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luxaofhesperides · 11 hours
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Final hour Ghostlights request! Soulmate AU where when your soul mate dies your soul mark expands. Duke was really heartbroken at first but now his soul mark makes it really difficult to keep his secret identity hidden because he is covered in a map of the cosmos. He has to use his shadow powers almost constantly to keep all the stars hidden! And and maybe they light up like actual stars when he uses his light powers.
He meets Danny at orientation or something at GU and they brush against each other and he just lights up like a supernova, all his stars literally blazing and he's just like "YOU!" Both excited and also OH MY GOD YOU ASSHOLE.
....I rambled a bit here I'm so sorry.
The thing about soulmates is that you don’t really know who they are until they die. And even then, most people never know who their soulmate was, only that they outlived them.
Duke became one of those people when he was thirteen. 
He didn’t even notice until he went to change and saw the watercolor swirl of nebula spill out from over his heart. 
One moment, he was tired and angry, ready to sneak out of his latest foster home to search for his parents and do all the things adults have failed to do. The next, he’s collapsed on his knees, shaking, unable to breathe as he tries to rip his soulmark off of his skin. He couldn’t think past the shock and horror of realizing that his soulmate is dead and Duke didn’t even know until that moment. 
They’ll never get to meet. 
Duke had never felt so alone before. 
He spent the next few days in shock, his mind a mess of static, unable to focus. He hid away in his room, buried under the covers, and his foster parents were understanding when he whispered my soulmate’s dead. They called him out of school and brought him food and water throughout the day, gentle encouraging him to eat something every few hours. 
But disaster waits for no one, and Batman was gone, so Duke pulled himself out of his misery and hit the streets again. 
So his soulmate’s dead. So his parents are gone. So Gotham’s falling apart.
No one’s doing anything about it, so it’s up to Duke to start fixing things. It’s not like he had much to lose.
Soulmates become a bit of a taboo topic to him, after that. He speaks of them to no one, avoids all conversation about them, refuses to stay when people talk about soulmarks. He tries not to look at his soulmark at all.
And then he takes a hit to the chest and patches himself up with shaking hands. For the first time in months he looks at his soulmark again and…
Did it… grow? 
Duke prods it gently, letting out a hiss when his bruised ribs protest at the movement. He remembers the mark being right over his heart. 
But looking at it now, it branches out, swirls of galaxy and constellations reaching out along his ribcage. 
Panicked, Duke grabs for his computer and looks up soulmark growth and webmd soulmark abnormalities.
Neither give him any answers, though WebMD helpfully suggests skin cancer. 
“I’m gonna ignore this,” Duke decides, and pulls on a shirt and goes to sleep. The less he thinks about his dead soulmate, the better. 
Time passes and Duke goes from being a Robin to being the Signal, a legitimate vigilante working with Batman. It’s nice to see Gotham start to settle, things falling into place. For once, nothing is awful; Duke’s found his parents and doctors are looking for a cure for long-term exposure to Joker Gas, Batman’s taking care of Gotham with a number of other Bats, Duke is getting used to his powers and slowly making a good name for himself out on the streets. 
He keeps his focus on protecting people and getting stronger, helping solve cases with the other Bats. No one mentions soulmates, so he keeps his ever expanding soulmark a secret. 
The only problem is that it keeps growing and Duke is concerned that it’ll move to a place he can’t easily hide under his clothes. 
And he does need to hide them. The more his soulmark has grown, the more obvious it is, especially when he uses his powers and the stars on his skin light up like the Fourth of July. He knows it’s abnormal, but it’s also his soulmark and he doesn’t want anyone, least of all Bruce, poking around trying to study it. 
The grief still lingers when he looks at it, but Duke has long since grown used to it. If anything, these days he’s quietly annoyed by how far the galaxies on his skin spread out, forcing him to take tank tops and shorts out of his wardrobe. 
There’s also the tentative hope that maybe his soulmate is immortal and keeps coming back to life after they die. And they must also have terrible luck, because they just keep on dying.
Case in point: his soulmark flares and spills out onto his shoulder and wraps around his bicep. It’s not the first time he’s seen it move, but it still startles him.
“Are you serious,” Duke mutters to himself, pulling at his sleeve to adjust it and hopefully hide his soulmark. The starts are bright against his skin, and while sometimes he likes to trace them with his finger, now is not one of those times.
As pretty as it is, his soulmark is also very obvious and will cause people to realize his identity if they ever catch a glimpse of it while he’s out as Signal. 
He sighs. There’s no choice but to live out the rest of his life in hoodies and sweatshirts. 
As if to spite him, his soulmark grows once more. 
Did his soulmate just die twice in the span of five minutes? That’s concerning. 
He wishes he could meet them just so he can shake some sense into them. Maybe tell them to stop dying since it’s stressing him out so much. Maybe stick by their side to make sure they never have to die again. He’s honestly not sure what he’d do if he ever meets his soulmate, but he has to do something. This has gotten out of hand.
At least seeing his soulmark grow doesn’t hurt as much as it did a few years ago. 
Lazily, he pulls at the light around him to hide the new portions of the soulmark on his arm from sight. It takes some focus, but he can hold it up long enough for him to grab a snack from the kitchen and retreat up to his room without being questioned by anyone. He could probably even keep this shirt on for the college orientation he needs to attend later in the day if the light works well enough to keep his secrets hidden. 
He’s expecting Alfred in the kitchen when he arrives, but is greeted by Dick clapping a hand on his shoulder, right where his soulmark has claimed space. Duke falters and works to keep the light from fracturing as he returns Dick’s grin. 
“Hey man,” he says, “What are you doing here? I thought you were out until Friday.”
“And miss a chance to hang out with you? No way. Besides, I wanted to give you a ride to your orientation.”
“You don’t have to,” Duke starts, only for Dick to cut him off.
“I’m going to,” he says, as if it’s a threat. “It’s been too long since we get to spend time together without a mask on. Are you really going to deprive me of this?”
Duke shakes off Dick’s hand from his shoulder, walking towards the pantry to find a small snack. “I guess not. It’s going to be pretty boring for you, though. I’m just going to listen to people talk about what college is like for a few hours.”
“We could always just walk around campus afterwards. I haven’t seen it since it was rebuilt after the last time Freeze attacked it.”
“Sure, that sounds fun. Thanks for offering to drive me.” Duke pulls out a box of Poptarts hidden behind stacks of pasta boxes and pulls out a pack for himself. He opens it and isn’t at all surprised when Dick steals one right out of his hands. 
“Meet me out front in an hour then.” 
And with that, Dick leaves, his stolen Poptart in hand, and Duke is left to shake his head and shove the Poptart box back into its hiding place. He heads off to eat his own snack, making sure no one is in the hallway as he lets go of his hold on the light. Already he can feel a migraine building with the immense focus he had to use to make sure nothing looked out of place.
At least Dick didn’t notice anything was off. If he can fool Dick, he can fool anyone.
Still, just to be safe, Duke changes into something with longer sleeves before he leaves and hops into the car with Dick. 
The drive goes quickly to the tunes of ABBA, both of them singing along as they head for the GCU campus. Parking is a bit tricky, but they manage to find a spot a street away and walk towards the student union, where tables are laid out for incoming freshmen to sign in and grab a folder filled with papers meant to help them. 
He waves to Dick and heads in once he gets his folder, and grabs a seat in the auditorium that’s close to a fire exit. 
It takes another twenty minutes for the presentations to start. The lights dim and Duke panics for a brief moment before drawing the shadows over himself lightly to hide the soft glow of the star etched onto his skin. 
They start with introductions, bringing in advisors, professors, and student ambassadors. Most of it is basic information that Duke already knows, so he zones out and plays with some shadows at his feet, where no one can see the way he twists shadows together like some dark magic form of finger knitting.
For the next hour, Duke halfheartedly listens to people talk about preparing for classes and keeping on top of schoolwork and learning how to ask for help. He’s saved enough college students that he knows the gist of things, and the orientation really doesn’t give him anything helpful. 
He probably could have skipped, but he wanted a normal college experience. 
He should have known that normal means boring as hell.
As soon as the presentation ends, an advisor encourages everyone to follow the schedule tucked into their folder to give them a half day modeled after a typical student’s schedule. Of course, all the classes are nonsense just to fill up their time, made to help freshmen coming into the college by covering topics such as how to write an email and an introduction to majors and minors.
Duke already declared himself as a Human Services major, his first step into becoming a social worker like his mom was. 
Also he totally knows how to write an email, what are these advisors on about? Do they really think people his age can’t write emails? 
Yeah, he’s ditching. The main presentation is really the only part that matters in the orientation. He’s not walking out on anything he needs.
Duke files out after the rest of the crowd, carefully letting the shadows slip off of him once he’s outside again. Instead of finding the first ‘class’ he’s supposed to go to in the Modern Languages building, he wanders off to find a quiet place he can sit down and wait until Dick finds him. 
Tucked away towards the back half of the campus is a small nook full of trees, bushes, and benches. Judging by the amount of cigarette butts left in the single trash can there, it’s a popular smoking spot. 
No one’s there, so the air is clean and free of smoke, so Duke heads in, hoping to sit down.
Someone else apparently has the same idea. He hops down from one of the concrete planters that’s keeping a bush contained and nearly falls on Duke.
They both shout in surprise, then Duke is moving without thinking, reaching out to steady the startled looking guy who accidentally jumped down in front of him. 
Duke only has time to take note of how blue his eyes are before his hands wrap around the guy’s wrist and Duke feels his soulmark flare with warmth.
In the shade of the trees, the glow of each star on his skin is obvious. It’s visible even through the fabric of his shirt. His soulmark, at this point in his life, stretches across his chest, his ribs, his back, and now his shoulders and upper arms. All the stars in that watercolor galaxy are shining brightly as if the night sky has been draped across his body.
Soulmarks only react like that for one reason.
“You!” Duke shouts at his soulmate, both elated to see that he’s alive and annoyed that he made Duke’s soulmark so large. “Stop dying! Do you have any idea how much stress you’ve caused me?!”
“Oh my god,” the guy says faintly, eyes fixed on Duke’s chest where his soulmark originally rested, shining brighter and bigger than any other star, as if he’s tucked a sun into his heart. “Oh my god,” he says again, with more feeling.
“I’m so happy you’re alive, but please stop dying. It’s bad for my health.”
“I think I need to sit down?”
He does look very pale and faint. Duke tightens his grip on his soulmate’s arms and guides him to a bench, gently sitting him down.
“You’re not about to die, right?” Duke asks. “I don’t think my heart could take it if meeting me killed you somehow.”
“No, no,” his soulmate manages to say, “I’m not going to die. Um. Wow. I didn’t know my soulmark would do that? Sorry.”
“Well, it’s not like you had any way of knowing. It’s all good, man. Just please stop dying.”
His soulmate winces. “Yeah, that’s not gonna be possible. Sorry. Again.”
What does that mean, though? What does it all mean?
“Can I maybe get an explanation as to why you have to die again.”
“Mmmmm no. We just met and it’s kinda personal so. No.”
“Dude.”
Duke’s soulmate shrugs helplessly. “It really is personal! I know your my soulmate and all, so I’ll probably tell you one day, but right now I don’t even know your name.”
Oh shit. He’s right. Introductions completely slipped his mind, too busy reeling over the fact that his soulmate is here and alive. Which, honestly, would be enough to throw anyone off balance.
“Shoot,” Duke says. “Sorry. You just really caught me off guard. Hi, I’m Duke, I promise I’m more put together than that.”
“Hi Duke, I’m Danny, and I’ve apparently been traumatizing you for the past few years by making you think I keep dying.”
“Well. At least we’re thrown head first into the crazy. Best way to know if we’re be a good match.”
“You sure you can handle this? You seemed pretty frazzled a second ago.”
Duke flusters and lightly whacks Danny’s shoulder. “That’s normal! Anyone would do the same when meeting their soulmate for the first time!”
“Fair enough,” Danny laughs. “This is a totally weird request and you can absolutely say no, but… can I see?” He presses a hand against one of the glowing stars beneath this collar bone, looking up at Duke with wide, hopeful blue eyes, and Duke finds it so cute that he’s willing to do anything Danny wants. 
“Here,” he says as an answer, pulling the collar of his shirt down a bit to reveal the nebula spilling onto his shoulder. 
“Oh,” Danny breathes, tracing a light finger against it. “It’s beautiful.”
“I’m guessing you like space?”
“Love it. I wanted to be an astronaut, but uh…. It’s never going to happen. Health problems, you know?”
“Well, I know it’s not the same, but I hope the stars you put on my body will be a good enough replacement.”
Danny cheeks turn red and he turns away, flustered. “Don’t smooth talk me right now, I’m not ready for it,” he mutters, bringing up a hand to try to hide his expression. 
“Sorry, sorry,” Duke laughs, “I’ll try to keep the flirting down to a minimum. It’s just really great to finally meet you. And I’ve been wondering, what’s your soulmark look like?”
“Oh, well…” Danny fiddles with the long sleeve of his shirt. “I had a pretty bad accident years ago that kinda affected how my soulmark looks. So if it looks weird, that’s why, okay?” He takes a deep breath, then pushes up his sleeve, holding his wrist out to Duke. 
The first thing Duke notices is the soft yellow glow, Signal yellow to be precise, running down his arm as if sunlight fills his veins. Then he sees Danny’s soulmark, a sun with rays that wrap around his wrist. And running through his soulmark are Lichtenberg scars, glowing yellow as if stealing the color from his soulmark. 
“Guess we both got super obvious soulmarks, huh? At least we kinda match, that way.”
“That’s one way to look at it,” Danny agrees. 
“Man, what a day.” 
Danny looks more relaxed with him now. It’s much better than the startled, tense version of him that first sat down on the bench. Duke hopes he chooses to stay with him; he doesn’t admit this often, willingly, or to other people, but he’s a romantic at heart and has always wanted to live a happy life with his soulmate. It’s still far off in the future, but he hopes Danny feels the same way.
“So, are you ditching the orientation classes to?” Danny asks.
“Yeah, there’s no way I’m going. I mean, a class on how to send emails? They can’t be serious.”
“I know, right?! I saw that and thought I was being pranked. I mean, we’re going into college. We better know how to send an email by now.”
“Since we’re both free for now, wanna grab lunch with me? It can be our first date, if you want.”
“I’d love to! And you can show me around Gotham a bit. I’m coming here for college, but I haven’t really seen the city yet. It’d be nice to explore it with someone who knows where things are.”
“Are you free for the rest of the day? ‘Cause I wouldn’t mind showing you around, if you want.”
Danny smiles, radiant. “I am. I’m in your hands for the rest of the day.”
“Cool,” Duke says, trying not to think too much on that wording. It’s very suggestive, very flirtatious, and he’s looking forward to getting to know Danny more so he can start properly flirting. “Lemme just let my brother know to not wait up for me.”
He pulls out his phone and sends Dick a text that just reads: met my soulmate. going on a date now. i’ll see u back at the manor!
Then he puts his phone on silent and tucks it back into his pocket. He’ll tell Dick all about this later; for now, all his attention is on Danny. 
Soulmates get priority, even stressful ones that give him the largest soulmark he’s ever seen. 
And right now, he’s on a mission to find the best lunch spot to take his soulmate to for their first date. Everything else can come later; for now, he’s going to enjoy the time he gets to spend with Danny.
He hopes they’ve got a future together as bright as the stars in his soulmark. 
Despite it all, Duke is sure they’re going to be alright.
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i do not know if you're accepting requests but i thought of something funny. Reader is basically avoiding Benedict, she's locking doors, running in hallways,hiding behind curtains, and hiding in cabinets. He thought she was having her episodes again ; He wants to help her. But actually, she doesn't want him to touch her because her garden is in bloom. And if they start touching, they probably won't stop it, won't end well. They would probably end up pregnant again she rambles this. And he's just 5 seconds from dying of laughter. A slightly smutty and crack fic perhaps..... You do alterations if you want hahahahaha.
lmaooo yes!! Kinda took it and ran
Over the Garden Wall - Garden in Bloom Series Masterlist
Word Count: 1.3k
Warnings: slight smut; allusions to smut as well, I guess?; straight up horny shit
It happened a year and a half after Lucia was born. They were back to normal. Well, as normal as they could be with four children. Spoiled children who were still yet to unlearn what their grandmother had taught them. 
It hadn’t happened the first time that Y/N had gone without a child. She had lasted three years then but this time, it was less than two. 
She couldn’t look at him. She couldn’t look at her husband playing with their kids or standing behind his easel or even eating breakfast. It was too much. It was all the time. Too hot to sleep beside him but too cold to go anywhere else. And his hands wandered. They always did. They always had. In bed, a hand found her hip. In the hallway, a hand found her waist. In the morning, a hand found her neck and his lips found hers. 
She started to push him away. Literally. A shove here and there. She played it off with a chuckle. 
Benedict noticed because, of course, he did. It became a game to him. A sneak attack of kisses that caused her to laugh and her blood to boil. 
“Alright, I yield,” he finally said one morning over breakfast. The children had been taken out to play before their daily lessons, giving their parents a moment to themselves.
“What do you mean?” Y/N wondered, not looking at him. She couldn’t look at him because was doing obscene things to his spoon. Well, not obscene. He was using it, but she saw his tongue and that was enough. 
“You are ignoring me.”
“No, I’m not,” Y/N said with a chuckle. “I am speaking to you right now.”
“But you are not looking at me,” he said. Y/N sighed and finally looked up, her eyebrows raised in defiance. Benedict narrowed his eyes. He pursed his lips and she looked away again. 
She heard the sound of his chair moving and the sound of his footsteps nearing her. She smelled him and her eyes almost rolled back into her head, but she stayed resolute. Until he placed a hand on her cheek and knelt beside her. “Are you alright?” he wondered, genuine concern in his voice.
Y/N swallowed harshly and nodded. She didn’t trust her voice. Not with the image of him on his knees. 
“Are you sure?” he wondered. He leaned in closer and Y/N immediately jerked back. He let out a huff of laughter. “My love, what is going on? Is it...are you feeling a fit come on?”
Y/N bit back a groan at the term of endearment. After all those years, it never failed to send a shiver down her spine. She felt like the young woman that read that first letter in the observatory. The woman with shaking hands who had never been kissed. And there she sat, knowing her husband intimately. Knowing him in every way. And wanting him in every way. 
“I am fine,” she reassured him as she got to her feet. Benedict furrowed his brow as she left the room. Fled, more like. He started after her, taking wide steps to catch up with her.
He called after her, but she ignored him. She turned the corner and ducked into one of the drawing rooms, closing the door behind her. Benedict jolted back at the sound. “Y/N, what is going on?” he wondered. He pulled the door open in time to see the one on the other side of the room close. “What the devil…?” he said under his breath. It was like some strange game of hide and seek. He loved his wife. She was strange, but he loved her. This, however, was one of the strangest things he had ever seen. “Y/N!” he called out, hearing doors open and close throughout the hallway. 
“Seriously?” he wondered in a huff as he saw her turn another corner. 
But finally, she reached a hall with no exit. “What is going on?” he wondered, arms stretched out in confusion. 
Y/N held out a hand. “Do not come any closer.”
Benedict jerked his head back. “What is it? Have I done something wrong?”
“Yes!” Y/N shrieked.
“What?” he wondered, eyes wide in terror.
“You keep looking at me,” she groaned. 
“Alright…” Benedict said, even more confused then before.
“And you touch me and you are near me and you just…stop being you!”
“I do not understand,” he said, taking a step forward. Y/N stepped back until she met the wall. She looked to either side, already knowing the only way out was past him. She swallowed heavily as she looked at him, hair disheveled, sleeves rolled up, vest undone. She was absolutely and utterly done for. “Are you feeling alright?”
Y/N shook her head.
“Shall I call on the doctor?” 
“No!” she shouted. Then she backtracked. “It is not…I am not ill.”
“Then explain it to me.” He stepped closer.
“Stop,” she urged. 
Benedict held his hands out in surrender. “I am not going to hurt you—”
“I know that,” Y/N scoffed.
“Then why are you looking at me as though you are terrified?” he wondered, desperation in his voice. And that did not help at all.
“I…” she started, but she could not finish the words. She had no idea how to explain it really. 
“You?” Benedict urged.
“I…want you…” she said quietly. 
His head tilted with a laugh. “Alright? You have me.”
“No,” Y/N groaned. She pressed her hands to her eyes. “I’ve been…I am overcome,” she said with a gasp. “Every day, every night, I look at you and I want you…desperately.” Her voice was raspy and the way Benedict’s eyes darkened almost sent her to an early grave.
“I do not see the issue in that,” he smirked as he stepped closer. “In fact, I find it quite…manageable.”
“No,” Y/N said, shaking her head. He was so close now. She could smell him. She closed her eyes as she took a deep breath. He overtook all of her senses. “We agreed on three children. We have four. If you touch me, we will have five. And if we have five, we might as well have eight, which means we will have fifteen—” Benedict cut her off with a laugh that made her narrow her eyes.
His face softened. “Oh, my love…that’s not…We can avoid that, you know.”
“I do not want to,” she said through clenched teeth.
He was even more confused. Then he smirked and took another step forward. He pressed his nose to her neck and inhaled. Y/N couldn’t stop the whimper that fell past her lips. “What do you want, my love?” he whispered in her ear. 
“You.”
“You have me,” he said. “Always.”
Y/N licked her lips and moved her head back. “We said no more children.”
“Then we will not have any more children.”
“I want you inside of me.”
He choked and tried to cover it up by clearing his throat. He pressed his forehead to hers. “You cannot say things like that to me, my love.” He gripped her hips, relishing in the gasp that left her. “If you do, we will surely have another child on the way in a fortnight.”
“Ben,” she groaned. “Please.”
He pressed his lips to hers, taking away all of her anxieties. “We can avoid it,” he said as he pulled away. Y/N did not let him get far. He gripped his neck with one hand and urgently tugged at his vest with the other. He chuckled against her lips but ripped the vest off his body and threw it to the ground. 
He bunched up her skirts, finding her bare legs. He hitched one leg up as high as it could go and pressed her against the hall with his lips. 
“Fuck,” Y/N sighed. 
“Oh, we will.”
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tracybirds · 1 year
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TAG Ask Game
Sooooo I’ve seen quite a few people that are new or new-ish or joined in while I was busy and I’m excited to meet you but haven’t had the chance yet so I thought that writing an ask game to share might be fun (and I love a good excuse to start a conversation) so feel free to reblog and get to know each other and don’t mind me peppering you all with questions :)
There are 25 questions - leave a name in the ask to have the question answered!
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Scott: Do you prefer to follow the advice of others or to forge your own path?
Virgil: What’s your favourite form of creative expression?
John: If you could become an instant expert on any topic, what would you choose?
Gordon: Tell me your best joke! Or your favourite comedy movie if you’re feeling the pressure :D
Alan: Do you prefer video games or board games?
Kayo: If you could choose any superpower, what would you pick?
Brains: It’s time to draw an allegiance - what’s you favourite Thunderbird?
Grandma Tracy: What’s something you enjoy doing, even if you don’t think you’re very good at it?
Jeff: If you got to go on a solo eight year holiday / adventure, where would you go?
Lady Penelope: Who would you invite to a party if you knew they had to say yes?
Parker: What’s your favourite mode of transportation?
EOS: What’s a pet peeve you’ve always kind of wanted to go killer robot on?
MAX: What’s your opinion on the advance of modern technology?
The Hood: If you could spend a day with another person’s face, who would you choose?
The Mechanic: What’s something about you that people are often surprised to learn when they don’t know you well?
Havoc and Fuse: Are you a Chaos Crew sympathiser? (no shade, I’m just curious)
Colonel Casey: What do you think of the GDF in the show?
Captain Taylor: Are you any good with names?
Francois Lemaire: What’s the most wild thing you would do if you ever became a sudden and immediate billionaire with never depleting money?
Langstrom Fischler: What’s a mildly annoying problem that doesn’t need solving, but you want a useless invention for anyway?
Cass McCready: Who’s the side character in TAG that you most want to explore?
Ridley O’Bannon: What’s something you wouldn’t hesitate to sacrifice a Thunderbird for? (sorry not sorry)
Ned Tedford: What’s your favourite type of flowers?
Buddy and Ellie: What’s something that you would cross the universe for on the slim chance of success?
Kip Harris: Who’s your personal hero?
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radiantaerynsvn · 10 months
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i've been thinking of posting some of my (older) fanart on here, but for some reason it's so daunting? like sure i've posted my silly little drawings to twitter and instagram, hell they're even on redbubble and i've shown a few of them to none other than gillian anderson. but tumblr is the place that made me want to pursue fanart in the first place many, many years ago, and now it's like i'm back with my share of drawings and.. i'm too harsh a critic of myself and tend to kind of hide?
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jinxlixir · 9 months
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in which childe is really in love with you
a/n: i really like whipped men, short contiunation
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"i like you, let's get married!"
paimon's random screeches right next to your ear feel distant as you can feel your soul leaving from your body. even lumine isn't sure how to react.
it was definitely a mistake to accompany lumine on her trip back to liyue. especially after meeting this stranger who seems way too eager to make conversation with you for the past week you've met him.
with the best, politest, brightest, professional smile you could muster, you beam at childe.
"no."
lumine gives a comforting pat on the back for the ginger.
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"childe, for the last time, stop sending me gifts that cost more than my entire life savings!!" you barge into his office with a new set of sapphire jewelry in hand. none of the fatui recruits really blink an eye anymore, used to seeing your presence in the past few days.
he clicks his tongue in disappointment, and then pouts with a sound huff.
"is this set still not to your liking? i made sure to chose the best one.."
"best as in the most expensive?"
"...the prettiest."
"childe i-"
"i said you could call me ajax when we're alone" his frown deepens along with the crease in his brow. you can't lie to yourself when you say that it didn't make your heart twinge with a little guilt.
"....ajax, i don't need you to be sending me all these lavish items." you mutter softly. you notice him flinch a little, before masking it with his normal playful expression.
"ahh... i don't know what to do.." he dramatically sighs. you lift your brow. "i'm sure my face is plenty attractive, and i'm still young all things considered. and my body is up to standards i suppose."
"..?"
"but you're not falling for it!! is my face not your type? or is it my personality? what is your type? i can change to be whatever you like." his rambling causes him to unintentionally lean closer towards you, pressing for answers to his desperate questions. you should deviate, somehow. he's close enough that his scent washes over you, pleasantly surprising you.
"what cologne do you wear?" his eye widens in glee. uh oh.
"do you like it? i'll wear it everyday for you." his charms really flow out of him as naturally as he breathes. you shake your head. no. you shouldn't be swayed this easily.
"do whatever you want." you place the box of jewelry on his desk. his eyes follow your movement.
"you didn't answer my question."
"yeah it's nice. reminds me of the ocean"
"not that one." your eyes meet his. the eyes that also resemble the ocean that you think of. the one that has gentle swaying waves, a soothing breeze that wisps through the air, soft melodies whispered in the depths of the water. an ocean that brings you comfort like no other.
oh. oh. oh.
in your silence, childe slowly inches his hand towards his rejected gift. snaking the necklace out of its hold, grabbing the clasps.
the cold tingle against your collarbone pulls you back to reality.
"hey stop it. i never accepted it." your words go ignored as you feel his hands fumble to clasp each end together, his gaze tenderly tracing around your face. an overwhelming gaze that you can't get used to with how much emotion you can feel from him. a rare thing.
"just give me a chance. please." his fingers dance around the nape of your neck, sending shivers down your back with how intimate you've let him get with you.
"...fine." you suppose it's alright to indulge in this feeling a little.
the pure joy that radiated off the man in front of you could really blind you.
"really!!!?! no take backs okay?? you swear?? promise me right now!!" his animated words come out quickly, with one of his hands lifted right in front of you with his pinky extended. cute. you extend yours as well and wrap it around his.
"you know what a pinky promise means snezhnaya right?"
"mhm." you've heard it from him one time during a midnight walk on the beaches of liyue (he insisted to come along so he could 'protect' you). "you make a pinkie promise, you keep it all your life. you break a pinkie promise, i throw you on the ice. the cold will kill the pinkie that once betrayed your friend, the frost will freeze your tongue off so you never lie again."
childe's mind reels for a second, hearing you recite a simple nursery rhyme from his home country makes his heart pound even harder, yearning for your presence by his side.
"then we can get the rest of this set on with a cute little dress for our date later tonight at wanmin-"
"no."
"what~!! fine, minus the jewelry."
"no."
"why.."
"i don't want to eat at some fancy restaurant."
"...then at my place.?" his face has a light dust of pink on it.
"...fine. meet you at 7."
with that, you twist out of his hold (his hand snuck to the small of your back) and walk out of his office. childe is unable to push down the stupid grin that takes over his face throughout the whole day. the fatui recruits shiver at the thought of the maniacal smile that covers his murderous mood that day.
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it doesn't take more than a few seconds before you hear a noise barreling at the door, flinging it open before tugging you inside, in a deathly embrace.
"hey!! i'm almost done with the last dish, come with me!!" his excited state pulls you with him barely letting you take off your shoes as you follow his long strides towards the kitchen.
his place his clean, light decor sprinkled around some corners. you see a lot of frames on the wall, with various people in each photo, all slightly resembling the ocean eyed man that you know. he must cherish his family.
the air is filled with the aroma of many fragrant dishes foreign to you. childe settles you on a dining chair before rushing towards the stoves. it allows you to see him don an adorable pink apron. you wish you brought your kamera.
"do you need help?"
"no, just sit there prettily and wait for me." he chimes out. you roll your eyes are his comment, but fail to keep your lips from stretching into a smile. your eyes don't leave his form, taking note of how this light makes him look softer, more domestic. you look at the way the muscles of his arm tense with every movement of the pan, the way his fingers expertly sprinkle spices, the way he hums a tune while cooking.
it's a nice view.
"enjoying the view?" his voice is filled with a teasing tone, as his face reads nothing but amusement and mirth.
"no, i'm looking at the food." you scoff, feeling your face heat up. he laughs and turns back to the pan.
eventually he finishes the last dish, and lays everything in front of you. you take note of the lack of ingredients you dislike.
"uh, i didn't know what dishes you like, so i hope you like these. they're some snezhnayian dishes i grew up with.." he's visibly worried, but you quickly quell those thoughts.
"it smells amazing. i want to try them all." he perks up and settles down.
"please, help yourself."
each bite you take makes you delight in the flavors that hit your tongue, your face lighting up with every dish you try.
childe can't describe the tugging in his heart as he observes each of your positive expressions as you enjoy the dishes he made.
the usually lonely and empty dinner table is filled with light chatter and giggles, replacing the void that left a cold bitterness in childe's heart.
after everything was completed finished with no leftovers, you take it upon yourself to wash the dishes, leaving no argument for childe when you threatened to take back your promise (he thinks that was too cruel of you to pull that over him).
he stands by you while you wash each dish, eventually shifting to tugging you against his chest as he rests his head on your shoulder. you bite back your complaint of the difficulty to move in the position when you hear his content sigh.
his heart is drunk on the pleasure of your presence that feels so natural in his life. the presence that fits perfectly in his present and future by his side, as his only lover.
he can't help but let his mind wander, thinking of the moments when you would visit his hometown, when you would meet his beloved family, when you would carry his younger siblings in your arms, when his family would dress you in traditional snezhnayian clothing.
these thoughts don't leave his mind, even as you finish up and he leads you to the couches, filling the silence with mindless chatter of his family when you ask more about himself.
you planned on leaving sooner or later, but you couldn't help but give yourself a few more minutes, listening to his voice for a little longer. the longer you stayed, the more comfortable you felt. eventually, you let yourself be lured into the darkness as you drift off.
childe carefully directs your head towards his shoulder when he sees you start to drowse off. he thinks you're attractive even when you're asleep. an angel sent from heaven.
the item in his pocket weighs a little heavier now. with a little hesitance, he carefully pulls it out, making sure not to disturb your sleep,
opening it up, the crystal gleams the same crimson glow as the one that dangles off his ear every day.
with cautious movements, he gently puts it on your ear. it rests softly against your jaw. his heart pounds so loudly he worries that it would wake you up.
ah, he should have given this to you sooner.
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hey can I request lando x fem!reader where yn is upset about something lando did and is giving him the silent treatment. irdk where I'm going with this but can you end it with him saying something like "all it took was 14 compliments to finally see you smile."
if it doesn't make sense please just ignore this. it's my first time requesting 😭
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"Baby, I'm trying to do something can you please just leave me alone?" Lando snaps when she asks for his help to open a jar so she can make them dinner.
"Oooh." Max taunts through his headphones knowing his friend just very much fucked up.
Y/n doesn't even react in a moment of shock. Nope, she turns throwing the jar onto the spare seat and disappearing.
"You're in the dog house." Max states without a second thought.
"Fuck. Right, I'm off boys." Lando sighs since he knows Max is right but he flinches hearing the door slam. "And apparently so is y/n."
"She gone out?"
"That or she's trying to break my door from the inside." Lando mutters before saying a final goodbye and logging off.
Y/n is gone and Lando feels the big regret seeping in, he tries calling and it goes to voicemail, he sends messages with a big apologies and she even reads them and leaves him on read.
He sighs picking up the jar of pasta sauce that she was asking for his help to open. It really was a stupid thing to snap at y/n about, he could've easily opened it and sent her on her way without costing him anything in the game.
It's about an hour later that y/n returns with a McDonald's bag in hand. Ouch. Not only did she go get food for herself, she got food that Lando can't touch because Jon would possibly make him go to the chicken and rice diet.
"Baby, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped like that." Lando states but she's practically acting like he doesn't exist. "Baby?"
She unwraps her burger and bites into it, smiling as she feels some satisfaction at the feeling better about having something to eat.
"Alright, baby. You can give me the silent treatment. But you know you can't ignore me forever." Lando sighs, though he is without a doubt he's just set a challenge for her to see just how long she can hold out on completely ignoring him.
Her gaze does flick across him but she doesn't say a word, instead just looking back down at her phone and biting into her burger again.
Lando at home, isn't much of a talker. Y/n is usually the one who rambles and talks endlessly for hours. So the fact he's not hearing her voice is beginning to make him squirm a little.
Filling the void is even harder when the person keeps trying to escape your company and refuses to even give you more than a dead-eyed look.
There is some signs that he's slowly breaking down her defences as she forces frowns to stop the chance of her smiling at his stupid comments and compliments that he's making.
It's when she's in the shower that he takes the chance to strike. She has the door unlocked, and he's wise enough to know that door would be locked if she was truly still unhappy with him.
"You know...I don't think I'll ever get sick of seeing your body. You're always so beautiful, even after managing to devour that McDonald's." Lando states and finally after a good 4 hours of paying endless compliments, he sees her lips curve up and she's tries to turn to hide the smile but it's too late and he's caught sight of it. "You're smiling, stop trying to hide it."
She tries to remain silent but when Lando steps into the shower, fully clothed as he surrounds her in a hug.
"I'm sorry, baby. I'll never ever ever talk to you like that again. I shouldn't have in the first place and you won't even need to ask me for help to open a jar again because I'll have it open before you have to ask."
"Lando, your clothes." Y/n grimaces, distress over the idea of being in wet clothes in a shower making it very obvious that she is struggling just at the feeling of his wet clothes on her skin.
"If you want me naked too, just say so baby." Lando smirks more than happy to comply while she groans a no and shakes her head at him.
"You are so fucking annoying."
"That hurts my feelings." Lando pouts jokingly before he grins at her and kisses her softly, now also completely naked. "Love you too baby."
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joycrispy · 8 months
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I'm seeing some confusion out and about over the title A Companion to Owls (generally along the lines of 'what have owls got to do with it???'), so I'd like to offer my interpretation (with a general disclaimer that the Bible and particularly the Old Testament are damn complicated and I'm not able to address every nuance in a fandom tumblr post, okay? Okay):
It's a phrase taken from the Book of Job. Here's the quote in full (King James version):
When I looked for good, then evil came unto me: and when I waited for light, there came darkness. My bowels boiled, and rested not: the days of affliction prevented me. I went mourning without the sun: I stood up, and I cried in the congregation. I am a brother to dragons, and a companion to owls. --(Job 30:29)
Job is describing the depths of his grief, but also, with that last line, his position in the web of providence.
Throughout the Old Testament, owls are a recurring symbol of spiritual devastation. Deuteronomy 4:17 - Isaiah 34:11 - Psalm 102: 3 - Jeremiah 50: 39...just to name a few (there's more). The general shape of the metaphor is this: owls are solitary, night-stalking creatures, that let out either mournful cries or terrible shrieks, that inhabit the desolate places of the world...and (this is important) they are unclean.
They represent a despair that is to be shunned, not pitied, because their condition is self-inflicted. You defied God (so the owl signifies), and your punishment is...separation. From God, from others, from the world itself. To call and call and never, ever receive an answer.
Your punishment is terrible, tormenting loneliness.
(and that exact phrase, "tormenting loneliness," doesn't come from me...I'm pulling it from actual debate/academia on this exact topic. The owls, and what they are an omen for. Oof.)
To call yourself a 'companion to owls,' then, is to count yourself alongside perhaps the most tragic of the damned --not the ones who defy God out of wickedness or ignorance, and in exile take up diabolical ends readily enough...but the ones who know enough to mourn what they have lost.
So, that's how the title relates to Job: directly. Of course, all that is just context. The titular "companion to owls," in this case, isn't Job at all.
Because this story is about Aziraphale.
The thing is that Job never actually defied God at all, but Aziraphale does, and he does so fully believing that he will fall.
He does so fully believing that he's giving in to a temptation.
He's wrong about that, but still...he's realized something terrifying. Which is that doing God's will and doing what's right are sometimes mutually exclusive. Even more terrifying: it turns out that, given the choice between the two...he chooses what's right.
And he's seemingly the only angel who does. He's seemingly the only angel who can even see what's wrong.
Fallen or not, that's the kind of knowledge that...separates you.
(Whoooo-eeeeee, tormenting loneliness!!!)
Aziraphale is the companion.
...I don't think I need to wax poetic about Aziraphale's loneliness and grappling with devotion --I think we all, like, get it, and other people have likely said it better anyway. So, one last thing before I stop rambling:
Check out Crowley's glasses.
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Crowley is the owl.
Crowley is the goddamn owl.
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"Need help sweetheart?" Bookstore Customer!Jason Todd helps you reach the books on the higher shelves. You were his favorite employee and he wanted to make your day easier. He'd been coming here for a while but you always forgot how tall he was and how good his body felt pressed against yours. You only knew how to mumble out a couple words because you didn't know what else to say to a man like that. "Uh sir, you don't need to-"
"Please call me anything but sir sweetheart, you know I'm not new here"
Bookstore Customer!Jason enjoyed teasing his favorite employee aka you of course. He teases you about working at the bookstore even though he's constantly there and he'll always be flirting with you even if you're working the counter that day. He knows he's holding up the line but he's a paying customer so he doesn't care.
"How's my favorite pretty girl doing?"
"M'tired today Jay, I can't handle your nonsense right now"
"Okay that was mean- wait, Jay? that's a first"
"Buy a book or get out Jason"
You could easily tell Jason liked classics and poetry but for some reason he was willing to read your favorites even if they were a smut-filled mess. One time, he backed you up into a corner, after reading one of those books you liked, "Hmm, you like this kind of shit baby? cause I can do all that to you and so much more"
Over time, you learned that Jason also likes to follow you to the store, whispering to you about all the things he could do to you if you'd let him. His hand is always on your hips, pressing his body fully into you. He knows you like it especially when you roll your hips into his when nobody's looking. He wishes you'd use your words and just say you were his but he knew he wasn't even close to getting that, at least not yet.
Jason tried to buy a new book every week, sometimes not even to read. He needed an excuse to be there since your boss has never been fond of him ever since he had caught him feeling you up near the back shelves once. He learned his lesso so now he purposefully buys the books you like, just so he can watch you ramble on and on about them without getting kicked out of the store.
Bookstore Customer!Jason thrived on the feeling he got from watching you go from being so nonchalant around him to the most talkative girl in the world. he wants you comfortable if he's going to fuck you. You find yourself shutting up one time because you thought you had bored him but he quickly gets rid of that thought for you, "Keep talking sweetheart, I'm just wondering how pretty your mouth would look with my cock stuffed down your throat"
"Jay I don't- I can't- I haven't-"
"Don't worry, you will and I'm sure you're a fast learner"
It wasn't that hard for you to notice that Jason got a little jealous when his brother Dick hits on you the first and last time he brings him to the bookstore. Dick easily chats you up and Jason watches the two become a bit too friendly for his liking but it wasn't his place to speak, "Now I see why my little brother brings home so many books"
"It's good he does, I like guys who read"
"I actually quite the fan of classic literature-"
"Oh shut up Dick"
Bookstore Customer!Jason had all your coworkers wondering if you'll ever let the poor guy hit. They weren't sure if Jason was interested in you or your body, regardless they couldn't ignore the smile you got whenever he walk in. Or the way you'd laugh at his dumb jokes. You had him on a leash and you didn't even know what to do with him. He's begging to take you out or just even spent a night with you. He didn't just want you, he needed you. "C'mon I promise to take care of you princess, I'll even take you to that little coffee shop in Bludhaven"
"Who told you about that?!"
"…Dick"
When he finally manages to convince you to let him kiss you, you're nervous as fuck. You thought this was just another one of his antics but no, this was real. He'd promised to stop hitting on you if you felt nothing and you should've know it was bad idea when you could hear your own heartbeat still your let his lips touch yours. It was such a bad idea because before you knew it, he's got you pushed up against the wall, leg parting your thighs with your hands gripping at his shirt. "Jay, more please" Suddenly after all this time, you're pleading for him. Oh how the tables have turned. You're begging for all he's got, and you know he has so much more to give.
"Just give me a moment baby, got be patient" Within a matter of minutes your pants are discarded on the floor, and your panties are still on but being pushed aside while two fingers are being pumped in and out of your pussy. He's got one hand on your hips holding you down while one of your legs is wrapped around his waist. "Didn't I tell you I could do some much for you baby?"
You nod quickly while he's sucking on your poor neck, that would definitely be red all tomorrow. you feel his teeth sink into your skin, not too hard but rough enough to leave a mark. "Now keep quiet, I don't want any of your coworkers hearing us back here" The next thing you know you're cumming on the boy's fingers and he wants you to do it again. and again. and possibly 50 more times if you're willing.
The next time Jason comes, he's holding what you think is flowers and you know he'll be your victim today.
"So I thought real flowers would be cheesy and you'd probably not want to take care of em, so my brothers taught me how to make these paper flowers and…here just take them"
"Wow, I'm getting hand-crafted flowers from THE Jason Todd? Someone must have a really big crush on me huh? Are those bandaids on your fingers? Want me to kiss your boo-boos? "
"Are you going to finally go out with me or do I have to make you cum-"
"Yes yes! Just do not finish that sentence out loud"
"You are soooooooooo in love me"
"Jay, get out"
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bratetteprincess · 3 months
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SIZE KINK!READER x MIGUEL OHARA
warnings for size kink, fingering, f!reader, car sex
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you can’t get over how insanely large miguels fingers are…
the way they interlace with yours, drawing idle circles on your soft skin wherever you two went. anything compared to his hands were small — but god, you couldn’t help but think they were made merely to drive you crazy when you gazed down at the obvious comparison
you were absolute putty in his massive hands. giving him your iconic doe eyes whenever they landed on your thigh. his other hand guiding the wheel, it was as though it was mindless to him. hand on his girls inner thigh while he drove. simple as that.
but it wasn’t simple for you — in fact, it was irritatingly impossible. he had to know what he was doing, right? he had to know the way your plush thighs clenched together. desperate for any god for saken friction as you bit your bottom lip. and the moment his fingers, fuck his fingers, rubbed gently against the soft flesh of your thigh — instantly your puffy clit began to throb, in rhythm with your increasing pulse. god, you were naughty
and you would have almost thought he was ignoring this fact until a smirk creeped onto his face — tauting, tauting man “Estás bien princesa?,” (are you alright, princess,) he clicked his tongue. eyes never leaving the rode and yet, he undoubtedly caught the way you bashly glanced down, his fingers. in effect, his hand squeezed your thigh slightly, making you squeak
you nodded your head dumbly. the fabric of your panties becoming glistening wet to the touch — and your tummy seemed to flutter in anticipation. adverting your eyes anywhere but his massive hand rested on you, he chuckled deeply — the sound raspy and knowing in his sleek car, as if he could sense the arousal dripping down your cunt
“what have I said about using your words cariño,” he shook he head. tsking the moment your pretty eyes found his — naughty thoughts flickering in them as though he could see right through. “your a dirty, dirty woman, princesa,” why was he pulling over? and why was he aruptly putting the car in stop? the implication tinged oh so clear when he dragged you onto his lap — you yelped, wrapping your legs around his waist. your pretty head all foggy and dizzy with arousal as you rambled your dumb “miguel! what are you doing?”
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before you knew it, he was pumping into your drooling pussy — his massively sinful digits thrusting up into you. how did they even fit!? he was coy as he propped another against your sex. running it through your sappy folds before dipping in. the stretch of not one, but two, making your claw at his back. teary brimmed eyes falling back in a sudden flutter as he probed even deeper inside you.
“so fucking tight, can barely fit my fingers,” his hot breath smothered your neck, placing feverish licks as he pumped his digits, curling them in ways that had you melting in your moans and mewls “this pretty pussy taking my fingers so good mami, you were practically begging for this weren’t ya princesa?” his accent laced every teasing word. and your hands clung to his shoulders, crying out as they pumped into your sappy walls. “f-fuck yes miggy, feels so good, their s-so big!” you mewled. the mere size of them even more impressive as they moved inside of you. your whimpering confession making your eyes widen in embarrassment
but your pretty head was far to finger-fuck drunk to fluster at your wet, squelching sounds filling his car. he groaned, feeling you clench uncontrollably around his fingers. your sweet mess glazing his digits making his cock twitch underneath your ass. “Buena chica, pero deja de moverte, cariño.“ (Good girl, but stop fucking moving sweetheart) he groaned through the hickies he plastured on your soft skin. you merely squirmed even more — whiny and moaning! they were just so giant. filling you painfully perfectly tears brimmed your lash line.
especially as they probed and thrusted right agaisnt your sweet spot. making you bounce in his lap as ectasy fogged your glossy eyes — fingers finding his dark locks in desperation
how could his massive digits be even more insanely intoxicating as his thumb circled agaisnt your clit, rubbing the pretty bud in sync with his sucking !!
“just wait till I make you ride my cock, princesa. might just stretch this wet little pussy to its limit,” he chuckled. asshole! :( “but you want that, hmm don’t you mami? my dirty amor”
god, the thought had you whimpering and whining as you cummed all around his hand — pussy walls fluttering around his fingers in naughty, sweetly pretty need
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animeshotsh · 2 months
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Chains | Husk x SisOverlord!Reader / Yandere!Alastor x Reader |
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Summary: Its been years since you saw your brother...
Warnings: Alastor its a warning himself | Yandere!Alastor | Overlord!Reader | Canon Violence | Grammar Mistakes |
No one expected the doors of the Hotel to burst Open that afternoon. Vaggie was the first to react, being ready to fight whever decided to attack that day (it was becoming something normal).
Charlie on her part was jumping towards the stranger, ready to shake hands and introduce herself.
"Hello! Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel, im Charlie, whats your na-" Before Charlie could finish two voices sounded in the back.
"(Y/N)?"
"(Y/N) MY DEAR!!"
Husk and Alastor voices echoed in the looby, the only response their got were a set of flashing sharp poker cards being directed at the radio Demon and Husk.
"ITS HAS BEEN 12 YEARS AND THATS ALL YOU GONNA SAY?" You screamed at both men.
Husk looked away, shame over his cat face. Long time ago you two used to rule. The brother and sister duo, the ones who could destroy everyone. That was till Husk destroyed himself, giving his soul to the radio Demon. Leaving you behind.
Alastor was amused by your anger. He knew you hated him, he was the one who took your brothers soul after all. And he never felt remorse because of it, he was almost happy he did it. It was the only way he got to see you, ever if you only showed him hate.
He would take whatever from you.
"Wait...are you Husk's gilfriend?" Charlie still not catching up asked, getting the most bizarre look from you.
"Hell no, im his sister" You responded making the princess blush and apologie too much. "Its fine, I know he does not talk a lot about me"
Charlie could hear the sadness in your voice. She took a moment to see you, and now she saw how similar Husk and you were. Cat face a pair of wings, the colors were different and so were your eyes, but there was something that just connected you two.
"This is (Y/N), The Casino Demon, you bet against her and you lose your Soul" Alastor explained appearing besides you. "She and Husk used to rule together"
"Yeah, well thats in the past now" You responded to Alastor both of you killing each other with your eyes.
The tension was broken by Husk, "why are you here?"
"Im here because you are here and because I want to redeem myself" You responded with your head high, not looking at the obvious smirk from Alastor or the questioning look from Husk.
Charlie quickly took your hand, guiding you towards a desk to check you in, she ramble about the hotel, the guests and things they did in here.
You kind of feel bad for her, you could see her passion but the only reason you were in here was because of Husk. Ever since Alastor took his soul it ended being a game of finding him. Alastor would make Husk's soul appear and since you two were connected as brother and sister you would fly there only to find him gone and a smirking Radio Demon.
But this time, his soul had been in one place for a long time. So you decided to use this chance to be by your brothers side.
~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~
Later that same night you went to the bar, Husk tried to ignore you, cleaning glasses but ended facing you. No one dared to speak first, silent tears fell from your eyes, slowly your hands reached his, his fluffy hair welcoming you.
"I have missed you so much" You said smiling at him. Husk felt his heart break, he knew how Alastor played with you using him. He had tried many times to make you hate him, but you never did. You also never fought Alastor knowing he would use Husk to get you.
"Lets have a drink for the old days"
~☆~☆~☆~☆~
After many drinks you went back to your room. So many years apart...Husk and you had so much to catch on.
"You know you cant have him back"
The radio Demon appear behind you, you ignored him not wanting to fall for his games.
"Not without a deal at least"
"And what would that deal be?" You asked not looking back at the Demon.
In a flash he got closer to you, not touching you but you could feel his breath down your neck.
"Your soul for his, be mine for the eternity and free him" Hell, you could feel the psycho smile and listen the radio laughts.
"Goodnight Alastor"
You left him alone outside your room. Alastor smiled to himself, hands behind his back he started to walk to his own room.
"Just a bit more" he whispered his body turning to his full Demon form.
"Just a bit more to be mine"
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halsteadlover · 4 months
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𝐑𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬
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*Pics not mine credits to the owner*
• Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Pregnant!Reader.
• Requested: no.
• Summary: being pregnant isn’t the easiest thing to go through but you always want to be there and support your fiancée during his races no matter what. Charles, however, being his overprotective self can’t help but constantly worry about you.
• Warnings: pregnancy as you might see 😂 and I don’t think anything else, just fluff.
• Word count: 2405.
• A/N: what can I say? I’m such a sucker for worried!dad fics they’re actually my kryptonite so here it is 😭 it didn’t turn out exactly how I wanted but I hope you’ll like this, please let me know what you think and comment, reblog and like if you want and I apologize for any mistake ❤️ I love you all and thank you for you constant support 💕
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Being a pregnant woman in the middle of summer heat was far worse than you would’ve ever expected.
As you made your way towards the paddock you tried to ignore the paparazzi who kept trying to get your attention, your mind focused on just trying to stay upright and not faint in the middle of the crowd as your hand kept resting on your belly.
You literally felt like a hot air balloon ready to explode and you had just entered your eighth month. “Bébé!” Charles’ voice caught your attention and a smile appeared on your lips as you saw him run towards you, leaving the engineers he was talking to standing there with a confused look on their faces as soon as he saw you.
He immediately hugged you, taking meticulous care not to press his body against your belly and then wrapping his arm around your waist as he led you away from the crowd towards the garage. Before you could say anything he got you a bottle of water, ordering you without mincing words to drink it.
“Are you okay? You needed to rest chérie, it’s too hot in here and the heat isn’t good for you and the baby,” he began to ramble, one hand caressing your bump.
“Babe I’m fine, I know the heat is unbearable but I can manage to stay here, I want to be with you,” you replied after drinking the water. You placed a hand on his face, stroking his skin and seeing his features visibly relax.
He took the half-drunk bottle from your hands, looking at you intently and scanning your face as if he was looking for some sign of hesitation. “I know baby, you’re both always my lucky charms but I’d rather you not take any risks.”
You fanned yourself with the paper you held between your fingers, feeling your forehead and the rest of your body sweat. “Oh come on Charles what risks are you talking about? I’m surrounded by people if anything happens…” You burst out laughing at the way his face contorted when you said those last words. “Darling, just stay calm okay? The baby and I are both fine. Now just focus on the race, go do your job and kick everyone’s ass.”
Charles cupped his hands over your face, pulling you closer to him and pressing his lips to yours in a sweet kiss. “If anything happens and I mean anything you call me, are we understood? Even if you need me to tie your shoes,” he had whispered, looking intently into your eyes making sure to let you know he wasn’t joking at all.
“Good thing I’m wearing sandals then.”
“Chérie…” .
You rolled your eyes. “Everything will be fine I promise and I’ll call you if I need anything.”
“That’s more like it.” He gave you another kiss. “I want you to be safe. I’ll go now. I love you so much baby.”
“I love you so much more.”
Charles pulled away from you, only to bend down on his knees and rest his hands on your bump before leaving a kiss on it. “And you try to be a good boy and let mommy rest okay? See you later little one, dad loves you.”
Your heart exploded with joy and maybe it was the hormones, but you found yourself putting a hand in front of your mouth to keep yourself from crying there in front of everyone.
You saw Charles walk away to go back to making the final preparations for the race, but not before he turned one last time to look at you and blow you a kiss.
God I love this man.
Charles had always been very protective of you, from the first moments you got together, always being careful to leave you in safe places when you came to the paddock, always shielding you with his body when you were in the middle of a crowd, but ever since you got pregnant his protective instinct went to the roof.
You didn’t complain, even though it could be intense and a little frustrating at times, you loved how he cared so much about you and your baby and you wouldn’t change it for the world. You loved knowing that no matter what he’d always be there to help you and do anything in his power to make you feel better.
Of course, there was no shortage of small arguments when even getting up to go to the bathroom made him alert and fill you with questions about whether you were okay or not.
But that was another story.
Charles was preparing for the race but he couldn’t help but always glance in your direction, reassuring himself when he saw you sitting and engaging conversation with someone.
“Make sure my fiancée is okay and she has everything she needs,” Charles had ordered even though by now everyone knew these words by heart since he’d say them every time you were there.
In the next hour you tried to keep a neutral expression and pretend everything was fine but the heat was really unbearable and even sitting was becoming painful.
The back pain was killing you, as well as tiredness since the previous night you could barely sleep.
You needed some air, suddenly feeling your head spinning, a wave of atrocious heat passing through your body but even getting up from a damned chair was hard. With quite a few difficulties you managed to do it but a particularly intense dizziness forced you to lean against the wall, your vision darkened and nausea gripping your stomach.
“Y/n hey! You okay?” One of the technicians who was passing by asked you, immediately rushing to you. He took your hand, helping hold you up.
You nodded. “I’m fine… I just need some air.”
“Can you walk?”.
You felt too weak and you knew if you tried you’d just faint so you shook your head.
“Okay, take a few deep breaths, you’ll be fine. Do you want me to call for Charles?”.
“No, no, he’d worry to death and the race is about to start, I don’t want him to lose focus.”
“Y/n he’ll have my head on a plate if I don’t tell him.”
“Please… I just need to relax a bit… I’ll be fine soon. I’m just pregnant those things happen unfortunately.”
“Okay, okay, let’s go in the break room there’s a little bed there. Take few steps at the time.”
Charles meanwhile was finishing putting on his racing suit, talking about the latest strategies and praying that some kind of disaster wouldn’t happen although he wouldn’t be surprised if a wheel flew off or the engine even exploded.
His mind couldn’t help but wander to you too, worried about what you were doing since with the coming and going of people he had lost sight of you.
“I’m going to quickly look for Y/n,” Charles announced, no longer able to stay calm without hearing from you.
“Leclerc we’re about to start, for god’s sake!”.
“I’ll be back in a minute I promise!” He exclaimed before running away without even waiting for the answer.
He made his way among the technicians, the various engineers and analysts scanning the various faces and noticing none of them were you. Fear took over him as he noticed you were no longer sitting where he had left you.
His mind started imagining the worst possible scenarios while telling himself to stay calm, since you probably just went to the bathroom or something. However, when he collided with one of the technicians, his worst fears came true.
“Charles finally!”.
But Charles interrupted him, not wanting to know anything that didn’t concern you and his baby. “Where is Y/n? Did you see her?”.
“That’s why I was looking for you. She’s in the break room…-”
Charles’s eyes widened so much they almost popped out of their sockets and before even letting him finish the sentence he immediately run towards the break room. His heart was pounding in his chest, worse than at the start of any race.
“Why the fuck didn’t anyone call me?!”.
When he opened the door, his worried eyes immediately fixed on you, almost going having a heart attack when he saw the doctor next to you intent on taking your blood pressure.
“Y/n baby! Oh God what happened? Are you okay? Is she okay doctor?” Charles rushed over to you, sitting next to you and immediately taking your free hand in his. He alternated his gaze between you and the doctor and only a second passed before he responded even if it seemed to last an eternity.
You widened your eyes, sending a murderous look at the technician who was helping you just before. He shrugged his shoulders, an apologetic look on his face before he walked away.
“Just a slight drop of her blood pressure due to the heat, I advise you to go home to rest and keep yourself hydrated. This heat is not good.”
“Thank you Doctor.” “Thank you.” You and Charles answered at the same time and the doctor nodded at you before packing up his bag and walking out of the room, leaving you and Charles alone.
“Baby what the fuck? Why didn’t you call me?!” Charles snapped. “What happened?”.
“I’m sorry love, I didn’t want to worry you. I’m fine I promise,” you tried to reassure him even if at that moment nothing seemed to be able to calm him down. “I just felt a little dizzy.”
“You gave me a heart attack, fuck. How are you feeling now? The baby?”. He placed a hand on your belly and caressed it, breathing a sigh of relief when he felt his baby kick after a couple of moments.
“Just tired and our baby is fine. But Charles the race is about to start and you shouldn’t be here...”
“I don’t give a fuck about the race, I just want to make sure you’re okay,” he replied. “Do you need to go to the hospital? We can go right now if...-”
You placed both hands on his flushed, hot face, stopping his flow of words as you drew imaginary circles on his skin to calm him. “I’m fine baby, now that I’ve gotten some fresh air I feel better.”
“I can’t leave you here, what if you feel sick again? What if you need something?” He spluttered, his worried eyes still looking at you.
“Nothing will happen love.”
He sighed before wrapping his arms around you though and pulling you into a hug, which you immediately returned. He deeply breathed in the scent of your skin, planting kisses on you cheek meanwhile holding you so tightly as if he was afraid you’d fly away.
When he slightly pulled away, he simulated the gesture you had made not long ago and placed his hands on your cheeks, looking at you with so much love while caressing your skin. “I would die if anything happens to either of you, you know that right? I would never forgive myself if you needed me and I wasn’t here to help you.”
You smiled warmly, leaning into his touch. “I know and we’re both so lucky to have you baby but you have to go now. I promise you’ll find me here when the race ends, but I need you to go, I wouldn’t forgive myself if you stayed here because of me. This is your job, what will you do when the baby is born? You’ll just retire?”.
“Well…”
“Charles Leclerc,” you interrupted in an authoritative tone. “Get your cute ass up and go. I’ll. Be. Fine. Now go baby, you have a race to win.”
Charles remained silent, watching you conflicted about what to do. You softly kissed him. “It’s okay love, go.”
He finally nodded feebly even though he wasn’t remotely convinced of this choice. He didn’t feel like leaving but you were right, he had a job to do.
“Come on, I’ll help you lie down,” he then said after standing up, giving you space and helping you lie down on the bed. He knelt next to you, placing a hand on your hair and caressing you so gently it made your heart explode.
“If you need me…” he whispered.
“…I’ll call you. I know darling,” you continued and then smiled. “I love you so much.”
He gave you a breath-taking smile before leaning towards you and placing a kiss on your forehead. “I love you much more chérie, you’re… You both are the best gift that life has ever given me I hope you’ll never forget it.”
“Never. Now go kick everyone's ass predestinato.”
Against all his expectations, the race ended in the best possible way, not without some hitches which, however, Charles managed to overcome in the best possible way.
In the garage everyone welcomed him with whistles, shouts of joy and cheers, still teasing him about his radio messages.
“How is Y/n? Has anyone gone to check on her?” He had asked Charles in the middle of the race.
“Focus on the race Leclerc.”
“I can’t if I don’t know if she’s okay.” He retorted in frustration as at that exact moment he took a turn. “Someone fucking answer me! This is my fiancée and my son we’re talking about mon dieu!” He continued when he didn’t get a response right away – and by right away he meant after two seconds – his accent particularly pronounced when he was angry.
“She’s fine Charles, she’s resting. Now focus.”
“I swear if you’re telling me this just to keep me quiet I’ll burn this place down.”
“Check yourself.” There was a moment’s pause in which Charles was left perplexed. “Baby!” He heard your voice in his earphones, his heart almost explodIng with joy. God only knew how much he needed to hear you in that moment. “You’re doing great, I’m so proud of you!”
“Cherie! Are you okay? Did you get some rest?”.
He heard you giggle. “Yes. I’m fine. I couldn’t sleep since I wanted to watch you. But now focus we’ll talk later! I love you.”
“I love you too bébé.”
The race had ended and he won. Charles Leclerc won the Grand Prix but he didn’t care because the best prize he could ever receive was in front of him celebrating with him and cheering him on while tightly hugging him.
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lovebugism · 5 months
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hey honey can i request a shy!reader x grumpy!eddie , maybe they’re pumpkin picking with friends & something angsty ensues but then fluffy & after they all go eat at the diner and get spooky themed orders 🤭
thanks for requesting lovie! — eddie gets grumpy on a fall outing with the gang (shy!reader, established relationship, hurt/comfort, 1.3k)
fictober (㇏(•̀ᵥᵥ•́)ノ)
Eddie’s a big ol’ grump at Eugene’s Pumpkin Patch, but he’s being really brave about it. He follows you like a puppy, visibly unamused about the whole thing but trying hard to be a good boyfriend despite his woe.
“Ah! Look at this one!” you gasp at the sight of a pumpkin, in a sea of bright orange pumpkins. 
Swallowed whole by your sweater, you crouch in the tall grass and reach for the tiny round thing hidden in it. The runt pumpkin sits neatly in your palms. “It’s so wittle,” you singsong up at Eddie in a tiny, high-pitched voice.
He smiles despite himself, laughing even though he’s grumpy, ‘cause you’re the cutest thing he’s ever seen.
“I’m gonna get this one,” you announce affirmatively when you rise to full height again.
“You made me drive an hour out just to get the tiniest pumpkin they have?” Eddie asks, laughing still but with a subtle bite of annoyance.
You try to ignore it, though the weight of his aggravation makes you writhe. “But it’s cute…” you defend with a weak shrug. “And also, you have to get one, remember?”
You take a tentative step towards Eddie, standing chest to chest. He huffs and puts his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket. His chocolate eyes flit around the expansive farm, dull and unimpressed. “They all look the same, so… I don’t think it really matters.”
“It does matter!” you insist, girlish and quiet and stubborn. “You have to pick the one you like the most— that’s the whole point!”
“You’re telling me there’s an art to pumpkin picking?” the boy teases with a crooked grin, tilting his head to the side so his curls bunch at his shoulder.
Still clutching the tiniest pumpkin either of you have ever seen, you nod. “Yes. That’s exactly what I’m telling you.”
He scoffs again in a curt laugh. He looks around again, only to point to the one sitting by his feet.
“Alright… How about that one?”
“Eddie!”
“What?” he whines in the same pouty tone as you.
“Can you at least pretend you’re having fun?” you murmur, a bit sad you have to even ask. 
You always spiral when he gets weird, secretly terrified that it’s all your fault. He doesn’t talk, so you overthink. Your brain gets mean, and you need Eddie to make you feel better — but he can’t because he’s weird. It’s unbearable. For both of you.
“It’s cold and rainy and Steve’s pants gave me a headache on the way over and I don’t feel good, okay? I’m sorry,” Eddie rambles with a pout, looking visibly pained about all of it.
Any excitement you had left leaves you like an ebbing tide. “Okay,” you mutter with a soft nod.
“I’m gonna go smoke,” the boy announces. 
He smacks a fleeting kiss to your cheek before he goes but doesn’t bother to invite you to come with him. He doesn’t feel very deserving of your company right now, too selfish in his woe and painfully self-aware about it.
You stand in place while he walks back to the van, feeling utterly alone and unwanted.
“Where’d Eddie go?” Steve wonders when he walks up to you with Robin at his side. 
They carry two pumpkins each, struggling with each of them because they’ve somehow managed to find the biggest ones on the whole farm. You figure they made a bet about it because everything’s a competition with them.
“Um… to smoke, I think,” you answer shyly, embarrassed to have been found alone for a reason you can’t name. “He just kinda… left.”
Robin scoffs. “I think he’s on his period,” she jokes with a gritty laugh.
“Yeah. He said my pants looked stupid before we left. I knew something was up.”
The brunette girl side-eyes the boy beside her. “I think he might’ve been right about that one, Stevie.”
You make a quiet exit when they begin to bicker back and forth. You duck through the bustling pumpkin patch and try not to trip in the tall grass on your way to Eddie’s van. 
Your boots crunch over the gravel of the parking lot. You find him leaning against the trunk, blowing out smoke from his pink mouth, slouching like he’s weighed down by his own sadness. 
“You okay, Eds?” you ask to announce your arrival. 
His eyes widen when he realizes you’re there. He’d pretend to be fine if it didn’t take all the energy he had left. “No,” he answers honestly, then quickly corrects, “I mean— I am, but… I feel bad. I was acting like a dick…”
“Yeah,” you concur with a nod. “You were.”
He’s too shocked to hide it on his face. You’re never normally so confrontational. You’re usually too quiet for that, too soft. And you still are now, because you always are, but he feels like he deserves to see this sterner side of you.
“But it’s okay. I know you didn’t wanna come in the first place.”
He turns on his shoulder when you stand at his side, towering over you as he flicks the butt of his cigarette. “Yeah, but… I didn’t have to be such an asshole to you about it. I feel like I fuckin’ ruined this whole day, you know?”
“We all have our moments, Eds. It’s no big deal,” you assure with a weak shrug and a stronger smile. “We still have the whole afternoon left— you didn’t ruin anything. Doesn’t make me love you any less, either.”
Your words make him grin. Like, really grin — all wide and rosy and boyish. You make him smile like nothing’s ever hurt him. Like nothing’s ever been wrong in his life. Fuck, he’ll never get tired of hearing you say that.
“I love the shit outta you, you know that?” he mumbles but doesn’t give you a chance to answer. He tosses the cigarette to the ground and snuffs it out with his sneaker right before kissing you absolutely stupid.
He wraps his arms around your neck, smothering your face with his. No one’s ever been kissed as hard as he’s kissing you now. The realization makes you smile too wide to kiss him back.
He pulls away from you with a hearty smack. With pinker lips and chocolate eyes, he grins hopefully down at you. “So you’re not mad at me?” he wonders, gentle like a child.
“Yes,” you nod, playfully firm. “I’m very mad, actually.”
Eddie’s smile widens. He knows you’re joking and decides to lean into it. “What can I do then, huh?” he murmurs lowly to you, a knowing smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “How can I make it up to you?”
He wants to kiss you again. He wants to get you in the back of his van in a vacant parking lot. He wants you to tell him to make you feel good and not to stop until you’re pushing him away.
You know all of this, ‘cause you can practically read his mind, so you decide to drive him crazier. “I want you…” you start in the same low tone, bordering on sultry. 
Eddie’s already nodding. 
You smile and continue. 
“…To go pick your most favorite pumpkin in the whole patch, and then take me to Benny’s Burgers.”
Feeling slightly disappointed and utterly teased, Eddie searches the entire patch and finds the weirdest-shaped, wartiest pumpkin the earth has ever grown. He drives the gang to the diner after and sits you in his lap when all of you squeeze into one booth. 
He shares his milkshake with you and lets you have the pickle slice that comes with his burger when you ask for it (‘cause everyone knows it’s the best part). It’s the purest form of love, if he has anything to say about it.
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1-800-kami · 4 months
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4:23 pm | the adventures of dad!gojo
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content: 0.9k words, fem!reader, dad gojo, megumi is your son, silly crack fic
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gojo satoru is a man with very little fears.
in actuality, people are afraid of him. a mere gaze from those cerulean blue eyes of his sends people running off to the opposite direction, so the adjective “intimidating” was quite the understatement to describe him. some might even say that he’s the strongest, so he possesses no fear at all.
despite that, gojo has one thing he’s deathly afraid of: you–his wife, when you’re angry.
“suguru, help me out here!” geto can physically feel his bestfriend’s panic through the phone. gojo explained the situation in a fast ramble–geto could barely understand what he was saying, but he thinks he got the gist of it: you went out to run some errands and entrusted gojo to take care of your two year old child, megumi, while you were out. gojo conjured up the genius idea of keeping megumi entertained by handing him a paper and markers–so that they could surprise you with megumi’s amazing artistic abilities once you came back home.
it had gone “so well”, gojo said earlier, picking up the paper and studying it. “i think this is a drawing of a cat? or a dog, i don’t really know.. still, it’s made by my son, and it’s the peak of art and i think everyone should see it!”
gojo was so busy trying to decipher what megumi had drawn that he didn’t realize that his son still had the markers in his hands. when he peers over to look at megumi again, he just about screamed.
“gumi- no- GUMI!” he shrieks, snatching the markers away from his son’s hold. megumi, not having a paper to draw on anymore, decided to use the wall as his canvas instead—sketching a poorly drawn house with a bright red marker. “you’re not supposed to draw on the wall! aw fuc-ahem, freak… your mom’s gonna kill me…”
“gosh suguru, some advice would help!” satoru’s never been so afraid in all his years of living. you’re coming home pretty soon, and he has no idea what to do. he’s already imagining the look on your face–and it’s pushing satoru to the brink of passing out. gojo satoru–the renowned sorcerer who’s fought the king of curses, been sealed away in a box and has had multiple near death experiences–all of these things have happened to him yet none can compare to the fear of facing his wife when she’s angry.
“hmm? what is it, nanako?” satoru can hear his bestfriend trying not to laugh over the phone. suguru knows an easy solution to his problem, but he thinks that leaving satoru in the dark is funnier. it’s rare to see the strongest sorcerer like this, so geto revels in it with pure amusement. “you’re hungry? okay… let’s see what i can make for you, yeah?”
“you heard her, satoru~ one of the twins are hungry. i’m afraid i have to go… good luck about the markers, yeah?” suguru hangs up before satoru could say a word. he curses under his breath, but feels his heart stop when he hears the door unlock.
you’re home.
“mama!” megumi yells, clapping his hands and slowly crawling over to the front door. you happily greet your son, placing the grocery bags on the table.
you walk over to your husband, kissing him on the cheek before noticing the piece of paper that he’s holding. “oh? what’s this?”
you grab the paper from his hands and satoru regains a little bit of his composure once he hears you coo at your son’s drawing. “thought it would be nice for me and megumi to surprise you while you were gone… it’s a drawing of a cat-”
“horsey!”
“...a horse. yup, that’s what i said!” he sheepishly ignores his son’s glare, mentally preparing himself to tell you about the wall.
“i love it! oh my gosh, megumi, aren’t you just a little artist?” you say, ruffling your son’s hair with a big smile. “this is definitely going on the fridge.”
“...there’s one small problem, though…” satoru refuses to meet your gaze.
“what did you do this time, satoru?”
“hey, it technically wasn’t me!” he says, this time being the one to shoot the glare at his son. “so hypothetically…what if i told you that gumi thought it would be a nicer idea to use the wall as a canvas instead of the paper?”
“...”
satoru perceives your silence as his death sentence. “look, i’m sorry! i was trying to figure out what he drew and i forgot that he still had the markers in his hands-”
“satoru-”
“and the next thing i know, he drew on the wall before i was able to take the markers from him-”
“toru-”
“and suguru wasn’t giving me advice either, but then-”
“satoru!” your final yell finally breaks him from his ramble. he’s surprised to see that no, you don’t have a look of murder on your face. in fact, you’re actually smiling—looking more amused than anything.
“satoru, they’re washable markers.” you take a baby wipe from your purse and walk over to the wall, wiping away the bright red marker strokes easily with a few swipes. you’re trying not to laugh at his dumbfounded expression. “did you not know that?”
now he’s the one stunned into silence. “...”
“no, no… i definitely knew that…!”
“yeah, sure you did.”
being a father is so difficult.
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steddiealltheway · 5 months
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The upside down is colder than Steve remembers.
To be fair, he only wearing a vest, pants, and no shoes at the moment, and he may be actively bleeding out even with the bandages because of the damn bats but… he just doesn’t remember it being this cold.
He probably didn’t spend long enough in the tunnels to truly get a feel for things. But now that he’s fully here, he can’t imagine what it must’ve been like for Will.
The place is dark enough to even give Steve nightmares although he has Robin, Nancy, and Eddie at this side. How did Will survive with no one?
Steve looks down and carefully steps over a vine as he makes his way through the woods. Did Will ever step on-
“Is this a bad time to mention that I haven’t kissed anyone?”
Steve and the girls turn to Eddie, giving him looks of confusion at the random outburst.
Eddie keeps walking, staring at the ground as he tries not to activate the hive mind. “I’m just saying, it kind of feels like the end of the world here, and it makes you think. Like, do I really want to die a virgin? Not really, but dying without kissing anyone… I feel like that’s a bigger problem in my book.”
Robin and Nancy share the same look of confusion mixed with an air of why are you talking to us about this? But Steve thinks he gets the nervous rambling. He wouldn’t want to die unkissed either.
Eddie slowly stops and turns around, finally noticing that the three of them stopped when he made his first comment. He just stares at them for a moment before sighing, “Forget I said anything. I just hate walking in silence with all these thoughts of impending doom.”
With that, the girls start walking again, quickly catching up to Eddie, but Steve struggles as he thinks a little too hard about what Eddie said instead of thinking about not stepping on a vine. So he compromises speed for a very important thought.
Eddie wants to kiss someone. Probably. Definitely.
He can’t kiss Nancy because she’s with Jonathan, and Steve’s pretty sure Nancy would not be the greatest choice of a first kiss - since she would be unenthusiastic.
And Robin… well. She would be equally as unenthusiastic, probably even more so.
And really, everyone must be thinking the same thing. Because there’s one obvious solution.
“I’ll kiss you,” Steve announces as he steps over a vine. He watches as the three of them freeze in front of them, and Eddie almost even trips on a vine.
Once he catches up to them, Steve says, “It’s the clear solution to the problem.”
Robin shoots him a look of bewilderment and mouthes what??
Steve just looks away from her. It’s not a crazy thought really. Eddie wants to kiss someone before the world maybe ends, and Steve is just a really generous person who would like- enjoy- no, volunteer very very generously to help the good cause.
“You’re kidding, right?” Eddie asks.
And oh. Steve hadn’t really thought about how Eddie might not want to kiss him. Shit. He shakes his head. “I’m not kidding, but I wouldn’t do it unless you wanted to. And it’s okay that you don’t. Let’s just keep going.”
Eddie reaches out and grabs his arm. “I never said that I didn’t want to,” he says quickly.
Steve’s pretty sure he hears Robin snort at the comment, and he can sees Nancy trying to hide an amused smile behind her hand. He ignores them and puts his hands on his hips. “Alright.”
“Okay,” Eddie says.
They both stare at each other not moving.
“We’re going to give you some space,” Robin says, grabbing Nancy’s hand and pulling her deeper into the woods.
Steve doesn’t pay much attention to them as they walk away, he’s too busy staring at Eddie. And yeah, he’s a good looking guy. He knew that from high school whenever he would go on his rants, and Steve had an excuse to stare. And really the thought of kissing him is definitely not the worse and actually… he’s kind of looking forward to it, if the fast beating of his heart is any indication.
Eddie though, he looks… scared. Maybe just nervous. But his expression definitely isn’t in any way happy.
Steve takes a step toward him and softly says, “We don’t have to do this, okay? And it’s okay if you don’t want to.”
Eddie shakes his head and laughs humorlessly. “It’s not that I don’t want to it’s just… you’re Steve Harrington.”
“And?”
“And that name means something. And it shouldn’t be tangled up with my name.”
Steve raises his eyebrows at him. “I’m pretty sure we already crossed that line a while ago.”
“But you know what I mean,” Eddie sighs, looking at the ground.
Yeah, he does know what he means. But… “The world might end. I think there are stranger things than you and me kissing.”
Eddie shakes his head. “I think that would be the most shocking thing out of all of this.”
“Then get ready for me to rock your world, Munson,” Steve says with a smirk, stepping closer and brushing a curly strand of hair out of his face.
Eddie takes a deep breath and settles his hands on Steve’s waist above the wounds he’s forgotten about. “Is this… okay?”
Steve nods and wraps his arms around Eddie’s shoulders. “Yeah. Is this?”
Eddie just hums mhm, his eyes get a little wider and his cheeks flush a deeper pink.
Steve can’t help but look over Eddie’s face, taking in what he looks like at the closer proximity when he’s allowed to look. His eyes wander down to where Eddie’s full lips are slightly parted as if they’re just waiting for him to kiss them. But Steve looks back into Eddie’s dark eyes, searching for hesitation but only sending nerves and anticipation.
“I like that you’re the same height as me,” Steve randomly blurts out.
“Why’s that?”
Steve feels a blush creep up his neck. “Because my neck won’t strain when I kiss you.” Eddie laughs, and Steve decides that if the world really is coming to an end, he should be fully honest. “Plus, it’s easier to look at your eyes when they’re at my level.”
Eddie’s grin turns into a soft smile. His eyes glance down at Steve’s lips.
He knows the moment has come. “I’m going to kiss you now, if that’s okay.”
“It’s more than okay,” Eddie says, leaning in closer.
Steve smiles before closing the distance between them and kissing Eddie slowly as if they have all the time in the world. He breaks the kiss and pulls back enough to take in Eddie's expression - eyebrow raised in astonishment, lips slightly parted, and eyes still closed.
And yeah, they might not make it to tomorrow, plus Eddie looks hot. So, Steve doesn’t pull away. Instead, he kisses him again, this time with much more fervor and… yes, tongue. Sue him. He just wants to make Eddie’s first (and second) kiss memorable.
Eddie’s hands press into Steve’s back, pulling him closer as Steve slows the kiss, needing air. He pulls back and breathes in deep, staring at Eddie’s kiss swollen lips and feeling… many things.
But instead of giving into those feelings, Steve just pats Eddie on the arm and says, “See, you’re a natural.” As soon as he walks away, Steve wants one of the vines to drag him far far away so he doesn’t have to think about what he just said. Christ. He’s not smooth.
As soon as he catches up to Robin, she practically yanks him back so Eddie and Nancy can wander off out of earshot.
Steve crosses his arms and stares at her. “What?”
“Don’t ‘what’ me. You know exactly what this is about,” Robin says, jabbing a finger into his chest.
Steve winces. “Okay. Yes. I kissed Eddie. But what else was I supposed to do? Make you or Nance kiss him? No way.”
“You realize that he was just thinking out loud, right? You turned his thought into an invitation.”
Steve shrugs and walks toward the other two, trying to make sure they don’t go too far. “It sounded like an invitation to me,” he says with a shrug.
“I’m sure it did,” Robin mutters.
Steve turns to glare at her.
Robin sighs and lays a hand on his arm. “You can talk to me, you know? Even if you’re in the process of figuring things out and can’t get a true read of things.”
Steve turns and looks back at Eddie, noting how his heart beats a little faster and his body wants more than anything to get closer to him. He looks back and Robin and asks, “How obvious am I being?”
The tension in Robin’s shoulder goes away slightly at the question, and she smiles. “With the ‘you’re a natural’ comment? Totally fooled. No one would guess a thing.”
Steve’s jaw drops. “You were watching that?”
“How could I not? And do I regret it?” Robin pauses before answering her question, “A little when you started using tongue.”
“Jesus, Robin,” Steve says, trying to sound annoyed, but he can’t help but laugh.
Robin smiles and nudges him. “It seems like you have a type.”
Steve raises an eyebrow before he looks to where Robin is staring. He watches as Nancy and Eddie talk quietly about something, both sharing a small smile, amusement evident in their big round eyes, and dark, curly hair framing their faces. Maybe Robin has a point.
“Maybe I do,” Steve says as Eddie glances back at him and smiles. When he turns back, Steve asks Robin, “Do you think we could talk more about it when we’re not in an alternate dimension, and I have time to think about things?”
“Of course,” Robin says and squeezes his arm. “But for now, I’m going to give you things to think about!” she announces before running ahead to Nancy and quickly starting some type of hushed conversation.
Steve looks at where Eddie lingers behind the girls and quickly runs up to him, deciding maybe he can figure things out now. And maybe he can verbally thank him for saving his ass instead of just kissing him and hoping he gets the message.
Gosh, he doesn’t know if he can get through this without getting distracted by his lips. But he’s going to try.
(And he’s going to fail)
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brioffthegrid · 4 months
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Warnings: you’re naive in this, Rafe is a caregiver in this, dirty ass smut tbh, he gives you coke (duh), lots of praise 🤭 pet names: baby, babygirl, kid, little one, good girl, good little girl
Summary: Rafe wants to give you a certain special substance that he loved so much, but you hated. So, he gives it to you in a way that you can’t deny…
Rafe had called you over to his place saying he needed something, so obviously you went. When you entered his room though you were met with the sight of him on the edge of his bed, legs man spread, and a huge hard on.
"Rafe?" you squeak out.
"Baby I need you to try something for me," he says.
You nod gingerly as you obey his gesture to come over.
“I want you to try this,” he says, pulling out a dime bag filled with a white powder.
“I don’t like how that stuff feels on my nose,” you whine.
“Well it’s not going there. Now sit,” he pats his thigh.
You rest your bottom on his thigh and he opens the bag up.
“Let’s see those pretty teeth,” he smiles.
You become visibly confused.
“Come on baby. Give me one of your adorable smiles,” he encourages.
This makes you smile instantly, pink gums on display for him. He dips his thumb into the powder and rubs it on your gums.
“There ya go kid,” he says while patting your cheek.
“What is it?” you ask.
"It's like sugar, but better,” he poorly explains, but you don't mind.
“Oh okay!” you say with innocence.
He adores how you just go along with everything he does. How you’re the only person that has faith in him and his abilities. He would never do anything thing to hurt you, but the fact that you trust him. The fact that you know that he'd never hurt you and believe in him amplifies his attraction towards you.
“Now before I touch your princess parts though…I wanna give you some more of this,” he waves the bag.
You nod excitedly with starry eyes. Instead of his hand making its way to the plastic, it goes to his belt. He unhooks his belt and takes his cock with great girth and even greater length out. It springs up and slaps against his abdomen with might. He then sprinkles the powder on his cock.
"Rafe...I feel funny," you murmur.
"Don't worry, baby. That's just the special part of the sugar working," he assures.
You try to ignore the gut feeling that starts to surface and nod with a pout. However, the pounding in your brain becomes more aggressive.
"My head feels weird," you whine.
"Here baby," he glances at his cock "suck on this, you'll feel so much better."
You kneel between his thighs. Face-level with his intimidating cock.
"Get to work," he says bluntly.
You start by shyly licking the gathering of precum at his tip. He gulps at the gentle sensation. You then leave a trail of kisses. Starting at his base and ending at his tip, leaving an especially rough kiss on his tip. That kiss makes him groan especially loud. Some of the powder had stuck to your lips and you lick it.
“Cmon start sucking,” he instructs.
You instantly engulf his length in your mouth which makes him gasp. One of his big strong hands tangling in your hair. The tug feeling on your scalp makes you moan out on him. The vibrating sensation from your sounds makes him let out a moan. His hips started to thrust, forcing his cock down your throat. This makes you moan and whine even louder. The roughness of the vibrations makes Rafe’s self control to dissipate. All the strength he was holding back becoming unleashed as his unforgiving thrusts fuck his cock down your throat.
“Shit baby,” he grunts.
He starts to treat your head like an inanimate object. Pushing and pulling it as he pleases on and off of his cock. The slobbering noises of your saliva on his cock become obnoxiously loud. The sound turning both of you on even further.
“So fucking good. Taking daddy’s big fat cock in your tight little throat. Those cute lips wrapping around me so fucking perfect,” he rambles.
Your jaw has become loose from his man handling and this causes your teeth to graze against the underside of his sex. That is what pushes him over the edge and he shoots his cum into your drool-filled mouth. Each rope of it sliding down your throat. He slides himself out of you and you stare up at him with a fucked out gaze. He’s instantly hard again at the sight of you. Jaw slack, drool spilling out your mouth, tears threatening to fall at the corner of your doe eyes. God, the sight was just pornographic for him.
“Rafe…that stuff feels kinda good,” you slur.
“I know baby. That’s why I gave it to you,” he pinches your cheek.
“Did I do good?” you ask, worried.
“Absolutely babygirl,” he praises.
“Really?” you bat your lashes.
“Yes, little one. Who’s my good girl?” he teases.
“Me?” you guess, faking uncertainty.
“Yes you! You’re my favorite and only good little girl,” he smiles and plants a wet kiss on your forehead.
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buckyalpine · 8 months
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Welcome to my horndog ramblings. Feel free to ignore this. You know what I need? Big badass Beefy Mob Bucky who is a virgin. Beefy mob Bucky who waited till marriage. Yes. Bucky who followed in his fathers exact footsteps, easily earning his place when he takes over the empire. He learnt about power, discipline and strategy from his father. He learnt about love, kindness and beauty from his mother. He mama raised him to wait for the right one, to wait until he was with someone he truly loved, someone he was ready to spend his life with, just as she had done with his father.
So he does.
I need this beautiful beefy man to feel shy for the first time in his life when its his wedding night and he has to help his wife out of her wedding dress. He's usually so confident but his hands shake when he feels the softness of her skin. I need him to feel nervous when she starts to unbutton his shirt. It's not like he's never been shirtless before but this is different. He hopes she doesn't feel the extra warmth of his skin as her fingers trace over the dark ink that covered his chest when she slips the shirt off. He doesn't know what to do with himself, seeing her in delicate white lace hardly covering her breasts.
Don't even get me started on how precious and flustered he is when his brief's come off and she sees all of him for the first time. He's not small by any means, his thick shaft curving towards his tummy, full heavy balls between is gorgeous large thighs. He can't help but feel self-conscious because no one else has seen him like this, not since he was a baby.
He has to will himself not to cum when they're both naked on his large bed, innocently exploring each others bodies with soft kisses in-between. I want him to lose himself when he pulls her nipple into his mouth, for his cock to start to leak. Her breasts are so soft and he could spend all night kissing and suckling off her. She gently palms him, wrapping her hand around his shaft, kissing down his neck while he nearly whines, humping into her fist.
He carefully slips his hands between her legs and he swears he's never felt anything more soft, more silky, her slick covering the insides of her thighs, that swollen button between her legs begging for attention.
She moves to lay on her back, spreading her legs to get him better access and he has no idea what to do when she displays her most intimate parts just for him. He takes his time finding out what she likes, rubbing her clit so carefully with the pads of his fingers before dipping into her entrance, moaning along with her when she drips onto him.
He never sounded more desperate, whimpering when she kisses down his body, his breaths growing heavier when she nears his cock. He lets out the might high pitched whine when she licks up his arousal, his length throbbing against her tongue.
Imagine his soft sweet babbles, his needy side showing which surprises himself-
"Hng-
"What is it Jamie"
"Mmmm"
"Tell me baby, what is it, am-am I doing okay?" She worries while he moans and squirms unable to form a complete sentence.
"It feels good prinţesă- just-it feels s'good"
"Do you like it?" She asks shyly, peeking at him through her lashes, already addicted to her husbands sweet taste. She loves how heavy he feels in her mouth, the smooth silky head of his pink cock begging to be sucked.
"You're making me leak dragă" He whispers with flushed cheeks, his adorably innocent face a stark contrast to his absolutely sinful body.
He already so gone, his mind turns into mush when he's finally inside her. He lets out the most guttural moan as he slides inside, his heavy body covering her, thick cock throbbing, ready to blow.
"I think m'gonna cum" He whimpers against her neck before he even gets the chance to move, taking a deep breath to collect himself and calm down. This baby isn't going to last long, hugging and cuddling his wife tightly while he ruts into her, moaning about how perfect she feels, dripping into her already soaked cunt. a few sloppy stokes in and hes pumping her full of his seed, unable to stop as stream after stream burst from his cock.
"Swetheart, m'cumming- I-oh-hng princess-" He practically rolls over with her, still buried deep in her cunt, their mixed arousal soaking the sheets. His body shudders and he continued to thrust his hips up, grabbing her ass to keep her flush against him, moaning into the crook of her neck, "m'cumming so much for you, god I can't stop"
He had no idea sex could feel this good, already addicted to the feeling, falling in love with his perfect wife even more.
Maybe at some point in the middle of the night they fuck again and he accidently calls her mommy when she rides his cock, her breasts bouncing in his face.
He learns he has a very subby side.
Then he grows more confident and when the house is empty, he has her wailing for daddy's cock while he eats her like a man starved.
Anyway, I'm sorry for this, back to wips.
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