear in the way he looks at his human. M/C could feel the wetness between her thighs, and she was sick of teasing herself along with her lover, even if seeing a powerful demon beg for her touch was something she feared she could get addicted to. Instead of reassuring him with words, she opened her mouth and looked up at him through her fluttering eyelashes, waiting to be used. Beelzebub pulled her to his crotch, allowing her to lick and kiss at the base of his cock, licking up the precum that had been flowing since he saw her in her nightgown. Her hand came up to gently massage his balls, making Beel throw his head back and moan.

“Fuck”, he said, mostly to himself, “you’re going to be the death of me”. He pulled her back, grabbing his cock with his other hand and slapping it against her cheek. Seeing the desperation in her eyes, he decided to have mercy and brought her lips just shy of the head of his dick, “Do you want to make me feel good, baby?” he asked. She nodded desperately, straining against his hold and trying to suck on his cock. Satisfied, he pulled her onto him, letting his human finally have a taste of him. Desperate to hear his moans, she sank down onto him, fighting through her gag reflex until her lips were pressed against the wild thatch of hair between his legs. Realizing she had fit him all, she let out a satisfied moan, rubbing her thighs together. Her moans were echoed by her demon, satisfied by the vibrations that her noises of pleasure caused. Shifting his hands to the side of her head, he pulled out slightly, then held her steady while he thrust into her throat. He wanted – needed - to feel her throat constrict around him as she struggled to breathe.

Eyes rolling back in her head, the woman could think of nothing but the way she could feel her throat bruising from his rough treatment. She brought her hands to his thighs, digging her nails into his skin. He gasped and pulled his human off of him, the slight pain having almost pushed him over the edge. Beelzebub knew he wouldn’t forgive himself if he came before he got to feel her cunt around his cock.

Offering her his hand, he helped her to his feet. He kissed her gently, trying to convey his appreciation for her and counter the rough treatment, though he got the sense from her dopey grin as he pulled away that she was having the time of her life.

“Do you think you can take me?”, he asked just loud enough to be heard over the roar of the shower. Thank goodness for Asmo’s constant baths, it meant Lucifer had gone for the largest water heater he could get his hands on a few centuries ago to avoid more complaints from the fifth-born about how he was “being punished for being beautiful” when the hot water ran out.

M/C looked down again at the monster between his legs. He was definitely larger than any human she’d been with before, but he was not so large that she feared for her physical safety. “Definitely not without some prep, I’m wet as hell for you but I’m not risking having to sit with an ice pack between my legs tomorrow. I really don’t want to answer any questions about that”. She laughed, a beautiful sound that brought a smile to his face, but he felt a new wave of possessiveness roll through him at the thought of his brothers knowing that he was the one who would be allowed to love her, to hold her, to fuck her until she cried. Beel may be one of the more low-key brothers personality-wise, but he was still a demon. It was in their nature to indulge.

Nodding to show he understood, Beel knelt where she had before, guiding her to the wall and maneuvering her thigh over his shoulder. He stroked her leg gently, looking up at her with a hungry grin. Knowing he was once again waiting for her permission, she nodded eagerly. He got closer to her sex, her legs spread for him and her arousal thick in the air, but stopped just short of where she wanted him.

This fucking tease.

He knows exactly what he’s doing, she knows it. He was clearly Lucifer’s brother, the family trend towards sadism shining through. She supposes that she was asking for it, making him beg earlier. That doesn’t make her like it any more.

“Please, Beel, I need you”, her voice was more like a whine than the confident tone that she’d been able to manage at the start of this. He let out a deep laugh, thinking her desperation was just intoxicating. Rather than drag it out, he told himself that he’d have so many more opportunities to make her lose her mind in any and every way he could imagine. He was sick of denying himself what they clearly both wanted. With that thought, he dove in like she was his favorite meal and honestly, she might be after this. None of the food he normally ate made such cute noises when he devoured it. She writhed against the wall, trying at first to find a handhold to ground herself along the walls of the shower, but quickly settled on grabbing a fistful of his bright hair and pulling him impossibly close to her. One of Beelzebub’s arms rose up to her waist, pinning her in place, while the other held her thigh up to keep her legs open for him. M/C could hardly distinguish the individual sensations, just that his tongue was hot and wet and eager on her cunt. Pulling harder on his hair, she almost screamed at the feeling of his moans against her. Beel likes a little pain, duly noted.

She was brought back into her body at the feeling of her lover shifting his attentions towards her clit, making room for him to gently feel around her entrance. It seemed he was taking her desire for more prep very seriously, which she appreciated since her human lovers rarely cared this much. The irony almost made her laugh. That ghost of a laugh turned to a gasp as he slipped one long, thick finger into her, quickly followed by a second when he met almost no resistance.

“Holy fuck” she moaned. The demon’s mouth left her skin and he stared up at her with starry eyes and a face absolutely coated in her slick. She had not been kidding about being wet for him, and his skilled mouth just exacerbated the situation. “Doing alright up there, cutie?” he asked his lover, wanting to hear her admit just how close he was to bringing her to orgasm as he continued to rub that spot inside of her that made her legs shake. “You know exactly what you’re doing to me, don’t pretend” she retorted, finding his smugness just irritating enough that she wanted to wipe that smirk off of his face.

Finding that a third finger fit inside of her with little resistance, he placed kisses along her hip and thigh, deciding she was as ready for him as he was willing to wait for. Another night, he’d have her begging for him to be inside of her but he quickly approaching the limits of his patience. Removing his fingers from her, he gently lowered her leg and rose to his full height. Staring down at her dazed expression and heaving chest, he kept his appetite at bay just a bit longer by tasting the remnants of her on his fingers and licking his lips.

M/C was furious at having her orgasm taken from her when she had been so close that there was no way that a being with as many years of sexual experience as him didn’t notice. Shutting off the water, the look in her eyes made it clear she was out of patience as well. She reached around the demon in front of her and flung open the shower door, telling him to get out and motioning towards the door to his bedroom with a jerk of her head. As Beel stepped out of the shower and cleared the path for her, she grabbed his hand and dragged him back towards his bed. Though he was much stronger and could resist her tugging with absolutely no effort, he wanted to see where she was going with this so he went along with his human’s directions. She tugged Beelzebub in front of her and placed two hands firmly on his pecs, pushing him back onto his bed. As hell went down, he grabbed her forearms, pulling her onto the bed with him, forcing her to straddle him to regain her balance.

Without the sound of rushing water, the human became more aware of the situation she was in. The only sound she could hear was the heavy breathing of herself and her partner. The water clinging to their skin was chilling with the air, sending a shiver down her spine. It was definitely the fact that she went from a hot shower to the chilly air of his bedroom, definitely not the anticipation from the fact that she could feel his cock pulsing underneath her or the anxiety she felt at not wanting to disappoint the object of her affections. That was her story and she was sticking to it.

Sensing a bit of her trepidation, Beel once again cradled her cheek with his large hand and stared at her with eyes full of adoration. “Hey”, he whispered.

“Hey”, she whispered back.

“We don’t have to do this if it’s too much” his voice was sincere and that alone was enough to settle her nerves. Rather than answer him with words, she bent down just the slightest bit and left a delicate kiss on the tip of his nose. Giving him a reassuring smile, she reached beneath her to grab his cock and rub it along her folds.

It took all of his self-control not to thrust upwards the second he felt his cockhead catch on her entrance. Focusing on his breathing, he rested his hands on her waist and looked up at her through thick eyelashes. Echoing her earlier plea, he told her to take anything she needed from him. Giving him one last smile, she lined him up with her entrance and began to slide down his length. Her eyes closed, trying desperately to commit this sensation to memory while he fixed his eyes on her face screwed up in pleasure and tried to commit that to memory.

Inch by inch, she eventually felt her hips make contact with his own. The human had never felt so pleasantly full, and her heart warmed at the pleased hum she heard come from the man beneath her. Opening her eyes, she gently brushed his hair out of his face, running her thumb across his cheek. With a gentle smile shared between them, she began to move. His hands tightened on her waist as she gained speed, using more force to bounce on her lover’s cock as she grew more confident. The orgasm she had been so close to before was quickly building up within her again, a warm feeling taking root in her stomach.

“Beel, please baby, I need more, I can’t move fast enough”, she scratched along his chest as she continued to ride him.

“Anything you need, I’m yours”. Her world spun and before she could process that he had flipped them, she was overcome with the feeling of him reaching deeper inside of her than she could remember feeling before, stretching her walls so very pleasantly. He thrust with reckless abandon, pulling her body to meet his movements like she weighed nothing. “So fucking tight, you’re squeezing me so tight, baby”, he mumbled. The two had entirely forgotten where and when they were, letting moans and grunts and praise tumble off of their lips as they had longed to for months.

“I’m close, M/C” he said, the plea implicit in his statement. Please let me cum. Her own mind going blank with pleasure as her orgasm overtook her, she couldn’t do anything but nod and wrap her legs around his waist tightly, hoping he understood that she wanted nothing more than for him to fill her with evidence that this wasn’t a wonderful dream, that this was real and had happened. Understanding, he nodded, and with a cry of her name she felt a heat spread through her. His thrusts slowed and stopped, and he dropped to his elbows in an attempt not to collapse on top of her. Her legs unwound from his body, collapsing to the sides.

The two laid in silence for a bit and tried to process what had just happened. What did this mean? What happens when the other brothers find out? Do they have a future together as two beings with wildly different lifespans and from two different realms? Somehow, each in their own heads, they decided at the same time that the other was worth it. Whatever the answers to those questions, they were willing to try if it meant that the other would be there when they woke up every morning and when they went to sleep at night. Beel turned the two of them onto their sides, still not leaving the warmth of her body. Taking a hand, he cradled her head against his chest, making a silent promise to protect her and be by her side as long as she would have him. As she closed her eyes and inhaled his scent, sleep finally coming to her, she made her own promise to bring a smile to his face every day.

After a discussion the next morning, the two had agreed to keep things to themselves until they worked things out more solidly. Unfortunately, nothing in the House of Lamentation can ever go the way that it should.

Beel left the room a few minutes before her, hoping not to arouse any suspicions. They checked each other’s necks and found no hickeys, they made sure their hair was combed out and they were wearing their own clothing, doing their best to avoid every pitfall that would reveal they had spent the early morning hours in each other’s arms. He left the room with his sweatpants slung low on his hips and his tight black tanktop showing off his muscular physique. She was so relieved to be able to drool over him a little more openly now. He gave her a kiss on her cheek and promised to save some food for her.

At breakfast M/C had barely sat down and greeted the brothers, minus Beel who was still in the kitchen, before she could feel sunset-colored eyes on her. She had expected Asmo to know, at some level, but she absolutely was not going to confirm anything for him. He had no proof.

“So,” Asmodeus began with his usual grin seeping through his voice, “the funniest thing happened last night”.

“Do tell, Asmo” she just wanted to get this interrogation over with. She knew without any kind of proof none of the other demons would take him any more seriously than usual, and they knew he loved to tease her with wild accusations and innuendos.

“I got in from the Fall at maybe 4am, and of course you know I just have to make sure that my skin stays in flawless shape, so I stopped in at the kitchen to grab that new face mask I showed you from the fridge”, the human felt some of the color drain from her face, but did her best to maintain a neutral expression. She had thought that Asmo would be staying over at Purgatory Hall with Solomon last night, but clearly she was misinformed. He probably got too drunk and they didn’t want to risk Luke being exposed to a sloshed Avatar of Lust. Suddenly her breakfast was just so interesting, she couldn’t possibly look up from her plate.

“You don’t say? I didn’t know they had the kind you needed to refrigerate in the Devildom”. A bold-faced lie. He’d brought you to a store that reminded you of Lush just last week to pick up a haul, and he had given you an hour long explanation on everything he had gotten, hoping it would rub off on you.

“That’s not the funny part”, he continued slowly, knowing he had you cornered. “When I passed the twins’ room, I felt the most delicious surge of lust. Would you happen to know anything about that, darling? I could’ve even sworn I heard some very familiar noises, given my sin”.

“Y’know Asmo, I wouldn’t. You said it was around 4am? It seems like it would be a little rude to me to ask your brothers if they had any particularly entertaining dreams, but that seems to be the only explanation”.

With that, he knew he had you. A Cheshire grin spread across his face in an almost unsettling way, “That makes sense. In that case, would you care to explain the little bitty human-hand sized scratch marks I saw on Beel’s hips when his shirt rode up earlier?”

Beel had wandered out of the kitchen just in time to hear the exchange and feel the stares of all six of his brothers bore into his skull.

Fuck. At least you’d found your new favorite way to beat insomnia.

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Hey I was just wondering if you’d possibly do headcannons of A fic of the batfam in specific Damian getting all of readers (Damian’s biological older brother who’s a blood witch/vampire) long decade old friends killed by accident when he slips up and tells the league where they operate from and reader cannot cope with this so he goes into the forest at night to scream and cry in private but Damian follows him one night and sees reader about to end their lives and he stops them admits the truth and expects the reader to kill him with one look but instead reader hugs him and cry’s saying he should have been a better brother and he understands it’s a mistake and Damian gets upset as well and hugs reader back just them both crying saying sorry and Bruce finds them and takes them back to the mansion, the end and if you can’t do it cause of the attempted suicide I understand it’s just a personal thing but thank you for considering my request anyways.

Don't worry anon, I got you. Again, I don't know why this is short. I have entered my short era once more...

Summary: Damian makes a lethal mistake and (Y/N) suffers.

Warnings: mentions of murders, ATTEMPTED SUICIDE, if you are sensitive to it or think that it may trigger something, don't read, angst, hybrid reader.

Out of all the children that Bruce has, (Y/N) is the only one who is supernatural one. It was one of the biggest shocks that Bruce has ever received. Turns out, (Y/N)'s mom is one of the most powerful witch and a vampire. (Y/N) turned out to be a powerful hybrid too.

(Y/N) had a lot of friends in the supernatural world and they were all a tight knit group. It wasn't easy to introduce anyone in the said group, but his friends accepted his brothers and out of them four, Damian was liked a lot. Jason too.

His friends had a knick knack for dry humor and sarcasm. The brothers were honored that they were introduced to (Y/N)'s important part of his life.

His friends were also very helpful in regards to a lot of their enemies and foes. (Y/N) didn't know what he would do without his friends, since they are the only ones that understand him and what it's like to be a hybrid.

If only (Y/N) knew what is going to transpire.

(Y/N) ran into his friend's secret place. Panic and adrenaline clouded his mind as he ran with every fiber in his being. He didn't expect to get a call from Damian, warning him about the attack.

He admitted that he slipped up and (Y/N) didn't hear anymore. He ran like a madman to here and now up the stairs to their apartment. He wanted to cry as he managed to smell the blood, but he held out hope that they were alive.

He prayed to whatever deity was listening to him right now, that they are alive.

He has never been religious, but he has hoped and prayed that they were alive. Damian was not to far behind, knowing that he needed to make things right.

(Y/N) ran in and stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of his lifeless friends. He dropped down on his knees and just screamed. He started crying, leaning forward, gripping his hair.

The ground shook as if there is an earthquake. Damian stopped in the front, hoping that he wasn't to late. He knew (Y/N)'s powers got out of control when he got extremely emotional. Usually on the more negative emotions.

Inside, (Y/N) took a stake from his friend's heart. He needs to give them a burial. But can he really let go of them? His friends who are the most important people in the world?

(Y/N) stood up shakily, bloody stake in hand. He can't. He won't. He will go with them. He ran past Damian, directly into the woods. Damian turned right back, running after him. He had a bad feeling about (Y/N).

(Y/N) stopped, looking up at the moon. He took a deep breath, trying to be calm enough to say this.

" I can't go on without you my friends. " (Y/N) started, raising a stake to stab himself in the heart. " And to you Bruce, I'm sorry. But I can't go on. " (Y/N) said, about to stab himself before he was tackled by Damian.

(Y/N) let out an oof and Damian took the stake and threw it away. He started sobbing and (Y/N) blinked a few times. He has never seen Damian cry.

" Do it! Just kill me! " Damian yelled, tears falling down his face. (Y/N) was frozen before he hugged Damian tightly. Damian didn't expect it. He killed his friends. He can't really understand how somebody could consider him a brother now.

" I won't Damian. I won't. I should have been a better brother to you. And it's a mistake too. You didn't mean it. You didn't mean it... " (Y/N) repeated before he started crying softly.

Damian started crying too, hugging his older brother back. They held each other tightly, not hearing that Bruce coming.

" I know you two are not interested in moving, but it would be better if we go back to the manor. " Bruce started, helping them up. Damian and (Y/N) nodded, standing up. They were both drained and they both knew that they couldn't be alone tonight. (Y/N) pulled Damian closer by the shoulders.

They will get through this together.

#dc comics #dc x male reader #x male reader #batfamily #damian wayne x male reader #robin x male reader

[truebluemenace]

I'm thinking about Sonic going from just a regular guy, to becoming a rumor, then a myth, then a legend, then, eventually, a deity of sorts.

Like, okay, he's still a normal dude. That is, if normal dudes can run at the speed of sound and harness ultimate power to defeat gods and titans.

But the more people he saves, the more people learn about him. And I would have to imagine that Sonic as a figure feels very mythical to the average person, especially if they've never met him.

This guy protects the planet and has saved it from monumental threats and he has never once demanded anything in return, not even recognition for his actions. And nobody, save for a very small few, knows anything about him.

When crises happen, the average person starts hoping for Sonic to show up and save them all. As time goes on, these hopes evolve into something more like prayers.

When Sonic dies, memorials are created around the planet for the fallen hero. It's strange to think that he's actually gone, even in the aftermath of Eggman's conquests. People visit these memorials and leave flowers or other small gifts, in honor of the hedgehog who saved them all time and time again, and they almost feel more like tribute.

Sonic comes back to life and these memorials become more like holy sites. Just because Sonic's alive doesn't mean there isn't still this drive to treat these places like temples, temples where Sonic is their deity.

It makes Sonic uncomfortable when he starts to come across them, while the Restoration is still fixing the planet. People making offerings and praying in his name, thanking him for protecting the planet and asking him to continue to do so. What's even worse is when these types of people meet him directly, and he has to deal with his worshippers falling at his feet.

He liked it a whole lot better when he was dodging interviews and autographs. He never wanted anything like this.

When he discusses it with his friends, they generally agree that yeah, it is pretty weird. But it also feels like many of them look at him differently these days, too.

Especially Knuckles.

They have a conversation about it once.

"Do you know what makes something a god?" Knuckles had asked.

"Well, I've fought a few of them, so I should probably know," Sonic joked, catching the way Knuckles' frown deepened in a lack of amusement. "Well, they all tend to have a lot of power."

"Sure, but where do you think that power comes from?"

"Uh, chaos energy?"

Knuckles sighed. "It's more than that. Look at Shadow. He's got loads of chaos energy, but you wouldn't consider him a god, would you?"

"I don't know, he is supposedly immortal."

"Sonic."

"What?" Sonic put his hands up. "I don't get your point, Knux. Why are you even asking me this?"

"Gods are formed from worship."

Sonic froze. It hit him immediately what Knuckles was implying. He forces out a chuckle. "I don't think a few misguided people treating me like some otherworldly force means anything, pal."

"You know it's not just a few people, Sonic. This is a global thing that's happening."

Sonic waved a hand. "It'll die down, trust me. It's all just because I was gone for six months and magically seemed to come back. The average person doesn't know the full story."

The full story was this: Sonic didn't feel like a deity. Those six months were the worst experience of his life, and now that he was in the aftermath he still felt bad more often than not. He hid it well, but his time imprisoned and tortured had left its mark, the way he flinched at shadows and shied away from physical contact even worse than before, even as he craved it more than he ever had in his life.

He'd always felt unstoppable, a side effect of his speed, he imagined. And then he was stopped, and the illusion he had viewed himself through shattered.

He had never felt more small. He felt even further from a god than ever.

It didn't help that the world fell apart in his absence. Dealing with guilt on top of everything else wasn't helpful.

"Listen, Knux," Sonic said, letting his tone grow serious. "Don't bring this up with anyone else, okay? The last thing we need is for people to start acting more weird around me. This craziness needs to just blow over."

Knuckles looked at him intensely, studying his expression. Sonic didn't know what he saw, but he sighed. "Fine, I won't. But I still--"

"Great, thanks! I gotta go, I'll see you around!"

"Sonic, wait--!" Knuckles called out too late, the wind rushing past him as Sonic took off, speeding away before the echidna could get another word in.

He didn't get a chance to tell Sonic that his chaos energy signature had started to feel different.

#sonic #sonic the hedgehog #sth #my writing #sonic headcanons #<- kinda. i guess this is more of an au

[bohobooks]

I have another request, if your comfortable with Could this knew be Sebastian Sallow X reader X Ominis Gaunt (if not just pick one of the two boys)

The reader is secretly Rookwood's child and is so afraid to turn out like him and hopes no one finds out about this but somehow sebastian and ominis find out and to the readers surprise they don't hate them and under that she's nothing like Rookwood.

Nothing Like Your Father (Sebastian x MC x Ominis)

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Lies. One word to describe my life; one word to encompass all of the untruths that plague my every day.

From the first time Sebastian had accompanied me to Hogsmeade at the beginning of the year.

"What interest does Rookwood have in you?" He had asked. Poor clueless boy.

"I don't know." I had responded. Lies.

I had been so careful- so very fucking careful. I had orchestrated every little thing that I could to keep anyone from finding out.

From finding out what you may ask? From finding out the truth of my past, the truth of my parentage. From finding out that I was the daughter of Victor Rookwood.

Yet, in the end of it all here we were. Rookwood had caught me unaware, too busy with Ranrok to even care what my father could possibly be up to. He took me as I exited Ollivanders, believing that I was alone- completely unaware of the two boys perched atop the roof of the wandmaker's business.

I knew perfectly well that as my father apperated us to the Rookwood Castle that my boys wouldn't be far behind- yet I found myself praying to any deity that would listen that they wouldn't. I had come this far, my secret had lasted this long.

"Fuck off, Rookwood." I spat at the ground in front of him as his lackeys held my arms behind my back.

My father threw his head back in laughter, "'Fuck off, Rookwood'," he mocked me, "Is that any way to address your father you ungrateful brat?"

"You may have had a hand in my conception," I growled, "But you will never, ever be my father. Not even if the stars fall."

Rookwood tsked, circling me and my captors, "Such a shame. I was hoping you would join me. The magic in the repository is our birthright, Y/n!"

His eyes study my face, seemingly hoping to find anything but the hatred that lingered there. He shook his head, "It's a shame, really. No father looks forward to the day they kill their own daughter. Men- take care of her."

Even though the idiots hadn't even taken my wand, I couldn't reach it with my hands still pinned behind my back. I closed my eyes, allowing my magic to trail out- reaching for any lingering ancient magic in the repository below. The familiar tell-tale hum began in my veins, and my eyes shot open, glowing the bright near white blue that I have grown accustomed to. The air crackled around me and the ground began to shake.

The two goons holding my wrists became unsettled, "Uh, boss?"

My father whirled around, "Just kill her, you imbecile!"

Lightning struck down from the heavens above, disintegrating the men who restrained me. Around me, the other Ashwinders began to shout.

"Seize her!" My father ordered, but it was too late. I had already retrieved my wand from my pocket. One by one, I killed the remaining ashwinders. Collecting the traces of magic their souls left behind, I felt the ancient power within me strengthen. As I dropped the last Ashwinder, someone began to slow clap.

I turn to him, my father, as he began to circle me, "My dearest daughter," he grinned with nothing but pure malice, "All of that fighting, yet not one unforgivable left your lips. You're weak, but apparently so we're my men." He shrugs, pulling out his wand, "You know what they say, my dear. If you want something done, you have to do it yourself. Bombarda!"

Expecting that, I easily rolled out of the way. Once again, the ground starts trembling. My father seems unphased, continuing to fire blast after blast at me- clearly attempting to stop me from focusing the Ancient Magic. The joke is on him, though. Over the past year he had sent goon after goon to take me to him, but all that appeared to do was strengthen and train me. I lift my hand that was not holding my wand, pulling him off of the ground.

I watched as he floated, meters above me, "You know, dad." I spat the last word with such distain, "You're mistaken. I do use unforgivables, only when someone really deserves it. Crucio!"

Midair, my fathers body contorts in agony. I watch him, allowing him to writh for a moment. I end the spell, allowing him a moment. To my surprise, he begins to beg, "Please, my girl." His body still twitches, "We can be a family again. We can be powerful together!"

I laugh- none of this was funny, but something deep within me broke. I laughed and laughed until tears trickled from my eyes. Wiping them and calming myself, I look him in the eyes, "Dad?" I watch as hope flickers in his eyes, "Say hi to Ranrok for me, he should be joining you in hell pretty soon." My fathers eyes widen, causing the reflection of the bright green flash as I end him once and for all, "AVADA KEDAVRA."

I drop Rookwood's lifeless body to the ground, and quickly follow suit. I curl my body inward, holding my knees to my chest as I sob. Every sorrow, every heartbreak- all of it left me as I wailed.

In my fit of agonizing sorrow, I heard footsteps approaching. I whirled up to my feet, wand out and ready to fight the approaching figures.

"Woah, there." Sebastian said, holding his hands up in surrender. My guard quickly drops as Ominis wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into his firm chest. My knees give out as I begin to sob again. Ominis lowers us to we are on the ground, and a second pair of arms wrap around the two of us. Ominis murmurs comforting words into my hair, "It's okay my love, everything is alright. You did what you had to do."

In their arms, I sobbed until the teats ran dry. Breaking the silence, other than the soothing words from the boys, I spoke for the first time since damning my father to hell, "How much did you see?"

Sebastian squeezed me tighter, "Enough," there was a pause as he thought, "Y/n, why didn't you tell us Rookwood was your father?"

I shook my head, still refusing to lift my face from Ominis's chest, "You'd hate me. You'd think I was like him."

Ominis chuckled, to my surprise. I pulled away from the boys, sitting up to look at them. "Omi?" I spoke carefully.

"You really thought that I, a Gaunt, would care who your father was?" He smiled and leaned forward to put a hand on my cheek.

Sebastian did the same, placing his own hand on my other cheek. His thumbs gently brushed away the lingering tears from my cheek, "It would take alot more to cause us to even think negatively about you- but to hate you?" He smiled softly.

Ominis continued, "We are far too in love with you to ever even consider hatred."

Tears filled my eyes as I once again placed myself into their arms, "I love you boys too. Forever."

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy oneshot #sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy sebastian #sebastian sallow x reader #ominis gaunt #ominis x reader #sebastian x reader x ominis #harry potter #wizarding world oneshot #hogwarts legacy ominis #requests #answered

[ast3ryne]

this is officially my second request : prompt #128 or 16 with sparrow ben <33 thankss

Drunken Words

Pairing: sparrow!ben x umbrella!reader

Warnings: None really, just smut and drinking ig

Word Count: 761

Summary: Ben and Y/N get drunk and make some questionable decisions, then they decide to embrace it the morning after.

A/N: I wrote this on a 10+ hour flight because I got horny halfway through, so enjoy. Also reader has a vagina, gender neutral pronouns still.

Luther’s wedding was chaotic, and you expected no less of it. There were a great many highlights to the night if you were being honest, but the one that took the cake had to be Ben and Five’s drunken rambles. Or at least that’s what you would’ve said had it not been for Ben’s insistence on sticking by your side and coaxing you to drink with him, for some reason.

“I already told you I’m too much a lightweight to just drink whenever I feel like it.” You repeated as you chose one of the newly vacant hotel rooms, Ben directly behind you.

“That’s unfortunate, but more for meee.” He tried to take another swig but you snatched the bottle out of his hand, groaning.

“You’ve clearly had far too much, come here,” You didn’t wait for his response as you pushed him into one of the two beds in the room. Much to your dismay, and his pleasure, he grabbed your arm and pulled you so that you were on top of him, knees split by his leg in between them.

Ben seemed all too amused by this, tilting his head with a sly grin as he stared at your face, examining it in a way that almost made you uncomfortable.

Finally, he spoke. “You’re pretty.”

You blinked, mouth opening to respond and closing again several times. That was until you realized his fingers were creeping to your hand that held the bottle, and you rolled your eyes.

“And, you’re drunk.”

You sat up, holding the bottle up to your head and downing it’s remains before tossing it to the side. “There, there’s nothing for you to get, now sleep.”

“Can you sleep with me?” He asked, an unfamiliar tone slipping into his voice. He even threw the blankets aside and made room for you by the window. Just as you were about to say no he gave you that look again, the same look he gave you before, and suddenly sleeping with him didn’t seem too bad.

So you slipped into the bed, pulling the blankets up and facing him, so you don’t have to face the fact the world is imploding right outside that window.

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You don’t remember what happened after that, but waking up now you prayed to whatever deity that was listening it wasn’t anything bad. Because it sure as hell felt like it was something bad when you woke up to Ben’s bare chest against you, his arms circled fully around your hips and holding them in place, and perhaps the most alarming, neither of you were wearing pants.

“You fainted straight into my arms,” His voice was groggy and vibrated in the most annoying delightful way, “You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

That didn’t sound right. But when you tried to remember what actually happened his fingers squeezed into your hips, slowly trailing down to your thigh and pulling your leg on top of his own hip.

Or maybe not. What did you do last night. “Would you mind…recounting for me?”

He chuckled, and it resounded right through your body.

“I don’t actually know, but one can only guess from these.” He pulled the blanket off, and looking closer you realized just how many hickeys were littered on his chest, his neck, not to mention the scratches.

You blinked, hard. Dear god did you fuck him? You wouldn’t be surprised, he was hot. But Jesus Christ. You’re never drinking again, if not for the fact that the world was ending soon then for the fact that you’d prefer to remember it if you slept with Ben again.

Though now that if was looking like when with the way you felt him harden between your legs, finger tracing circles on your thigh and lookin at you so…

You don’t know who leaned in first, but you’d practically latched onto each other. Mouths moving against each other desperately. His hips grinding upwards as he pressed himself into the wetness that pooled in your underwear. You whimpered into his mouth at the feeling, the noise shocking your nearly as much as it did him.

Ben rolled the two of you over, shifting you onto his lap and keeping his hands planted on your hips as you kept grinding, his boxers growing damper with every movement.

“Fucking tease.”

“I dunno, you seem to enjoy it.” You retorted, staring down at him.

“Not as much as you’re going to.”

#ben hargreeves #tua #ben hargreeves x reader #the sparrow academy #the umbrella academy #the umbrella academy imagine #ben hargreeves smut #request #umbrella!reader #sparrow!ben #requests