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clanwarrior-tumbly · 3 months

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hihi !! kinda a specific request i apologize- can i get a pre-terapagos confrontation kieran having beef with the readers ‘raidon please? (also if possible i wanna claim 🧃as an anon emoji)

"So...you're a legendary too, huh? Brought here from the past/future?"

"Agia.."

"I bet [y/n] loves parading you around. Everyone in the damn school can't stop talking about you....if only I had a Pokémon like that."

"Agiii?"

"No, not you. I want one like Terapagos..assuming it even exists."

Overhearing the obvious beef Kieran had with your 'raidon made you frown a little, especially as you, him, Carmine, and Briar were supposed to be enjoying a picnic right now.

Exploring Area Zero's underdepths became quite exhausting, so you suggested taking a small break from the Terapagos hunt. There weren't many safe spots down here, but after you eventually defeated a Garganacl with a mysterious tera type, you settled for the small island where a beautiful crystalline tree stood.

Apparently, the type was coined "Stellar" by Professor Sada/Turo, and it wasn't anything like the ones you've seen on Paldea's surface.

Its crown was certainly beautiful to look at, yet the lights were blinding as your Pokémon shattered it into pieces.

Carmine and Briar didn't get the chance to see it, and neither did Kieran...not that he really cared to begin with. But they all came over after you called out to them, before (mostly) everyone agreed to a picnic.

But even as you finished splitting up a sandwich, Briar was documenting some more stuff in her book, and Carmine was cleaning off the ceramic cup Sinistcha was in...all you could do was look at the boy who was still sitting alone by the water. He only took a bag of chips from the table, albeit scarcely munching on them.

This whole time, he was still sulking over you beating him back at the academy...so much so he didn't let any of his Pokémon out.

You didn't know whether that was because he felt like "punishing" them for losing, or that he simply didn't want them buddying-up with the ones who defeated them, being fully convinced you two are enemies and rivals. Nothing else.

He's still resentful of you...but isn't being as loud about it as before.

For whatever reason, though, your 'raidon decided to forgo drooling over the sandwich you were crafting in favor of keeping him company. But he didn't really seem to understand or care too much.

If anything, he couldn't stand to look at it.

Back in Kitakami, Kieran was stunned that something like an ancestor/robotic copy of Cyclizar could even exist in the first place. Watching you drive it around the land and fly on its back was the coolest thing in the world, and while you offered..he was far too scared to try it for himself...

Now?

To him, it's just another Legendary you could brag about.

Another Legendary that chose you and not him.

Just like-

"Giiiaoooo?"

"What the..? No. You can't have this. It's mine." He scowled, trying to push back the 'raidon's snout as it tried grabbing at his snack. "Go away, dumb lizard."

"Hey. Watch what you say to [Koraidon/Miraidon]."

Tensing, Kieran looked up to see you approaching him. Although he didn't move from his spot even as you sat down next to him, his brows still furrowed with annoyance and disgust.

"But that's what it is...a dumb lizard begging for scraps." He scoffed, watching as your companion rested its head across your lap, your hand on top of it. "Can you even call that a "Legendary?" I bet I can train it better.."

"We've..already taken care of that, but thank you." You huffed, shifting your gaze to the Carbink that were hovering nearby, before glancing back at him. "I left you half a sandwich if you're hungry."

He blinked, at first a bit surprised by your kind gesture. But he just shook his head, refusing to let his guard down. "Just give it to your 'raidon. I don't need it...b-but thanks anyways." He quickly added, seemingly flustered as he grabbed a rock and skipped it along the water.

Both you and the 'raidon seemed to notice this, smiling a little. It seems his politeness hasn't totally gone down the drain just yet. "You're welcome."

"So you told us the professor managed to bring two of 'em into the present, right?"

"Yeah."

"...well, where's the second one?"

Your smile faded a bit, and that was all that he needed to know.

'It's not fair...why do they get to have two?'

"...I see, of course. What a stupid question for me to ask." His shoulders became slumped. "I don't get what's so special about you, [y/n]. You can catch any Pokémon you want..even ones that shouldn't even be here in the first place." Once again, he was directing his frustrations at your 'raidon, who just chuffed at his remark.

"Agiiaaaa.."

"Shhh, easy.." You soothed, petting its head, before you frowned at the boy who was holding onto so much hatred and envy for you, wishing things didn't have to be this way. "Kieran, I swear there's nothing "special" about me. You think I'm some "Pokémon magnet", but that's not true. You don't know what-"

"I'm ready to go. Here, [Koraidon/Miraidon]. Since you want them so badly." Without warning, he threw down the bag of chips in front of the 'raidon's face, getting up and storming back to the picnic table.

Briar and Carmine wondered what was going on, although the latter hoped that you would've snapped her brother out of this "funk" of his by now, seeing as you went over to talk to him.

Instead he seemed even more pissed off, insisting upon packing up and continuing further down. You just let your 'raidon eat the chips and listened in on the siblings' conversation.

"Jeez, there's no race to get to Terapagos, Kiki. If it's been down here for 2 million years..I doubt it's going anywhere."

"Well we should get a move on anyways. Getting too relaxed here. I wanna see it--no, I need to see it." You heard him mutter under his breath, seeing the way his fists clenched.

Despite them being literally two feet away, Briar was still off in her own little world, writing down more stuff in her journal. And she was more than ready to jump up and continue the journey if it meant seeing Terapagos for herself, too.

If anything, you, Carmine, and Kieran all felt like the adults here..making sure she didn't rush into an unknown section of the winding caverns the moment you cleared them of crystals.

"Agii.."

Looking back at your 'raidon, you noticed that it also upset by Kieran's attitude--especially when it was just trying to cheer him up and be nice.

"Don't worry about him, bud. You did nothing wrong, he's just...lashing out." You cradled its head, touching noses affectionately. "Yknow, Arven kinda acted the same way when we first met him, didn't he?"

The Legendary nodded.

"And he eventually came around to liking you. So...I'm sure Kieran will, too. He just needs more time."

"Agias!"

#they 100% had banter in canon #full stop #clanask #juicebox anon #pokemon x reader #pokemon sv x reader #pokemon scarlet x reader #pokemon violet x reader #pokemon kieran #miraidon #koraidon

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katelynnwrites · 5 months

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You Kiss Me In A Way (That’s Gonna Screw Me Up Forever) | Sydney Lohmann

warnings: smut so read at your own discretion

word count: 898

summary: sydney's kisses are something else and have screwed you up forever

a/n: smut for syd that nobody has been writing and that nobody has asked for but was the product of my procrastination yesterday so here you are

Sydney’s always been good at kissing you. She gives tender, loving kisses and soft, affectionate ones. She is amazing at delicate good morning kisses and magnificent ‘I’m sorry’ kisses.

The blonde has gifted you with so many of them over the years. From the messy, exploring ones of your childhood to the smooth and confident ones she grants you with today.

You know she’s spoiled you with them.

She is doing it now, languidly letting her lips slant over yours, leaving you breathless and desperately wanting more.

Her fingers slide themselves into your hair and her hips press against yours in the best way possible.

Syd isn’t a patient person by any means, her collection of yellow cards from arguing with referees can attest to that but she has all the time in the world for you.

Your girlfriend’s lips trace a path down your throat and across your collarbones, drawing needy gasps from you.

She smiles against your skin, moving lower down your body and reaching your stomach.

You tense, your muscles going taunt.

The blonde eagerly scatters more kisses on your exposed skin, adjusting herself as she goes.

Syd eventually reaches the waistband of your sleep shorts and she teasingly slips her fingers under it.

‘Sonnenschein please.’ You whimper.

She laughs, placing placating kisses onto the inside of your thighs.

You groan as she sucks little marks into your skin.

‘Sydney…Sydney please.’ You beg.

Your girlfriend hums, tapping your thigh gently in a way that you know means have patience.

Huffing in frustration, you sink further back into your girlfriend’s bed and bring your arms up to cover your eyes.

‘Hey none of that. I want to see your face.’ The midfielder insists.

She lightly tugs your arms down, giving you one of her ‘I’m sorry’ kisses.

When you open your eyes again, it’s to Sydney smirking cockily down at you.

‘Want to see how pretty you look when I make you come.’

You blush bright pink in response.

The Bayern player then follows it up with teasing kisses and reverent touches, eventually giving you what you want and taking both your shorts and underwear off.

She holds your thighs open, hands both firm and gentle.

‘Love you.’ She promises, right before she properly puts her mouth on you.

Any answer that you were formulating is cut off by the sharp, pleasured gasp that spills forth.

Sydney takes her time, switching between licking and kissing.

Kisses pressed against your clit might be your girlfriend’s way of sending you to heaven.

Your breathy moans of the blonde’s name grow in volume and that spurs her on to fully commit to making you come with her tongue alone.

You are not even aware of your hand finding its way down to Sydney’s head and tugging lightly on her hair until she groans right into you.

The vibrations make you whimper and the German woman takes full advantage. She sucks harshly on your clit, relishing in the way your hips jerk upwards immediately.

‘Syd!’ You cry out.

Your girlfriend continues on, her mouth working wonders. Her hands have tightened their grip on your legs, keeping them as still as she can.

‘Feels so good. S-So good.’ You stutter.

If you weren’t so drawn in by the pleasure the blonde is giving you, you would have rolled your eyes at how pleased she looks with herself.

You moan loudly again as her tongue circles your clit.

The midfielder has completely dedicated herself to your climax now, touching your body in a way only she knows how and pushing you over the edge in a way that only she can.

The whimpers and cries that escape you as soon as that happens make Sydney smile. Her name is mixed into those and she loves how wrecked it sounds as it falls from your lips.

Your girlfriend slowly works you through it, licking you lightly and placing a series of gentle kisses onto your cunt as your thighs tremble around her face.

‘Sonnenschein.’ You sigh contentedly when she finally sits up, wiping your juices off her mouth with the back of her hand.

She grins widely, moving to lie down beside you as you catch your breath. Sydney reaches for your hand and intertwines her fingers with yours, bringing your hand up to her lips so that she can place a kiss onto the back of your palm.

That’s another kind of kiss that she loves giving you.

It’s subtle enough that she can do it on the pitch and on team walks so she does so all the time.

Sydney has ruined you with her kisses, properly screwed you up forever with them.

She has the ability to make your heart race, to steal the air right out of your lungs and to comfort you with them.

You’ll never be able to kiss anyone who isn’t her because there is no one who will be able to make you feel the way you do when your girlfriend kisses you.

She makes you feel safe, protected, cherished and loved. So incredibly loved that it’s like you are the only girl in the whole world.

When your chest finally rises and falls evenly, you squeeze the blonde’s hand before moving to straddle her.

Syd’s pretty eyes widen considerably and you giggle.

‘It’s my turn to help you out of your clothes now no?’

German Translation:

sonnenschein - sunshine

#sydney lohmann #sydney lohmann x reader #sydney lohmann imagine #woso x reader #woso imagine #woso fanfics #woso smut #sydney lohmann smut #gerwnt #dfb frauen #fcb frauen #katelynnwrites

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rollinouttahere-writes · 1 year

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Lucky Break Prologue

Yandere Straw Hats x fem!Reader

5k words

I finally got this done, boy did it take longer than I had planned. I’ve worked hard on this and will continue to, so I hope everyone who takes the time to read this enjoys it! This fic is for the most part going to feature platonic yanderes, and the reader insert does use she/her pronouns.

There isn’t much One Piece stuff in this chapter, but there will be in the next.

When you’re a kid, everything seems so simple. You look around at the world around you and assume you know exactly how your life is going to go. After you finish high school, you’ll go to college and study for a major of your choosing. Immediately upon graduation, you’ll get a job in your desired field, and have a prosperous career to be proud of. Somewhere along the way, you’ll get married, maybe have some kids, and eventually enjoy a comfortable retirement where you will look back on your life with nothing but pride!

Yeah right. What a joke.

If provided with the opportunity to go back in time, you would kick your child-self’s ass for her naivety and optimism. How dare she foolishly get her own hopes up for a good and easy life.

Okay, so maybe you’re a little bitter, but who could blame you? Who isn’t disappointed with how at least one aspect of their life is going? It’s perfectly normal. Though, admittedly, for you it was wayyyy more than one aspect.

For starters, your job sucked. Not an uncommon complaint, but one that wore you down dramatically. Being a waitress was hell, but what could you do? You need money to live just like anyone else. Not that you were making much, not if the late fees were anything to go off.

You couldn’t get a better job because the more desirable jobs were all long since taken. Well, what few jobs you could apply for given the lack of a college degree. Oh yeah, you’re a college drop out. Much to the intense disappointment of your parents. They kicked you out when you told them and have hardly spoken to you since.

Seriously though, what did they want you to do? Keep going to school in hopes that you’ll magically figure out what you want to and go into horrible debt in the meantime? It’s easy to tell someone to keep going to college when you're not the one paying for it. You don’t understand how you’re the bad guy for not wanting to take your student loans to the grave.

It didn’t help that the friends you had have all slowly fallen out of contact with you since you moved away. You thought that maybe starting new somewhere else would be refreshing, foolishly not realizing how difficult making new friends as an adult is. You had some coworkers that you go along with well enough. They had even talked about meeting up outside of work to just hang out, but these plans never fully came to fruition thanks to conflicting schedules.

Whatever. Dwelling on it isn’t going to help you. You need to focus on the here and now.

Currently, you were on a bus, and not to go to work this time. No, you were going to indulge yourself tonight with a little urban exploration. Today’s target was a somewhat recently abandoned mall. It’s been closed for around a year now, long enough for retailers to take what they wanted and for cops to be beginning to lose interest in constantly patrolling it. It was still under surveillance, but nothing you didn’t know how to navigate.

You spent a couple weeks scoping out the place, a nearby cafe made it easy to do so without raising suspicion. There wasn’t any on site security to worry about, you just had to keep an eye out for the occasional cop car that would drive by. They only stopped to investigate if there was a car in the parking lot near the building. This wouldn’t be a problem for you given your lack of a personal vehicle.

The plan was straightforward. You’d already identified an entry point while poking around the building at night, an employee only door with a busted lock. It took a bit of elbow grease to jerk it open, but there wasn’t an alarm rigged to it, so it was perfect. All you needed to do was make sure no one spotted you as you went in, and you would be golden.

The bus was slowing to a stop, and it was your turn to get off. Shouldering your backpack, you scooted to the edge of the seat in preparation. As soon as it stopped, you were on your feet and hurrying to the door. The mall was only a couple blocks from here in a rapidly failing part of the city. The only businesses around there were the aforementioned cafe and a couple of thrift stores. Fortunately, your way in was facing away from those stores. As long as a cop wasn’t driving by as you snuck in, no one would see you.

As you made your way there, you could feel the excitement setting in. You didn’t have much in your life to look forward to, this was one of the few things that made you feel alive. The thrill of getting in and out without being caught was addictive if you were being completely honest with yourself.

There were other pros to it, too. Sometimes you got lucky and found something valuable that you could pawn. A forgotten piece of jewelry, a dropped phone, some abandoned tools, you never knew what you were going to find. Even if you didn’t find anything, it was fun to be able to explore an old building with no one around. It gave you this sense of adventure your life was otherwise devoid of.

Granted, there were risks. Cops being the biggest one. Having a criminal record sounded less than ideal to you. There was also the concern raised by the fact that you did this completely alone. If something went wrong and you got seriously hurt, no one would be likely to find out until it was too late. That, and the threat of encountering someone dangerous.

So far, you’ve gotten lucky, only ever personally running into a couple of other urban explorers that were fortunately perfectly nice. There had been a few other close calls, but you were able to avoid detection those times. Your mom used to harp on this, saying one of these days you would get killed or kidnapped while doing this. Maybe she was right, but you couldn’t say you cared that much.

At least you wouldn’t have to go to your next shift!

You shook your head at the depressing thought. It’s not good to think that way, even if it was how you felt.

The mall was just ahead now, you looked around the parking lot for any indicators that anyone else was here. Nothing. It was completely empty. Good. Despite your excitement, you keep your pace casual, not wanting to attract attention.

Taking a cursory glance around, you don’t see any cop cars on patrol. You’re officially out of sight of the nearby businesses, so you shift into a power walk, wanting to get inside quickly while no one is around. You put on some disposable gloves and also pull a facemask out of your pocket and fasten it onto your face. Partially in case the air is bad, but also to protect yourself in case there are any security cameras.

The door takes a good few pulls to open up, but that’s fine. You do one more look around, and upon seeing nothing, you go in. The second the door shuts, you’re thrown into darkness. You fish a flashlight out of your backpack and click it on. It became immediately apparent that you were not the first person to discover this way in, the walls were already covered in graffiti. That and there were some heroin needles on the ground. You know, the usual signs of life.

You carefully make your way down the hall, trying to make your way into the main part of the mall. The air was musky, the smell easily cutting through your mask. It was far from pleasant, but you’ve smelled worse. At least you weren’t smelling any shit (yet).

The door at the end of the hall was easier to open than the last, no resistance at all. You peek out, looking for anything concerning before stepping out. There was natural light coming in from some sliding glass doors nearby. Looks like this place used to be a Macy’s or something like that. Lingering near the glass doors wouldn’t be a good idea, so you hurry off away from it. Once you’re in the main part of the mall you shouldn’t have to worry about being spotted from the outside.

The former maybe-macy’s was picked clean, they didn’t leave anything behind besides the counters and some flyers advertising a long since past sale. No shelves, no mannequins that would give you a heart attack if you saw them out of the corner of your eye, nothing.

Outlets in malls were typically very thorough when cleaning out after closing, you doubt you’ll find anything valuable here unless some other explorer left something behind. Oh well. You do this more for the experience than anything.

You found the way out pretty quick and took in the sight of the abandoned mall. Even after being closed for a year, it still had a certain beauty to it. The research you did on the mall told you it was built in the early 70’s and the architecture reflected it. The ceiling had a quirky pattern to it, with blocks of it being solid and other blocks being glass to let natural light in.

There was also an artsy metal structure that climbed all the way up to the second floor, and a big water fountain that acted as the centerpiece. Granted, all of this was decorated with a layer of broken glass from the shattered guardrails on the second floor, but still. This kind of decor was rare to see in modern malls, with all of them wanting to be as plain as possible. This was a pleasant change of scenery.

You meandered through the open space, glass crunching under your boots with each step. The escalators were right ahead of you. Like the guardrails, the glass on was also shattered, but that didn’t matter. As long as the stairs were in one piece, you could still climb them.

You had a specific destination in mind for your visit here. Yes, you would like to see every nook and cranny, but the movie theater was especially exciting. You’ve never been in an abandoned theater before, so you were dying to see it and made a beeline for it.

It was damn near on the opposite side of the building, but that just gave you a chance to see what other places you could check out later. While many people find places like this unsettling at best, you found an odd sense of comfort in it. Part of it was the silence. Provided no one else rocked up, the noisiest thing you would hear would be some birds flying through.

There was also the nostalgia of being in a mall and seeing the familiar, albeit vacated, stores you remember from your childhood. Malls simply aren’t what they used to be, and it’s nice to reminisce on what once was. Sure, it’s not like you could afford to shop at one, but just being able to walk around and window shop was enjoyable. At least you could still do the walking around part even when they’re closed.

As you make your way down the second story walkway, you take note of all the signs of life around you. Lots of spiders have set up shop with massive webs in every corner to make meals of the local insect population. Nests were crammed into the spaces in between letters on the remaining signs, and although you haven’t seen any, there are enough droppings here to indicate the presence of a thriving rodent society. That means there’s probably some stray cats lurking around here, too. You hope you get to see one. There’s a laser pointer on your keyring and some treats in your pockets just for such occasions.

You look up and are thrilled to finally be at the theater. There are blank rectangles on the wall from where movie posters used to be. The sign that used to display movies and showtimes now simply says closed. Well, technically it says ‘CL S D’, but you got the drift.

The lobby is surprisingly intact. The ticket and snack counters are both still here, even the glass around the ticket counter was unbroken. Some of the old snack machines still remained, which surprised you. It was faint, but you think you could still pick up on the smell of popcorn. It could also just be a placebo effect but shh.

You hop over the snack counter to see what’s back there. The first thing you notice is how sticky the floor is, your boots sticking with each step. The remaining machines are in rough shape, but that’s to be expected. The nozzle on one of the slushie machines was snapped clean off, and the doors on the popcorn machine were just gone. You meticulously opened all the drawers and cabinets, hoping to find something interesting. You didn’t. Just some garbage and rat shit.

Moving on, you head towards the really exciting part. The showing rooms. You can’t help but pick up the pace as you run into one, only to feel a touch disappointed. It was completely gutted. The screen, the chairs, nothing was left. Who the hell even wanted a bunch of old ass movie theater seats? Where did they go?

There was a problem though, the area near where the screen would be was completely flooded. You shine your light up to the ceiling and are baffled that there’s no hole for this much water to leak through. Where the hell did it all come from? It also smelled weirdly fishy? The fish smell was so potent that it almost distracted you from all the mold on the fabric covered walls. Yikes. “N95 mask don’t fail me now,” you mumbled under your breath.

Whatever. Spinning on your heels, you head for the stairs to go to the top of the room. They’re creaky and the carpet is coming off of them in bits and pieces.

There really wasn’t much of a reason to come up here beyond it just felt like the right thing to do. You decide to peek through the window to the projection room. Surprisingly, it’s very cluttered in there, it almost looks like a storage room. Oh, you’re definitely going to have to go in there!

… But how?

Now that you’re thinking about it, how do you even get inside one of these? It must be behind some sort of staff only door. You hope it’s not locked, there was a lot of stuff in there.

You rush down the stairs, ecstatic at what a good find this was. Once you’re in the hallway, you whip your head around to locate any possible entrance, and you find it. A plain, unmarked door between two of the theater rooms. Bingo. You twist the knob, but it doesn’t budge.

Not bingo.

It’s unlikely that the keys for this door are still here… but you can’t just let this go. After testing the fortitude of the door with a few kicks and yanks, you resolve to look for the key despite the low odds of actually finding it.

The most likely place it would be would be a main office or something. You head back to the lobby, that’s probably where the door to one would be. The beam of your flashlight flits over the surrounding walls in search of a side door.

Some fallen ceiling tiles and wires almost hid it from you, but there it was. You pick up what looks like a snapped off broom handle and use it to push the debris out of the way and keep the wires off you while you try the door, praying that this won’t also be locked.

It doesn’t turn. Dammit! Out of sheer frustration, you give it a violent shake. It snaps clean off, the knob from the other side loudly clattering to the ground. Looks like your luck is coming back around.

The door still takes a bit of rattling to shake loose the remaining bits of the old locking mechanism, but it finally creaked open. Wasting no time, you hurried in, observing the new area. While it was dirty, it was untouched by graffiti and general vandalism. It’s a simple long hallway with two doors. You get to the first and open it up, greeted by the sight of an old bathroom.

The mirror above the sink doubles as a medicine cabinet, so you decide to check it out. When you pull it open, the whole door comes right off. Oops. The cabinet in question didn’t have anything interesting in it, only being occupied by a bottle of tums, some nail clippers, and a box of dental floss. Thrilling stuff.

You move on and head for the other door. Surely that has to be the office. The door clicks open again, thank god. You grin to yourself, it is the office. The desk is right in front of you and in good shape, not appearing to have been tampered with this past year. Excellent.

It’s surprisingly clean in here. There is some dust, but not nearly as much as you would have expected. The desk itself is old and made of wood. It honestly looks way too nice to have been left here. The chair is, weirdly enough, not present. What, that was worthy of being taken but not the desk? Whatever. It’s not important.

You’re quick to start rifling through the drawers. Paperwork, pack of gum, more paperwork, some pens, a few paperclips, even more paperwork… it’s not looking good. Your heart is sinking with each passing second. You squat and look under the desk as a last ditch effort. Your light reflects off something. Keys!

There’s a strip of tape attached to them, like someone had taped them to the underside of the desk rather than using one of the drawers. An odd decision, but who cares? These might be the keys you need!

Not wanting to waste any more time, you run back to the possible projector room door. The key ring has several keys on it, so there’s a bit of trial and error to go through in your attempts to unlock it. Your heart rate steadily picks up as you go through each key with no success. It’s not until the second to last key that you finally hear that much anticipated ‘click’.

The door is surprisingly heavy, you really have to pull to get it open enough to slip through. It loudly slams shut behind you and you’re met with the sight of two staircases. The room you saw through the window should be on the right.

The stairs are carpeted but not as worn as the ones in the theater, making them less of a tripping hazard. Dust is being kicked up with each step, you can see clouds of it flying through the air and clinging to cobwebs.

Now you’re at the top and there’s another door. This one wasn’t locked. The room itself honestly resembles a boiler room to you. Pipes and cables were running along the walls, and the walls weren’t painted. There was a table in front of the window where the projector would have been.

That’s not what made you want to see this room though. Shelves were along every wall and they were loaded. You’re gonna need both hands for this. Luckily, you have a lantern type of flashlight in your backpack just for situations like this. You fish it out, click it on, and set it on the projector table before turning back to the shelves.

There were lots of boxes, so you grab the nearest one and bring it over to the table to go through it. It’s full of what you think are spare parts for a projector, though you don’t know enough about this stuff to be sure.

The next box has some old broken lenses. Then one with tools. You even found some film, but it seemed blank. You held it up to the light and saw absolutely nothing. You suppose it makes sense for all these things to be in here, but you can’t help but wish there was something more exciting.

You pull down another box, this one from the top shelf and open it expecting to see glass cleaner or something like that, but instead you find another, smaller box. You pull it out, and it looks like a jewelry box. There’s an image on the top of it: a skull and crossbones that’s biting what looks like a wand. Interesting. It kinda looks like something you would see on a pirate flag. What were those called again? Jolly Rogers? Yeah, that sounds right.

You give it a little shake and hear something clatter inside it. Trying to open it, however, is fruitless. It’s locked. All the keys you got earlier are way too big to fit the hole, but you think it should be easy enough to break open yourself at home.

A genuine smile spreads across your face, you found something cool this time! The jewelry box goes into your backpack, and you’re about to resume your search when you hear something. It sounds like voices in the hall.

Quickly, but quietly, you snatch your lantern to turn it off and creep down the stairs and towards the door to try and listen better. There are two sets of footsteps but only one voice.

“-nd today WE are doing an overnight challenge in a haunted abandoned mall!”

You cringe. Oh great. Youtubers. Liars too based off that comment about the mall being haunted. In all the research you did on this place, you never saw so much as one ghost sighting.

Huffing out a sigh, you know that your fun is going to be cut short. There’s no telling whether or not these idiots parked right by the front door. You need to get out before cops show up. That, and you don’t want to accidentally end up in one of their videos. You can practically see the title now: “REAL ghost sighting at ABANDONED mall??? SCARY!!! (NOT CLICKBAIT)”

No thank you.

Lucky for you, you’ve already got a nice find, so at least you’re not leaving empty handed. You wait until they go into one of the theaters to leave the room, carefully easing the door open and closed. After a moment of thought, you lock it, too. You want this to be untouched when you come back. Naturally, this means you’re taking the keys with you. They can’t be that important to anyone if they got left behind like this.

Your escape from the mall and trip back home was uneventful for the most part. You were able to leave unnoticed and before cops got there. The youtubers did, indeed, park at the front door, so it was only a matter of time.

The apartment complex you lived in was kinda run down, but overall not that bad. Sure, it was dingy and the bathroom had a mold problem, but it kept you warm and dry so things could be worse.

After entering your apartment, you immediately lock your door behind you. No sense leaving it unlocked and letting some creep in. With that taken care of, you drop your backpack by the couch and go to grab some tools.

You unceremoniously plop yourself onto the couch and toss a screwdriver and hammer onto the coffee table. You bring out the old jewelry box and really look at it now that you’re in a properly lit room. The dust was really caked on, prompting you to use your sleeve to wipe away the bulk of it.

The picture was very detailed. The skull and crossbones were painted beautifully, even the small wand looked lovely. The box was wooden, expertly varnished. You already feel bad that you’re going to have to break this open. Hopefully you’ll be able to keep the damage to a minimum, that way you can use it for yourself after this.

Experimentally, you try to pull it open again. It does have some give to it, but not enough to actually get it open. You grab the screwdriver and wedge it into the sliver of space between the lid and the box. You try and pry it open. It creaks a little, opens up slightly more, but stops short. Okay, time for the big guns.

Using your feet to hold either side of it in place, you grab the hammer, aim, and bring it down on the screwdriver handle. You hear a crack, but it’s still closed. You raise your arm and bring it down again, harder this time.

CRACK

Both the plastic screwdriver handle and the lock shatter from the force of the blow. You discard the hammer onto the floor next to the bits of handle and throw open the box.

There’s only two things in there. A rolled up piece of paper, and a necklace. The pendant on the necklace sports the same image as the top of the jewelry box over a bronze lattice patterned circle. You gingerly pick it up. It’s thin and feels brittle, like you could snap it in half without much force. What’s the point of a necklace being this fragile?

You set it back down gently and pick up the paper. It’s almost as bad as the necklace, it looks very old and is crumbling around the edges. Slowly, you unfurl it and see there’s a message scrawled onto it with red ink.

“Congratulations on your lucky find

I wonder what desire you have in mind

Close your eyes, make a wish, and break the pendant in two

Whatever you want most will come to you”

An eyebrow quirks up and the strange rhyme. What, was this left by a genie? You sigh, and here you thought you might get something valuable out of this.

Still… What would it hurt to play along for a second?

You grab the pendant again and examine it while you mull over what to wish for. Money? Nah. Money can be earned, however difficult it may be. If you’re gonna be using some sort of (allegedly) all powerful magic necklace, it should be something more unobtainable. What do you really want?

If you’re completely honest with yourself, you hate where you are in life right now. The monotony, the loneliness, everything. You need a new start. A new start with some new friends. Friends that actually give a shit about you. Anyone that loves you for you. Yeah, that sounds good.

Leaning back, you close your eyes and make your wish. You’re not sure you need to say it out loud, but do anyway, “I wish to have a fresh start somewhere new. A place with adventure where I can be loved.”

The pendant snaps in half easily. You hold your breath and wait. Nothing. You crack an eye open. You’re still in your same old apartment. Of course you are. Why did you think that would work? How childish.

Even though you expected this, you can’t help the wave of bitterness that washes over you. Angrily, you stuff the broken pendant into your pocket and grab your backpack. You stand up to go put this shit away, but…

You fall through the floor.

The floor didn’t break, it’s like it just ceased to exist. As you fall, everything goes black, and there isn’t a sound to be heard besides your own screaming. What’s happening? What’s going on? Shit, was that stupid thing really magical??? Was it fucking cursed???

Trying not to panic wasn’t even being considered, how could anyone not freak out from this? So here you are, screaming and crying while holding onto your backpack for dear life as if it’s going to help you right now.

Suddenly, you can see light coming from underneath you. You’re torn between being relieved to see light and being terrified that you’re about to splatter onto the ground. A wave of warmth hits you, carrying the smell of sea water. You realize that the ‘ground’ beneath you is actually a huge body of water.

And then you’re in it.

There wasn’t enough time to prepare for the sudden immersion. Water flooded into your open mouth and you scrambled and flailed in an attempt to get to the surface. As you break the surface, you’re coughing and hacking the salty water out of your lungs. You weren’t anywhere near the ocean, how are you suddenly fighting for your life in one?

You whip your head around and are horrified to see absolutely nothing, No land or ships in sight. Oh my god. You’re going to die out here.

“HEEYYY! ARE YOU ALRIGHT?”

You attempt to spin around to identify your potential savior, but a wave hits you, knocking you under the water again. Dammit, no! Not like this!

Miraculously, you get back to the surface again, and the second you do, something grabs onto your shoulder and pulls. And pulls. And keeps pulling. You went from almost drowning to feeling like you’re flying over the surface of the ocean. In an attempt to feel some semblance of security, you grab onto whatever is holding you.

It… it feels like a hand??? No, that doesn’t make sense, who could be pulling you along like this with their hand???

“Luffy, you need to slow down! You’re pulling her in too fast!”

You try to look over your shoulder to see what the hell is going on, and through your hair you think you can make out what looks like two people on a small boat. The boat is already very close and rapidly getting closer. Way too close!

THWACK

And everything goes dark again.

#one piece #yandere one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x you #one piece x y/n #one piece reader insert #yandere #platonic yandere #monkey d luffy #zoro roronoa #this prologue got so out of hand it was only supposed to be like 1k words i don't know what happened #lucky break

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so-long-soldier-writes · 11 months

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dating elijah mikaelson

elijah mikaelson x human!fem!reader | request

tags: fluff, mentions of sex but nothing explicit

word count: ~1.4k

⊱ him introducing you to his family one-by-one, because he knows they’re a handful

rebekah immediately loves you but makes you swear you won’t break his heart. promises her family will be loyal if you are to them

kol is kol when he meets you - a bit flirty and picking on his brother. it’s not long before he treats you like a sister, though

it’s harder to gain klaus’ trust, but once he knows you’re not a spy to take down his family, he learns to love you. admits he’s glad his brother found someone that makes him happy

⊱ always being invited to family dinners. soon, you don’t even need an invite; they expect that you’ll be there, and will pout all night if you’re unable to come

⊱ going to every party and event with elijah, wearing dresses he’s bought you and matching them with his ties

⊱ speaking of which, him always buying you things. mostly dresses and expensive jewelry, but also anything else that catches his eye

⊱ and if there’s not event for you to attend to wear one of these dresses, he hosts his own private dances for just the two of you in the mansion’s ballroom

teaches you elaborate dance styles from all different decades, and has music to match any time period

at the end of the night, will take you outside princess-style to look at the stars from the balcony

standing in silence with his arms wrapped around you until you get cold, to which he’d then wrap his jacket around your shoulders or bring you back inside

or, you’ll go on walks through the garden and have long talks about anything and everything

⊱ long walks through gardens in the daytime, too, where he picks you flowers

⊱ always showing subtle displays of affection, whether in public or not. holding hands, kissing your cheek, keeping a hand around your waist

⊱ he’s extremely protective and won’t hesitate to take a life to save yours

⊱ will also put himself in harms’ way for you, but then refuses to let you heal him

“just a little bit, baby, come on,” you hold your wrist out to him

“i can’t risk hurting you”

eventually, you’re able to coax him into drinking just enough to help him stand, but that’s it. he heals you back immediately even if you don’t need it

⊱ finding little messages and love letters everywhere. in your coat pockets, under your pillow, in the place of a bookmark. his writing is poetic and straight from the heart

⊱ but while you love the romantic side, you like to keep him on his toes, too

a little bit of child-like behavior never hurt anyone

you’ve scared him several times by hiding behind doors and popping out as he passes. once, you even got a curse word out of him

you’ve also convinced him to join you in the pool on several occasions, with or without being fully clothed (only at night, of course)

sometimes, you’ll go outside together, away from the city, and explore the woods. you always come back feeling more at peace and definitely more in love

⊱ while on the topic of love, you’re the first to confess it, but he knows he’s loved you long before either of you say the words

you say it while you were cuddling one night. he doesn’t know how to reply, but you tell him it’s okay to say nothing

he wants so badly to tell you the truth about how he feels, but is too afraid that the minute he utters them, something would happen to you

but then he tells rebekah about what had happened and she berates him for it

“you obviously love her, you’ve got to tell her! you can’t live in fear, elijah, you have to go for what you want in this world. if you lose her, it may be too late. besides, our enemies aren’t the only thing that could take her from you. what if she’s worried right now that she made a big mistake in confessing that? what if she runs?”

rebekah makes so many good points, and the fear of what he had done (or rather hadn’t done) begins to eat away at him. but he doesn’t want to rush admitting it, though, so he prepares a night for just the two of you

he cooks a whole dinner and decorates the ballroom. he even buys you a new dress for the occasion, then gives a time to meet him at there

convinces rebekah to take her siblings out of the house for it. gets klaus easily, but kol will not stop teasing him for it. elijah ends up making a deal with davina to get him to go away. he trades an embarrassing baby story for the girl to keep him out of the house for the night, which she gladly accepts

finally, after his siblings are out, he greets you at the door with a kiss on the hand, then the cheek

he works up the courage during dinner conversation, and then at last, during a slow, romantic waltz, utters the words he’s wanted to tell you all this time

he doesn’t stop there, though. he makes sure to tell you everything you make him feel, everything he wants to have with you, how much he really loves you

the night is cut short as you take him upstairs by the hand to take advantage of your time alone

nsfw-ish

⊱ your first time together happened long before any confessions of love, but each time you did after was so much more special than the time before it

⊱ your first time, he was incredibly gentle, not wanting to hurt you

you are, after all, human

he was terrified of causing any pain, because he knows he’s a hundred times stronger, especially in times he’s chasing his lust for you

eventually he learned you could handle him, though, and let himself give in just a little bit. only because you convinced him you wanted it

⊱ the first time he was rough was when he was pissed off about an irresponsible decision klaus made, and you provided yourself as an anger for his outlet

⊱ he’s always dominant with you, but this was a whole new level, and you loved it ⊱ sometime after that, you admitted how much you loved it, and he started to realize you aren’t as innocent as you look

⊱ slowly started exploring more, but he always made you repeat the safeword before doing anything, just to remind you it’s there

⊱ always puts you first and would much rather pleasure you than have any attention paid to himself

you still make sure to please him, though, even if he’s nearly begging you to just let him do all the work

little does he know, the begging just makes you want to defy him more

⊱ slow and romantic happens about equally as hot and rough does

tries his best to balance the two, but he would rather be slow as much as possible. he wants you to feel how much he loves you at least once a week.

⊱ will let you be dominant sometimes, but only after you’ve had a day where you need to feel in control, or after he’s had a day where he needs to feel taken care of

secretly loves being submissive to you but could never do it on a regular basis

⊱ does not take aftercare lightly, no matter the case

cleans you up with a bath, or hot rag if you refuse to get out of bed

applies creams and lotions to your body as necessary

kisses your skin or massages anywhere that you feel a little pain or discomfort

⊱ you usually convince him to cuddle with you afterwards

it was odd to him at first, but soon learned to love and value it

sometimes you’ll fall asleep together. you both love waking up in each other’s arms and sharing a kiss first thing in the morning

⊱ after a couple months, you spend the night with him almost always. eventually, you move in with him and his siblings, too

him making coffee and breakfast for you all

his siblings making fun of his messy hair on mornings after rougher nights

⊱ dating until he can’t stand it anymore and needs to marry you

⊱ living the rest of your lives together; always and forever

#elijah mikaelson x reader #elijah mikaelson imagine #elijah mikaelson headcanons

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captain039 · 7 months

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Part 6 The lords servant

Astarion x reader

Warnings: plus size reader, light swearing, vampire things, sexual, first times, eventual smut, harassment, sexual harassment, angst, past abuse, past trauma

Previous part <-

You had decided to stay, though things were different now, he didn’t make you clean, cook or check over things in the house. You were more of a guest now than servant, he gave you your own room despite your words of not needing it. He insisted greatly, saying you could decorate as you pleased. He wished to go with you to the shops so he could show you the best places for silks and blankets, clothes and perfumes. It saddened you, he had this glint in his eye of wanting to explore this new bond you shared to its fullest, only to be stopped by the sun. You didn’t go shopping, you kept your clothes simple with the ones you had packed, though it made him huff saying he wished to lavish you in wonderful things. You would just shake your head and say you were happy with what you had, he would pout like a child and it would make you laugh though. Honestly you were scared to buy new clothes, you’d have to be sized and measured, you didn’t want the scrutiny of some seamstress judging your body, you also felt wrong for such beautiful things to be waisted on your body, but the lord didn’t need to know that.

You were rather lost in thought, thinking back to your family when you felt arms around your waist and a head bury in your neck. Had you not recognised the soft curls and smell of your lord, you would’ve slapped them. You simply smiled as he pressed light kisses to your neck humming gently.

“What’s my little pup thinking about so deeply?” He asked and you shrugged lightly.

“Just home, well, where I grew up” you muttered frowning lightly. You were still off with the whole touching thing, you stepped out of his hold turning to look at him instead making him frown lightly.

“Tell me about it?” He asked head tilted slightly in question.

“It’s really boring and depressing” you chuckled but the laughter didn’t reach your eyes.

“Nothing about you is boring my dear, please, I’m all pointy ears” he grinned lightly and sat making you huff with a smile.

“My mother was named witch of the town, my father was in trades, he wasn’t home often. My mother was good with potions and alchemy, not really any magic in her unless she tried hard enough. She was, well she was odd to caught up in her old books to really see what was happening around her” you sighed.

“Too busy to see what was happening to me” you added quietly as the lord kept his attention on you fully.

“Like I said I’d get bullied a lot and beaten, she’d never notice, I’d try to tell her and she’d mumble something about a potion or herb before going back into her room, when i tried to tell my father he’d either pretend to be too busy or just ignored me, it was really just me growing up, and the donkey we had” you chuckled at the last part remembering.

“His name was Al, short for Albert, I loved him so much, id talk to him, sounded like a mad child now” you shook your head with a smile.

“He was too dumb though, didn’t know what was what and died out in the woods from a bear” you grimaced at the memory of finding him.

“I knew i had locked the gate that night, somebody opened it” you huffed.

“Bastards” the lord said frowning.

“I found him torn to shreds, horrible sight for a youngen” you shuddered.

“My parents didn’t care obviously, just told me to go work the barn, there was nothing in the barn to work with though so I just read books” you shrugged looking to him.

“Hopefully your parents were better than mine, I mean they did raise you” you smiled before it faded. His eyes went blank, his lips drawn into a thin line.

“I’m sorry-“ you stuttered as he stood, you began to panic as he simply left making you sigh. Even a hint about asking about his past he’d shut down and leave, maybe it wasn’t the right time, but he was a mystery to you, you knew nothing about him and he knew your life story.

You wandered around the mansion, exploring the rooms you could go in, wandering the library before finding a book and settling down. When dinner came you headed to the kitchen, smelling some delicious stew. You got looks from the servants now though, you grabbed some food and left back to your room passing the lords on the way. You froze though seeing one of the servants against the wall, his head in their neck. He was feeding, just with less activity now, but their moaning and fingers in his curls made your stomach churn with jealousy before you stormed back to your room. Of course he had to fed how stupid could you be. You packed your room if possible there would be an angry dark cloud above your head. Gods you felt so stupid, caught up in this new love. You groaned in frustration wanting to throw something breakable before you heard knocking. You took a quiet breath before opening the door seeing the lord there, not a drop of blood on his face.

“Evening my dear” he said and you wanted to scoff.

“I wish to be left alone” you said as nice as you could with a smile and he frowned.

“Are you not feeling well?” He asked and you felt like slapping him.

“Yes, just a bit feverish, I’m going to bed early, goodnight my lord” you said curtly and gave a small bow before closing the door. You clenched your jaw and fisted your hands before sitting by your desk.

Astarion stood confused outside your door, you didn’t look feverish to him. His mouth was bitter with the servants blood, he simply needed to feed, nothing more, however the servant had other plans moaning against him. It made him growl in annoyance, but they only took it as a spur and continued. He couldn’t handle it so he forced them away seeing the confusion. You had pressed about his past again, you told him about your past and he kept his hidden in the shadows where it belonged, the invisible collar around his neck tugging in reminder. He wouldn’t bring you into that, wouldn’t let his past consume you like it has everything else, not when you were this light in his life. When he first spotted you he’d never seen something so divine and swore on getting a taste, however that proved difficult. His usual charms and flattery didn’t work on you, you had high walls and something held you back. Gods know he saw red when those bastards touched you, saw the fear in your eyes, he almost slit their throats and drank them dry there and then had you not been there. He meant what he said when he would kill them, but your too kind heart didn’t see it fit. When you entered his room after days of him not feeding and being in his bed he hurt you. He felt nothing but hunger as the sweetness of your blood flowed into his body for the first time. It made him shudder till he realised what he had done. He’d been so close to having you, after his brood he swore he was going to have you, but you came in, checking on him like a wounded animal. Where the hell was Daenan? He’d tear into him later, right then, he was chasing you through Baldurs gate and into an alleyway, your blood tingling on his tongue. He’d taken too much and your burst of escape caused you to pass out against him. He hated being out in the city, it was too exposed, too many eyes in the shadows. He hastily got home with you in his arms, his guards giving him odd looks before he sneered at them. Your unconscious form made his heart stir for the first time in 200 years, you looked at peace, not like the gut wrenching fear from before. He stayed by your bed, held your hand made sure you were comfortable before you finally awoke. He had gone back to check on you only to find you weren’t there and his panic settling in. He saw the balcony doors open though and sighed seeing your form lit in the moonlight. Gods what a sight, you almost glistened in light, the wind gently blowing through your hair and white robe, you looked like a goddess. When you kissed him he felt like his heart leapt out his chest, your desperateness and needy noises made him crave you, though this was probably the first time you’d ever initiated a kiss from someone. Seeing you smile and giggle softly made him swoon like a young vampire again, hearing you say you’d stay made his heart leap. He’d been too excited he knows that now, giving you your own room, wanting to buy you dresses, silk sheets and blankets, perfumes, anything good gold could buy. It made you uncomfortable, he saw the way you’d look to the ground and gently shake your head with a small thank you. You weren’t from this life, a simple village girl with no one, but herself, he craved you though, craved your touch, craved your lips, your blood. He fed more regularly, trying to rid of the cravings he felt, but it never worked. He felt how you’d shy away from his touch and keep a safe distance should you need to run. He’d broken trust and he was trying to hard to get it back, for the first time in 200 years he didn’t know what he was doing, he didn’t know how to win your affections, it seemed so simple when doing it for ‘him’.

Next part ->

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nyaagolor · 9 months

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The SV characters are written as such realistic teenagers that headcanoning their ages even a few years apart makes for such hilarious dynamics. I always defaulted to putting all of them at around 15-16 but playing around with ages and how it might impact their dyanmics is so fun AND funny

The idea of a really traumatized 19 year old Arven hanging out with a bunch of 15 year old girls is actually a genuinely hysterical concept to me. All these high school sophomores are just hyping the fuck out of this loser boy they picked up off the side of the road. He's part of the girlies now. He's their special little guy. He's the only one of them who can legally drive or buy lottery tickets so he's practically a god to them and they treat him exactly like they would any other 15 year old girl

Nemona being older already kinda slots her into a mentor-esque position and I think it's really fun to explore how her dynamic with Geeta intersects with her dynamic with the protagonist, and how the person that Nemona tries to guide ends up surpassing her and becoming a worthy rival. Also her and Arven being the older teens looking at the protagonist meeting the "formidable boss of team star" who turns out to just be this really rude 14 year old is really really good

Having the protagonist themselves be the youngest of the group, especially if it's by a few years, is another one of my favorite concepts, because all these older teens being so desperate for help and attention that they see a random freshman and are like YOU is really good. Also with the eventual realization of Oh My God the person helping me out with all this heavy stuff is so young what am I doing.

On the flip side, adult protagonists are not taken advantage of as a possibility in this game. The academy has adult students and also Clive exists so it isn't out of the realm of canonicity. It's extremely possible that Arven is like "hey little buddy can you help me find Herba Mystica" to a 45 year old office worker who is going back to school during his sabbatical. A fully grown man can just be adopted into this gaggle of emotionally unstable teenagers. They don't discriminate

Just generally speaking, these tiny tweaks can put some incredibly fun twists on character dynamics and I think it's really cool when people play around with the concept more

#pokemon sv #nemona #arven #penny #i'm actually debating making a post about ideas with an adult protagonist bc I actually think it could be really sweet #mod vex #headcanons #not really but close enough

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 6 months

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AITA for "feeding my ex's internalised transphobia" by refusing to date a man as a lesbian? TW for internalised transphobia, mentions of rape and SA

TLDR: i am a lesbian. my teenage partner was sexually abusive to me for a year, mostly through enforced sexist rp scenarios. now, they are out as non-binary and accuse me of misandry and transandrophobia because i once told them i would not date a man regardless of his agab

I (NB20) started dating my ex (NB23) when i was 15. I was always openly a lesbian. When we met a year before we started dating, they identified as a butch. Throughout our relationship they explored their gender identity more, toying with the idea of being vaguely transmasc. I never had a problem with it; i enjoyed being in a butch/femme relationship and honouring their masculinity as much as I could.

For context, I am a very outspoken hardcore feminist; I don't like to generalise and i have a lot of love for the men in my life, but I have also made a couple of "kill all cishet men" jokes at a safe setting, with people who know exactly where I actually stand. I don't hate men, I just don't find them attractive and think they should be raised better. One day, they asked me if i would still be attracted to them if they fully transitioned and started living as a man. I told them I wouldn't; in my head, being butch/masc is extremely different to being a man, and I appreciated their presentation as a part of them being a lesbian (gender expression =/= gender identity, after all). They assured me that this was just a hypothetical question and just them being curious about my boundaries and limits, ended the conversation, and never brought it up again. My ex was very into roleplay during sex, and I was on board with it initially. After a while, however, the scenes they wanted to act out began to get extremely degrading, bordering on abusive, where they were embodying a man in a position of power (something that i was extremely uncomfortable with), while I was a vulnerable woman (usually a sex worker) getting degraded or even raped. Although I was deeply disturbed by some of the things we did, I was a child at the time, they were my first and i wasn't theirs. I wasn't ready to have sex yet and didn't know how to defend myself. Even when I tried to set a boundary, they would press on and claim it was their way of processing trauma, and that I was manipulative for attempting to withhold that from them. Eventually, with the help of a therapist and my family I ended things between us. I dreaded talking to or about them to anyone and mostly kept quiet about it all. Back to the present day, one of my old mutuals found my new account and texted me. They told me that my ex was posting about me, and that I should be ashamed of myself if what they said was true. I gathered up enough courage to view the posts myself. Their story is very different from what I remember. They claim I was being a misandrist and by extension transandriphobic (in their words, my distaste for the behaviour of cishet men was very damaging for masc people. it is weird, because healthy expressions of masculinity are the last thing i would judge a man for). They also claimed I made their internalised transphobia worse by refusing to date them if they transitioned. I have moved on with my life, but now other people are mixed in and im honestly at a loss. I never forced them to be someone they weren't with me. I never shamed them for their masculinity or discouraged them from exploring their identity, I just stated that dating a trans man wouldn't agree with my sexuality. A healthy response would be to be honest with me, and give me the right to decide for myself whether i would stay with them through their transition or only be able to support them as a friend. They could even just leave without justifying anything.

I don't know. Maybe my trauma is blinding me, but I keep going over the memories in my head trying to figure out how I might be the one behind all that hatred and violence. I don't want to be unfair to them, even if it's just in my own mind, so I'm just speaking up about it for the first time in my life through an AITA tumblr post. Any advice or insight is appreciated.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole #rape cw

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sapphosclosefriend · 2 years

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- Explode -

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem! Reader

Genre: smut

Summary: Nat records you to keep herself company when you’re not with her.

Word count: 1554

Warnings: bottom! Reader, top! Natasha Romanoff, Nat recording r during sexual activities, SMUT, nipple stimulation (r receiving), clit stimulation (r receiving), fingering (r receiving), squirting (from r), a bit of overstimulation (r receiving), very little plot with a lot of p*rn.

A/N: this story contains smut, so anyone who isn’t 18+ DNI. ETU|4 will eventually come, it’s just taking a bit :( In the meantime I hope I can be forgiven with this. It’s not much though. I’m also thinking of doing something for kinktober but as I said I don’t have much time so we’ll see. If you have any prompts/ideas I’d be very happy to hear them! As always, likes, reblogs and comments are very appreciated! Enjoy <3

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“And we’re rolling”

You giggle at Nat’s words and send her a kiss from where you are, lying on her bed, to her kneeling form at the feet of the mattress. The phone she holds in front of her partially covers her face but you can still see her darkened gaze raking your almost naked body and the smirk that forms on her face when she notices your thighs rubbing together under her gaze and one hand grabbing the pillow under your head while the other mindlessly moves from your neck to your boob.

“Show me those assets baby”

She’s already moving closer to you as she says it and makes sure to focus the camera on your cleavage while you take off your bra, giving you full access to your already erect nipples, which you start rolling between your fingers repeatedly letting out soft moans, making Nat bite her lip at the view. She soon moves again to reach out and grope one while you keep touching the other

“Fuck, look at these tits”

The way she says it while giving an extra hard squeeze makes you let out a small whine and unconsciously roll your hips in search of some relief. You know she has noticed, her eyes regularly move down to your panty clad core, but she apparently wants to torture you, keeping her attention on your chest for a bit more. You close your eyes to fully savour the feeling of her hand but open them when it leaves your skin to move towards your mouth. When her thumb gently taps your bottom lip you move your gaze to her eyes to catch her attention before looking directly in the camera as you lick her digit before sucking it in your mouth, closing your eyes and letting out a languish moan as you hollow your cheeks around her finger. The groan she lets out only makes you more in need of her. She soon moves her hand and goes back to your tit, running her wet thumb over your nipple and making you shiver even more.

“Give me a kiss”

Her voice catches your attention as she forgets about the phone for a bit and leans down to passionately kiss you and explore your mouth with her tongue. You’re not expecting it when you feel her hand on your core, mindlessly rubbing you through your underwear, and gasp, breaking the kiss. Nat keeps running her fingers over your pussy and moves to take your nipple in her mouth before biting and sucking the skin above it, intent on leaving a mark behind. You’re getting closer to a breaking point and the feeling of her digits still touching you through the fabric and now making small circles directly above your clit don’t give you enough stimulation, leaving you a panting mess.

“Nat…pl-please”

When she’s pleased with the bruise that’s going to form on your boob she gives you one last reassuring kiss and focuses the camera on your body once again, settling it on your centre. Her hand finally leaves your clit and moves upwards, grazing your lower belly before moving under your underwear and directly making contact with your sensitive skin, getting a relieved moan out of you.

“You’re so fucking wet baby, you just need someone to fuck you, don’t you?”

She doesn’t even wait for an answer, she just puts down the phone to take your underwear off and spread your legs, giving her full access to your core. She looks mesmerised and almost forgets to get her phone, which she makes sure to use to get a good shot of your glistening folds. You don’t even have the energy to talk, rolling your hips instead, to ask her to touch you. She moves one last time to kneel beside your legs while she sucks her middle and ring fingers to get them thoroughly wet before running them up and down your slit, regularly bumping on your clit but never giving in. A low moan leaves her mouth when she eventually slips her digits inside your pussy, feeling your walls deliciously suck them in. The moan she pulls out of you just by entering you makes her chuckle while she waits for a couple seconds to get you used to the intrusion. She’s soon moving her fingers in and out, crooking them upwards to rub your spongy spot over and over, before moving to be able to rub her palm over your clit every time her fingers move inside of you, relishing in the desperate sounds you make.

The relatively slow pace drives you crazy, making you whine and reach out for her, taking the fabric of her shirt in your fist and holding it so as not to lose it completely, which gets her attention back to your face. Panting, you look at her with desperate eyes, hoping for her to understand your silent pleas.

“I need words baby”

The smirk on her face as she says it lets you know that she perfectly knows what you want, making you even more frustrated at her fake obliviousness.

“Go faster Nat, please please harder”

Your breathless words make her pout before her hooded gaze grows darker and even more full of lust.

“You want more? Yes? I’ll give you more then”

As the words leave her mouth she picks up the pace, which you gladly accept with a satisfied moan, but you soon feel her change the movements of her fingers, going from in and out to up and down, effectively hitting your spot harder and harder each time and making you see stars. You can barely hear her chuckle when she looks at you and finds you mouth opened in a silent moan, not even able to get a sound out of your throat. The harshness of her thrusts and the way she repeatedly stimulates your sweet spot over and over tightens the knot in your stomach even more, making you feel like you're about to burst in a matter of seconds.

“Shit you’re squeezing me so much, are gonna cum baby?”

Her pants between each raspy word only help you reach your peak as the knot finally breaks. Nat loudly groans at the wetness that squirts out of your pussy with each thrust, getting her hand and wrist wet and creating a patch on the towel she previously placed on the bed. You are almost screaming and your knuckles are white from how tight you’re grabbing Nat’s shirt in one hand and the bedsheets in the other. She gradually slows down her movements to help you through your orgasm and when your legs are no longer shaking she takes her fingers out of your pussy to lightly run them up and down your lips and touch your clit from time to time.

“It’s ok baby, can you give me another one? Just one more”

She reassures you after your body unwillingly jolts a bit when she presses on your clit a bit harder. Your nod and hum give the green light and she immediately gets to work, carefully stimulating your very sensitive clit by touching around it at first and lightly rubbing it when you start lifting your hips a bit in search of more contact. This time it all feels different and the knot is even tighter than before. Nat applies more and more pressure on your clit as she starts rubbing it quicker as well, moving her hand from side to side. Unlike before, this time you can feel it coming gradually but this time it also completely takes your breath away as Nat keeps applying so much pressure and at such a fast pace that your orgasm explodes with such strength that you once again squirt all over the bed and Nat’s hand. It takes ages to come down from your high and droplets of wetness keep running down Nat’s fingers as she keeps touching you through it.

“Holy shit, that was so hot baby”

You open your eyes just in time to see her stop recording and look at you. You’re thankful you’ve been able to catch your breath a bit because the passionate kiss she gives you makes your heart skip a beat. Your eyes flutter open as she pulls away and you’re greeted by the beautiful view of Nat’s smile.

“We have to go in a bit”

You whine at her whispered words, getting a small laugh out of her.

“Who cares about that stupid class. Do you care? I honestly don’t..”

Your mere attempt to reason with her doesn’t work though

“Well, we can go and not pay attention but you know we need to be there for the school credits”

“I know, it’s just, we could’ve spent the rest of the day together if it wasn’t for that. I can’t even stay overnight here!”

The childish pout on your face warms Nat’s heart and makes her a bit frustrated when she remembers that you both had important school lectures the next day and that it would’ve been too complicated for you to stay overnight.

“Trust me, the only thing I want is to have you all night long..”

She says as she starts littering small kisses all over your neck.

“..but at least now I have something to entertain myself with whenever I want”

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I love, love, LOVE your Morioh slices of life and would die for more of Jotaro trying to have a stable family life amid Josuke and Okuyasu shenanigans. Please? Maybe a beach episode?? Anything you want, really! 🙏

Hiya! Sorry I just got to your request! This one's pretty lengthy as I said but it is here now~ There was less Josuke and Okuyasu shenanigans than I hoped but that's because I wanted to focus the story on Jotaro's family bonding time. Hope you enjoy! ♡

A Slice of Morioh: Our Piece of Peace

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When it comes to the Kujos, nothing was ever boring or simple.

Every day in every month was something new to explore for the couple and their energetic 4-year-old daughter. Initially, it was just the family doing what an average family does in their seaside villa in Florida, then give it a couple months of adjustments, they found themselves in a mini crusade as they traversed most of Asia.

Jolyne fully had the idea that their trip was purely for vacation, but little does she know that it was half-work as well. In the background of their travels, her parents hunted down potential Stand enemies and possible Stand arrows in the area with the intention of minimizing threats that could harm their little girl’s future.

The whole family work-vacation was entirely your idea, taking into consideration Jolyne’s adventurous and excitable personality. You wanted her to explore the world before she had to stay in one place for her schooling. Understandably, Jotaro hesitated with the suggestion, feeling fearful of what could happen to his family; a hint of trauma still plaguing the back of his mind even after attended many therapy sessions.

You gently insisted it was for their daughter’s development and that she’d be under constant watch but allowed him time to ponder, never pushing it too far that it irritated him.

Eventually, he gave in and trusted your word to allow Jolyne in the couple’s travels across half the world. Looking at her now being this happy and excited, Jotaro didn’t regret his decision.

At this point of their trip, they agreed to give themselves a break and opted to settle down in the small town of Morioh-cho.

And aside from the handful of local Stand users wanting you and Jotaro out of the way of their shady business, the trouble wasn’t too much to handle and the family still had enough rest before venturing out of the country once again.

But-

“Eomma! Appa! I’m bored! Can we go somewhere else please?!”

Jolyne, having be used to the constant go-to routines her family does, began to fuss and whine within the 4 walls of their hotel room. You have stayed in the small town for over a month and within them, your daughter had wasted no time wandering about the area with the typical eagerness of a preschooler.

But since you and Jotaro intended to stay for at least 2 more months, it would only be time until she began to crave for more adventures. Thus, you found yourself facing Jolyne nearly throwing tearful tantrums in the lounge area of your hotel room, with Jotaro by your side perplexed at the situation, and Great Grandpa Joseph sighing as he carried the tiny Shizuka in his arms.

“I wanna go out! I wanna play and run and eat and do whatever!” Jolyne huffed and puffed in her butterfly-patterned pajamas, hands balling in tiny fists and feet stomping on the carpet.

“Jolyne, what did I tell you about being patient? Your mother and I still have matters to tend to here,” Jotaro said gruffly. “We already allowed you to hang out with Josuke and his friends.”

But the little girl continued to whine, cheeks growing red from frustration. “But they keep taking me to the same places over and over! I don’t wanna go back there!”

“Like where pearl?” You questioned.

She raised her chubby fingers and began to count from each. “The sandwich shop, the playground, the ice cream shop, the nice man’s food shop, the school, the park, and even that weird man’s house!”

“Which weird man?” Jotaro mumbled to you, to which you muttered back a quiet “Rohan Kishibe. They like to fool around with the guy”, and he nodded in immediate understanding.

“Listen,” you started as you got down on your knees to face Jolyne. “You have to understand that other than what your father said, the point of why we stayed here is to relax for a bit and then we can go back out there.”

She pouted. “But-”

“However,” you butted in before she could go back to throwing a fit. “How about I make a deal?” You reached over to grasp her one hand with both of yours. “We’ll have a mini road trip in the neighboring towns near Morioh and you can have all the fun you want, but when we get back, you have to behave until we finish our job here. Or else, you get limited exploration in our travels.”

You turned to look back at your husband. “Sounds like a good deal, right?” Jotaro quirked up his brows in agreement as he downed his cup of coffee.

Jolyne puffed her cheeks, dubious. “How long is the trip?”

“How long do you want it to be?”

“Hmm… 4 weeks!” Jolyne said with a wide smile.

“That’s a bit much. A week?”

“3!”

“Okay then, how about 2 weeks?” You said. “We can do a lot in 2 weeks pearl.”

You felt a hand lay on your shoulder and for a second, you glanced at Jotaro kneeling next to you. “Eomma also needs to rest a lot for your baby sibling to grow properly. Don’t you want that?” You flushed as he wrapped a gentle arm around midsection, hand resting on your small bump.

Jolyne pressed her lips together as she mirrored her father’s action and placed her hand on your tummy. “Yeah…”

“Listen to your parents youngster,” Mr. Joestar spoke up from the back. “There’s loads of fun stuff you can do in places near Morioh. I would know because I’ve been quite the wanderer myself in my younger days.”

“Of course you were old man,” Jotaro deadpanned at him. You held back a laugh at the implication. “Quite the wanderer indeed. I wouldn’t say it was your younger years though.”

“Anyways,” you cleared your throat. “Do we have a deal, little miss?” You put up a hand for her to shake.

Jolyne scrunched her face in deep thought before grinning and eagerly grasping your hand with her smaller ones. “Deal!”

You huffed in complete adoration and couldn’t resist planting a kiss on her forehead. “Aigoo, my tiny impatient explorer….”

“Go bath now before your mother changes her mind,” Jotaro said, rustling her already-tousled dark hair. Jolyne stared up at her father with challenge in her eyes and a smirk for a mouth. “In the count of 3,” he started. “One… two…”

And just like that, your daughter bolted back to her room with a loud giggle.

Jotaro chuckled and got up from his knee, helping you up after him. “Good grief. We really should come up with something to keep her occupied in one spot.” He narrowed his eyes at you. “You spoil her too much.”

“Me?” You raised a brow with a scoff. “And you don’t?”

“I mean-” He watched how you smirked up at him. His cheeks warmed a bit. “This whole vacation was your idea.”

“I know. But you’re often the one bending over to Jolyne’s every wishes, Jotaro-ssi.”

“Oi.”

“I get it!” You both turned to the elderly man. “You both are loving parents to that little girl! Have your squabble elsewhere before the baby starts crying again.”

You and your husband shared one look at each other and with that, a smile grew on both your faces.

---

Jotaro’s job was far from over. Stand users still run rampant in society as he speaks but even then, there was this reassuring sense of peace that often blanketed over his worries.

It took Jotaro months to realize that the source of his reassurance and light heart was the happiness and trust of his family that was with him all throughout this nomadic trip. The trust and love he had for his wife led him to this moment where he can put down the walls of his rigid stoicism and enjoy some semblance of normalcy that you both had wanted.

Just like an ordinary family.

Who knew something as mundane as packing up clothes and toiletries would something he’d prefer over throwing fists at somebody. It became a routine to him considering the number of times they had to the same thing with each country and its many cities.

Ironically, it was even a bit funny that he was finding amusement in the minute details of their daily living: The assigned roles of who was to pack what (Jotaro for the work equipment, you for the clothes, Jolyne for the toiletries), the frequent usage of Star Platinum, Silent Sanctuary, and Stone Free in doing simple assistive work, the banter you somehow still kept up with him throughout the years, his child’s laughter messing with her great grandfather etc.

And so as he tucked the last of the folders in the luggage, Jotaro cocked his head and felt his lip curl up at his own thoughts. “Unbelievable.”

You passed by and glancing at his organizational skills, let out an impressed “ooh” and turned to him. “Got everything packed?” He nodded once. “Your thesis papers? The Stand users’ profiles? Our personal documents?”

“Done. Also double-checked just in case.”

“As expected from you,” you said and got on your tiptoes to peck a chaste kiss on his cheek. “Watch out now, she’s gonna burst through that door in less than a second now.”

“What makes you say-”

“Eomma! Appa!” You both looked to the doorway to spot Jolyne with her trademark space buns, matching pastel green top and bottom, and butterfly accessories clipped on every inch of her clothes. A bright yellow backpack hung behind her, stuffed to the brim. “I’m ready!”

“I’m sure you are pearl.” He watched her run inside to hug your leg in excitement. In turn, you petted her head with gentle strokes. “Makes me wonder what you keep packing in that little bag of yours all the time.”

“Important stuff.” Jolyne giggled as you pinched her cheek.

But beyond the peaceful bubble of their bedroom, a pair of familiar loud teenage voices joined Joseph’s deaf complaints, causing a ruckus in the lounge area bearing the same eagerness as his child.

Said child jumped at their arrival and squealed with glee, hurrying back to greet the new visitors. “Jojo oppa! Kuyasu oppa!”

Jotaro let out the biggest sigh of the day. “Them again?” You smiled at him apologetically, but he knew you well enough to recognize that underlying smugness that paired with that smile. “Don’t tell me…”

“Jotaro-san! Y/N-san!”

He rolled his eyes at the mention of his name but didn’t resist when you held his hand and tugged him outside. Star hovered out behind to finish packing up all their luggage and carried them out afterwards.

“Josuke, Okuyasu, what are you doing here-” Whatever he wanted to say ended up short when he laid eyes on the two high schoolers… wearing their most casual wear, bulky bags on their backs, and wide grins on their faces. Meanwhile, Jolyne happily perched atop Crazy Diamond’s shoulders.

Jotaro lightly tilted his head to yours and simply muttered a curt “are they really?”

To which you shrugged. “It’s their break. I was thinking they can help us recommend some good spots to visit since they’re locals in the area.”

He wasn’t one to do such thing, but even he could feel himself pout as he said, “We can discover that for ourselves like we always do.”

“Oh come on now love, surely you’re not going to send them home disheartened? I mean, look at our little girl,” he watched as the said child played with the teenagers’ Stands with Stone Free creating many shapes out of its neon blue strings. “She’s so happy her goofy uncles are around. They can also be of big help security-wise if that makes you feel any better.”

Jotaro wanted to refute, his mind trying to come up with something but from a practical standpoint, you had every point in your favor. Instead of digging for more reasons to leave them, he combed his finger through his trimmed curls and heaved a heavy sigh. “I hate it when you have a point.”

You smiled, cheeky. “Where’s Koichi? Isn’t he coming along?”

“We told him to tag with us but he said he wanted to focus on his studies,” Okuyasu said. “And that he can’t leave his girlfriend behind.”

“Which I call foul because I still think she’s controlling and watching his every move,” Josuke added clicking his tongue. “Girl’s an insane stalker, you know?”

“Oh Y/N-san! When do we leave?” Okuyasu said, grabbing the handles of his bag like an elementary grade student about to go on their first school trip. “And what are we riding? Bus? Boat? Plane?”

“I’d like to board a plane…” Josuke mumbled with his thoughts already in the clouds.

“You two,” both boys froze in a second and stood rigid as Jotaro spoke from where he was beside you. “Be grateful Y/N invited you with us. I expect you to behave and minimize inconveniences around my family. Got it?”

“Y-Yes no problem with that Jotaro-san!” Josuke stuttered.

Nothing had even started and he was about to pop a blood vessel as soon as the two boys began to cause chaos in their booked hotel lounge. It was fortunate that you were there to step in and calm him down with a simple hand on his back. Jotaro turned to you and after a quick glance at him, you said to everyone in the room.

“Alright, looks like everything’s settled. Everyone is in attendance so let’s get this show on the road.”

“You kids have fun now,” Joseph said with the baby in his arms opening and closing her fists, mimicking an infant’s version of a wave. “I’ll just rest here with Shizuka. Poor thing might throw a fuss if I leave her alone.”

“Then I’ll have Koichi be the one to assist you then,” you said. “You take care Mr. Joestar.”

---

When planning out where to go for the impromptu trip, Jotaro didn’t think too much about it other than the potential of a Stand ambush. He trusted that you knew what and where you were going and that the two teenagers actually lived up to what was expected of them.

It was only after they boarded a train to the neighboring area and settled in their respective seats did his parental awareness kick in regarding whether or not Jolyne would even love the places they were going to.

If his prior research served him right, there weren’t any extravagant amusement parks or bustling cityscapes nearby that contained the attractions suited to entertain a preschool-aged girl. All there was were a multitude of sightseeing spots designed to interest older people instead of children.

Now looking at his little girl humming on her window seat beside him, happily munching on one of the wafer bars you bought back in Morioh, Jotaro’s mind started to overthink and his heart weighed a bit. I don’t want her to be disappointed. I should’ve told Y/N about modifying the itinerary because what if-

“Yeobo?” Jotaro snapped out from his thoughts to turn to you staring at him with worry. “Something in your mind?”

“It’s… It’s nothing,” he cleared his throat. He could only hope his nonchalance facade is effective. “I was thinking about changing some parts of my thesis, that’s all.”

“Really? Or are you worried about our daughter?”

Damnit. “What gave it away?”

“You kept looking at her eating with that shifty gaze I see in your eyes whenever you’re concerned,” you said. “What is it? Is it security matters again? Because the others are nearby to help out and I can always tell when a threat is within our vicinity.”

“No it’s not that. I got that issue sorted out in my head.”

“Then what?” A soft hand overlaid his and for a moment, his cheeks flared faintly, both at the feel of your wedding ring and your gentle touch. “Tell me.”

He sighed. “Will she enjoy this trip? I’m now recalling the plans you’ve laid out to me beforehand and thinking about it again, it’s not fit for a child’s entertainment. What if she experiences this whole vacation and ends up upset and starts throwing tantrums again when we get home?”

“Entertainment?” Looking away, you raised a hand to your mouth and huffed a breathy laugh. Jotaro remained puzzled as he continued to stare at you wanting solutions. “Love, this is Jolyne we’re talking about. The same Jolyne who wandered about wild forests with endless questions, and who’d find anything new interesting and worth exploring.”

“She’s been with us to isolated, rural places before and she loved every location regardless,” you smiled. “Don’t worry. As long as we’re with her and she has something to do, she’ll be fine.”

“And besides,” you gently patted your tiny bump. Something he always kept an eye on with fondness. “From all these countryside trips, I feel like this bean will grow more into a calmer baby than their sister.”

Reassurances were always something Jotaro never believed in fully being the skeptic that he was and a bit cynical towards the world, but hearing you say them was different- he’s been with you through the years and he’d seen how you’ve done or at least did your best to make sure you kept your word.

And he was grateful that he had someone he could feel this sentiment towards and he was glad it was you. So Jotaro smiled back in return, never saying anything back. Instead, he pressed a light kiss on your temple.

Time passed and eventually, the scenic view out their window transitioned from a stretch of green fields to the gradual transition into rows of blooming cherry blossom trees lining the large clear river down the slope.

The second the train had fully stopped, Jolyne couldn’t wait any longer and hurriedly tugged her parents towards the numerous pink foliage that waited for them. Josuke and Okuyasu stepped in to your aid and offered to play with her while they were there, sparing you from the worry of running and exerting stress to your unborn child and worrying Jotaro in the process.

The younger crowd enjoyed their time doing rounds of tag and role-playing while the “parents” of the group took their time to bask in the pleasing, spring environment. At times, the group would band together in one spot to take some photos with the Polaroid you brought for your travels.

The group proceeded to visit the nearby bay as suggested by the old man and there they continued to take even more memorable pictures as Jolyne wandered about the stone paths and bridges above the body of water. They were lucky enough to board a small boat to cruise them around before they made their last drive for the day.

By the time they reached the last hours of their afternoon, Jolyne grew tired and ended up sleeping the remainder of the day. With his daughter napping in his arms, the group took the chance to visit some of the local shrines within the area. During a break, they settled down momentarily in a nearby shop selling snacks.

While the teenagers goofed around talking about splurging versus saving, Jotaro chose to sit beside you with Jolyne laying on your lap, resting peacefully. Both of you had different treats in hand wanting separate selections. Naturally, you two ended up sharing a bite or two of their respective treats as if they were still the young lovers from high school.

After settling down for the night, the group proceeded to board a bus departing to a neighboring city the day after, and much like their situation in the train, Josuke and Okuyasu began to snicker and gossip to themselves in the seats ahead of Jotaro and his family. The only difference was that his little girl spent the duration of the bus trip with the teenagers, already accustomed to their chaos.

He could only imagine how befuddled and protective he became beside you.

“You’re in that mode again.”

“What mode?”

“Death glares, pressed lips, cocked head, crossed arms, bouncing knee, and lack of child within arms length..” You counted. “You know, papa wolf mode. I’ve took note a total of 3 occurrences so far during our vacation here.”

“Should I be concerned that I’m feeling this way more often? Or that you’re being smug and keeping count of it?”

“What’s it to you?” You smirked with that knowing shrug of yours. Seeing you crossing arms after him had Jotaro scoffing lightheartedly in disbelief, albeit with a curl to his upper lip. “Come on, it’s endearing admit it.”

“Quiet.”

Eventually past the rural side of the place and even more stretches of plains and farms, the bus made it to its destination. Drawn to the many eye-catching arcades immediately seen from where they stand outside the station, the high schoolers returned to Jolyne and with her consent and the permission of her parents, and invited her to play with them.

You shared a look with your husband and in silent resignation, he waved the boys off to do whatever. You allowed it as well under the condition they return and meet-up in the lobby area of hotel after an hour.

Suffice to say, they bolted to the nearby arcade game the second everyone approved. “Good grief,” Jotaro said. “When I got myself prepared to be a parent to 1, I didn’t think I’d be one to 3.”

“4,” you said back.

His eyes widened for a brief moment in realization before letting out a bashful chuckle. He stroked your tummy in soft circles. “You’re right. My bad, little bean.”

Their time spent in the urban landscape wasn’t as grand as they would’ve expected, but at the same time none of you complained. Instead, you discovered that other than the numerous entertainment being offered for the younger members of the group, you found a variety of dishes to try with the family ranging from new sushi items, unique meat selections, battered fish cake on a stick, fluffy custard-filled sponge cakes, flavored mochi treats, and many more.

Your days ended up with filled bellies and bags… upon bags of purchased “souvenirs” the teenagers stacked up during their shopping spree. Funnily enough, they were able to buy that much to begin because Jotaro lent them some money under the pretense that they leave his family in peace for even one day.

That day, Jolyne sported a toothy grin as she added a stuffed kitty and puppy plush to her toy collection from a whole day spent in an indoor amusement park- a prize won by her father and his Stand’s impeccable accuracy at a game of shooting specified number of targets. As a cherry on top, you had a hunch the guy manning the booth rigged the game from the number of unclaimed toys sitting on their shelves and the cocky stance he put on. So you took matters into your hands.

A light ring and a mellow symphony conducted by your Stand ended up swaying the con artist to give away all his prizes to nearby children. He earned enough.

“This is papa,” Jolyne said, taking the paw of her puppy plush to wave at Jotaro. The latter raised a brow at his daughter sitting on his forearm and reached up to pinch her cheeks with his free hand. She fumbled around until she’s able to grasp the kitty’s paw to wave at you. “And this is mama.”

You cooed, combing through her partly-dyed hair. She wanted them down for today and you didn’t see any problem with that. “How about yours, pearl?”

“I’m the butterfly toy back at home,” Jolyne said in return, pouting as she joined paws of both her plushies. “The pretty blue butterfly.”

You smiled and glancing at your husband, he had one on his face as well. “That’s right. You’re puppy-kitty’s little butterfly.”

At that, Jolyne giggled as she snuggled both squeaky plushies into her hug.

Their last stop was a humble, homey village not too far from the city. Known for their crafts, the place gave its visitors a piece of history, nature, local tradition, and its many signature wood products.

Almost immediately, Jolyne hurried over with eager skips to the many workshops available for her to participate in, and just like your child and her 2 older brother-figures accompanying her, you too had to admit that you were also excited to build something.

While they went about their way as usual, you followed after them with a slower stride alongside your husband. “I can just tell you’re brimming to do all sorts of activity here.”

You turned to Jotaro with a confident shrug. “Why wouldn’t I? I’m always up to trying out new stuff.”

“You weren’t exactly the best during that time we had to create wooden statues for arts class.”

“Yah, that was 9 years ago Jotaro-ssi!” You scoffed and playfully slapped his bicep. “A lady can improve. Matter of fact, I have improved when you weren’t around.”

Jotaro smirked, unconvinced. “We’ll see.”

The workshops offered a variety of craft choices to choose from and all members of your group didn’t hesitate to test them out starting from the shop teaching how to make chopsticks from scratch. By the end of the session, your family created 3 pairs of freshly lacquered chopsticks in different colors- violet, burgundy, and olive green.

Josuke and Okuyasu went ahead to visit the workshop that guided them to craft more creative wood works, though knowing them, using their respective Stands to cheat and compete on who would make the better end product was likely what they did without adult supervision.

They spent the entire afternoon exploring the different activities available for them and made personalized trinkets and small wooden decor they could add to spruce their home up. Skill-wise? You weren’t lying when you said you’d somewhat mastered some level of craftsmanship when carving and assembling pieces of chopped wood into various designs.

Beside you, Jolyne created her own custom goodies with Jotaro’s assistance.

After successfully trying out everything, Jolyne spent all her energy for the day and went on to take a nap in her father’s arms, cradling a self-made kokeshi doll swaddled in a forest green handkerchief that she dyed herself- a tiny wooden doll carved, polished, and painted to look like a miniature version of her. And she had Star Platinum to thank.

The sun began to set as the sky’s clear blue gradually transitioned into a beautiful autumn orange. One-by-one, the village houses lit up together with the street lamps that shone upon the dirt path below.

They settled in for the night in a quaint guest house, stowing their bags in their respective rooms, and meeting up to eat dinner at a nearby restaurant serving stew and roast.

And just to finish the vacation on a soft note, why not make use of the hot springs resting just outside their bedroom. Luckily, you were able to book the rooms that had the natural feature before anyone else could, and since the spring was isolated to your spot alone, no one else would be able to interrupt your time in the warm waters and cozy ambiance.

With your daughter now asleep in her pajamas, you invited Jotaro with you for a relaxing soak and seeing there would be no reason to decline, he followed you there.

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This is what he wanted. Not the stressful fights with Stand users or the hassle of paperwork and research.

Just having to hold you in his arms, resting in solitude without having to worry about the problems of the outside world. As a matter of fact, it dawned on him that during the entirety of this mini trip, any paranoia that would’ve appeared at any moment hasn’t made itself known.

Strangely enough, Jotaro felt safe.

He felt safe and fuzzy inside that it genuinely brought a clear joy to his face and a heart that weighed light as a feather. Every once in a while, he could shut his cold logic for a moment and pretend that he was an ordinary man with his wife and child taking the break he so desperately wanted.

He could live like this forever with you.

“You’re uncharacteristically affectionate tonight, love.”

“Hm?” He blinked once, twice, and realized he was half submerged in steaming water, sitting by the stone with your back against his chest. He also caught himself nuzzling the crook of your neck, arms tightening a bit around your midsection just under your breasts with his hands overlapping over your small baby bump. “Oh…”

“I didn’t tell you to stop though,” you said, reaching up behind you to nudge his head forward and plant a soft kiss on his cheek. “I’m happy that you’re happy, right?”

Jotaro, not needing to be the intimidating and strong Stand user that slayed the immortal DIO, allowed himself to smile and reciprocate your peck with a tender kiss on your lips. Only then did he nod to answer you.

“We’re heading back to Morioh tomorrow and resume doing Stand business,” you said. “I’ll miss this moment of quietness between us.”

You huddled closer to your husband, holding his hands with yours. “This is nice.” He purred in acknowledgment as he rest his chin atop your head. “I wish we had more moments like this. Just you, me, and our children.”

“I’d like that too…”

#jotaro x reader #jojos bizarre adventure #jjba #jotaro kujo #for those unfamiliar #yeobo just means “honey”#and oppa is an honorific for girls to call their older brothers

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jxsterr · 9 months

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while im on a roll i think we should talk about them exploring the depths together too

- whenever they go on walks together both of them actively keep their distance from chasms

- cue zelda falling flashback

- zelda learns of all the interesting things down there from josha

- “there are statues?? ancient statues?? that we know little of in regards to their origins??”

- josha rambles and zelda intently listens. she’s writing things down on her purah pad

- link had a notebook feature added by robbie, he knew she’d want it for the sky islands at least

- sometimes he scrolls through them when shes at the school and somehow isnt surprised to see 200+ entries

- zelda eventually asks him about the idea of going into the depths. link is vehemently against it initially

- she’s visibly disappointed and he feels bad. he eventually agrees Only if they prepare for it enough

- link takes her to cotera and gets all of her clothes Fully upgraded. then buys her another set of armour and upgrades those too

- he teaches zelda how to swing a sword. she already knows how to fire a bow, so he gives her his strongest (it’s a royal guard’s bow. he’d give her a lynel bow but she isnt as stupidly strong as him)

- buliara decides to make her an ornate shield that’s both strong and pretty to symbolise her finally stepping into the fighting world. some decals are similar to urbosa’s shield. zelda tries not to cry

- link’s built them a diving platform into the chasm so they don’t touch the gloom that’s bleeding out into the world

- he has an absurd amount of sunny and gloom resistant meals. hes not taking any chances at losing her again

- zelda is an explorer and a scholar at heart, keeping the depths from her would be like keeping her from her books. he ignores the anxiety in his stomach and stands beside her on the platform

- “stay by me.” “i promise.”

- zelda’s gotten more used to freefalling now but she still laughs wildly every time. the rush of wind through her hair makes her feel free and alive

- the place is well lit since link went through and Thoroughly activated all the lightroots before he even let her step foot near the chasm

- he holds her hand the entire time and keeps on high alert

- link gives her a thumbs up when she kills her first gaggle of little froxes. she’s grinning and brimming with adrenaline

- she takes pictures of everything, and i mean Everything. the trees, the flora, formations, the skeletons, the lightroots, even the yiga hideouts

- zelda’s frozen in awe when she witnesses farosh gracing the depths with her presence for the first time. she feels a strong need to follow. a friend, a sister.

- link advises against it. he reminds her that neither have anything resistant to electricity and as well meaning as farosh is, she’s difficult to get close to

- zelda loses her MIND at the abandoned mines. link holds her hand to make sure she climbs down safely

- she’s utterly obsessed with zonaite. link breaks a piece for her and she keeps it safe in her pocket. she treats it like a momento of the first time they went into the depths together

- link is on high alert. she accidentally walks too close to a monster mining site and link immediately springs into action. she headshots the bokoblins but link steals the limelight by making quick work of the remaining moblins and one silver bokoblin

- after all this time he still acts like her knight. she doesn’t think he’ll ever stop

- “we need to be more careful of our surroundings.” because goddess forbid he scolds her properly

- they sit and eat some of the food they packed underneath a lightroot. zelda’s obsessed with the surrounding fauna. link’s focused on the way her face glows when she’s excited

- zelda takes her first bit of damage and link takes down the enemy with such fury she’s taken aback

- it’s only a minor wound but it makes his stomach turn and all the worries of losing her again and watching her almost die come flooding back

- she knows that look. she understands. it will be a long time before he fully trusts her to be in potentially dangerous situations

- “link, we can go home if this is becoming too much.” “i.. yes. please.”

- they find another chasm entrance and link is able to conjure up a hot air balloon from nothing. she wonders if she’ll ever stop being surprised by the autobuild feature

- she squeezes his hand as they go up together. he squeezes back

- the sunset is beautiful. they stay in the air for a while, watching the sky bleed from orange to red

- “thank you.. for today.”

- link nods, “we can go down again sometime soon.”

- zelda grins

#zelink #legend of zelda #zelda x link #zelda and link #loz zelda #zelda breath of the wild #zelda tears of the kingdom #zelda #princess zelda #zelda totk #totk link #loz link #link #link botw #tears of the kingdom #totk #loz totk #totk depths

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vampiric-hunger · 3 months

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𝕖𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕠𝕣

pair: Ascended Astarion x female! spawn !reader

tags: no y/n is used, rating - T, just fluff, your Vampire Lord sure knows how to make you feel special

summary: Astarion has been gone for couple weeks, making you miss him terribly, but when he finally returns he brings a gift to make up for his prolonged absence. and what a gift that is.

word count: 2,176

a/n: written for a discord server event, just a little fluff piece because i wanted to explore how Astarion would give a gift to his beloved. enjoy! <3

Your life in the palace has been peaceful so far. Well, as peaceful as it can be while living with a Vampire Ascendant who loves to entertain himself with parties, masquerades and a good-hearted murder here and there. However, you signed up for this life willingly and you couldn’t be happier. Still, parties can be exhausting, but when Astarion notices you acting less than cheery, he halts everything and gives you peace and quiet in the palace until you suggest to him to have another celebration. Eternity is full of delights and you two haven’t shared even a fraction of ‘forever’ yet, so you both take it slow, why rush when you have the evermore?

Nonetheless, before fully settling in Baldur’s Gate, you spent first few decades traveling. From one end of Faerûn to another, tasting everything life has to offer. Not needing to fear the sun, you both strolled through the streets of every city worth visiting and stalked the nights when you needed to feed. Astarion joined you quite often. And while his own desire for blood is near gone entirely, he still enjoys a good hunt, especially in your company.

But eventually you have returned home, to the palace you both carefully refurbished before leaving. After settling back in, Astarion began preparing his plans, just like he spoke years back – to make Baldur’s Gate his domain. And you settled as his Consort – managing servants, provisions, planning parties and eventually - Astarion’s and your own spawn. He carefully chooses every single person to turn into his spawn, while you are generally more lax about it, and he trusts you to make sure that they all behave. But sometimes they do misbehave, as spawn tend to, and when that happens Astarion has to punish them, sparing you the trouble of doing it yourself. You’re not averse to getting your hands dirty, but in those times you stand by your lover’s side and watch with pride how your beloved manages those lesser than him. They all deserve it after all.

Some more years pass in a wonderful bliss. But Astarion’s plans only begin to come into motion. To keep them moving as he wants them to your Vampire Lord has to travel. Sometimes for weeks, leaving you alone to manage your mutual estate. In his absence you don’t feel lonely, but you do miss him terribly, anxiously waiting for his return. At least he sends a messenger bat to you every other day, informing you about what he’s doing and always telling you just how much he wants you by his side. You have a feeling that soon he will stop going alone and will begin taking you with, just because he’s growing more possessive, wanting to make sure that you’re safe and thriving, and to him – that’s only possible when you’re at his side. Not that you could argue with that. Your entire soul aches when he’s absent.

And such you find yourself in this state again. Anxious, nervous, and longing for your lover to come home. Astarion has been gone for two weeks this time, longest yet, and for the third day now you keep wandering the palace, feeling increasingly irritable, snapping at servants and spawn alike, punishing them for minor transgressions. You need Astarion, you crave to be in his arms again, you feel like you’re falling apart the longer you’re away from him. Finest wines and freshest blood can’t lull the ache in your very soul that you’re feeling.

“My Lady, the Lord has returned.” you hear behind you and you immediately stop in your tracks. You were pacing in Astarion’s office, restless and almost ready to send another letter via bat because his own letters stopped a week ago, making you worried.

But he returned. At last.

You turn to the servant who immediately gets out of the doorway when you rush. Your footsteps are fast, you’re holding the front of your long, lavish dress so that you don’t trip. One flight of stairs, then another one. Faster, you have to go faster. If you had a beating heart it would pound in your chest like a dwarven hammer on hot iron.

And then there it is, the last step.

You stop, slightly out of breath, and see that your beloved indeed has returned. Astarion is standing by the main entrance, his clothing and hair are immaculate as always, there’s a smile on his lips but you also see longing in his eyes. Then he opens his arms for you.

“My love!” you cry out and rush to him, the sound of your heels on the tiles fill the room and you let go of your dress just before you fling yourself into Astarion’s embrace.

You hug him with a fierce need and he too wraps his arms around your shoulders, managing to do so before you crash your lips against his. You hear Astarion’s own heart beating fast in his chest and he hugs you even tighter, painfully strong, his fingers digging into your shoulders. You remain locked like this for a long while, kissing each other first in short bursts, smiling, happy to be finally reunited. Then the kisses become longer, deeper and more passionate. You let go of him only to find first two buttons on his doublet, eager to feel his skin against yours, to feel him in a way no one else feels him, or you.

But Astarion catches your fingers with firm elegance and pulls back from your lips. You eagerly want to kiss him again but he just smiles.

“Little treasure, I missed you too, but I brought something for you. Wouldn’t you like to see what it is?” your lover asks and you stop your attempts to steal another kiss.

“What is it?” you ask and dip your head lower, now planting soft kisses on his fingers that hold yours, your heart bursting with love. Astarion’s eyes soften as he watches you and he presses his lips against your forehead briefly.

“Come. I’ll show you.” he whispers and moves from you, taking your hand in his and leading you to the room left from the main entrance. It’s where you greet guests when they arrive, that is, unless the main event is happening in the ballroom.

You follow and inspect Astarion’s appearance as you walk with him, his fingers intertwined with yours. Your beloved doesn’t look any worse than how he did before he left. In fact he looks as he always does – opulent and wonderfully beautiful. You feel relief that nothing happened to him while he was away, but what could even harm the Vampire Ascendant? You know you worry too much but you can’t help it.

“Here it is, my dear.” Astarion stops and you finally look away from him to where he’s gesturing with his left hand.

In front of you, on the floor, sits a medium sized ornate chest. There was a lock on it that now rests on the table nearby and you look at Astarion, your eyebrows raised in an unsaid question.

“Just open it.” he chuckles, obviously pleased with himself. “I got it for you myself. Although I’ll admit it wasn’t an easy task, so you better appreciate it.” Astarion raises an eyebrow and you pause for a moment longer then smile, giving him a nod.

“I’m sure I will.”

You let go of his hand, however unwillingly, and walk to the chest leaning down and slowly opening it. While you do that you feel Astarion’s palm caress your rear and you smile. Oh how you missed these touches. Even though it was just two weeks, it feels like he was gone for eternity.

However, what you see inside shocks you. Your mouth drops open and you lift chest’s lid fully, straightening your back as you stare down, utterly taken aback.

“Is that-“

“A dragon egg, my dear. Indeed it is.” Astarion says with pride and you look at him, the disbelief you’re feeling right now makes you feel like you’re in a dream rather than reality. There is indeed a red dragon egg in the chest, resting on a soft pillow, its opalescent scales softly reflecting the daylight coming in through the windows.

“How did you-“

“Found a lair.” Astarion smugly raises an eyebrow at you. “It’s a red dragon egg. I think it will be quite an addition to our little home, don’t you think?”

You’re still speechless. How in the hells he acquired a dragon egg? And even brought it here? As a gift for you?

“But Astarion, dragons are not pets they are-“ you begin but he rolls his eyes, slightly annoyed now.

“Yes, my dear, I know. You don’t need to give me a lecture about what dragons are and what they aren’t.” he says while taming his irritation, then he turns to you, taking your hands in his, making you fully face him. “You forget that I’m the Vampire Ascendant, love. And you’re my beloved Consort. I’m sure once it hatches you will be able to win its trust and have a companion by your side worthy of you.”

You think it over. Yes, maybe he’s right.

“But why a dragon?” you ask carefully and Astarion scoffs.

“Why not? My coven will survive for eons! A dragon will be a wonderful part of it. To have an ally like this will prove to others that we are not to be trifled with. And you will have something loyal to you and you alone, my treasure. I think you deserve it.” Astarion lets go of your hand and cups the side of your face with a warm palm. His eyes are locked on yours and you see that he truly believes you can convince a dragon, a red dragon above all, to become loyal to you. Well, at least he didn’t steal an egg from a black dragon.

“But what if I fail?” you ask with a tinge of worry in your tone and Astarion sighs, pulling you closer now, his hands finding their usual spots on your hips.

“My dear, I don’t think you are capable of ever failing me.” Vampire Lord smiles and leans closer to your face. “You are perfect in every way, why would you doubt yourself now?” he asks and his lips move over your eyebrow, then down your nose, making you smile and giggle, just like that.

“You put too much faith in me.” you look at him while Astarion trails a row of pecks across your left cheek, making you briefly close an eye when his nose brushes against your eyelashes.

“Everything I have would mean absolutely nothing without you.” he whispers and his eyes meet yours at last as he pulls back just enough to make sure that you see how serious his expression is. “How could I ever doubt you, my lovely Consort? You’re my world. And you will be my world forever.”

Astarion leans in and kisses you again, possessively but also affectionately, like a mere fraction of a thought of you not being in his life makes him fear losing you. His kiss is intense and needy, and you respond in much the same way, holding onto his arms when he fully presses himself against you.

“You’ll do just fine with the egg, my dear. I know you will.” Astarion whispers and you hug him now, your arms move around him; you press your palms onto his back and bury your face in his chest, feeling him begin to stroke your hair.

“Thank you.” you murmur against the fabric of his coat with your eyes closed. You smile and inhale the familiar perfume, letting it fill your lungs. “It’s a very precious gift.”

“Oh I know.” Astarion responds and he sounds like he’s smiling, you think he is. His strokes on your hair are slow and tender. A moment of silence passes before you speak up again.

“Just don’t leave for this long again. I missed you terribly.” it’s easy for you to admit it, he knows that you weren’t yourself without him.

“I won’t, I promise. And if I do need to leave for longer, I will take you with me. Does that sound good, my pet?”

You nod and sigh, relaxing in his embrace.

At last the palace feels much warmer, so much livelier now that Astarion’s back. It’s like stone and iron lost their iciness with your lover present. But no, it’s not that the walls feel more welcoming with your Lord back home, it’s that Astarion is your home. The world is a cold and unwelcoming place but not when you’re with him. Not when you’re in his embrace. Not with his lips pressed against your hair.

And you have forever together. Including, it seems, a dragon to hatch and raise.

You smile while being held by Astarion. Your Vampire Lord sure knows how to give lavish gifts.

You will have to return his kindness later. And you know just the perfect way to do so.

#baldur's gate 3 #ascended astarion #bg3 #astarion #reader insert #female reader #x reader #astarion x reader

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monster-slxt · 8 months

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The story with the skinny dipping in a stream fully made me think of some kind of slime or water elemental that's hiding out in the water, just waiting for a victim.

Going skinny dipping with some friends, and you suddenly feel something touching you, but you can't see it bc the monster is completely invisible in the water.

At first, you ignore it. It was probably just a bug or a leaf, but then the touch happens again, more firmly, more consistently, until you can't deny that something is touching you, and you don't know what.

It starts to grope you, fuck you, and, if you don't want your friends to know what's going on, you have to keep quiet. Maybe even hiding your full body in the water so that your friends can't see the way your body is reacting, although that just gives the monster more access to your body.

(or maybe the water is completely clear, leaving no room for you to hide yourself from your friends as they watch you get violated by something they can't see)

Maybe it makes you cum (perhaps multiple times). Maybe it prefers playing with its victims and edges you and doesn't let you cum at all. Maybe it ends up laying eggs inside you, and you'll have to come back to the stream later to birth them (with the risk of getting violated again)

God I love slime🥰 let me twist that egg idea just a little bit-

It was supposed to just be a fun day hiking in the moutians. We had decided to take a break and cool off in the little lake we found. No one was around, it was so isolated and deep in the woods that we all decided to skinny dip just long enough to cool off before starting back to the car. The beautiful, crystal clear moutian water was too tempting to resist

I ended up going a bit deeper out than anyone else, so far there was no chance of touching the bottom. That's when I first felt it, something strangely solid brush against my leg. I didn't see any fish, but I brushed it off as best I could and kept swimming. But when it happened again and again, each time moving up my leg I decided it was time to swim back.

The slime that was playing with me didn't like that, of course, and solidified around my legs to keep me pinned in place. I really started to panic then, and just as I was about to shout for help it slipped inside me. The crystal clear water gave a perfect view of my cunt gaping around nothing as the slime forced more and more of itself into me. The feeling was completely alien as it explored my body both inside and out. By now it had engulfed my whole torso. It was all I could do not to bring attention to myself as it rubbed against every sensitive part of me.

Eventually the slime seemed to find what it was looking for, slowly oozing itself through my cervix to settle in my womb. The fluid nature of the slime made the process easy and painless, and by the time it was done there was a barely noticeable bump on my stomach. The rest of the slime disappeared back into the water, and I quickly swam back to my friends to head back home, hyper aware of the weight in my stomach the whole time.

Days turned into weeks after the hike and the whole time my stomach slowly expanded. The once small bump looked more like a full term pregnancy after a month. The slime inside me was active, always moving and shifting inside of me. After two month I was absolutely massive, and it was then I got an overwhelming need to return to the lake that started this all.

It wasn't easy. The hike was difficult before I was swollen up like this, and the slime seemed to get more and more active the closer I got to the lake, writhing inside me like it knew it was time to return to the water.

When I get there I barely have time to get my bottoms off and sit in the shallows before the need to push overtakes me, and the first slime happily leaves me for the water. It seems I was full of a bunch of little slimes rather than one huge one. The process takes a few hours, even aided by the slime moving on their own back to the water.

I'm exhausted by the time it's all done, but I have to get back home. It's a long hike and I don't want to be in the woods overnight. I change into the fresh clothes in my pack and slowly start on the long journey home. Little do I know, so relieved to not be hugely pregnant anymore, that my stomach still has one little bump like I was left when I first found the lake.

#asks #monsterfucking #monster smut #slime #preg

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torukmaktoskxawng · 2 months

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84 w/ lo'ak x omatikaya!reader? there weren't any more lo'ak fics so I'm here requesting one, ty‼️‼️

#84: Falling Asleep On Their Shoulder

Pairing: Lo'ak x Omatikaya!Reader

Warnings: Short, fluff, sfw, proofread by me

Na'vi Words: olo'eyktan - clan leader, kelku - home, Iknimaya - Rite of Passage

Taglist: @mooniequeen @avatar-lover @taronyuhunter

A/N: I am so sorry for such a late response 🙏 I hope this makes up for it

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Exhaustion was inevitable.

As a son of the olo'eyktan, Lo'ak finds himself dragged into all sorts of tasks throughout the village. He wasn't Neteyam, but he still had certain duties that were required of him, and while he was able to get away with not doing some of it when he was a kid, he couldn't ignore them now, as a fully seen adult.

You always find yourself busy as well, being a prominent figure in your clan. You had worked up a reputation as someone hardworking and eager to strengthen the Omatikaya, which is why many people were shocked to learn when Lo'ak first started to court you. The two of you were complete opposites, and many thought you would be a better match for Neteyam -not that they would have the balls to say it out loud- but as time went on, everyone could see how yours and Lo'ak's differences clearly made the best dynamic. You two are a team and a really good one.

Regardless, it was hard to find time for each other. You would think being recently mated, you would have all the time in the world together, exploring the newest dynamic in your relationship. The "honeymoon phase" as some humans call it. But alas, you barely see one another, and when you finally do, you're too tired to do anything other than fall asleep in each other's arms.

Lo'ak doesn't mind it, and he tells himself that as he looks down at your sleeping figure, head tucked into the juncture between his shoulder and neck. He wasn't as tired as he'd normally be by the end of the day, but that didn't mean he was going to disturb whatever rest you clearly needed to spend some quality time with you. Instead, he stayed up, sitting in front of your kelku's hearth, while you sat in his lap and leaned against his shoulder to rest. His thumb absently rubbed soothing circles against the small of your back, smiling to himself when your tail unconsciously thwacked his knee in response.

Even if it wasn't real quality time, Lo'ak would never take advantage of it. There was a time when you were younger that he couldn't even sit close to you because of common Na'vi courtesies. He wanted to do this right, such as asking your family for permission and taking the needed steps to eventually have you as his mate. If his father thinks he does nothing but screw up all the time, Lo'ak didn't want this to be one of them. He had to restrain himself until both of you completed your Iknimaya and began courting.

Now that he finally has you in his arms, he'll take whatever you want to give him, because even just falling asleep in his arms is enough to satiate him.

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#lo'ak #lo'ak sully #lo'ak x reader #lo'ak fluff #lo'ak imagine #avatar lo'ak #lo'ak avatar #lo'ak te suli tsyeyk'itan #atwow #avatar the way of water #avatar 2 #avatar imagine #atwow imagine #atwow x reader #avatar x reader

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cleromancy · 6 months

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one thing i think people miss when trying to nail down the like nitty gritty of like-- okay. so post-crisis post-resurrection Jason's a hypocrite, right? and hes purposely fancast himself as the villain opposite bruce in utrh.

but also even while Jason's doing this he *has a point,* and he *knows it.* Jasons got a lot of big moral ideas hes spouting, and from what we see, he mostly only abides by *some* of them. so while you're like acknowledging that utrh/lost days jay is motivated by his emotions and doesn't act in ways that align with his moral principles, but also he *keeps bringing **up** those moral principles*, you start to wonder like. What the hell is going on in that big brain of yours jay.

and what i was getting at. the thing i think most people miss or forget when exploring that. is jasons appearance in outsiders 2003.

im looking through the tpb so im not giving you the exact issue numbers for any of these panels sorry but its 44-46 plus the annual.

but here is the crux of the matter:

cutting for length!!

so whats going on here in outsiders! is that black lightning, aka Jefferson pierce, aka anissa pierces dad and one of the few really good dads in the dcu, got (basically) framed for murder by deathstroke; believed he (accidentally) actually did the murder; eventually turned himself in to serve his time in prison.

jason happens across this information entirely by accident, and goes out of his way to deliver that information to dickie, who has an on-again off-again relationship with being the leader of the outsiders at this point in time. and im just going to post a lot of it, both bc i like it and also so you see what Jason was going against JUST TO DELIVER THIS INFORMATION:

skipping the first page to save images but jason asks dick to meet up with him in Gotham; the next pages:

im skipping a bit of really enjoyable fighting after that as well but pls know its there. jason asked dick to meet up and dick fully said okay ill come to your rendez-vous *just* to beat the shit out of you. and he was so valid for that. but this aint about him so lets get back to jason:

why does jason bring this up + how does Jason come by this information? well

ok. now youre as caught up as dick is.

some times fools and jackanapes say to me. but sisky why would jason do this and bring this information to dick. why would he try to break black lightning out of prison. why would he do such a thing when he is a known knave, neer do well, scoundrel, etc. to which i say HE TOLD YOU!!! HE TOLD YOU WHY HE DID IT

JASON FUCKING VALUES THE *GOOD GUYS.*

(and also sidenote. winick is writing this so we have to assume he knows how competent and resourceful jason can be bc... as the guy who defined the character after his resurrection... he *made him that way.* so based on utrh we have to assume both that 1) jason could have pulled this prison break off solo and 2) jason *knows* he could pull it off solo...

but he also knows he's a Bad Guy now, and he realizes that *if* he sprung black lightning hed just fucking! turn himself back in! so jadon needs to convince some big goddamn heroes to do it....

so he goes to dick.)

((and also secondary sidenote. willis todd canoncially spent enough time in and out of prison that jason assumed hed wound up back there without telling him or catherine before she died and jason wound up squatting, and he only found out otherwise when he read the entry on the batcomputer on two-face.))

the point is. jason has a *lot* of moral ideas he is not, at this point in time, capable of living by for a variety of Jason Reasons, ill do more meta on that some other time. so he's inhabiting the bad guy role, but sometimes he keeps slipping and falling and accidentally caring about things, and...

god damn it dick, black lightning is one of the *good* guys. like *you're* one of the good guys. aren't you going to fucking help him??

i will probably elaborate on this more in the future as well. i just need to hit send rn LOL

#jason todd #dc #text #outsiders #meta

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AkiXreader!! word count: 2k.392 warning: (NSFW)smut 18+

a/n; I- he is so fine I just had to

Aki's fingers gently left the black Jacket, then slaying it after his shoulder and leaving it abandoned on the table near by the door of his room.

"Aki sir!" His shoulders stiffend, blades at guard before recognizing your voice and calming down internally.

Aki smiles. "You don't have to call me that anymore."

You hop in front of him, hands clasped behind your back and skin covered with a light sleep gown. Head leaning upwards, you grin up at his form.

"I like the way it sounds." You say, honestly. It did, it matched him, all office and heavy work on load shoulders.

He left it at that, eyes dropping a bit in exhaustion as he worked with the belt below his waist, few noises of fidgeting with metal heard in the dark quiet room. Your eyes shifted there, darkening.

"You look tired." You state, almost bitting your lip.

He nods "It was busy." His hands rise up to hang his belt on one of the hangers against the wall. He also shucks out his cig packet, letting them rest on the table.

You notice the tension in his body, muscles shifting now and then, seen from the thin white shirt over his chest. You creep towards him, standing right in front. His eyes narrow. Your arms raises, placed softly on his chest and running up to take the head of his tie. You loosen it, wriggling it left and right to smoothly slide it wide enough, circling it out of his head.

Aki's breath shakes, stilling for a moment before inhaling again. You bite your lip. His eyes watch you and this time, he slumps down with a sharp breath, head coming to rest on your shoulder. You freeze a second then hold his arms.

Aki's eyes drop fully, letting you unbutton the top button on his shirt, going lower and then with heavy trouble hauling it off him. His heart skips. You trial the tip of your fingers around his neck, brushing along his hair. Chuckling, you let out his hair, flinging the hairband somewhere near and immediately tangling your hands in his hair. A little too silky and soft.

"Hey. . .Um" you hesitate. "Can we?"

Your whisper makes him swallow, though he hums, the sound vibrating over your neck to run a chill down your spine. With your palm around his head, you lean it back up to met his lips with your own.

As most, it's smoke and ashes that you taste at first, fading away to leave your tongue with his saliva. Not the best, but you have gotten used to it and it wasn't surprising. Very unhealthy but he just wouldn't stop.

Your mouth moves furiously while aki's lips lazily try to move with yours. The connection slips, lips clumsy and mouth panting on the others face. It grew louder with each skate of your fingers on his chest, running up and down.

It was finally for sake that he placed his hands on your shoulders, forcing you to walk backwards towards the bed. You moan. His lips center around yours. Head falling on the mattress, you first fiddle with your own gown, aki hovering over you as you do so. Warmth creeps up your neck.

"Here." He says, reaching behind your supported form to unzip the zipper and making it easier to let it out.

You flash him a smile, pecking his lips and going in again for a Kiss, letting your tongue explore his insides and clash with his own. His tongue pushes down own yours, not even trying but somehow able to take control and flip the situation. He moans. You touch him some more, matching the speed of every drag of his tongue.

Aki's own hands wander down your waist, rubbing the bare skin there and eventually going lower to dig his fingers on your hips. You are already hot within, stomach burning with a flamming fire.

He keeps kissing you, on the mouth, face, neck, down your collabone and as much as that makes you arc, you are desperate for his heat inside you.

"Can we-" you are breathing heavily. "Can you please just,-" you stop yourself with a Moan.

"Yeayea." Aki's breathing trembles whilst he leaned forward to kiss you again before kneeling on either side of your thighs. You were already bare. That was easy. All he had to do was unzip his own pants and go inside you. It was troublesome though, muscles tired but cock desperate. With great bothersome, he is leaning over you again, mouth open and layed on the side of your throat. He licks, bites, gently at first to get you worked up. You already are, helping him line up with you but it ends with a fierce grind of his cock on your bare clit.

It makes you gasp out a whimper, fingers eagerly going around his shoulders. "Aki sir, please." You beg him. You are not sure to what. You want him to shove himself in you but it's impossible with each roll of your hips impulsively rubbing on his length.

Aki's head spins, fog taking over that your voice is a million distance apart for a hot moment and he is back in your arms throughout each lift of your hips.

Then suddenly, when he is supporting himself to get ready, your entrance meets the tip of his cock in a aimless rub.

"Y/n." He groans out your name, right by your near and making a knot tighten in your gut. And you are moving inside him as he twitches, wanting to feel every drag of his cock around your walls.

Aki's bottom lip Is between his teeth, head buried on the crook of your neck. You were letting out random babbles, shifting underneath him to fast for him to catch on. His muscles for surely broke the tight held strain, letting you do the lead.

Your attention diverts to his mouth on you, legs failing underneath his thighs. Peering at his flushed face once, though it's covered half way due to his medium length hair. The slight light from outside brings the blue highlights in the color, almost majestic along with his eyes when his head raises and eyes opening to kiss you on the forehead. You can't help but smile, feeling warm inside for two clear reasons.

It's only when he hisses as you start to clench around him when his shaft struggles inside you. It makes you whine low in your throat, chest heaving up and down quite rapidly.

Aki leaned back to get a hold of your knees, spreading them apart more and having more access to you. The movement makes you grunt, head pressing hard on the sheets underneath you. He pulls out. You whimper. His palm rubs your stomach, soothing the overloaded tightening. You can't help but wrinkle the bed sheets under you more, sometimes gripping and other time scratching, Aki apparently too lean back for you to hold him tight.

This time, he thrusts into you a little rougher, the gentleness a long last fairytale. It makes you lay on the edge of your burning coil though it makes him moan loudly with heavy breaths following behind. You are no different, your hips lift to meet him in a deeper state, back arching with each time you tighten in pain and pleasure.

With the way you are reacting, Aki is concerned, not surprised but still worried. You are aware of him holding back, not giving you all of him and every time you are trying to wrap him around your cunt, he hitches back the slightest at your desperate attempts.

You cry out breathlessly, eyes barely open but enough to give him a pleading look.

"Please." You try, one hand reaching down your stomach to rub at your own clit. It's not enough, doesn't feel as good as when he does.

"More more, please- just-," you whine out, trying to gather heat inside you but you are annoyed and frustrated, can't help but just beg for a hard shove of his dick inside you. The more you touch yourself, it makes you sexually exhausted, sweat rolling down your forehead and on the sheets under your back.

Aki's cock twitches at your craving but his brows frown but he helps you by reaching a hand under where yours is, replacing your thumb and rubbing it back and forth on your clit. Finally. You moan, a trembling cry jerking out of you.

"Yes, yes-," you cut yourself with a groan. "Faster. Faster." You urge him on, hands and hips not sure what to do, they are in there control, reacting to every touch on you from him.

As much as it makes Aki moan quietly, He frowns though accepting your request and applying pressure, going faster and touching just the right way on your clit and folds.

"I don't want to hurt you." He says, watching you struggle against the over sensation. It makes his hand almost reach to rub on his cock.

You are barely understanding his words, mind blanked and your heartbeat heard clearly in your ear, replacing the loud breaths from before. But his still too gentle hands is not helping you and your thighs rub together around his hands impulsively. He grips them again, tighter than before and something about him handling you makes you moan, eyes rolling back.

You respond with a loud whimper. "Can you cum inside me?" You ask instead, letting your mouth run on its own. And just in case, "please, I want you to cum inside me like before. Please please."

It breaks him, your wants not helping his situation and This time, Aki can't help but rub a palm down his cock, teasing the tip and pumping himself once before leaning down and stop your open mouth. His lips closes over you, moving in a circling motion, your body replying with a pleased moan at each sync.

You are rubbing on him again, apparently you are very sensitive because it makes you break apart from him and struggle to catch your breath.

Fucking finally, Aki thrusts in you once more, a start but enough to make you almost scream in over pleasure. You are letting out praises on how you feel, making him blush. He does it again, and once more. You choke on a sob. His hands are spreading your legs as far, the chill air spraying between your legs not helping your delicately desperate state.

Aki moans, light sweet sound, his head coming down to muffle his sounds in your mouth. That was a mess. Both your teeth clash, tongue barely holding up to brush it against the other. You are panting in his mouth and he is panting in yours. Your movement makes his cock slip now and then, the drag on your wall and drag on more of his prominent veins making you bubble out a half scream and half cry. He cries out your name, barely able to hold down your hips.

You are getting the best of him and when you wind your arm around his neck to hold something, it breaks his composure, hips snapping in a flash on you, so suddenly you jolt underneath him, the back of your foot dragging on the sheets. Your cunt wraps tightly around his length, taking all of him with pleasured whines. It feels so great, to have him stuff you full and it's so blissful that you are cumming around him, covering his cock in your slick.

Aki groans at the heat, now more warm and slipper inside you, your hips shift. He grunts, whispering your name in your ear over and over. It doesn't make things easier to calm down your desire.

"Good good. You are so good-" he gasps softly. Your clench at the praise, feeling so good everywhere. You are left sweating with pleading moans.

You almost scream when he pulls out, leaning back to get a break. Your fingers are clawing on the sheets, eventually slowing down in tiresome. Your legs fail beside him. Though your hands reach down to pleasure your left desire, it meets with with his cock. Doesn't matter, your grip it tight, control slipping out. Your eyes are closed shut as you squeeze his cock.

Aki's eyes widen, hand coming on his mouth to clasp the loud sounds escaping his mouth. It comes in a deep groan, eyes rolling back. You pump in his achingly hard dick. His shoulders drop in sensation, fingers twitching.

Your fingers hardly press on his tip. Your palm trace on the odd texture. Before long, Aki is coming in your hand wrapped around him. The substance is blocked from going everywhere because of your hand. You and him moan at once. The hot cool liquid covers yours entire palm, hand deciding to rub his bare cock with it. It feels so good having it in your hands, holding it securely in you.

Aki's mind is blowing, not sure where to focus but your touch feels so wonderful on his cock that his hair are sticking to his face, feeling so hot all over. When your hands slips from his shaft in tiresome, you leave it at that. The both of you are breathing heavily to catch their breath. Aki recovers first, leaning down to lay on your side, still breathing just a bit unevenly.

His hot breath fans on your skin. You are left whining at the frustration and sweatiness you feel, face scrunched up in pure annoyance.

After what definitely seemed a while, Aki leans on his elbow, getting hold of your slicked hand on your stomach. He smiles softly. "Let's get you cleaned up." You look at him, a little lower and the slicked hand comes down to brush against his also slicked cock. "We." You correct him, lazily passing him a grin.

He inhaled a sharp breath, blue crystals playing at amusement and mouth playing at a sigh.

You laugh at him, hugging his front in a affectionate touch. Your heart flutters.

Aki is frozen for the shortest second before relaxing in your arms and humming a pleased sound. He can't help but let his heart melt after skipping a beat. It warms him inside, making him happier than the events that took place.

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