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satoruhour · 8 months

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HIS FAVOURITE W— STUDENT !

a/n: dilly / @crysugu i am losing the pwp war i needed the lore to be in this HELP. anyway !!! professors bc i cannot stop my mind from spiralling while starting my university classes — im not entirely proud of this but eehhh ….

wc: 4k

warnings: ultimately semi-public sex for all, unprotected sex, cumshot, standing doggy, brief oral (m receiving), brief f! masturbation, brief fingering (gojo), geto is a professor who is also a camboy, camgirl!reader, f! and m! masturbation, mentions of bad dragon’s cumtubes, brief fingering, unprotected sex, creampie / breeding kink (geto), pussy slapping, spitting (on yo pussy), pet names, clit stimulation, oral / cunnilingus, tit play, fingering, implied f! masturbation (nanami), mentions of murder, stripper!reader, riding, degradation, calls you ‘slut’ and ‘whore’, calls you ‘mama’ once too, unprotected sex, oral (m receiving), deep-throating, slight face-fucking (toji), n*sfw under the cut

✶ GOJO

professor gojo was… an interesting teaching figure. he didn’t have a set way of doing lectures or tutorials, nor was his feedback on assignments entirely coherent, but he was fun and unorthodox. he was also hot as fuck, as you’ve heard from your friends, but you never really got the deal even after seeing his photo on the university website or from miles away entertaining some starstruck student. his classes were always left with no vacancies, too, only able to see what your friends meant after stepping foot first into the lecture.

you were a tad bit early, greeted with gojo sitting at the front with his legs propped up on the desk as he shot you a nonchalant greeting and you think maybe you should’ve signed up for another lecture group, but then he speaks and the air is knocked out of your chest. professor gojo is charismatic when he teaches about art, design and media, captivating everyone with the stark white hair and blue eyes, but he’s clever with his glances because you aren’t realising he stares at you more than anyone else.

aren’t you in your second year? how did he not see you anywhere last year? why did you just sign up?

the smiles he gives you are sweeter than others, the words more sugar coated with lilts in his voice and you’re chastising yourself for not being any different from everyone else, soon turning into the girls who ask for extra tutoring sessions and sidling up to him on campus — at least you’d get the full experience.

“oh! sweetness, what are you doing here?” you’ve managed to get gojo just as he leaves his office, standing outside for quite some time thinking if you’d really want to do this. several lecturers and professors have already walked past asking if you needed anything, but no matter how much you wanted to say professor gojo’s name, it always turned into something like waiting for a friend.

“oh— uhm, professor gojo, just wondering if the grade for that major project is really set in stone?”

gojo makes a show of thinking, but you know you’re asking for the devil himself when he replies yes with a stifled grin and you’re asking if the two week period of appealing works for the major you’re in.

“you can submit other collaterals as an appeal but it might either boost your grade or bring it down,” the professor leans down with a sick smile on his face, because he’s had so many people outside just like this, nervous from his advances and yet not going through with what they thought they could do. but this time it’s you, the you who he imagined taking on his office desk or even in a lecture theatre for everyone to see, who wants the words to fall from your lips just so he could be your knight in shining armour.

“is there really no… other way to appeal?” you swallow when gojo switches the position and gets you in exactly where he wants you: your back facing his office, his face dangerously close to yours while his eyes slyly catching the way your thighs rub together.

gojo smirks to himself when you knock down yet another cup of stationery on his desk after “discussing” ways you could improve your grades, nails making unsatisfactory noises on the wooden desk while he can hear your cunt gush around him, made obvious from the squelch of your hole and he’s muttering praises into your neck from behind.

“this what you had in mind, baby?” just another girl in his roster, getting ruined just for a grade that wasn’t even that bad. what you didn’t know is that you were the only girl, getting professor gojo so hard in lectures and tutorial classes just from the sight of you that to finally have you — it’s a sweet reward. you shiver when his hand reaches to your front to rub at your clit and you’re grasping at nothing as moans leave your lips.

“y-yeah, professor—” gojo is filthy, lewd, lifting your leg to prop up on the desk just so he could get deeper in you, your pussy everything he imagined and more as he continues to fuck into you. you’re warmer than his hand, than some hookup’s mouth from the club, clenching around his cock so tightly his hips stutter.

“f-fuck, angel, tryna snap my dick off?” you let out an incredulous chuckle at that, hips moving back to meet his while the sounds of his balls slapping against your ass fill the room. your juices are coating his length so well, too, that gojo’s eyes lock on your cunt that sucks him in over and over again, the spread of your pussy lips just amplifying his moans. the other spreads your cheeks and sighs at the translucent ring of cum at the base of his cock, hips fucking up to hit your sweet spot that you’re cumming with a shock down your spine — so hard, so deep, so intense that you’re jolting from the orgasm with whimpers of his name. gojo never truly is done with you after pulling out to cum on your ass, however, and you aren’t either.

there’s a thrill that runs through his veins when you back him up onto the sofa, a glimmer in your eyes that suggest you’re as intoxicated on him as he is on you, a sultry gaze taking over your shyness from earlier before he’s pushed onto the cushions.

“thank you for the meal, professor,” you giggle and gojo swears he’s reached his death when your mouth first closes around his still sensitive tip and he whines loudly, hearing your fingers fill your drooling cunt as your hand squeezes out leftover cum from before. a hand runs through your hair and your cockdrunk face is enough for him to see white—

professor gojo thinks you look heavenly between his legs.

✶ GETO

you sigh echoes throughout your dorm room, ending the stream and collecting your keep for the day as you grimace at the mess you’ve made on your sheets. it’s not like it wasn’t pleasurable, but on some days you’re wondering how long you truly need to serve gross men on the internet for it to be enough to pay off your university fees. sure, there were a few attractive people who commented and tipped you, but that was the extent of it. it’s not long before you can only think about cleaning up and taking a big fat nap, but a video in the sidebar catches your attention.

it seemed like a casual stream — no script or planned storyline apart from a heavily tattooed arm taking up half the screen, his pelvis just slightly off the thumbnail. he was faceless, too, filming rather from the chest down which was also inked, something that sends a chill to your core.

it’s only later when you’re slipping your dildo back into you as you watch this stranger pump his cock, guttural groans and slick noises filling your airpods that you realise the dragon wrapping around his arm looks awfully familiar. you’re so blissed out by pleasure, focusing on the needy moans that the man lets out before he cums with a grunt, so much cum leaking out from him. you’ve reached your high too, but you have no time to admire the stranger because it seemed like he was in a hurry, but not before you’ve caught a glimpse of his lip ring.

you know why he looked so familiar, now, standing in front of him in his office while his sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, something he doesn’t do often. geto suguru doesn’t wear his lip ring in lecturers either, and now you think you know why because they match the video you’ve seen just last night. you aren’t even entirely sure why you were called in, and you think maybe it’s because you “accidentally” sent a friend request, but you’re taken aback when he asks you if you’ve already selected a tutor to be your mentor throughout your major project.

“surprised? i sent out the email a week ago, love.” you try not to let the name get to you, and the confession lingers at the tip of your tongue.

“y-yeah! i saw it, professor geto, just—”

everyone was no stranger to professor geto’s striking looks, always turning heads with his unconventional gauges and long hair that probably should’ve landed him in a modelling agency in the first place. except, he’s opting instead to teach linguistics, a fitting major for him to talk of the history of language and its formation of it, even slipping in some latin and greek to show its origins but you can hardly listen when all you can focus on is the tight pull of his shirt around his body while his hair falls around his face and you think maybe it was a bad time to think if his hair falls out of his bun while he rails someone. you hope soon it’ll be you, just so you can confirm it for yourself with no other reason involved (you’re a fucking liar).

geto clears his throat and you swallow and the flex of his forearms only distract you further, the dragon on his arm seemingly laughing at your torment as it moves along his skin — the other doesn’t miss your dilemma, staring at you for your answer with a dark stare and enjoying the effect he had on you. your brain doesn’t respond fast enough, though, and you’re blurting out the first thing as you watch the curve of his mouth turn in either distaste or satisfaction; you weren’t sure.

“i saw you stream yesterday—” and you slap a hand over your mouth, wanting to run immediately, but you didn’t expect him to smile after a moment of recognition, making the connections to your account until his mouth falls open just a little.

“you’re the little cutie who sent me a request last night, aren’t ya?”

as he asks the question you hoped he wouldn’t ask, you find there’s nothing on your mind except maybe seeing his tattooed arms wrap around you — and you did. they looked so much better up close, leading from one thing to another in that stuffy office soon they’re looking especially good with how he’s currently dragging the tip of his cock along your folds, collecting your slick as you hold onto his biceps after confessing sin after sin about you from—

“i’ve jerked off to your videos.” a burn on your cheeks when geto sets you on his office table, palms leaving hot trails along your thighs and skin. he lets you play with his bulge, hands probably forming bruises on you from how you relieve the tension in his pants.

“the way your cunt wraps around that dildo — makes me wish i was there fuckin’ your pussy instead.” a gasp and a moan when he preps you with both fingers as he sucks hickeys into your neck and plays with your tits, pinching your nipple that has you clenching around him.

“didn’t miss how you like to be bred in your videos too. think maybe you need some real cum, princess,” geto’s button up shirt is pried open by now, trousers just barely pulled down below his hips because he has a lecture in about half n’ hour. though, he wanted your pussy all to himself and if 27 minutes was all he was granted, he was going to make full use of it. geto groans into your hair when your legs wrap around his middle and he’s reeling at how he’s been watching your videos for the longest time and yet, nothing compares to having you fall apart by his hands.

a quick glance to his watch tells him fifteen minutes, eyes flitting back to the squelch of your cunt around him and he smiles smugly at the whimpers he knows so well. he’s sure it’s imprinted on his brain by now but his dick still jumps at the many variations you’ve let out during the 27; he’d commit every single one to memory. “professor— s-shit!”

geto angles his hips up, the curve of his cock hitting that spot just right that your back arches and you let out a drawn out moan, “yes, baby?”

“w-wan’ your cum in me, suguru,” you’re pleading with a drunk little smile and your face is twisted into such pleasure he’s only seen through pixels that geto cums almost immediately with a pained laugh seeing the real thing, hips stilling as he fills you up, up, up to the brim with hot, white semen that geto feels embarrassed to climaxing so quickly. but what can he do? when his favourite camgirl and student asks to be bred, it’s only natural.

how could he possibly say no?

✶ NANAMI

“does that mean the poem is written from the cross’ perspective?” your hand shoots up in hopes of interpreting the text correctly, but also because, just maybe, that you wanted to impress a little someone at the front of the lecture theatre. beside you, you can hear the gasp of your friend along with the eyes of various other students. “sort of like— personification?”

nanami points to you with his glasses that he’s long removed, a small smile on his face. it’s not like you’re trying too hard, but of course you know your shit fairly well. you always have in every class, it was just a bonus you were so attractive that all nanami could think about was spreading your legs right on this desk. “yes, almost. anthropomorphism, something that was very common in poems or works written in old english.”

you were sceptical about professor nanami at first, especially since he was a lecturer who was transferred here from overseas only three months ago and is technically quarter of a white man, but he held command of the japanese language well enough for you to understand, both in speech and concepts. you were more interested in the lecturer himself though, piqued from the moment he explained his grandfather was danish and you turn to your friend, explains the blonde hair, doesn’t explain how he’s so insanely fine, giggling quietly to each other the first day.

as for your major, it was texts after story after poem, but you enjoyed it alongside giving your own input in class — something you knew would help your participation grades. you’ve raised your hand in more ways than one, always coming up at the end of lectures with a question, stopping him in hallways to show him the book you were currently reading. so that’s why you were confused when you were called to the front of the lecture theatre after everything’s over. it couldn’t be bad, right?

it wasn’t bad, it was much better, especially when nanami’s got your legs on either side of him on the lecture theatre desk while he takes his rightful place between your legs — somewhere he’s always longed to be. both the front and back doors are locked, with only your soft, muffled moans filling the room. but nanami has no shame, slurping up the juices that drip from your pussy loudly, possibly staining the desk below him. he’s cared before about the condensation of his drinks but when it comes to your sweet, sweet cunt? he doesn’t give one fuck.

“taste so good, sweetheart,” nanami moans wrapping a forearm around your thighs and just eats. he flicks his tongue over your clit, while the other hand goes up to squeeze at your tits, kneading and playing with them while you’re still at awe at the man on his knees, at how you’ve gotten one of the hottest professors in the university eating out of your pussy like it’s the last meal on earth.

you’re snapped out of your daze when nanami lands a few slaps onto your pussy, brown eyes boring holes into your skull. but this stare is different, as opposed to glaring down the mischievous boys who can’t stop making noise, this is…

“pay attention when i eat your little pussy, angel,” the demanding tone has you shivering, a small grin stifled when he nods in deserved approval and continues his assault. fingers slip in before you have time to react and your head is thrown back so hard it bumps against the wood but you don’t care, clamping down around his fingers. nanami’s pace is unforgiving, sucking hard on your clit while he pumps them in and out.

“feel good?” nanami asks through slurps as he catches your eye, licking one last stripe before gathering his saliva into a ball and he spits onto your clit, sight so lewd you clamp around his fingers. he admires how the way the glob of liquid runs down your cunt and mixes with your arousal that he can’t wait for it to be his cum instead.

“better than…” your voice trails off when he rubs in his spit, a thumb on your bud while he continues to move his fingers and your thighs are already trembling from how nanami knows all your sweet spots in such a short period of time. nanami simply chuckles at your sensitivity, meeting you halfway as you sit up to feel his lips against yours and he whispers against your lips—

“what were you gonna say, baby?”

you’re heaving for oxygen as he adds a third finger and you’re just hoping he’d show you his fucking dick already. hot breath fans across your lips and you smile to yourself seeing how your words affect him.

“better than fucking myself with my fingers thinkin’ it’s your cock, prof.”

✶ TOJI

it was nine in the morning, and toji could already feel a headache forming from the amount of absentees in his class, simply sighing before pulling up the details for today’s lecture, eyes unknowingly looking for you in the large lecture theatre. he finds that you’re already looking, clad in a cardigan and tired eyes — no doubt from trying to reach his deadline earlier than usual. toji found that you liked to do that, the first one to always submit your essays and assignments, so that’s why he knows what game you’re playing at when you’re asking the difference between first, second and third degree murder when you already know their definitions.

he would know — you got full marks the other time.

“hm?” toji only hums when he sees your enthusiastic face and a quick look down to your lower half shows how your legs spread naturally for him. the professor only licks his lips before he spots your underwear, entertaining you for now as you stare on earnestly, while nothing is actually entering your brain. that’s okay, though, you’re smart.

toji can count on one hand the amount of times you manage to catch him off guard, but he didn’t expect both of those times to be on the same day. it was a busy night at the club, trailing behind professor gojo, bored, until the clock hits 11 and the shift changes, some dancers retiring for the night whilst others make their way out. they emerge with pumps and skimpy outfits, but toji still hasn’t found someone worth wasting his loaded bank account on until you’re stepping out in a corset and garters and toji whistles lowly, eyes travelling up your person unforgivingly before he hears a small gasp.

his curiosity is piqued at the small noise, only to be greeted with your widened eyes and taut muscles at having seen your professor at the strip club you work at, but with a clap from somewhere backstage your body moves naturally into a professional stance, and perhaps a little more sluttily than other days.

your professor was hot, of course you would work twice as hard, twisting your body around the pole while you show off your assets — things you were covering just this morning in professor toji’s lecture. he taught criminology, a minor that you were trying out in your second year of uni and if it didn’t work, you’d drop it, but no matter how much you complained about the class, the green eyes that bore into yours in lectures always seem to ask you to stay. you never really knew whether he was looking at you or not.

at least now, you’ll make him.

toji’s hands tightened around the wad of cash he planned to waste tonight, all put on hold just from watching the way you put your body on display. he wouldn’t have imagined seeing you tonight at the strip club he let gojo drag him to, but he’s almost glad he’s here when you seem to be only dancing for him, all focus on the other patrons lost.

your eyes are still locked with toji’s, reminding you of the times in the lecture theatre where green was all you could see, a smile creeping on your face when one of your girlfriends behind you whispers that the man with the black hair and tight shirt wants a private session with you.

that’s all it took before you feel toji’s hands on your ass later in the private room, pulling you to his front with a smirk. “what’s a sweet girl like you doin’ here?”

you roll your eyes as you feign annoyance. your heart was pounding along with the music, finally being able to feel his toned body from the front., “cut the crap, prof. you booked me for a reason. what, here to talk about my grades or something?”

“what? can’t see my favourite student?” you scoff with a small smile.

“and how did you know i work here?”

“i didn’t, but seeing you work that pole,” toji grins, landing a smack on your butt before grinding his very obvious, large bulge on you and he’s loving the way it seemed to stimulate your clit, “i need ya to show me what i’ve been missing, mama.”

toji groans later while you’ve got his cock in his mouth, on your knees in front of him while you’re fisting the places you can’t reach. you take most of him easily, feeling the tip of his length reach the back of your throat. there, your eyes flick up to him, doe eyed and pleading. it isn’t long before you feel his hips bucking into your mouth and the cute twitch of his cock in your mouth, moaning around him as you knead his thighs, dragging him closer with what little strength you had.

“dirty fuckin’ slut, huh?” toji mumbles out breathlessly, tightening his grip around your hair before you start bobbing your head again, a plethora of lewd noises alongside the slurp of your saliva and his pre-cum mixing only makes your panties wetter and sends your cunt clenching around nothing. “who knew my cutest student was such a whore?” your head reels at the degradation, sucking in your cheeks even more while you slobber over him. toji swears under his breath when your tongue sweeps over his tip, collecting his pre-cum.

“it’s s’big in my mouth, professor,” giggling, you bob your head faster as the other’s noises increase in volume, and he’s left to tap the side of your skull, causing you to tilt your head in question. the vibrations of your moans has him grinding into your mouth, shutting you up until he’s cumming down your throat with a loud groan. toji spills so much into your mouth that you have to swallow twice, pulling on your jaw as you show him the remnants of the cum still on your tongue.

“’m sure they have it somewhere in the conduct about professors not having sexual relations with a student,” toji chuckles when he sees you peel off your underwear, eagerly wrapping his arms around your waist. “or even something about cutting corners to get your grades up…” it’s a little soft, trailing off when he feels you drag his tip along your pussy and he’s mesmerised with how your dripping folds accommodate him easily.

you pout in dramatics, thighs tightening around his when you take inch after inch of him before you’re bottoming out. there’s a deep sigh coming from you before you’re moving your hips lazily, a certain slur to your words that already show you’re drunk on your professor’s cock and toji only smiles.

“yeah, but my grades are perfectly fine,” you whisper with a small whine when toji squeezes your ass, something he never thought he’d get a taste of.

“plus, we’re not in the classroom now, are we, professor?”

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strwberri-milk · 3 days

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April Showers

Rafayel x Reader || Fluff, Cuddling || 1 112 words

In which the two of you indulge in some cuddles in the rain.

You thought you were used to all of Rafayel’s little eccentricities by now. As much as you loved him you could never determine which ones were from his upbringing as a Lumerian, or the fact that he’s rich beyond your wildest imagination with the self control of a toddler on a sugar high.

He’d been quite adamant for the last little while that you not wander out too far on his beachfront property. You’d seen the construction crews coming and going for quite some time now so you assumed that he was in the middle of some new art installation as per usual. You knew not to question his inspiration for it came as easily as it went.

Today you’d turned up at his house despite the pouring rain, Rafayel’s frenzied texts begging for your attention once more. It’s standard procedure – he acts like he’s about to drown without you being near him and then is perfectly fine once you’re there. You never mind, you never did. You liked having his attention on you, knowing that it’s a hot commodity.

“Rafa?” you call out to the empty house.

It’s darker than usual. Even if he was working with his studio’s lights off, you’d be able to find some source of light near a wet canvas. Rafayel always made sure that his colours were as accurate as possible. You ignore the rise of anxiety in your chest at the lack of his response, deciding to up the ante.

“Babe? Honey? Sweetheart? Love of my life?”

Usually, the sweeter your nicknames were for him meant he’d come barrelling down the hallway and bowl you over with the weight of his body. Now, no matter how hard you listen you can’t even hear the sound of his breath, deciding to brave the weather and step outside to see if he was on the beach.

Strangely enough, it seems whatever construction was being done was finished. You thought that the trucks were missing from his driveway due to the weather but the pristine sand and building you didn’t recognise proved differently. Rafayel wasn’t an architect as far as you were concerned so you doubt that this was meant for an exhibition of his, cursing his inability to buy umbrellas and braving the torrential downpour to head towards the marble pillars.

As you approach, you can’t help but be taken aback by the precision carved into the surface. Even if he didn’t construct it with his own two hands you knew that it had his artistry all over it, delicate patterns and sculptures attached to the smooth stone by him. You’re so enraptured by the works of art that you barely notice the lump laying on the cushioned space of the sunken gazebo.

Rafayel lays in the newly built space, listening to the sound of the rain and awaiting his knight in shining armour to come keep him company. He jolts a little as you slide in next to him having not heard you finally arrive at his side. His smile is bright enough to part the clouds for a moment, pulling you into his side and pressing a kiss to your wet cheek.

“You’re drenched. How did that happen?” he asks, your breaths mingling in the shared space.

“You were missing. I had to come find you and unfortunately, I can’t control the weather. What is this anyway? I didn’t know you were one for backyard barbeque sessions,” you tease, putting a cold arm around his waist.

“It’s a gazebo. I designed it and had it built. Thankfully they finished it early so now I get to enjoy it in the rain.”

“You’re so weird. Nobody looks forward to sitting in the rain like you do,” you say with a roll of your eyes.

“I told you already,” he says hotly without any ill will. “It doesn’t rain in the ocean. I’ll never get sick of the way it sounds, how I’ll never be able to capture it on camera, the way it feels on my skin. Just admit that you take it for granted and move on.”

“I do not take it for granted. I’m allowed to be grumpy right now anyway – I’m all cold and wet!”

Rafayel does feel a little bad for not warning you and you know he does by the shedding of his cardigan before he slowly peels off your wet shirt. You don’t mind the gesture, letting him button the soft fabric around your upper body as he pulls you back into his chest. He reaches blindly until finally locating a dry towel hidden in a compartment near the two of you, drying off your hair and draping it over your legs with a soft apology.

“I forgot to tell you to bring an umbrella. I got so lost in the sound of the rain that would have fallen asleep were it not for you sneaking into here next to me.”

You can’t be mad at him anyway, not when his voice takes on that wistful tone and you see the lost look in his eyes. He liked to run circles around you, pretend that he’s an open book when really, you’d only begun to scratch the surface of the man he is, not the one he wanted you to see. It evokes a sense of melancholy in you, burying your face in his neck and losing yourself in his presence.

“It’s alright. I’m not actually all that mad at you,” you reassure regardless, finally feeling the chilling bite of the rain ebb away.

“It’s romantic. Laying here with you and listening to the rain. If I didn’t already, I totally would have fallen in love with you.”

His soft laughter makes your heart flutter. You look up to meet his lavender-blue eyes bright with mirth as he gently noses against your cheek.

“Well, I’ll be sure to keep that in mind the next time we’re arguing,” he says playfully.

Normally, storms would make you nervous. The only thing that made you capable of driving over in the first place was the knowledge that Rafayel would be here to help sooth your anxiety. The thunder and lightning did nothing to help your already anxious mind from going a mile a minute but here in his arms, none of that mattered.

You rest your ear on his chest, letting the sound of his heartbeat amongst the scattered rain soothe you into a well needed sleep. Rafayel looks down at you affectionately when he realises you’ve gone limp on him. His hand rests by your ear, pinky gently stroking your cheek as he presses a kiss on the top of your head.

#love and deepspace #love and deepspace x reader #rafayel x reader #lads x reader #lads rafayel #rafayel love and deepspace

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elliesmainhoe · 1 year

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literally begging for more of the modernau!ellie x femreader (you're feminine)

Ellie Williams Headcanons: Feminine!Reader (modern!au)

Part 2 of this

Ellie adores how unashamed you are of being 'girly'

You dressed in typically 'girly clothes', you had 'girly hobbies' etc. Etc.

Said hobbies being the classic knitting, arts and crafts and reading

She absolutely loves when you infodump to her about your books.

Her stupid smile as you talk about a mystical fantasy or a cheesy sapphic romance.

Pottery dates

"C'mon Ells- were gonna be late!" You cried, holding onto her hand as you began to walk faster.

"The pottery studio is literally just round the corner princess" she said as you turned the bend, a pastel pink shop front with the words 'Polly's Pottery' written in gold across the window.

"C'mon, c'mon c'mon!" You giggled rushing into the studio, the bell chiming as you walked through the door.

You made a pastel pink bowl with little red strawberries all over it with sage green stems!

She made a space themed mug. Dark blue base and planets and stars scattered all over.

You gifted them to eachother afterwards <33

You have knitted Ellie a sweater. It was pink and definitely not her style. But she wears it with pride! ✊

Loves all the decor you buy.

The comparison of her industrial, grungy decoration and your bright neons, pastel cooky nik-naks.

Ellie is a MASTER at doing your hair.

Doesn't matter what hair type you have- she is willing to learn.

Face masks with Ellie.

Ellie was sitting down on the closed lid of the toilet as you brushed on a cool paste onto their face.

"This feels so fucking weird." She grimaced at the texture.

"Oh don't be such a baby" you teased and pecked her cheek, already sporting the same mask on your face.

Is your knight in shining armour.... When it comes to catching spiders that are threatening you.

You:

Baby 9:46pm

Come home rn 9:46pm

I'm scared 9:46pm

Ellie:

What's wrong baby? 9:49pm

I'm heading home as we speak 9:49pm

You:

We have an intruder 9:50pm

Ellie:

What? 9:50pm

Fuck baby! 9:50pm

You alright- what's the fucker look like. 9:50pm

You:

It has eight legs 9:51pm

It has hair on it Ellie. I CAN SEE THE BASTARDS HAIR. 9:51pm

She comes home and kills it for you 🥰

Then lectures you for making her so scared- she was one tap away from calling 911.

"I love you princess. But never ever pull that shit again"

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fayesia · 4 months

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Helloo!! If your not busy or have enough time, could you write an imagine from the husband!mike schmidt blurb? It was the third one, about reader going to the grocery store with a bunch of hickeys on her neck.

You had awoken much earlier than your husband, he was resting peacefully in a mass of white sheets and pillows after his long and gruelling night shift, meanwhile you got ready to run some errands. You put on a pair of bell bottom jeans as well as a cute checkered off the shoulder top, which showed off the crevice of your breast and your collarbones. After applying your makeup and jewellery, you fiddled with your wedding ring trying to remember where you put the car keys. Trying to quietly tip toe around the bed to retrieve your bag however Mike had woken up from his slumber.

“Oh looks like sleeping beauty has finally awoken”

“Don’t i need my knight in shining armour to kiss me for that”

“ah yes my apologies, let’s try it again then”

Giggling you watched as Mike closed his eyes again and waited for your lips to meet his. Leaning over you gently kissed him, about to pull away until he deepened it.

His tongue entered your mouth as you moaned against him, Mikes arms wrapped around your waist pressing you closer against his body. Holding onto you he sat up while you curled in his lap, his mouth travelling down the side of your neck straight to your weakest spot. Your moans growing increasingly louder when he started sucking and biting marks into your skin, just above your collarbone and across your chest. He pulled down the stretchy material of your top, brushing his mouth against the soft and supple skin of your breast, sucking more marks onto your perfect skin. He reached down to unbutton your jeans until your hands stopped him.

“unless you wanna drink water for dinner, you’ll have to wait until after my errands to do anything” Mikes mouth opened to retort but you were quick to stop him. “nope. no buts, now i better go before i get stuck in traffic, which will mean you’ll have to wait even longer before you see me.”

He slumped in defeat knowing that you were not one to argue with, instead gently kissing you and nodding his head to show he understood. Grabbing your bag you walked to the front door putting on your shoes and making your way into the bright summers day. Making the mistake of not looking in the mirror on the way out. Although would it really be a mistake?

Driving through the traffic and almost throwing hands with an old lady to find a parking space close to the grocery stores entrance, you made your way through the aisles as your trolley soon became more full. Consisting of ingredients for tonights dinner and snacks that Abby loved as well as some art supplies which she would be more than happy to see after getting home from school.

Heading over to the check out area you begin placing items on the moving conveyor belt. Looking up as you made eye contact with the cashier scanning your items, he couldn’t have been older than a college student, he offered a small awkward smile asking how you were. Politely responding, you hoped the conversation would end soon so that you could get home to Mike.

You felt eyes on you as you looked up watching the cashiers eyes rake you up and down, they stopped at your chest, not even wavering with shame as he read out the price. You pulled out your credit card, glaring at him as you payed, making sure you held your hand there long enough for him to notice your shiny bright diamond wedding ring. His eyes widened when he noticed, a sheepish smile plastered across his face, mouth opened as he stuttered to wish you a good day but you were already walking out of the grocery store doors to even bother replying.

Racing back to your car you were filled with rage at the absolute nerve of that man—no, boy, one can barely consider him to be a man. Looking into the mirror of your car while attempting to calm yourself your eyes took a double take at your neck, your mouth only widening further in shock once you saw your reflection. Numerous hickeys of colours varying from purple to red to pink were littered from the base of your neck to the top of your breast. Shaking your head you remembered Mikes antics from this morning, nonetheless it surely better have taught that cashier a lesson and you hoped it had bought him a lot of embarrassment as a result of letting his eyes wonder a bit too much. You knew once you told Mike about this he would never let you leave the house without at least marking you once, his way of making sure everyone know that you are his.

His girl, his woman, his wife.

~unedited~

#josh hutcherson #mike schmidt #fnaf #fnaf movie #mike schmidt imagine #mike schmidt x reader #imagine #oneshot

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0oolookitsme · 20 days

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"Knight in the shining armour"

This is short, and kinda bad. But I've finished a fic I began writing for the first time in the whole month of March (we're lowkey in April now sooo) so I hope that you don't mind this shit-cliche too much <3

Verse - Footballer!Harry x Art Director!Y/n

Word Count - 1.2k

Warnings - Cuss words, a slur, one little hit to the jaw (literally the whole fic in three little warnings helpp-)

Harry and Y/n are at a party and everyone's enjoying their time until comes in a dude who can neither take no for an answer, nor register the fact that he's just been warned.

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Everyone had somehow fit on the three sofas in the living room of some dude's, whom Y/n didn't know, party. She'd come here with Harry, just to get away from all of her projects and assignments, and loosen up a bit -- spend some time with Harry and play some games.

Though she wasn’t actually playing any games, she was still enjoying. Cheering with everyone each time Harry scored. She didn't exactly plan on drinking alcohol, considering she had classes early in the morning the next day and had to give a presentation. And still, she stole a couple sips from Harry's red plastic cup every time he handed it to her to play his turn.

A blue drink sloshed around in her cup as everyone roared loudly when Harry scored another point in the ping-pong. She had taken one sip of it, and she just knew that it was close to going stale, somehow. With a big smile on her mouth, she leaned into Harry's side to press a kiss to his cheek, which landed on his ear lobe instead, making the two of them laugh.

When someone bumped into her and apologised right after, her eyes strayed from Harry for a second. She passed the chick a smile and let her go on. And then her eyes landed on a guy standing in the crowd, looking at her with a look she couldn't quite read.

Feeling like she knew him somehow, she settled her gaze back on the game that was still in Harry's favour. She was still a little tense when the realisation sunk in her -- it was Izac. The guy she'd turned down when he'd drunkenly asked her out for sex. He seemed to have taken the rejection well enough and Y/n had moved back to her friend group.

But right now, as he looked at her intently, Y/n had a feeling that maybe he had something to say. Her eyes wandered over to him for the second time and they came in contact with him again, this time his smile making them shrink a little.

Just out of politeness, Y/n smiled back and before she could turn away, he began moving towards her.

Dread settled in her because she didn't have the desire to talk to anyone right now. She just wanted to keep it shut and peacefully watch the game as jazzy blues played in the background. Still, she put on a welcoming face.

"Hi," he greeted and cheered his cup with both of the cups in her hands, causing her to crack an embarrassed smile.

"It's Harry's," she explained shortly, almost fully turned towards Izac now, and by some miracle, Harry turned to see why she'd mentioned his name, almost knocking down his drink in her hand when his arm bumped with the back of her elbow.

"Why don't we go somewhere quieter? It's a little too crowded here," Izac suggested, pulling her attention back onto him.

"Ah, I think it's good enough." She disagreed and before he could persist, she continued. "How's Leah?" She dared to ask about his girlfriend that Y/n solely knew the name of.

"She's good, yeah," he shrugged a little tensely, almost as if he hadn't expected Y/n to have known about her. Maybe she was just reading into it a little too much.

"I came here to apologise actually, about the last time we met," he said while actively pretending to get a little awkward, clearly lying about his purpose behind approaching her.

"Oh no, that's fine -- I'd mostly forgotten about it," she laughed lightly, faking it still.

"I should've asked you properly, y' know? Sober and all," he quickly uttered out, catching Y/n off guard.

What? She looked at him to see if she'd said that outloud and it seemed like she hadn't. "Oh," was all she said, as she took a sip out of her cup and flinched in distaste. She’d drunk from her own cup.

"I -- yeah. I genuinely think we'd be extremely compatible in bed," he smirked, rubbing the back of his neck on seeing the blank look on Y/n's face.

She swallowed dryly, still quite in shock. "You don't even know me," she mentioned flatly, having quit the politeness because he clearly wasn't reciprocating it. "Plus, you're in a relationship -- not that I would've agreed to this even if you weren't."

"She doesn't have to know about this, you know, Leah," he tried again. "It'll just be for a night. Like, give it a shot, c'mon," he urged her, moving a step closer.

"Izac, back off,” She said firmly. “And no, I won't have sex with you," taking a step back, she added. And now, she could feel Harry's arm against her back.

She felt his breath nearing the back of her neck just in time for Izac to let out a hollow chuckle and begin walking away.

"Fuckin’ slut," he called her, and Y/n was about to snap when she felt Harry's arm snake around her waist.

"Watch your mouth," she heard him spit behind her, now moving to stand beside her.

Izac turned around, a lazy smile on his face, like he was a friend. "Don't bother man. Sluts like her --"

Harry's fist collided with his jaw, cutting him off. He inhaled sharply as Izac groaned in pain, holding his jaw while crouching – he might have broken it.

"Dare you call any girl, let alone her,” he pointed his thumb towards Y/n, “that thing again and I won't mind breaking a couple other bones," he warned, his voice having gone so low throughout the scene that probably only the five people standing closest to him heard him clearly.

And as Izac was ushered off to a bathroom, Y/n intertwined her hand through Harry's and took them outside. She could feel something wet and sticky on his knuckles as she grazed her thumb over it, his arm a little stiff. It surely hurt.

“You didn’t have to do that,” she began. “I was going to bite right back.”

Harry sighed beside her, knowing that she was right, he didn’t have to do it. “But I wanted to,” he confessed.

“I just couldn’t believe that that dog said it again after being fucking warned. Like the fact that he said it even once had made my anger boiling,” he said with an angry frown in between his eyebrows, getting agitated again.

Looking up from the concrete road, Y/n turned to look him in the eyes, waiting for him to do the same. “It’s okay. And, thank you,” she smiled, pressing a kiss on his cheek that had dug out its dimples again.

“Of course,” he murmured, pressing his mouth somewhere near her hairline and hissed in pain when she accidentally squeezed his bruising hand.

“What?” Coming to a halt with his hand still in hers, Y/n briskly squeezed it again as she continued – “Is this knight in shining armour’s hand beginning to hurt?” She mocked him, cackling when he shrieked again and holding onto his torso for support as her body went limp because of laughing so hardly.

Shaking his hand out of her grip, Harry pushed his hair away from his forehead. “I’m done being your boyfriend,” he mumbled, a laugh escaping his lips when his girlfriend only threw her head back to laugh harder.

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adragoninshiningarmour · 1 year

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The last fanart that I'll be posting here, again by DeusQueen, who I'm incredibly grateful to for drawing these.

Check the original: https://www.deviantart.com/deusqueen/art/Dorbickmon-x-Examon-941180197

An incredibly cute shipping pic of the two ADiSA dragon boys, Examon and Dorbickmon. The Emperor and the Tyrant. ;)

#Digimon #Royal Knights #Examon #Dorbickmon #A Dragon in Shining Armour #adisa #Holy War #fan art

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cloudiewrites · 5 months

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Zoro dating headcanons? Maybe where they are sorta ljke the grumpy x sunshine duo?

OPLA! Zoro Dating Headcanons

Author's note: I love this request so much, I am such a sucker for the grumpy x sunshine trope! x Hope you enjoy! credit to the artwork below: "The Art of Thor: Love and Thunder"

When you and Zoro first got together, it was a surprise for everyone.

Sure, you had a crush on him since the moment you joined the crew and you have always been open about your feelings, but nobody expected for Zoro to return them back... at least not so soon.

Zoro has always been quiet and stoic man, who valued discipline, strength and peace. He is always trying his best to stay out of trouble, despite this being a nearly impossible mission with having Luffy as captain.

You, on the other hand, are loud, energetic and always causing chaos. Your curiosity and unfiltered mouth often get you in dangerous situations, from which the swordman has to get you out of.

Despite finding your reckless behaviour annoying at first, it did became the reason he fell for you. Maybe because it felt good to be your knight in shining armour who was always there to save the day or maybe because following you in your adventures made him feel as if he can see the world in a new light through your eyes... It was unclear how and why it happened, but when he fell in love, he fell hard.

Zoro is extremely protective. Maybe a little bit overbearing at times. He knows you have tendency to act before you think and your close friendship with Luffy, who was full of bad ideas, was just another reason why he always felt he had to keep an eye on you.

Despite this he is not big fan of PDA. He will stay close to you, maybe even touch your shoulder or back when no one is looking, but he won't be very affectionate, especially when they are people around.

That, of course, does not stop you from seeking to be close to him every chance you get. Jumping on his back, wrapping your arms around his neck, pepping his whole face with kisses, while he groans in annoyance, holding his hand - every time you are near him, you have to be touching him.

He likes to pretend he is irritated with your antics, but he secretly loves having you so close to him. That's why he also never pushes you away.

He is not a big sharer, but he is a good listener. He can listen to you talk for hours (which given your chatty personality is not a hard task). When you decide to ask him questions, though, expect one or two worded answers.

With that being said, you need to be patient with him. I imagine you would have some experience with love and previous relationship, but this is all new to him. Every emotion, every thought, every desire is new and he is still figuring it out how to deal with it all.

He does find comfort in the fact that you are very open and honest person. Whatever you think, you say without even processing it first. He finds this comforting, as he never has to wonder what you think or how you feel.

Your honesty does sometimes put him in uncomfortable positions though... "Damn, Zoro, you are looking so fine with these swords! I wonder if you want to show me the fourth sword in private later-" "Y/N, please, we are literally in the middle of a fight."

He does get easily embarrassed and you DO enjoy making him embarrassed. Either calling him cute nicknames or making flirty comments, you know the way to make this man's face redder than a tomato.

Despite your differences, this man would literally die for you. Everything with you is new to him and while it may sound cheesy, you do make him a better man. With you, he is exploring a softer, more gentler side, that he never even knew was there.

#opla imagine #opla zoro #zoro x reader #roronoa zoro x reader #opla zoro x reader

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bucketsofmonsters · 2 years

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Ace in the Hole

cw: sensory deprivation, gambling, drinking, vaginal penetration, oral sex, nonhuman genitalia, tentacles, slight degradation

male shadow monster x afab reader

Some beautiful art of the main character

Word count: 4k

You wouldn’t be surprised if you were the worst poker player in the world.

Not that that fact ever stopped you. Here you were, every other weekend, with all the spending money you could spare, losing all of it every time. You considered the money a sunk cost. You knew you’d lose it all, just like you did twice a month.

One would think you’d learn over time, become a better player. Maybe you would have if you weren’t so distracted by the dealer.

You were always at his table. You knew you’d probably have better odds elsewhere but he was half the reason you came here. More than half, if you were being honest with yourself.

You’d come in with your money that you’d already written off and draw out the game for as long as possible.

Nocturne had always been your favorite dealer, without a doubt. On the odd occasion your friends came they would move around the tables more than you ever did and sometimes fawn over various workers, but your attention never wavered.

He was a shadowy figure, a little taller than you although you weren’t certain how solid his form actually was. Tendrils of shadow shifted off of him absentmindedly as he worked, forming and dissipating, occasionally helping him handle cards or chips.

The shadow was more playful than the rest of the dealers, teasing you when you lost, which was often. It almost made the defeat sting less as you handed your money off to whoever the lucky player happened to be that night.

On the odd game you did win, he’d started giving you compliments about how maybe you were actually improving. You knew they were usually just setups for later teasing but they made your heart flutter nonetheless.

Today, you weren’t getting any compliments, set up for teases or otherwise. In fact, you were burning through chips even faster than usual, your dealers shadowy tendrils sweeping them away, losing hand after hand.

The other players were unfortunately not always as charming as your dealer was. Tonight was particularly difficult. The patron to your left seemed intent on hitting on you and refused to take the hint that you weren’t interested. You had half a mind to get up and move tables and god knows it took a lot for you to do that.

Nocturne was pretty good at shutting them down. That was what had drawn you to his table initially, one of your friends had told you about the dashing shadow man who had saved her from some creep and you’d decided that you’d had nothing better to do, you might as well go see this knight in shining armour.

It didn’t take long before you were smitten with him too. You refused to tell said friend about your bimonthly trips here, knowing she’d get smug about it.

You folded again, ceding the game as you looked down at your abysmal cards. It just wasn’t your night.

“Rough hand,” he said, one of his shadowy tendrils already coming to sweep your cards and chips away from you.

The man next to you muttered, “I’ll show you rough,” clearly and intentionally loud enough that you could hear it.

You grimaced at the crude comment, quietly picking up your new cards and refusing to dignify his words with a response.

One of the tendrils lazily drifting off of the shadow flicked in annoyance as he dealt out the next hand.

“All in.” The guy stared right at you as he made his bet, clearly posturing and not caring that you weren’t interested.

You declined, dropping out of the hand you definitely would have lost anyways. At least this way you still had chips to play with, although admittedly not many.

And then he flipped the cards. It was a good hand. Not a winning hand, but a good one nonetheless. You wouldn’t have gone all in on it but you never went all in, it was counterintuitive to your goal of sitting quietly at the table and admiring the dealer.

The second he realized he’d lost, his cards and chips were gone, his place at the table completely empty as Nocturne pulled them away, clearly eager to be rid of the man.

“Tough luck, better luck next time bud.”

You heard the man muttering expletives to himself as he left and you shot Nocturne a grateful look. He was impossible to read considering he had no visible features on his face, more a silhouette than anything, but you liked to think he’d understood your gratitude.

But with no real way to tell, you picked up your new hand of cards and prepared to lose another round.

A few hands later, you had lost all your chips and left the table after lingering for just a bit too long. Normally you headed right home, not having much to do in the casino other than hover around your favorite shadow monster but tonight you decided to hit the bar. It had been a long week, you’d earned a drink or two.

You ordered something light, content to just sip at it as you looked absentmindedly around the casino, letting your mind wander.

You were brought out of your quiet daydreams by the sounds of arguing right next to you. As you turned, you saw the guy from earlier with your favorite dealer standing between you and him.

You tuned in mid conversation, just barely catching what the belligerent man was saying as he tried to push past Nocturne.

“-just wanted to buy them a drink, nothing wrong with that.”

Nocturne was unmoving. “You’ve clearly had too much to drink yourself, I think you should leave the bar now.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about, I’m feeling just fine.”

“Listen, leave now and I won’t have you banned, alright?”

He rolled his eyes. “Whatever, it’s not worth it anyways.” The guy stormed off, clearly upset but not quite willing to pick a fight with the shadow, leaving just the two of you in his wake. Nocturne’s shoulders were tense, clearly still wound up from the interaction as he hissed out, “asshole,” under his breath. He turned to see you looking up at him, wide-eyed, from your chair.

“Sorry about him,” he said, visibly relaxing as he saw the worried look plastered across your face, “he’s been a nuisance all night.”

“No need to apologize, I should be thanking you for stepping in.”

He dismissed your words with a quick shake of his head. “Someone needed to tell him to get lost. Shame it wasn’t you, I was kind of hoping you’d snap at him.”

“That’s not really my style.”

“No, I guess it isn’t. You’re pretty quiet, it's sweet. Still, he would’ve deserved whatever you might’ve done.”

You couldn’t help but get flustered at the fact that he’d been picking up on your habits, let alone him calling you sweet. “Well, thank you anyways.”

You thought that’d be the end of it, that he’d just walk off, but instead he pulled out the chair next to you and sat. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest. You’d never actually had a real conversation with the man and felt woefully unprepared.

“You’re here pretty often aren’t you?”

You felt your face heat at the question. It felt more like an accusation, although his tone was as playful as ever.

“Yeah, I guess.”

He chuckled. “I was worried you’d stop coming with how you’ve been doing. Do you lose that bad at everyone’s table or just mine?”

You blurted out, “I don’t play anyone else’s table,” before you could think.

His head cocked to the side, his curiosity clear despite his difficult to read face, made of the same shifting shadows as the rest of him.

“I’m only here every other week, what do you do when I'm not here?”

You sighed, well aware that you’d been caught. “I don’t come.”

He let out a faint laugh. “Looks like we’re on the same schedule then. What’re the odds?”

“Yeah. Crazy coincidence.” You could tell neither of you believed your little excuse but you were glad he wasn’t pushing, you knew you would’ve crumbled immediately.

“You know, one would think you’d get better at poker over time but you don’t seem to be improving, might want to try another game.”

You laughed. “I’ve thought about it. I know I’m garbage at the game but I like poker.”

“What about someone else’s table then? Maybe I’m unlucky.” You could tell he was teasing you, testing how far you would go.

“I don’t think that’s true. I like your table.”

“Good. I like having you there. You always run out so quickly though, I never get the chance to talk to you after. I should thank you sometime, you’re my most loyal customer.”

“There’s no need to thank me, I just like playing with you. At your table, I mean.” You were barely making sense at this point. Frankly, you were just glad you hadn’t made a complete fool of yourself yet.

He thought for a minute, clearly sizing you up before he spoke. “I could teach you, you know.”

“What?”

“To play better. Maybe that way you won’t lose every hand. I wouldn’t want to lose my most loyal customer because they got discouraged. Besides, you're so sweet, never cause any problems, the best player a dealer could wish for, you’ve earned a lesson or two.”

“I won’t stop coming even if I keep losing.”

“Sweet even now. Let me teach you anyway?”

You managed to squeak out an “Okay” which was a minor miracle.

“Alright.” He stood up and began to walk away, leaving you sitting uncertain behind him. He turned, his shadowy face unreadable but his head cocked to the side. “Are you coming?”

Now? This had escalated very quickly. You thought back to what he’d said, about you running off too quickly. Had he wanted to do this before? Talk to you and invite you home? You quietly cursed yourself for not staying sooner to find out.

You hopped up from your seat and chased after him as he left, not wanting to get left behind as he led the way, leaving your barely started drink sitting at the bar.

This was admittedly ill advised. But to be fair, it wasn't like he was a complete stranger, you had been talking to him regularly for months and months, even if it was just at the table. You trusted him, you decided as you trailed behind him back to his apartment that he’d told you was nearby. As ill advised as that trust might be you couldn’t help it.

He invited you inside his apartment and you sat on the edge of his couch, uncertain of how the evening was going to go. As you watched Nocturne, he sat next to you and pulled a deck of cards seemingly out of nowhere.

“You’re not supposed to bring your work home with you, you know,” you said.

“Don’t worry, I don’t make a habit of it, only when my cutest customer needs some lessons.”

That was it. You were certain you couldn’t get any more flustered. You could feel your heart hammering in your chest, still half convinced that you must be dreaming.

He dealt the cards to you just as naturally as he did at the table. You couldn’t help but stare at his hands as he flicked cards between them effortlessly. You knew he was showing off so you didn’t even bother to try and hide your staring which seemed to amuse him.

He let you look at your cards and you were uncertain as to what you were meant to be doing. Ultimately, you spent most of the time staring at him and completely ignoring your cards when his hand fell on your knee.

As soon as he touched you, your vision blacked out.

It was massively disorienting. You knew that this was what happened when you touched any shadow creature, some old evolutionary trait they used to hunt prey that they couldn't control, but you'd never experienced it before.

His hand rested on you patiently, waiting for you to gather your bearings or to push him off. You opted for the former, slowly adjusting to your newfound lack of sight.

Eventually, his patience wore out. “Play the hand.”

“I don’t know what cards I have,” you stuttered. You could practically hear the blood rushing in your ears as your heart raced, the pressure from his hand the only thing you could focus on.

“You're trying to learn to play and you’re not even keeping track of your cards?”

“I was distracted.”

You could hear him snicker, his grip on your knee tightening slightly. “I’m sure you were. No wonder you keep losing, maybe this will help you stop staring at me and actually play the game.”

Somehow, his firm grip on your leg was not helping you focus. His touch was all you could think about, despite him listing off your cards to you, much closer than he’d been before.

His hand drifted up to cover your eyes, as if your sense of sight wasn't already entirely severed just from his touch. “Half the time you lose it seems like you don’t even remember what you have, you know. Maybe if you spent less time looking at me with those big, sweet eyes you’d actually be able to play a competent game.”

“Odd teaching technique,” you managed to squeak out, trying to cut the tension in the air with a joke and decidedly failing.

“It seems to be working for you.”

“I still don't even remember my cards.”

“You know that's not what I’m talking about.”

He listed off your cards again, his hand covering your eyes. You didn’t remember any of it. No matter how hard you tried you just couldn’t focus. “You’re a worse student than you are player.” At the sound of the mockery in his tone, you couldn’t help but push your thighs together, hoping he didn’t notice the gesture.

“You’re very distracting, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

And then his lips were on yours. You sunk into the kiss, the cards dropping from your hand to the floor, immediately forgotten, and your eyes falling shut, despite the fact that you’d already been robbed of your sight.

You parted your lips for him, letting his tongue explore your mouth. It felt not unlike the tendrils that you could feel brushing against you, the ones you’d been staring at for so many months.

The kiss was desperate. Before long, your clothes were being pulled off frantically. You were helping him as best you could in between kisses, quickly being left in only your underwear as he pressed you into the couch.

He pulled away and you could feel his gaze on you as you sat in the dark, desperate for more.

“I’d guessed you had a little crush on me but I didn’t know you were only playing at my table. Do you get all pretty just to come and see me?”

You let out a whine, unable to form words and he laughed at you.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

You felt the shadowy tendrils begin to extend from him. One curled around your ankle, slowly wrapping all the way up your leg, feeling longer than you’d ever seen them before. How many could he even make? Surely there must be some end, but the further they ensnared you the more it felt like they must be infinite, how else could they feel this all encompassing. As they finally finished their meandering journey up to your thighs, you felt them pull your legs apart, forcing you open. Your eyes opened to no avail, you were still shrouded completely in darkness.

He tore your underwear, or maybe he cut it, you couldn’t tell, all you knew was he was eager to get to you and you couldn’t care less about the state of your underwear right now.

Nocturne took advantage of your newly freed core immediately as his legs slotted between yours, still pinned open for him. You could feet another tendril pushing against you, this one not growing and snaking around you like the rest, instead sitting where his dick would be.

You wondered if he could feel things through his tendrils, if it felt the same as sex would for a human. Or maybe he just got off on watching you squirm and come undone beneath him.

Your hips jerked forwards, begging for friction, but the tendrils wrapped around your legs, as well as a new one snaking slowly around your waist, held you firmly in place.

He tutted at you, shaming you for your desperation. “You're normally so well behaved for me, I touch you and you lose all your manners? Ask nicely.”

“Please,” you choked out and mercifully, that seemed to be enough. He thrust inside of you and you couldn’t help but let a cry escape from you as he did, his mouth immediately crashing into yours to smother the noise.

He must be able to control it because you felt the tendril inside you flicking to hit that perfect spot inside of you, your back arching up as it did.

You could barely keep track of all the places you were being touched, hands and tendrils covering you. Occasionally he would drop down to kiss you and you when he did you clung to him like he was your lifeline.

Then something else brushed against your lips, something you quickly identified as another one of his seemingly endless tendrils.

“Open up for me,” he said, his voice coming out strained as he clung to your sides, his thrusts getting more and more erratic.

You let your mouth open and immediately the tendril pushed inside, filling your mouth. You moaned around it as the tendrils holding you down tightened and the ones inside of you curled. You rubbed your tongue over the bottom of the one in your mouth and you could hear what sounded almost like a whine escape him, immediately feeling pride rush through you that you’d been able to pull the noise from him and repeating the action.

He didn’t last much longer than that, his pace becoming punishing as he neared his climax, you hurtling towards yours as well.

Another tendril moved to rub your clit, or maybe it had already been there. It was hard to tell at this point. You had a feeling that this would be disorienting even if you could see but in the darkness you felt mindless, unable to focus on anything but what you were feeling.

You finally reached the edge, you back arching up into him, fighting against the control of your writhing bindings as pleasure burnt through you, clenching down around him as wave after wave hit you. If you thought that you were barely able to think before, now you were entirely gone, lost in the sensation.

As your orgasm began to fade and sensitivity started to take over, he thrust into you one final time and you could feel him come, your mouth and your cunt filling with the sticky substance as he came inside of you. You swallowed it, feeling the tendril flex as your throat constricted before it pulled out of you.

As you came to, you realized he hadn’t come just in your cunt and your mouth, but out of every tendril that had been wrapped around you. Your upper thighs took the brunt of it, an absolute mess left behind. You still couldn’t see but you could imagine what you looked like based off of the sensations alone.

A fond chuckle escaped him as your bindings unwound. “I made a real mess of you. Come on, let's get you in the shower.”

You could barely stand and so instead his arm fell over your shoulders while a tendril snaked around your waist, holding you steady as he walked you to the bathroom, removing the minimal clothing that was left over.

Your mind was slower on the recovery than your limbs were, regaining the ability to stand long before the ability to think returned. He didn't seem to mind. Even after your ability to stand properly came back, he kept you pressed up against him, head resting on his chest and his arms and shadowy tendrils keeping you safe as you showered in the pitch black than had started to become comforting.

After the showder he gave you a towel so you could dry off, leaving you to do the same and for the first time since this had all begun, you could see again. You gave yourself a once over in the mirror and saw quickly that you indeed looked like a bit of a mess. You couldn’t seem to shake the dazed look in your eyes.

Just as quickly as your sight had returned it was gone again. The second you were back in arms reach his hands were on you again, thumb brushing over your cheek.

“You going to stay the night?”

“If that’s alright.” Despite everything, you still felt shy around him, not wanting to impose.

“Of course it’s alright. Honestly, I’d rather you did.”

Despite his eagerness to have you stay, he seemed kind of distant as you settled into the bedroom, keeping his distance from you as you both laid down.

“Is everything alright?” You were worried you’d done something wrong, said something and messed this up.

He quickly shook his head, dismissing your fears. “It’s just that sometimes people are off put by the whole not being able to see thing, I figured I’d give you your space.”

“Oh.” You weren’t sure how to respond to that. You supposed it was a little disorienting, but you didn’t want him pulling away from you and thinking that you didn’t like it so you put your nervousness aside and piped up. “It’s not off putting to me. I kind of like it, it’s hot and like… safe? I guess? I don’t know, there’s something kind of comforting about it. So you don’t have to keep your distance. If you don’t want to, that is.” You were stumbling over your words a little but you managed to get the sentiment out and that was what counted.

Per usual, he seemed to find your nervousness very amusing. He grabbed your arm and pulled you over so you were basically laying on top of him, his arms and a tendril or two surrounding you. “How did you get so cute?”

You managed a shrug, already drifting off in the darkness. “I dunno, I just am.”

After a moment of consideration, he spoke again, his words sounding very intentional, like he’d really thought them through. “You know, you're god awful at poker, you're going to need a lot more lessons if you ever want to get better at this.”

You snorted. “Oh please, I'm hopeless, I don’t think I’ll ever get better.”

“We’ll never know if we don’t try.” Somehow, despite his words, you imagined you were going to be playing a lot less poker than normal in the coming weeks.

“My knight in shining armor, thanks for all the help.”

“Anything for my favorite customer.”

#terato #terato writing #teratophillia #monster x reader #monster x human #monster boyfriend #monster bf #shadow monster #shadow monster x reader #I've been in a real shadow monster mood lately #love them

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draculas-curse · 4 months

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Meta Knight loves to fight.

If there is one thing that he cannot go without, could never go without, then it is the rush of combat. The adrenaline that pours through him like a tidal wave, the fervour with which he swings his blade, it is everything; his crew, his Halberd, his duty and his homeland, in truth they all pale in importance next to the thrill of a relentless battle frenzy.

This is something that, even through shining glass, through beams of refracted light, through the crystal clear reflection of a gold-trimmed and glittering mirror, is left unfiltered. Dark Meta Knight loves to fight, because Meta Knight loves to fight. He knows this and he can accept this. It is sensible. A reflection must be accurate to the original visage, no? And if not in appearance, scarred and battered instead of immaculate and glowing, then at least in spirit there should be a perfect core that remains.

Dark Meta Knight likes to draw.

He sits in the sunlight, bathing in the warmth of his armour, surrounded by tentative allies sent for by the stars, and clutches a crayon in one fist. His dexterity is not quite as incredible with an implement of the arts as it is with an implement of violence. This does not matter, because when he scrawls across the paper, with too-tight grip and too-harsh force, the wonky lines he manages do not garner him any jeering. Instead, the fairy oohs and aahs over how passionately he's recreated his sword, and politely, the little artist advises him on how to put less strain on both himself and the crayon the next time he tries. Dark Meta Knight does not mind imperfections, really.

Meta Knight does not like to draw. He avoids picking up a pen or pencil whenever possible, and when he is forced to, he makes the experience quick. If Dark Meta Knight is so bold as to assume why, and he is, this is because Meta Knight is not good at drawing. Of course, neither is he. Not by a professional metric. Flawless swordsmen, but terrible illustrators. The reflection is accurate once again. However, Meta Knight cannot bear imperfections. He is always on a quest of improvement, and avoids that which he is not undefeated in. If his armour breaks, is marked, if he loses a chip off his pauldron or mask, he repairs it with the utmost haste.

Perhaps a reflection is similar, but not exact. Sometimes the mirror is smudged, or cracked. Sometimes it reflects backwards or sideways. Sometimes water will ripple across the clear lake. Dark Meta Knight can and has defeated Meta Knight. If he were truly a complete, perfect reflection, they would be too evenly matched for a victor. There are a million little other flaws. Meta Knight likes the idea of fairness, Dark Meta Knight doesn't bother with it. Meta Knight is perhaps slightly more upstanding than he, less inclined to villainy; though only slightly, Dark Meta Knight thinks, remembering through a cloudy lens how the Halberd once sank into the orange sea. In the end, the dark knight couldn't care much less. He is glad when the next time he sketches out the image of his weapon, the edges are a little more clean.

Meta Knight probably wishes for a true, unfiltered reflection, with no idiosyncrasies of its own. Dark Meta Knight doesn't see why he should seethe over minor details that get lost where the light misses crevices in the glass. Then again, he might just be spiteful because Dark Meta Knight trapped him in the shards of that very same mirror to see what it would be like on the other side of it. That would be a bit fairer, and Meta Knight likes to be fair.

But Meta Knight really, really loves to fight, more than anything else.

Dark Meta Knight puts the crayon down for now, nods when his fellows wave him goodbye, and turns to meet the yellow gaze burning holes into his back, brandishing his silver sword. Dark Meta Knight also really, really loves to fight, more than he likes to draw.

For the record, even if he won't go mad over it, Dark Meta Knight also still very much likes to win.

#kirby ficlet #kirby series #dark meta knight #meta knight #its 4 am :D

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jinkiezzsstuff · 2 months

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Knight

Emily x male!reader

this was requested by @wfig123 and the request was: “can you do Emily x male!reader where Emily becomes a fallen angel and ends up with Valentino, but reader saves her and he takes care of her”. They also drew art to go with this request which is so cute! <3 Their art is added below t

Summary: Emily coudlnt sit silently and watch heavens cruelty once Adam was gone, after a fight with Sera nothing could be done when the hellfire sucked her down. And just as Emily’s hope lifted with Charlie finding her, it dropped again when she got snatched up, luckily you like playing knight in shining armour

Warnings: Valentino and his crew, bad explanations of action sorry gang lmao, kinda disney-esque saviour stuff, kidnapping, swearing, sexual harassment, Emily is portrayed as meek, male reader, no physical description except the reader has lightning powers like last request. NOT PROOFREAD alrighty lads lemme know what i missed :))

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It was an unfortunate state of events for Emily, one minute she’s being guided by Sera, then she finds out her guide, the one she adored most, lied to her. Charlie opened Emily’s eyes to world she never knew existed and the goodness in her heart wouldn’t allow Charlie to fight the battle alone, especially knowing that those were human souls, just like they had in heaven, she had to believe.

Emily had pestered Sera since Charlie left, and when the extermination happened, Emily couldn’t just stand by as Lute returned single handed, uh, literally. Emily had what could only be described as a mental breakdown paired with an identity crisis. She screamed at Sera about how angels were the symbol of love, peace and that the exterminations are everything but that. Not to mention it brought forth a catalyst of problems, with Lutes missing arm, and Adam seemingly dead, it wouldn’t be long until the whole of heaven heard of what’s become. Emily’s emotional outburst caused catastrophe, as the portals opened to pull Emily down all Sera could do was stand aside watching the hellfire grip and pull her down, Emily screaming for Sera to help her, to do something.

And just like that Sera had backstabbed Emily a second time, or was it a third? Landing harshly in the smog, and ashes, Emily coughed, her wings burning her dress tattered. Physically she didn’t change but her halo had fallen and horns curled out of her hair. Overwhelmed with emotions, Emily curled into herself in the dilapidated alleyway, unsure of what to do from here on out. After another good cry, Emily pulled herself off the ground, hair tattered, dress dirty and feeling the worst she’d ever felt. It was like falling into heaven took the clouds from her eyes so she could see things as they really are, and as much as she hated the feeling, she preferred to know.

That’s when it hit her, the reason she originally fell, Charlie, the hotel, safety. With new motivation Emily pulled herself off the ground beginning to walk towards the open streets. Eyes jumping from demon to demon, brick building to brick building, it was surprisingly advance and the demons looked less grisly, like she originally imagined.

If anything it looked like a crueller heaven, which she supposes shouldn’t be a surprise considering Lucifer was drone heaven originally. Stumbling through the streets, many demons could tell she was fresh meat by the way she carried herself, it was very skittishly, something that screamed victim.

Wringing her hands together, she went to ask some lady demons, who looked kind, where the hotel resided. However before she could a gasped sounded out behind her, turning on her heel Emily barely had time to catch her footing when Charlie crashed into her, giving her a organ crushing hug. “Oh my goodness Em! My dad got a message from the Seraphim! We were so worried there’s been a search out all day!” Charlie exclaimed, pulling away to inspect the fallen angel. Emily began to tear sniffling at the thought of people looking out for her, it was much kinder when people were willing to risk themselves for you.

Wiping away tears sheepishly, Emily shot Charlie a kind smile. “Thank you so much Charlie, I- it’s been so scary, I don’t know what i would have done without you.” Emily says meaningfully, giving Charlie a warm look.

“Cmon, let’s head back to the hotel so we can call everyone back.” Following close behind Charlie, Emily slumped twiddling her fingers as she walked down the hectic streets. Across the way a demon screams for mercy, before a shot rings out making Emily jump. “Is it, uh, always like this?” She asked meekly, not entirely sure of what she wanted the answer to be. Smiling Charlie nodded looking a little embarrassed at the fact. “Yeah, i mean some of these souls don’t deserve what they get, which is why stronger, and more violent demons go after them. Like that poor guy.” Charlie ushered Emily away with a guiding arm behind her back.

Pulling out her phone, Charlie sent a message to Angel, Husk, her father, you, and Cherrie who stayed back after the reconstruction of the hotel. Charlie got a quick response from you as per usual, and quickly opened her phone, reading the response. “My friend YN, he’s excited to meet you. He’s kinda been obsessed with the whole fallen angel thing. He’s hoping to get into heaven at some point, but he originally came to in his words, ‘stick his nose in your business’.” Charlie laughed at the recollection of your first arrival, gazing up at the pentagram covered sky. “He sounds kinda nice.” Emily muttered unsure of what she should really think.

“Don’t worry everyone will be nice, it’ll be grea-” Suddenty four demons burst out from an alley, right in front of both Charlie and Emily. Emily immediately jumped back a small shriek emitting from her. Charlie being the kind soul she was, attempting to yank the demons off eachother, reprimanding them for being so stupid, and getting tossed back. Emily watched a few feet back, hand to her mouth watching as Charlie’s demonic form emerged, as she got shoved away once again by the large bore demon.

Charlie was too carried away with the idiocy in front of her, to realise her dear friend was not used to the things residing in hell. And with one foul swoop, silent as a ghost, Emily was whisked up and away, dragged drugged and banged against god only knows what. Her vision was blackened and she knew she was crying but couldn’t control it nor could she properly feel her body.

She couldn’t tell if she was tossed in some cage or whether she was thrashing around a small car but all she knew is that it was a bumpy ride. When it finally stopped, it felt like her body was covered in bruises, she felt her body being dragged up by someone much stronger than her. “Here ya go boss boy.” A light voice hummed, not what she expected to come from someone so strong. There was the wicked smell of smoke invading her nose, making her want to cough and sneeze, however she held it together too afraid of what they do if she suddenly moved or made noise.

There was a long exhale, a breath hit Emily’s blindfolded face and she couldn’t help the recoile that happened when the smell hit her. “What a beauty, mm; she’ll cost a pretty penny y’know. Bring her.” Emily felt claws pick at her chin and then release her. At the beck and call of the man, Emily was taken to another room, this one was less echoey compared to the last, making her feel claustrophobic with the men in the room and cloth on her eyes.

It smelt like incense, cheap perfume, carpet, sex, booze and cigarettes, something Emily was not familiar with at all. Suddenly the arms gripping her, shoved her roughly against a surface, her bounced against it gently, establishing it was more than likely a bed. It was bare nothing but mattress underneath giving her no comfort nor way to hide from prying eyes. She felt cold hands pinch the top of the cloth near her eyebrows, and then the light hit her eyes, causing her to flinch, blinking rapidly.

She tried to bring her hand up to shield her eyes from the light, but found they were bounded by chain or something behind her back. Emily scanned the room in a panic, the room was small, only fit for a bed, a mirror and a few plants and such. It appeared more like a set then a bedroom, the walls were hot pink and furry, the mirror was large and in the shape of a heart, lights surrounding it, the worst part was that it was aimed right at the bed Emily sat on. There was two doors on each side, and near the one on the right closest to Emily was two men. One big beefy man who resembled a shark, and another tall lanky lavender coloured demon. He wore a long red coat, that was spread open, underneath was a black button up, and regular khaki colour suit pants. He wore the ugliest heart glasses paired with the ugliest top hat, and to Emily he was a hideous sight.

Grinning the sickly moth showed off his gold tooth, closing in on Emily’s shrunken down figure. “Look at you kitty, you’ll make such numbers, my pretty little angel.” The demon purred bending down to invade Emily’s space, smoke blowing at her. Coughing slightly, Emily scowled weakly tugging her head away from his cold hand. “I’m not- what’re you talking about?” Emily whispered in horror, standing to full height the moth brushed his clawed hand against his chest, and down. “Oh pretty little thing, you’ll figure it out hm? By the way sweetie, Valentino.” Sticking out the lower arm for a hand shake, he cackled to himself like he was hilarious before pulling it back. “Oops~ I forgot. Silly me!”

The shark behind him laughed like an idiot the two of them observing the way Emily’s body shook with fear, rage, and grief for what may come, tears free falling down her cheeks. “Oh c’mon, you’ll be fine.” The moth tutted, flicking his hand, he turned his attention to the shark whispering to start the cameras and bring in the centipede. As the shark left the room, the power cut out making the moth growl enraged. “What the fuck is this now?!”

Emily flinched back at the tone Valentino took compared to his previous coy tone. Valentino stood awaiting a response, his fists suspended up. Sighing with frustration he began to leave the room. Emily, unable to properly see in the dark of the room, stumbled off the bed tripping slightly.

She watched strobes of lights shoot through the hall, and without a second thought she booked it out the door. She ran down the hall, and turned, a window lighting the hall granted her sight with a staircase, she quickly sped to the stairs walking down cautiously as to not trip. She wished she could spread her wings but with her hands bound she wasn’t able to.

At the bottom of the stairs she followed the red glow of an exit light out a door, and down a creepy hall. The corridor led to a metal door, using her body to push the door open, Emily tripped crashing out of the door and onto her face. She teared up face scratched against the concrete, to the side of her she could hear the sound of demons muttering. Twisting her head to the side she saw two slutty looking demons, one smoking the other drinking. “Oh your Val’s angel, luckyyy. Let’s getcha back inside sugar.” The one with the cigarette said country twang slipping out like molasses.

Emily squealed, inching away awkwardly as her hands couldn’t lift her off the floor, before the two demons could put their hands on her, lightning appeared striking the two in the head. It was as comedic as it was blinding, the two demons sunk to the floor after the strike, Emily teared up turning her face away. You stepped out from the side, panting getting your ass kicked by waves of different demons including Val himself in attempts to find Emily.

You walked up to her shaking figure crouching down, you broke the cuffs with the heat from the lightning you were so generously gifted. “Bad time to meet huh Emily, my names YN, Charlie called me after you got snatched, thankfully she recognized that foul shark.” You explain when Emily turned tearfully up at you, slowly you pulled out your phone, opening a picture you took with both Charlie and Vaggie. “Here’s the proof, I’m a man of many crimes, but never a man of lies.” You say jokingly, trying to relieve the tension, thankfully that seemed to convince her. Looking up at you with diamond like tears across her lashes, she through her arms around your neck sobbing into you.

Gently you wrapped your arms around her, cooing at her softly while combing your fingers through her hair. “S’okay hun, you’re safe now.” You reassure giving her a tight squeeze, your heart breaking at the sight of the angel in your arms. You knew thanks to Charlie she had quite the reality tossed unwillingly in her face, and now she’s here. “Let’s get you to the hotel, okay sweets?” Gently you lifted yourself with her, your anxiety getting to you as you realised you were still in the alleyway where Valentino could get you any second.

Speedily you took off with the angel in your grasp, a block away you’d put her down, as she insisted, but you kept your hand intertwined with hers. She blushed when you took a tight grip, telling her that you wanted to keep her safe.

Once back at the hotel, you messaged Charlie about you being back with her, before turning to Emily. “Make yourself at home, this is the lobby and Charlie should be making her way back soon, once she’s here you’ll be given a room.” You smile at the angel, she reciprocates, her cheeks dusty a hue of purple. Tucking her hair behind her ear, she sheepishly tugged you at the collar pecking your lips with a chaste kiss. “Thank you for saving me.” You grinned at her shy gratitude, and pulled her into a side hug . “No problem.”

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel imagine #hazbin hotel oneshots #hazbin hotel emily #hazbin hotel emily x reader #emily x reader #emily hazbin hotel #emily hazbin hotel x reader #emily x male reader

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