#lately I have not been able to draw and it’s pissing me off

[cordeliawhohung]

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shy!reader getting drunk with prices wife maybe i the club cuz its prices wife’s birthday? and then when simon arrives she’s giddy and all over him

this kind of turned into a drabble because i thought the idea was cute. however i am writing this past my bedtime so... enjoy :)

"come get your girlfriend."

those words hardly processed in Simon's mind no matter how many times he repeated them in his head. with a groan, he rubbed his eyes before he pulled his phone away from his ear to check the time. 1:07. the one time the man tried to go to bed early, of course he would get a phone call from his boss. he just didn't expect it to be about you.

"she alright?" Simon asked as he returned the phone to his ear.

"she's fine, just properly pissed at the moment. trying to get the wife home and it's like herding cats when those two are drunk," John sighed. a fit of laughter sounded on the end of his line, and even through the fuzziness and poor quality, Simon was able to pick out your giggles like it was his favorite song.

"i'll be there in ten."

Simon wasn't all too surprised to find you, John, and his wife holed up in one of the VIP rooms, and if anything he was a little relieved. the thought of you so exposed and not in your right mind around a bunch of strangers made him a little anxious, but he knew you wouldn't be caught dead in a situation like that. yet there you were, sitting in the conversation pit chatting away with your friend who wore some cheesy birthday girl sash and a dollar store crown to go with it. the way you talked and gestured was so... unlike you. it was more confident, less stiff and more fluid, like you didn't have a care in the world.

on the other hand, John looked like he was ten minutes away from falling asleep. his shirt was ruffled, and there were slight lipstick marks along the side of his chin. work of art from his wife, no doubt. Simon couldn't help but smirk at the sight of the mess that had been made, and he was just glad he wouldn't be expected to clean it up.

"hey sweetheart," he greeted as he stepped into the pit.

your eyes slowly flickered around the room until they landed on him. a glossy sort of drunkenness clouded your eyes and yet they shined just as bright when you grinned up at him.

"baby! you came to hang out with us?" you asked as you hopped off of the couch.

Simon watched you stumble toward him with arms ready to catch you, and not even a moment later you collided with his chest as you wrapped your arms around his waist. caught off guard but still pleased with your reaction, Simon chuckled as he settled his arms around you to return your drunken hug.

"i came to take you home. it's gettin' late," he explained.

"home? like to my place?' you asked.

Simon shrugged. "or you can stay the night with me, if you like."

"yes," you said, drawing out the last letter to the point you nearly sounded like a snake. "i like sleeping in your bed, it smells nice."

taken aback by your unfiltered comment, Simon couldn't help but smile and shake his head slightly. he rubbed your back in an attempt to coax you into relinquishing your grip on his torso, but you wouldn't budge.

"c'mon," he urged with a small chuckle, "let's get goin' yeah? it's late."

"but this feels nice," you retorted.

"i'll hug you all you like when we get home."

you hummed for quite some time as you swayed back and forth, forcing Simon into your movements. eventually you gave in and pulled away from him just enough to look up at him with a sleepy smile.

"okay. but you have to hold my hand when we walk out of here because i think i'll cry if i walk through that crowd," you relented.

John was right about one thing: getting you home really was like herding cats. you clung to him as if you were a parasite and you chatted away the entire ride back to his apartment, and though he was surprised it wasn't unwelcome. things got easier by the time he got you settled in bed. burrowing underneath the covers, you breathed in the musk of him and the faint hint of cigarettes as you hid your face in his chest.

"i love you," you mumbled as you settled further into him.

"i love you more," he countered.

"impossible."

#mafia!simon #mafia!ghost #mafia!141 #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader

[itsohh]

141 Leaving their partner to keep them safe

A/N: G/N reader, this was inspired by Eyes Without a Face by Billy Idol which I've been listening to repeat for like an hour. Such a vibe.

Warnings: Angst

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Gaz

It had been a decision that had kept him up for nights. One her eventually went to Price about. "You have to do what you think is right Gaz. This isn't a decision I can make for you." John has told him, face soft with pity. He didn't envy the position Kyle was in.

So he took you out, gave you the best night he possibly could. On the now dark beach he took your hand, sat down the pair of you on a public chair. The roar of waves in the background. "I wanted to do everything I possibly could with you tonight." He swallowed and let out a deep breath.

"Kyle? Is everything alright." He couldn't look at you, couldn't look at those eyes of yours.

"I won't be able to see you anymore."

"You- huh? What do you mean?"

"I'm breaking up with you. You're a distraction at work, I can't focus when I'm thinking about you." His words had a sliver of truth to them, yes you distracted him sometimes but it was never a problem. It was never something he couldn't control. The real reason had been an attack on a number of SAS operatives' families. Leaked files that had compromised a number of people. Some had died. Kyle hadn't been compromised or had his file leaked but it was still a very real threat.

It has put his entire life into a new perspective.

Eventually he made up his mind. "It's not your fault, I don't think I can be in a relationship at all. It isn't a fit with my life anymore, I'm sorry."

"I... see." You looked over to the ocean. "I thought tonight you were going to… I don't know what I thought tonight was going to be. Not this. I hope your career works out well for you." Your voice went from broken to stoic. Almost emotionless. Kyle wanted to comfort you, to hold you close but he didn't. It wouldn't help you, it would only help him. Kyle knew he had been selfish enough that night.

So Kyle watched as you got up from the public chair. "You can get your stuff from my house tomorrow when I'm at work. I don't want it." From stoic to angry.

"Let me take you home, it's late."

"Piss off Kyle. I'll get an uber. You worry about where you're spending the night." There was an anger that bubbled in your chest, hand clenched. Despite your anger directed to him, it was more at yourself. That you ever thought he was going to spend the rest of his life with you.

Without looking at him you started to walk off, a mutter beneath your breath. "I hate the fucking beach."

Ghost

A single picture. One you would never know about. It was of you, a smile on your face as you candidly looked to the side. You had been drawing the curtains closed. A picture that you never knew and would never know was taken.

A single picture that had been sent to Ghost.

A single picture that had made him make up his mind.

Ghost had made sure to clean out all evidence of himself from your house while you were out shopping. That day he helped you unpacked. A smile had been plastered from one side of your face to the other. You had been so happy for his return, so happy to see him again. "I don't love you anymore." He had said those words when you sat down on the couch next to him. For a second you thought it was just a cruel joke. But you searched his eyes, searched that masked face of his.

"What?"

"Nothing more to it." He stood up from the couch and you jumped up after him.

"Is there someone else?"

"No, there's nothing that happened. Don't overthink it. People fall out of love sometimes."

"Can I do something to make you fall back in love? We can get through this, this doesn't have to be the end of the road. Simon if your scared if we are going too fast or-"

"-No. Nothing you say will change this." His movements were rigid, tense as he walked towards the door. Ready to vanish into the night to never be seen again.

"Simon-" Your bottom lip quivered and your eyes were big while you started at the back of his head.

"Don't call me that. Find someone that can love you the way you love me, because I can't."

Price

It had been a month. A month since work had been brought home. Back on your feet, the bruises had faded. Wrapped up on the couch a figure moved in the corner of your eye. "John?" No answer. You frowned and pushed the blankets off your body. The cool air hit your legs and you shuffled towards his figure. You could have sworn you heard the small click of the front door opening. 

"John?" He froze with his hand on the door, a bag slung over his shoulder. "Do you have another mission? I suppose I can't keep you here all the time." You smiled and he nodded. He returned the smile but there was something in his eyes. A sadness, a deep sadness. "Do you know when you will be back?"

"No." His eyes broke eye contact. "Let me go out this in the car and I'll be back to say goodbye." Before you could open your mouth he had pushed open the door and disappeared. 

True to his word he came back to the front door and opened his arms wide, welcoming you into him as he usually did. You hurried your face into his chest and your hands practically clawed into his shirt. A gentle kiss blessed the top of your head. 

Slowly you pulled back from him, eyes glazed as you looked into his. "You're not coming back are you?" 

He froze and his face turned into one of pity. "You always were a smart thing." His head gently started to stroke your hair. 

"Was it something I did John? Is there something that I didn't do? Is there-"

"-Shh shhh, I promise you. It was nothing you did. It's not you. You're perfect, too perfect for me. But I have to focus on work."

"John no please- don't-." You choked on your words, a sob ripped from your as you buried your face back into his chest. 

"I'm so sorry. Shhh shhh. Everything will be okay. You still have your whole life ahead of you."

"But I don't want that without you John please don't leave. I love you please, please, please, I love you so much I'll do anything please John." Your begs were interpreted as he grasped both sides of your face with his hands. His brows were furrowed and tears threatened to spill from his eyes. 

His lips pressed against yours only for a moment. "I love you too sweetheart. Please don't make this harder. I have to do what I have to do."

"John." He let go of you and started to turn but you grabbed his arm. "John please."

His shoulders tensed and his breath frosted in the cold air. John didn't try to pull from you, he didn't say a word yet the request to let go was loud in the air. 

"I love you John. I'll never forget about you."

"Forget about me. Please, it would be kinder."

"John!" You let go of his arm and sunk to your knees, watching him go. 

Soap

Graves's words rung in his head. Even after his death, the man still managed to make his life a living hell. "Heard you got a sweetheart back at home McTavish." If he hadn't been in the middle of throwing out the C4 there was a very real possibility that Graves's words would have made him freeze.

"Perhaps when I'm done here I'll go show them what a real man is. A real soldier. Perhaps be their shoulder to cry on. Then the second they get over you- make them mine. Will never think about your sorry ass again."

That final C4 has really made it truly satisfying to wipe whatever smirk that was on his face into smithereens.

The more Soap thought about it though, the more it worried him. If Graves knew you were existed then who else did? What if Shepard wanted to use you against him? What if someone else turned?

He could let that happen to you. At the same time, Johnny was scare. Terrified, he couldn't face breaking your heart. As much as he thought you deserved to be told face to face, he couldn't. "I'm a fucking coward." He hissed to himself, his handwriting messy as he finished scribbling down the piss poor excuse of a break up.

You were so peaceful in your once shared bed. Content. A mood that would drastically change at your wake. When you would find him long gone. Only a note for an excuse. Johnny taped the small note to his pillow and made the bed. You stired a little in the bed but didnt wake from your deep sleep.

In a moment of weakness, Johnny sat down on the bed. He lay down backwards so his head was on your chest. Eyes closed he could almost imagine the way your hands would thread through his hair. He could almost imagine that laughter that he would never hear again. "I love you." A small whiper into the darkness. With a deep breath he slowly moved forward. Still so peaceful asleep, he left, a final glance at the doorway.

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[ginevrapng]

𝐖𝐄'𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆!

(𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎)

pairing: george weasley x reader, ron weasley x reader

word count: 4.0k words

content warnings: swearing, british idioms and phrases and slang words, chubby coded! reader, reader not specified what house they were in but at one point they had came into the gryffindor common room(not under normal circumstances like to hangout or sleep), no use of y/n but george sometimes calls the reader shortcake (explained in the last part), mentions of violence after a canon quidditch match,

a/n: this chapter has a lot of talking about the past as i wanted to dig deeper into george and the reader's relationship so far, the next chapter will be completely in current time. this chapter still has ron content (i can't get enough of how i've written ron's dynamic with the reader)

summary: you're an honorary member of the weasley family and have been for years, you're one of ron's best friends and are very close. everyone thinks and teases you both that you're dating or have feelings for each other. this muddles up things as george feels guilty about his own feelings.

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the next morning, when you wake up, you see ginny next to you, still asleep, you assume hermione is already up and about. luckily you only drank water near the end of the night so you only ended up tipsy, unlikely you're not a teenager anymore so you still had a small hangover. you miss the days of hogwarts parties when you can drink as much as you want and wake up fine and be able to go to class with no issue. tiptoeing around ginny, trying not to wake her up, you remember what happened at the end of the night and groan, hoping it won't be too awkward today with george.

you successfully leave the room without waking ginny up and decide to see if ron is up or not, doubtful that he is. creeping along to ron's room you step over all the places that creak in the house and softly knock on the door. after no answer you open it a crack to see ron still in bed alone in the room. the logical thing to do would be to let him sleep in, after all he did look after you last night, but it's ron so the only option you deem worthy is to throw yourself over him in bed, knowing your tispy self insisted on cuddles last night.

you mischievously grin and close the door behind you before jumping onto the bed with him and waking him up. ron pulls up his covers in shock making you laugh uncontrollably, "ron you're acting like you're a naked women. is there something you want to tell me?"

he tries to push you off the bed and fails miserably, just causing you to laugh more. he grabs hold of your soft frame and pulls you down to him, making you laugh even louder. "why are you waking me up so bloody early? what did i ever do to you?" he grumbles.

your laughter quiets down as you lay together. "i believe you promised me cuddles ronald."

he holds onto your plush waist tighter, maybe this is ron's punishment towards you, to hold you so tight you break something or just pop. "alright, but shut up. i'm going back to sleep." you're about to argue that it's already late and people are downstairs but harry bursts through the door.

"what's this about then?" harry questions you both.

ron chucks a pillow at him, "shove off, harry." you giggle and move under the covers to get comfier in bed, knowing that ron's going to keep you there for awhile.

"i'll see you two lovebirds later." before ron can tell him to piss off again he slams the door shut, definitely drawing attention.

ron readjusts in bed with you still in his arms. "he's bloody annoying." ron mumbles before he closes his eyes again, resting his head against yours, making you feel safe in his arms with your head on his pillows that smell like him. you weren't initially tired when you came into bed with ron, you just wanted to mess with him but now your eyelids are becoming heavy as you drift off to sleep.

hermione can be absolutely terrifying at times as you're rudely awaken when hermione storms into the room, looking annoyed at you both. however ron seems unbothered by the fact, still sleeping, that is until hermione hovers over the bed and shouts at you both. "get up! both of you! i don't want to believe what harry said he walked in on, if he's telling the truth that's entirely inappropriate but you both look awfully cosy together! everyone is downstairs and has already eaten breakfast." after she see's that you've both waken up she leaves. you dread to think what harry's told everyone but at this point you're use to it. you feel better after your nap, you've found out before that you sleep better with ron next to you and you're no longer hungover either.

reluctantly you head downstairs, much preferring to spend the day in bed. the shouts and laughter that fill the living room fade when everyone see's you both and the onslaught of teasing happens. the comments include fred interrogating you about your, in his words, 'precarious position' due to the fact that anyone could have walked in. harry's saying he regrets walking in, and adding that you looked rather comfortable with all your limbs wrapped around each other.

"how do you even sleep next to him? he snores so loud." harry looked at you quizzically, genuinely confused.

you simply reply, "tune him out."

"oi! you snore louder than me."

"lies," you throw your hands at him in mock offence.

"ron's right shortcake." george tells you from the sofa after staying silent for most of the previous teasing.

"how 'd you know?" slightly worried that you snore so loud everyone knows and will make fun of you for it forever.

george grins at you, you've fallen right into his trap. "i can hear you through the walls."

with an amused smile you make your way over to where he's sitting and flick him on the forehead. "hush you." george's heart skips a beat when he sees the smile you direct at him. as you sit down next to george his cheeks warm up and he tries to hide his smile that appeared on his face because you sat next to him, out of everyone you choose him.

george looks over to ron to see his reaction, half of him wanting to make sure ron's okay with the fact you're sitting next to him but the other half, the half that he's more ashamed of, wants to see if ron's noticed, almost as if he wants to see that ron's bothered by it, to rub it in is face and make him jealous. to show him that you've chosen to sit next to him instead of ron or any of the others. so when he does look over at ron and see's him stealing food from the remains of hermione's breakfast, not even glancing at them, he felt a little conflicted.

"what's up george?" you follow his gaze to where ron is, "is he stealing your food again?"

george smirks at you and ruffles your hair, shaking his head. "nope, just seeing what ronniekins' doing." pouting, you tell him to stop messing up your hair while he chuckles and joins the conversation harry and ginny were having. you deflate as you watch him turn his attention onto someone else so flippantly.

the conversation they're having is supposed to be interesting but it's not to you, no matter how hard you try to get into quidditch you just can't. you're not as bad as hermione is with flying and would love the idea of riding on any magical creatures like dragons or hippogriffs but you worry that a broom will break.

george has reassured you plenty of times that there's no way it'll break but at the end of the day it's a stick and sticks break. you love watching them play, even if you worry that they'll get hurt, and you know the basic rules about the game but conversations about quidditch that don't include your friends you tune out. you'd be listening earnestly to the conversation if it was something about harry or ginny but them talking about the chudley cannons doesn't interest you much.

when ron made the team in your fifth year you were ecstatic, more excited than he was. you knew how badly he wanted to be on the team and you were thrilled, yet you always reminded him to be careful before games and even when training, you wouldn't be surprised if he found your nagging highly annoying.

you'll be able to focus on quidditch conversations if they speak with a lot of passion but right now they're not, you've just woken up and it sounds dull. maybe the conversation will change soon, or maybe molly will come in and interrupt, saving you from listening, and tell everyone they have a job to do or how she's going into town and she's going to ask if anyone wants to come, or maybe ron will start arguing with everyone about how great the chudley cannons are. when your friends passionately talk about something you listen but it's a boring monotonous conversation currently. you love hearing your friends talk passionately about their lives and their interests it's how you're so good at giving everyone presents.

like when harry animatedly told you all about his first christmas at hogwarts, about how he received the invisibility cloak and all the contents in his wizarding cracker. one of those things including a wizard's chess set that was later unfortunately broken and couldn't, at the time, be repaired. so that christmas you brought him a wizard's chess set of his own as he had been using ron's up until that point.

for hermione's birthday one year you gave her a first edition copy of hogwarts: a history. it's always been her favourite book since the first year of hogwarts and she often rereads it. throughout your school years together she retold information to you even when it had very little relevance. you knew how much she loved that book and had been trying to find someone with a signed copy that will sell it to you. after bathilda bagshot died you looked everywhere trying to find any signed copy. you were tempted at the time to ask someone else to sign it, someone that she looks up to like mcgonagall but that was a fleeting thought as you didn't think that idea made much sense. so your plan was to keep on the look out for any copies.

you stumbled on something better one day though while browsing an old bookshop in knockturn alley. you occasionally go there for things you need and you dread to think what would happen if ron found out, even worse molly, they'd insist it's too dangerous and never let you go again, especially on your own.

when flourish and blott's don't have the book you need you know where to go, even if sometimes you have to grab your wand a little tighter to feel safe or that if anyone saw you there they'd be asking serious questions and questioning you on dark magic. however, it's a good thing you do visit having found the first edition copy you had gifted her. you would've haggled the price down a bit after knowing the shopkeeper for so long but the situation was too good even if it was pricey, it's not everyday you come across a first edition copy of such a well known book.

you were probably most proud of the gift you got for george one year. when the whole situation of malfoy insulting the twins cleansweep brooms escalated to insulting the whole weasley family and harry's parents came to a head it wrecked everyone involved (excluding malfoy). the twins and harry had their brooms confiscated due to the fight between them and malfoy.

what made him even more mad was the fact that you were there to witness it happen. george thought maybe it would've been better if you were there to hear exactly what malfoy said but all you saw from the crowd was george and harry punching malfoy repeatedly.

he didn't want to scare you and maybe if you heard what came out of malfoy's mouth you'd think what george did was valid. that's what he had thought until you came barging into the gryffindor common room unannounced, looking absolutely furious screaming about what a fucking arse malfoy is. "do you even know what he said?" angelina asked at the time, knowing that word got around of the fight but not knowing if people knew exactly what happened.

"no but i know it was bloody well something to make everybody that angry!" george couldn't help but smile at that, he'd been so tense and frustrated since it's happened but then you come in and make it all better, getting angry on everyone's behalf and you don't even know what happened. that was when george fell more in love with you then he already was and he didn't think that was possible.

the twins later took their brooms back. they were known for breaking into offices, they should've been kept somewhere more secure if they knew anything about the twins reputation. they took back their brooms and left the school in classic weasley twin style. despite getting their brooms back the incident took a hit on george's confidence. malfoy insulted his entire family and he was so enraged about it.

after the twins left the school year early it was incredibly quiet without them but in the summer it was hectic with them causing even more trouble than normal. one of the hotter days you and george spent the day together inside. everyone was outside playing quidditch but george wanted to stay with you, he told you that he was too tired to play but really he just used that as an excuse to be with you. arthur was at work and molly was in the kitchen, hermione was even outside reading near everyone but you and george stayed in and talked all day. he told you everything about the fight with malfoy, he tried to make jokes and make it seem like not a big deal but you could tell otherwise. even though he was grinning the smile didn't reach his eyes, even though he was making jokes they had a hint of insecurity behind them.

you didn't mention it, you didn't want him to feel put on the spot, but you rested your hand on his arm in comfort and sat closer to him. yes it was incredibly hot at the time but neither of you wanted to move away. he spoke about his broom and about how he won the match even with his broom, behind his words you can tell he held some kind of resentment. he's an excellent beater, better than fred and he should be proud to have won that game, malfoy's ruined it by the aftermath and it's tarnished by all the hateful words malfoy said.

the week after you had brought him a broom. afterwards when you left dervish and banges you realised that you only brought one for george and not for fred and started panicking because there was no holiday coming up, you just wanted to give him a new broom, hoping he would like it but then you didn't get one for fred. your feelings for george at that moment overshadowed any logical part of your brain that told you that you should probably think this through and rethink your purchase instead getting two cheaper ones.

after calming down you had a whole speech prepared in your mind to fred about how sorry you were for not getting him one. making excuses like how fred didn't actually punch malfoy, only harry and george did and harry doesn't need a new broom. other excuses you threw out the window thinking they sounded too harsh, george is a better player then you so he needs a better broom or george is more likely to keep playing now after you've left hogwarts then you will because he's better. after those failed excuses in your head you had scolded yourself on the obvious unintentional favouritism, definitely giving yourself away every time you mention how much better george is. you love fred, you do, but george is george.

coming back to the burrow was somewhat of a spectacle, having to deal with both the twins. fred was the first person you saw and the confusion on his face was evident when he saw you holding a broom, something that you'd never do as he knows you don't trust them. he raised his brow in confusion.

"before you start it's not for you freddie. it's for george." there's a pause as you try to sort out your thoughts and fred smirks. "after what happened with malfoy i thought he could use a new broom. i mean- i mean he was the one who got physical with him and i know harry did too but his broom is already new and i can't afford to get him an even more expensive one."

"woah that's quite the excuse." he joked while smirking.

you cross your arms over your chest, "it's not an excuse, it's just the truth."

"yeah, yeah." he spoke, dismissively. "just know i'm never letting this go."

you rolled your eyes as the hairs on your arm stood up, you had a feeling he was telling the truth. "where's george?" having hoped to run away from the conversation as quick as you can so that fred didn't figure out your romantic sentiment towards george.

he directed you upstairs to their room with a shit-eating grin on his face. you had vowed to blow fred away with an amazing present for christmas but after that interaction you had you were thinking otherwise. (in the end you still did get him a very thought out gift that he thoroughly liked.)

you had knocked on the door, waiting patiently for an answer. george tells you to come in, and his eyes widen in surprise momentarily before he quickly schools his expression because this is the first time you've ever entered his room and you just remembered the same thing as you get distracted about why you're here and instead start taking in the room.

glancing around the room you could see boxes everywhere. cardbox boxes that were taped up with the edges bent and marginally destroyed. fred and george were storing so many products it's a surprise they even had room for their beds. there was a smell that lingered in the air, like gunpowder and cosmetic sprays to try and cover up the scent. you were unfazed by the scene, you would have been more in shock if you walked in and it was a 'normal' room. the smell in the air was making you woozy and flushed as you discovered this is why george almost always smells faintly of gunpowder and you started to find it hard to concentrate being so close to it.

"this is a surprise shortcake, what are you doing in my humble abode?" he inquired, in the process snapping you out of your thoughts. he didn't want you to judge him for what his room looked like, he knew you never would though.

"you know humble abode normally refers to a house?"

"deflecting the question." he sits down on the bed.

having hid the broom behind your back since you knocked, "i brought you something." you tried to answer and sound confident but you know that your voice trembled, you're nervous and you're suddenly liking the floor more than making eye contact with george.

"oh really?" he grinned but his stomach was going crazy and flipping about while his heart bursts out of his chest. you got him something, you, for him. his palms were sweaty and he tried to subtly rub his hands against his trousers.

"i know how shit you've been feeling about malfoy so i-" you found it hard to speak, worried about george's reaction. going closer to the bed you struggled to find the words but reach behind yourself and gave him the broom.

"shortcake, i'm... i- is this a broom?" he knew the response.

you bashfully nodded your head, losing the ability to talk with a dry throat and gently sat on the bed with george but put some distance between the two of you.

you start rambling, "it's um, a- a comet 290. i don't know a lot about quidditch, which you know, but this one looked fancy and it was one of the newer ones that i could afford. i probably should of asked someone's opinion before buying but i hope this one is okay."

"i love it," george whispers, you had never heard him speak so softly to you. sometimes he'll talk gently to you but never like this, never sounding so genuine.

george is so hopelessly and helplessly in love and he was holding on to a very thin thread trying to control himself to stay away from you because all he wanted to do is press his lips against yours, kissing you until you're both gasping for air. your lips always look so soft, he wondered what they'd feel like against his. he wanted to beg you to give him a chance, he'll make you feel beautiful, that you'd be perfect together. the comet 290 is the best gift anyone had ever given him and he's treasured it for years.

currently after that terribly long conversation about quidditch you wish someone could save you from, you decide to save yourself and go find molly. george noticed you leave but assumed you'd be back. you find her in the scullery, washing clothes.

"is there any jobs you need me to do molly?"

"no dear, you sit down and relax."

you're so close to begging and telling her that you just want to get out of listening about quidditch.

"i'll do anything molly. please let me, i woke up so late this morning and couldn't help you tidy up."

she stays silent for a second and then turns to you, "the garden does need de-gnoming at some point."

"yes!" you respond more enthusiastic then considered appropriate before correcting yourself, "yes, molly. i'll get right on it."

"get help from some of the others dear, i don't want you doing it on your own."

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[hiskillingjar]

ren forcefemming is my favorite thing in the world like ... because i feel like he has such a warped perception of femininity . i think ren is like "yeah being a girl is when you act like a dumb whore and wear tiny clothes"

a heem heem...whimper...

i had to write something for this. don't look at me. i'm sorry women.

1200+ words, masc reader, cw for like. you know.

"You're an absolute degenerate, do you know that?"

Your voice was terse and irritable as Ren slid the skirt's waistband up your legs, a dumb smile on his lips and his tail wagging erratically as he did so.

Your bound wrists twisted tightly behind you and you could feel that your bare (for the most part) legs were trembling, but you were determined not to show just how nervous this was making you. 

"Seriously, this is some perverted shit, Ren. What fucked up hentai have you been watching lately?"

"Ah-ah-ah," Ren chided, his smile spreading into a sharp-toothed grin as he straightened out, his eyes, glittering with malice and sick amusement, meeting yours as he wagged a finger condescendingly at you. "That's pretty bad language for a girl. You shouldn't be speaking like that, especially not to me."

"I'm not a fucking girl!" You snapped with a fierce look in your eyes, giving the zip-tie currently cutting into your skin a firm pull, knowing full well that it wasn't going to snap any time soon, and would, in fact, just dig even more painfully into your sensitive wrists. 

Whatever, it felt better to put up a fight than to sit passively, doing nothing.

"Well, you kinda look like one right now," He drawled with an eye roll, moving closer to you and bracketing your trembling thighs with his own as he knelt in your lap. "And, like, I know it's not 'PC' or whatever," He chuckled and bit his lip, reaching to his side to pick up what looked like an eyeshadow palette and set it down on his thigh. "But normally, when someone looks like a girl and acts like a girl...they are one."

You gritted your teeth together, tensing your jaw as he took your cheeks in a painful grip and opened the palette with an elegant flick of his wrist, sweeping his pointer finger in glittery pink.

"I mean, you're not a very good girl," He continued with another mean chuckle, like he was saying something especially cruel. "But that's okay. I can help you with that. Close your eyes, please."

In spite of how much you wanted to cuss him out, you were very quickly deathly still as Ren gently rubbed his finger over your eyelid, incredibly cognisant of the tiny scratch of his claw over the thin, delicate skin that covered your eyes, your tense jaw trembling a little more as the tip (as sharp as a needle) traced the curve of your eye’s socket. 

You wanted to put up a fight, of course you wanted to, but fuck, not when he was this close to putting a finger in your eye if you pissed him off.

"And, you know, make-up and clothes are just one thing...or, er, two things." He smiled, dabbing another colour of glitter in the corners of your eyes with his pinky. When there wasn’t the threat of a claw, the gesture was almost a little pleasant.. "It also comes down to attitude, you know...the way you carry yourself. Expression." He pulled his fingers away from your lids then, and you felt the press of what felt like a felt pen against your lids. 

"You're such a freak...." You mumbled, though you did your best not to flinch as he drew a neat line across your lid, drawing it out to a sharp point, spanning up to your temple. 

"Be nice, sweetie," He chided softly, paying attention to your other lid. "That's what I like...nice, sweet girls. Girls who know their place."

"Seems to me you like sluts," You grumbled, opening your lids to tiny slits to peer down at your lap. The plaid skirt he had forced you into was absurdly short, and had you been able to stand, it would have barely covered your ass, let alone the fishnets and the cheap, studded garter he had buckled around your thigh. "Or bad crossdressers."

"Mm, I mean, yeah, I guess I kind of do,” He agreed with an airy titter, setting down the pen and picking up a brush, which he dabbed into the eyeshadow palette. “I like nice girls, yeah…” He paused and idly licked his lips thoughtfully. “But I like it even more when they stop being so nice and act like a girl should act, ya know…when they stop playing smart and act like dumb whores instead.”

You grimaced at his hungry expression.

“Fucking incel,” You mumbled through your grit teeth, which only made him laugh harder as he powdered your cheeks with hot pink. “Jesus. I thought you were just a pervert, turns out your’re also a total misogynist too.”

“Ah, that’s a big word for you, sweetheart.” He teased with a mean snicker, continuing to blush up your cheeks. “You really are a girl…so fucking sensitive.”

You yanked your head backwards and glared hard at him.

Ren sat still for a moment, looking almost surprised as he gave you a long and considered look before he smiled innocently and hopped off your lap, setting the make-up supplies to the side again and pacing to his desk.

“I’m kind of sick of you cussing at me, actually,” He mumbled to himself, opening up the top drawer and fishing out a cheap-looking ball gag, pale pink, fake leather and hard plastic. “What’s the saying…” He drawled out again, unbuckling it as he paced back to you. “‘Girls should be seen and not heard?’ Yeah, that’s the one.”

“NGH-!” 

You grunted roughly as he pushed a hand into your hair (gripping a chunk of your bangs) and forced your head back, pressing the ball between your teeth and buckling the leather belt around the base of your skull quickly and efficiently. You could already feel the cheap straps digging into the corners of your mouth, painfully tight.

“There we go, much better.” He said brightly, his eyes creasing with delight as he sat back in your lap.

Despite your muffled protests and how much you were now pulling at each tight binding to be away from him, he pushed both hands up your skirt, feeling for and groping the first stirrings of (unfortunate) arousal in your…well, his panties.

“Haha, you can’t even pretend that you’re not enjoying yourself, can you?” He asked with a giggle, pressing his chest against yours, his tail wagging even faster. “I hope you know that this doesn’t make you any less of a girl, by the way…”

He punctuated his ‘validation’ (because what else were you going to call it?) by giving your arousal another firm squeeze. His fist was tight enough, squeezing and rubbing in the first oozing drips of pre-cum, that you couldn’t hold back a groan into the firm plastic of the ballgag, and pressed your face into his shoulder to hide how much your blushed cheeks were flushing. 

“You’re gonna be stuck like this for a while, by the way…so just try to enjoy it instead of fighting me, hm?~”

#ren hana #ren btd #ren x mc #ren x reader #fics #drabbles #qs #i am not above finding forcefem hot. sorry. killing myself now

[97keanu]

Another imagine saga of Dave Lizewski x goth girlfriend!reader, this time for you finding out Dave is Kick Ass and subsequently the times you have to patch him up after particularly rough nights

CW: angsty, movie typical blood mentions

Read the first imagine here and the first fic (nsfw) here

Dave would be so careful as not to let you know he's Kick Ass, he knows that its a dangerous game he plays and he would never want to get you involved, even if he believes you could take the truth, he wouldn't be able to forgive himself if something were to happen to you.

You really start to wonder when he keeps coming over with various cuts and bruises, however.

At first you think bullies at school did this, and you get extremely pissed, like Dave having to hold you back as you begin to think of a particular bully who may have done this and you're on the move to kick their ass as you two speak

As much as Dave finds your fury kinda sexy, he also can't have you beating up people who have nothing to do with this, so he keeps making up random stories like "oh I got mugged on my way home, I have no clue who did it." Or for more minor scrapes and bruises "you know me, I'm just so clumsy I ran into x y z"

Still, you're extremely suspicious and eventually you find his suit in his room and confront him

Dave can't explain, he's at an absolute loss for words and he ends up having to fess up.

At first, you're furious, you can't believe he would do something so reckless, you hate the idea that he would ever be in harms way and truthfully, from the sweet, kind, tender Dave you know you can't imagine him being a the badass Kick Ass is.

After a few long talks and Dave even demonstrating his swiftness and strength by pinning you to the bed in two seconds flat, your metal accessories clinking as he does so, you begin to believe him. + Don't forget to add a few forgiving kisses in which Dave messes up your black lipstick, but you don't mind.

Once you two have an understanding of the whole situation, it becomes a bit fun and sexy. You tease him about playing dress up and he teases you that your goth attire is just dress up for people who like bats and cemeteries. You can't argue with that.

You get into the idea of what your gothic superhero outfit would look like and even draw up a few examples and share them with Dave, he thinks its adorable but always gently tries to sway you from actually doing it, since he can't stand the idea of you being hurt

You give Dave some really good goth/metal/alternative hits for him to listen to while he works out, which he's been keeping up with lately as to not get his ass kicked as much while out patrolling.

You even convince him to paint his nails black, feigning that its NOT because you want him to match with yours, but because it will look/feel more badass when he's Kick Ass. (Dave knows that makes so sense since you can't even see his nails in his costume, but he digresses.)

Eventually, Dave does come by one night, particularly beat up after a bad mugging situation, and your heart sinks.

He comes in from your bedroom window, completely hurt and he doesn't know why but he came to your house first because he really just needed the comfort.

You immediately grab a first aid kit laying around your house (thank god you kept one on hand), and begin cleaning up his bloodied face and hands.

You feel strange because for so long your gothic interests have shown blood in movies, music, and online and you always thought it was so aesthetically pleasing and sometimes even romanized.

Its not, you can't even explain how horrible you feel, the pit in your stomach opening up when you see how hurt Dave is, even though he tries to say it doesn't hurt that much, it scares you.

After Dave is bandaged up, you take his costume off, and nearly toss it with anger on your bedroom floor somewhere, you don't care where, in fact you want it out of sight.

Dave can tell how much this upset you, and he keeps apologizing, and you don't even blame him, you know he does good, you know you could never ask him to change, this is just who he is.

But fuck, you just want Dave right now. Not Kick Ass. Not a superhero. Just plain old Dave, the nerdy shy boy you fell in love with. And you tell him just this. Dave understands, and pulls you close, telling you still how sorry he is for scaring you.

The two of you hold each other tight, Dave petting your back ratted hair softly, looking into your dark make-uped eyes and giving you kisses anywhere he can.

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[ms-scarletwings]

Irken senses, and other ponderings

You know, every time I start to wonder if I’ve finally run out of things to coherently say on the whole “speculating about irken biology” matter, a whole something more is induced to hatch out of the dehydrated floam inside my skull. Between you and me, I think the eggs are triggered by ironic timing.

Anywho, I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the world hypothetically through Irken eyes, and other sensory organs. Think I’ll go down them piece by piece, and to follow the pattern I’ve kept through my other Irken brain dumps, I will be drawing a huge amount of inspiration from real life arthropods. Yes, I’m very aware that realistically, any resemblance to earth insects would be coincidental from an alien species, and there’s plenty of room to make up whatever somewhat plausible explanation you can for any faucet of their anatomy. Personally, I like to run from the convergent evolution angle, since I find it no less grounded, full of potential connections the show itself all but begs me to draw, and just plain fun. Let’s get into it.

Also like towards the end there’s a whole section on the hypothetical edibility of Irkens because why not

Prelude: If you want to hear a little more behind my theory about the Irken diet revolving around sugar and a small portion of minerals, you can zip onto this analysis I did, in which I touch on some ideas of mine regarding the composition of Irken skin, their reaction to meat, etc. that works from the assumption that Irkens evolved out of an arthropod-like ancestor. Not necessary to get the gist of this one, but it is background context behind my thought process.

Sight

The Irken oculus is perhaps the most striking feature of the species, very much resembling those tiny crawling things they have been inspired by; however, it’s tougher to say exactly how far the similarity of their insides go. The eyes of most arthropods are in fact along the more simple branches of the evolutionary tree. We know that Irkens are not likely to possess compound eyes, like those found in flies and most other insects, because compound eyes are specialized for wide FOV ranges at the sacrifice of visual resolution quality. Instead, I see a much closer match to a fascinating exception or two found in Earth’s arachnids.

While most of them have utterly piss-poor vision, the hunting styles of jumping spiders necessitated a great deal of further specialization of the organs for depth perception, color differentiation, and sharp images. These are the purpose of those two huge shiners at the front (the other 6 boosting their range for detecting blurry peripheral movement and threats), and these are what bring their effective vision on a level much closer to that of familiar binocular mammals than their own six legged prey. Now I really think we are working with the base of what Irken peepers likely developed out of. One of the ways they have really diverged off is in the fact that while jumping spiders can only move their retinas, irkens seem as though they are able to move the lens of the eye themselves- or at the very least, Zim does, else the false pupils in his disguise contacts would not behave quite so convincingly. To speak about the lenses themselves, their eyes are not dry and exposed like most arthropods, speaking to a vulnerable sensitivity. They clearly have blinking eyelids, shed tears, and Zim even complains about the “scratchy” feeling of getting used to that part of his kid disguise.

(Funny sidenote: I’m like 90% sure that Zim did not have those contact lenses designed correctly for himself. Usually, if contacts feel that uncomfortable and keep falling off of the eye as easily as his do, it’s a sign of them being poorly fitted. This could be another symptom of his outdated/lower quality invader tech.)

Not only do Irkens have an assumed base vision resolution that seems more or less on par with human beings, but Invader elites are fitted with ocular implants that grant them a significantly greater advantage in this realm. We don’t know to a certainty how well improved an Irken soldier’s vision is, but Zim was confidently able, within seconds and under pressure, to pick out the area of town he lived in from what was miles away under night hours.

On the topic of night vision, I have a hunch that even without the cybernetics, these guys are adapted to see much better than we in dim to dark environments as well. Most of the early part of their life cycle is lived out in subterranean crèches. On the surface, daytime Irk is cast in a sunset red atmosphere. Oddly, a massive portion of their fashion and architectural aesthetics show a preference for these dark, warmer tones. Ruby is far and away the most common eye color in their kind. All of these facts suggest that warm-spectrum hues and pigments were incredibly common in the homeworld’s history, to point of indicating something about a cultural attraction to them- kind of like how humans put the color blue all over so much corporate branding and elsewhere. Zim’s favorite color has also been revealed to be purple. Most of all, given what I’ve seen of Irk’s, Blorch’s, and Devastis’s surface skies, AND Zim’s reaction to staring directly at the sun for more than a few seconds, I’m assuming that most Irkens are wholly unfamiliar with living in an environment as brightly lit as midday Earth.

I do think Irken eyes “glow” in the dark, but not in the emitting sense. Just more in the reflective one. This they would owe to a well developed tapetum lucidum, as seen in cats and deer and pretty much any animal to give off an eerie eye shine under the right lighting. To point back to arachnids, wolf spiders are speedy nocturnal murder machines with highly developed tapetum lucida, in their secondary eyes, at least. What I love the most about that is it makes it very easy to tell if you’re looking at a mother spider because her babies will give off the same eyeshine if you take a pic of one with the flash on.

Additionally, I won’t forget that sleep is no longer a necessity for our alien subjects. This alone gives them a major edge over any dinural race such as humanity. While Zim has his appearances to keep up during the day, the nighttime on Earth is actually when he is allowed the most free rein to work on his endeavors uninterrupted.

Sound

Ah, so this is the part where I rattle off the common theories we’ve collectively formed about Irken antennae as the replacement for an external ear, eh? Yes, but actually no…. jokes aside, it’s just no. I’ll get to the deal with antennae, but as you might imagine, hearing ability also varies all over the place in the insect world.

It is true that antennae play a large role in the hearing of some critters, such as mosquitoes, whose males use them to pick out the high frequency wing beats of nearby females in a swarm. Crickets, on the other hand, use sensory organs on their legs tuned to much lower sound ranges. There’s no one way to evolutionarily put together a sort-of ear, as well proven by the sheer amount of times it convergently happened in bugs and in how many creative ways.

They literally be designing themselves like me playing around in spore. If we’re not talking about that mosquito or honeybee example, then what we are referring to as an ear and most hearing insects is going to be an external tympanic organ. Most people who have passed high school biology would be able to recognize a visible tympanum in frogs- that circular thing right behind the eyes in most species, and understand it as their version of an ear drum. Many bugs’ tympanums are likewise thin chitinous membranes situated… potentially just about anywhere on the body (again, see above). This is what I think Irkens use as a primary hearing organ, in his case, probably situated on their heads in addition to the feelers. The latter organs I think would also be sensitive to general vibrations and subtler environmental cues, like wind direction and pressure changes, but the bulk of their hearing would be owed to the tympanum.

As far as the quality of their hearing, well, there’s not any sign it differs much from the human experience. Like us, they communicate through verbal language, and the existence of the “Dancing Arcade Game (but for aliens)” confirms at least a similar cultural propensity for music as an entertainment form. Zim is an outlier for the fact that he seems genuinely a little hard of hearing next to his kin, screaming as naturally as he talks and repeatedly mishearing (if hearing at all) people who are speaking directly at him. It’s clear something’s up with his hearing, but there’s no clear answer what and why. At first I was tempted to suggest something about sound passing much differently through the medium of earth’s atmosphere (kind of like how noise on Mars would sound muffled to us), but neither Tak nor Skoodge seemed to pick up the problem when they arrived. It really could be as simple as some kind of birth defect, or even glitches in how his corrupted PAK is processing the inputs it receives. Like many others, I want to imagine that his wig could be interfering too, since it covers the whole top portion of his head; as well, I noticed he has more of those incidents with it on than not.

Smell

Alrighty, NOW we can round back to focusing on the antennae, because this is actually the main thing our insects fine tuned theirs for. And when I say fine tuned- I mean fine tuned. Blood suckers that find their prey through the CO2 of their breath, flies that can pick up on potential food sources from miles away; In the land of the little, scent is everything. Beyond it being their main tool for exploring the environment for what to eat and what to avoid, chemical messages are the backbone of bug-to-bug communication. Pheromones are the divining rod of lonely spiders looking for a mate. They are the bugle of yellow jackets when rallying the nest to attack a threat, and they are the signals that govern about every single action an ant takes from adulthood until death. Obviously, Irkens are much more sight & hearing dependent than these comparisons, but they still have much more bodily specialization dedicated to this sense than we can relate to. For one, they are fastidiously hygienic. Like, “the care-bots from that really creepy episode of the Buzz lightyear cartoon” hygienic. We have yet to see any livable surface of Irk that is not sky to underground terraformed over in all-consuming metal infrastructure. There’s less than no sign of visible life besides the Irkens; ffs, there’s not even soil in sight. Not on Devastis, either. The Organic Sweep sounds like such a nice and pretty euphemism in the face of the actual horror of Blorch’s fate, and all to spare the boots of their military from touching even a speck of “unsavory alien filth”. They live in such a controlled and purified environment that I can’t even imagine the absolute assault on the senses Zim’s every day on our barbaric ball of dirt is. Over and over again he gives off the impression that the constant stink of this place is in fact his chief complaint about living among us. The majority of insults he throws toward humans relate to how they smell or the fact that he finds them “filthy”. We’re flat out nasty to him and I don’t blame him. Even relative to other animals, humans are especially RANK due to the combination of sweat, oils, and bacteria that coat our skin.

And believe it or not, I do think Irkens are in a position to talk shit in this regard. Zim is a really sweaty boi; however, I posed an idea back in that write up about Irken skin before- to summarize- that his kind maintain remarkably sterile cuticles due to the presence of a toxic chemical in their skin. This, I said then, could have been the key to Zim’s lice repelling trait, but I wasn’t so specific at the time about more than that. I got the idea from a group of millipedes that, when disturbed, can secrete hydrogen cyanide as a deterrent to predators. I like to imagine that Irkens can do a similar thing via sweating, not to thermoregulate like us, but as a stress response. It would at least explain why Zim seems like a very nervous sweater. Fun fact if you didn’t know, cyanide’s smell is similar to almonds.

I’m deadass telling you I think Irkens just smell like almond extract. Do with that what you will.

Touch

So, in writing this whole whatever it be, this part was the trickiest to come up with any productive analysis on. I’ve already guessed at what I think Irken skin feels most like (spoiler: hairless caterpillars) in the analysis I referenced up top. Zim being able to pass himself off as a human under the examination of the Skool nurse points to an average body temperature somewhere around our own. What I did find interesting while rewatching the series though was the sheer amount of pain tolerance on these invaders, except in one way. Can I extrapolate this fortitude to Irkens universally? Probably not! Zim is a member of the most elite of the most highly trained members of Irk’s military. I wouldn’t take what a seasoned veteran can handle and assume that’s the human floor in a nutshell, but our invaders CAN tell us quite a bit about their ceiling… starting with the fact that these bastards are ridiculously heat resistant. Irkens are a durable race broadly, but their reactions to extreme temperatures strike me as jaw-droppingly underwhelming, if anything.

Irkens DON’T like being engulfed in flames. It’s still a painful experience to them, but seemingly the kind they can pretty much walk off as soon as it’s over. Through explosions and fire we have seen Zim (and Skoodge) survive in one piece. We’ve seen The Massive take a whole dip into a burning star with no ill effects to the crew within. Most amazing to me was the time in Battle of the Planets when Zim willingly piloted Mars into grazing by the Sun at close range while trying to evade Dib. Totally exposed driver’s seat and he was no worse for wear after this.

Further in the comics we see this touched on in the Zimvoid arc. Zib’s favorite method of torturing the Zims under his training program was to torch them at random for sadistic amusement. Quite interestingly, though, Number 2 implies that their bodies do actually adapt to this treatment over time! Theoretically, Zims further along in the program have become all but invulnerable to fire entirely.

On the other hand, one of the truly most painful things Zim has been shown to experience is to have his skin chemically burned. It’s a strange sort of irony that Earth’s water would prove to be an incapacitating force to them in place of any inferno. He’ll smash his skull into the Voot’s windshield with enough force to pop out an eyeball and it’s whatever. Plenty of other things hurt, but he can power through. You turn a shaken can of soda or a bottle of bbq sauce on him and he’s just left screaming on the ground or screaming and running away. Whatever brutal sort of training he had to go through off world, it didn’t prepare him for this.

Taste

The perceptive side of this I think may not be too hard to figure out. Irken food, as alien as its actual composition could be, has been shown to be heavily analogous to human junk food. I hesitate to call what Irkens are scarfing down “meals” in the proper sense, because I’ve noticed that neither Zim nor his kin intrinsically understand the concept. When he’s trying to blend in as a human being, he puts a LOT of bizarre effort into convincing us that he, just like you inferior creatures, TOTALLY eats “food” on a regular basis like a normal person. When Irkens eat their own products, it’s all and only “snacks”. What follows is the conclusion that their eating habits are not structured into any schedule and that Irkens instead graze throughout the day as they please- and even possibly that eating altogether is more a recreation to them, instead of a necessary function to sustain life. Some fans have speculated that the PAK could provide an Irken with all of the necessary energy to survive absent of nutrition. I kind of want to contest this, given that caloric energy is only one purpose of taking in food… but it’s definitely the most immediate one. Nonetheless, they still eat constantly on screen and it all has to be going somewhere. Whether they need it or not, they still readily digest snacks (and presumably use those chemical building blocks to regenerate tissue damage) with a terrifying metabolic efficiency. Assuming that the resemblance of their snack foods and our leisure treats are not purely coincidental, one gathers that sweetness is the largest dimension of Irken cuisine. They are drawn most enthusiastically to carb-dense synthetic, plant, and possibly fungal matter in the same way that the human brain lights up at the prospect of fat and sugar-loaded meals. The flexible tongues of Irkens to me also resemble the nectar catching, segmented mouthparts of some bees. I would be willing to bet that they can taste salt, but jury’s out if it is something they crave, like us, or are repulsed by, like ants. That would have to come down to the scarcity (or not) of the resource on their home planet and whether or not desiccation was a serious threat in their natural history. In other regards, Zim shows strong negative reactions to most Earth foods, if not physically, than in his expressions. They definitely have powerful vulnerabilities to many human ingredients, and so are very sensitive to the presence of these toxins. I can’t imagine acidic or bitter substances are at all pleasant to them.

Now comes the much more interesting question I’ve thought way too long and hard about in the shower a time or two. Knowing that Irkens are likely a herbivorous breed, ergo, thankfully would have no interest in the consumption of the human race… what about the vise versa??? I don’t just want to know what they taste, but what would they taste like?

So, you’ve decided to mix it up for the thanksgiving dinner and forgo the same boring old bird for an Irken you have vanquished (via what I can only imagine was a freaking miracle of luck). What should you come to expect? Most importantly and I must emphasize this, the secret to preparing their meat is the same as Tolkien dwarves, you have to skin them before anything else. The separation of edible tissues from the cuticle is necessary to avoid ingesting the defensive toxins it contains. Even if the concentration is not enough to provide a danger to you, it could end up contributing an unpleasant, bitter flavor to the final product.

That done, discard the head and digestive organs. True as it may be that Irkens are wholly free of parasites, with a chance that the viscera could be edible, it’s not likely to taste that great and besides, do you really want to take chances with exposing yourself to an entirely foreign gut biome you have no immune adaptations to? And don’t even think about the brain- I don’t care how rare the infection rates are, alien prions are a big no. If you happen to run into any cybernetic implants during the cleaning, however, set them aside! They could be worth a small fortune in the right circles. But, for the purpose of eating we’re really concerned with the muscle tissues, a delicate white meat with a texture similar to fresh crab. The bones need not be wasted, and are fine to leave in, or can be boiled on their own to make a flavorful stock which can be added to soups or a delightful gravy. A surprisingly practical use of Irken bone could also be in the compost bin, being rich in chitosan and other powerful garden fertilizers. The flesh can do well fried, or roasted to a crispy exterior. The oven rule is the same as chicken, low and slow, to prevent drying out. Don’t be afraid to experiment with the gravy idea or marinades. The flavor profile of the meat itself would be utterly unique from what most of us are used to, comparable to a nutty crayfish. Savory, a bit of a sweetness, and a mineral hint that pairs quite well with mushrooms or rice.

I can’t recommend serving this to any guests with shellfish allergies in good conscience. If they insist, do so in caution and with knowledge of the risk of cross reactivity.

And there you have …. certainly a thing I did write and queue up for y’all!

#invader Zim #iz #irkens #iz analysis #iz headcanons #cool bug facts #insects #speculative biology #hear me out #it’s not cannibalism if it’s interspecies #I apologize for writing this while hungry #scarlet talks about things #scarlet really should have eaten breakfast today #also happy thanksgiving???? #cw arachnid #long post

[affiesque]

So Ai Di x Chen Yi has essentially taken over my brain, which led to a late-night writing session that resulted in this little thing. Note that it’s really just PWP and definitely NSFW. If that’s your thing, please enjoy! 🖤

Once again Ai Di found himself in Chen Yi’s room, his bed. Weeks of push and pull, teasing and understanding led him back - this time both of them sober and mostly clear-eyed. Things are quiet, probably too quiet - the eye of the storm, no doubt - with no one injured, no one missing, no one beating down the doors, at least not today. Ai Di has noticed something different in Chen Yi’s expressions of late, something hard and gentle at the same time - sure, there’s that same desire, the look that says he might devour Ai Di entirely if given the chance. But there’s something else lurking underneath, and Ai Di wants nothing more than to tear it out of Chen Yi and pull it apart and get his hands dirty with the feeling of it, the promise of what it might be.

Right now, though, Chen Yi’s hands are in his hair and anything he might want to say is swallowed up by Chen Yi’s teeth tugging at his lips. Ai Di melts into the kiss, sliding their tongues together and pressing himself against Chen Yi so hard he almost feels like he could disappear. They stay like this for a long while, Ai Di breathing in the heady scent of Chen Yi, the deep woodsy smell of his cologne and something darker underneath, tasting each others mouths until Ai Di can’t bear it any longer and starts tearing at their clothes. Ai Di pushes Chen Yi onto his back, peppering his jaw with kisses, then moving down to nip and suck at the sensitive skin of his neck, drawing out tiny sounds of pleasure. Ai Di continues lower, his hands roaming freely over Chen Yi’s naked body, enjoying the tremors under his fingers when he hits a particularly sensitive spot. He’s so absorbed in his explorations that he’s caught off guard when Chen Yi grabs him by the waist and tosses him on his back, letting out a huff of indignation that Chen Yi just laughs at.

Chen Yi leans in to offer a kiss of apology, then trails his lips up to Ai Di’s ear and whispers oh so softly, “Wanna taste you.” Ai Di hums in appreciation as Chen Yi takes him in his mouth, carefully at first and then with more and more insistence, sucking him in deeper and deeper until Ai Di’s hips start lifting off the bed of their own accord, his dick slamming against the back of Chen Yi’s throat. Another minute of this and Ai Di knows he won’t last much longer. As if reading his mind, in one fluid motion Chen Yi pulls off his cock and flips him onto his stomach.

“Fuck, Chen Yi!”

Ai Di is turned on and pissed off at the same time as he feels the full weight of Chen Yi on his back, the insistent press of his hard-on against his ass. Before Ai Di can do anything about it, Chen Yi is back at his ear, his voice pitched even lower this time, dripping with intention: “Wanna taste all of you.” The sound that escapes Ai Di’s lips is one that only dogs can hear, and before his brain can fully catch up to what’s happening, Chen Yi has buried himself face-first in Ai Di’s ass, tongue lapping and pressing insistently at his entrance. It doesn’t take long until Ai Di’s legs are shaking and he’s reduced to humping the bed, trying to get any friction he can for his aching dick. He vaguely wonders where the hell Chen Yi learned to do this, a tiny flare of jealousy that he might have been doing this with someone else while Ai Di was gone those four years erupting, only to be pushed aside by the overwhelming sensations radiating from the core of his body.

“Please, Chen Yi - I need you - ah, please, just fuck me already,” Ai Di stutters out, craning his neck to see Chen Yi pull back with a triumphant smile.

“Such an eager boy,” Chen Yi teases, pressing tender kisses to Ai Di’s spine.

Ai Di buries his face in the pillow beneath him, listening to the sounds of Chen Yi slicking up his fingers, barely able to contain himself as Chen Yi works him open slowly but intently. By the time Chen Yi gets a third finger inside of him, Ai Di’s head is swimming and his breath is coming in short, hard bursts. Another flip onto his back and suddenly Chen Yi is above him, inside him, overwhelming him. They cling to each other, Chen Yi’s hips snapping into Ai Di at a steady pace, his head tucked into Ai Di’s shoulder. Ai Di moans Chen Yi’s name again and again, then pulls him back by the hair to press a brutal kiss to his lips. When Chen Yi finally breaks away his eyes stay locked on Ai Di’s face, and when he speaks his voice is filled with emotion: “Tell me you’re mine, Ai Di. Tell me.”

“I’m yours, Chen Yi, I’m yours.” Ai Di whispers it like a holy mantra, tears pricking the edges of his vision. Chen Yi’s eyes flutter closed and he lets out what sounds to Ai Di’s ears like a sigh of relief. But all of a sudden Ai Di feels that ugly flare of envy arise in him again, thoughts of Chen Yi’s desperate crush on their boss rushing to the front of his mind. He needs to know once and for all that Chen Yi only has eyes for him, needs to have the wildfires of his jealousy extinguished for good.

“Tell me you’re mine, Chen Yi - I want to hear you say it.” Ai Di’s hands travel up to caress Chen Yi’s neck. When he presses experimentally, Chen Yi’s eyes fly open, dark as obsidian.

“I’m yours Ai Di,” he gasps, leaning into the pressure. Ai Di tightens his grip just a bit more.

“And no one else’s,” Ai Di demands.

“And no one else’s,” Chen Yi repeats. Ai Di releases his neck, his hands caressing Chen Yi’s face as Chen Yi begins to pick up the pace even more, his cock finally reaching the spot that makes Ai Di arch up off the mattress, a loud moan escaping him. He can feel his orgasm building, and before long he’s coming untouched, spilling all over his stomach. Chen Yi follows soon after, filling Ai Di and collapsing into his arms. Ai Di sighs happily, running his fingers through Chen Yi’s hair, scratching a soothing rhythm into his scalp. A minute of comfortable silence passes, after which Ai Di feels a strange hitching of breath coming from Chen Yi. He pushes himself up a bit, forcing Chen Yi to lift his head, and can’t understand why he’s seeing tears staining Chen Yi’s face.

“Hey, hey - what’s this?” he asks, concern evident in his voice, but Chen Yi can only shake his head. Ai Di gently shifts them around so he can better tuck Chen Yi into his arms, comforting him as he cries.

Eventually Chen Yi looks up at him, choking out the words: “Please - please just promise you’ll never leave me again.”

Ai Di lets out a deep breath and pulls him closer, thumbs brushing away his tears. “I’m not going anywhere, Chen Yi. I’m yours - I’m yours.”

#kiseki: dear to me #kiseki dear to me #ai di x chen yi #ai di #chen yi #my fic #its been a while since i’ve written anything like this so please forgive any rustiness #it’s kind of angsty #but i promise they are actually happy

[weministertomonsters]

Orc (Oak) x human female reader ~ Part 1

If you enjoy this story, please re-blog it if you're able! It helps a lot. <3

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The air bites at your skin and you can see each puffing white cloud of your breath as you struggle to keep your numb fingers curled around the handles of the basket of wood chips. The first thing you hear is the chatter of talking women and second, the crack of Ms. Markely's cane.

"Faster!" Ms. Markely snaps, and someone howls in pain.

"Oh, Ms. Markely, do have some pity on her," one of the women tuts. "She's just a girl."

"She's twelve, old enough to know that if she doesn't help fill her family quota, it will be her plate going empty," Ms. Markely sneers back. "The sooner you're done, girl, the sooner you can leave, so continue carding that wool. I don't want to see a single tangle when you're through."

Ms. Markely turns her ungainly body, rustling in her crisp skirt, and spots you.

"Come now, stoke the fire. We're all freezing," she commands.

You do as she asks, glad to have a reason to crouch beside the warm fireplace. You can't linger for long, however, and as soon as you're done you move over to the corner where the young girl crouches, untangling sheep's wool. Her face is dirty and smudged where fresh tears have run. A scruffy kitten lies sleeping on her lap. She smiles when you take a stool to sit on and begin to help her.

"My name is Ann, what's yours?" She asks.

You tell her your name and inquire about the kitten. "Is she yours?"

"Not really but she's a stray so Momma said I could keep her."

You make small talk for a while but soon fall into companionable silence. You daydream about the things you would rather do. Sleep, for one. And make clothes for people as a seamstress instead of being confined to carding wool, a job that has no room for creativity and design.

Everyone has been carding and spinning wool since morning, and the cold makes backs ache and fingers protest even more than usual but no one complains. For many, this is the only way they can ensure food on their tables and grain in their bins during the long winter months.

"How much longer?" Ann whispers, scratching at her hair.

You shrug a shoulder and wince at the throbbing pain that you're reminded of. You had gone out to chop wood in the shed earlier and since you had wanted a substantial amount, you were probably swinging that heavy axe for longer than you should have.

With this weather, it's hard to know the time, as the dusky light filtering through the dirty windows could either mean early morning, late evening, or anything in between. At the speed at which you're forced to work, a single hour feels like so much more.

"Ms. Markley, when will we go for a break?" Ann asks, "I need to pee."

"When you've darned that basket of clothes," Ms. Markely says, pointing.

In a place like this, there's always extra work to do. Ann groans loudly and scrambles out of the way of Ms. Markely's swiping cane.

"Don't let me catch you slacking off or you'll stay an extra hour," the woman warns sternly.

No one can complain. More than half of the young women are unmarried, meaning they have no one to rely on. Others are apprentices for various jobs that have nothing to do in the winter, so the wealthy families in the town offer food and board and a small stipend in exchange for their labor. 

Ms. Markely is in charge of everything, so no one dares stand against her. Not even if you needed to piss, like poor Ann. Outside, the clop of horse hooves draws nearer and Ms. Markely peers outside, smoothing her stiffly starched collar.

"The delivery man is here for the wool," she says. "You there, go and help load the bags out."

She's looking at you over her beak-like nose. You've been living with her for over two months and she still can't recall your name. You stand quickly, wincing as your knees protest. The damn cold. It's bearable though because you get to see Oak, so you hurry out before Ms. Markely changes her mind.

You've been friends with Oak for a while now, ever since the Summer Festival when you drank too much mead and made a fool out of yourself dancing on a table and he was daft enough to call the incident a cute mishap.

"Hurry!" Ms. Marekly snaps unmercifully. "The horse will need to eat before its rounds as well s you might as well feed it while you're out there. Can't expect that man to do everything."

"Yes, Ms. Markely." You sigh and dip into a small curtsy before stepping outside, bracing yourself for the cold, and yet you're still unprepared for how brutally cold it is.

The sunlight reflecting on the snow hurts your eyes and you blink until they adjust. Oak comes twice a week to take the spun wool to the warehouse, where it is then shipped off to fairer lands where the woolen clothes are worn for fashion more than anything, or so you've heard.

Oak is also a farmer and even owns a plot of land. That alone makes him considerably well-off but it has got to be a lot of work to manage a farm, although you haven't asked him about it because you don't want to seem nosy.

You pause for a moment to watch him haul bales of hay out of the cart he brought along for the horse. Ms. Markely pays for that hay, which is fed to the horse Oak takes to the warehouse. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, revealing inky tribal tattoos, which makes you wonder how he isn't freezing.

His ears are studded with bronze rings and his shiny hair- even longer than yours, is loose around his neck to retain body warmth. He's an orc but that never made him anything less in your eyes; in your opinion, he's more handsome than most of the men you know. He looks up and catches you staring and calls out your name, beckoning you over. You blush and hurry forward.

"Hey. Let me help you with those," you murmur, grabbing the rough rope looped around a hay bale.

"They're almost half your size, doll, and rather heavy. Don't worry about it," he says, amusement sparkling in his eyes.

He knows you're going to insist on helping anyway. You work in tandem to take them into the shed, which doubles as a storeroom. He carries two at a time and could probably carry more if he had extra hands. You half-carry and half-drag two bales in, proud of your small accomplishment.

Once the last of the hay has been brought in and the horse is fed, an awkward pause comes between you as you stand in the shed. It's nearly impossible not to look at him. You clasp your hands together and blow on them, rubbing to try and wake your fingers up.

"Let me," Oak says, reaching out to take your hands between his.

His body runs hot and his palms instantly warm your hands. Idly, you think about what a cozy bedmate he would make. You wouldn't need to layer several dresses on to stay warm. You could just snuggle up against his big body.

His thumbs stroke over the backs of your newly awakened hands and you shiver. The veins running up his arms give you butterflies in your stomach. Oak is strong enough to yank young trees up by their roots and yet gentle enough to hold a newborn kitten with tender care. It makes you wonder how his touch would feel on you.

He calls your name and you jerk your gaze up to his face. Life up in the icy north is rough on everyone but the crow's feet that appear when he smiles have a sort of elegance that makes it impossible to guess his age accurately. His orcish smile and boyish gaze don't help either.

"I'm sorry, did you say something?" You stammer.

"I said, you look rather thin and pale. Have you been eating enough?"

You bite your lip and look down. "My work keeps me busy," you murmur. "I'm often too exhausted to eat when I get home."

"That's no good," he murmurs. "You know, I packed breakfast today. I still have some of it left over."

"Oh no, please don't bother," you stammer and he shakes his head, looming above you with a concerned frown.

"I do bother, doll. I want you healthy and happy, and you're neither right now."

You try to explain, but he's already striding out of the woodshed, ducking to avoid hitting his head on the door frame.

You wait, nervously imagining how mad Ms. Markely would be when she realizes you haven't returned yet and the ideas she'll get in her head about what took you so long... With any luck, she'll be too busy scolding someone to notice your absence. Oak enters the shed again, holding out a parcel of brown paper.

"It's not much but it's better than nothing," he says, all smiles again.

"Oh, I can't take your food," you say, but he's already unwrapping the package.

There are thick pieces of meat and cheese in there, along with a raisin bun. It's been weeks since you had anything other than bread and lukewarm soup. You bite your lip as the smell wafts over you.

"I know you are all working hard, but that woman seems to go harder on you than the rest as if she hates you. I can't help but worry," he says. "Don't let her walk all over you, okay?"

He breaks off a piece of the bun and holds it up to your mouth. Your embarrassment almost gets the better of you but you're very hungry, so you give in and let him feed you. Even though the bun is a little stale, it's the best thing you've ever eaten. The meat and cheese taste even better, deliciously pungent and salty.

When he has given you the last piece of meat, he's about to withdraw his hand when you grab it and lick the sugar from the raisin bun off his fingers, stomach satisfied and rumbling slightly with the richness of the food.

"I like your food," you mumble.

"And do you know what effect that has on me?" He says, his voice low and soft and upset. "You can't just go around licking my fingers, doll. I've only got so much self-control."

You drop his hand and back away sheepishly. "I... Sorry. That wasn't intentional."

"I'm hardly angry." His hand remains at his side and you wish he'd wipe it off.

Anything to burst the bubble of tension that has appeared between you. You still can't believe you licked his fingers. You stare at each other for a moment, at loss for words. He isn't even a little put off by your actions and some hidden part of you is curious about what will happen if you do it again.

"Where is that girl?" Ms. Markely suddenly shouts somewhere outside, bringing both of you back into the present with a bang. Oak draws back, tugging on his ear.

"I..." He clears his throat. "I have to go. Will I see you next week?"

You nod, licking your lips where the flavor still lingers. His gaze falls to them and his jaw clenches.

"I guess I'll see you then," he says. "Now take this and buy yourself something proper to eat for dinner."

He presses a couple of coins into your hand and ducks through the door, giving you no time to give it back. Your heart soars with joy and so much more as you slip it into your pocket and hurry out of the shed. Oak is hitching up the horse and you wave before you duck inside. Luckily for you, Ms. Markely has found a new target, waving her cane around and yelling about how to properly card and spin wool. You sense some of the women eyeing you with knowing suspicion but that's a concern for later.

For now, you sit and pick a new basket of wool to card, your stomach filled and heart warm.

#exophilia #terato #monster boyfriend #monster x reader #x reader #monster x human #monster romance #monster lover

[uchihastor]

two months too late (love witnessed by the stars)

sasusaku blank period week 2024 | day one: rooftop confessions ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚

Sakura always admired the stars. They were the sole reason on why she loved the night, as mysterious as the sky was.

A obsidian canvas decorated with twinkling lights, the moon glowing calmly down at her. She looked at them and felt so small in comparison, as if she was nothing but a speck of dust. In a way, all of them were.

Her jade green eyes continued inspecting them, connecting the dots and drawing constellations. Just then, a gentle breeze passed through her village, and she breathed deeply the cool night air that felt pleasantly chilly upon her warm skin.

It has been three years since the Fourth Great Shinobi War, and she found herself becoming more restless as time passed by. So after a long day of preparations and negotiations, being alone — watching the stars and the city lights — always managed to calm her down.

And thankfully, laying down on her home's rooftop with the pickup playing her favourite vinyls in the background, and drinking her father's borrowed (stolen) beer straight out of the barrel, wa1s the highlight of her life at the moment.

The air shifted around her suddenly, and in a matter of seconds. Her once relaxed shoulders tensed up, and her half-lidded gaze sharpened with the knowledge of who perched at the railings right besides her.

“Nice of you to visit, stranger,” The bite came out of her tongue rather automatically, but she wasn't allowimg herself to feel nothing more than a tinge of resentment.

(Her heart melted at the sight of his dark eye and his dark soft-looking hair. Her heart, that traitor.)

“Sakura.”

That was it. One utterance of her name, in the most gentle tone she had ever heard from him. She resented herself a little more for recognising the look in his eyes, the way they softened when he looked at her.

“Sasuke,” She parroted, mocking — feeling petty.

She looked away from him, not being able to watch him for much longer. Her heart beat erratically against her ribcage, and she settled down her cup before she could accidentally shutter it.

“...I'm sorry,” He muttered after a pause.

Sakura hummed nonchalantly, inspecting her well-trimmed nails in interest. “So you say.”

His chakra brushed against her own, lighting against earth, scorching hot against cool. It engulfed her slowly, intimately —

— too intimately.

She snapped her head back to him, eyebrows furrowed in irritation. “Don't do that!” She scowled, glaring.

Sasuke stepped down from the railing, but it was done so effortlessly, and he looked so good doing it — it pissed Sakura off.

“I'd do it again if it makes you look at me, you didn't even chanced a glance,” his lips tilted up in amusement. “Very unlike you.”

Sakura's eyes widened, mouth falling open at the pure audacity that made her cheeks flush red from embarrassment. “I- What did you say?!”

Sasuke tilted his head slightly, very much like a cat, and regarded her with mirth. “I said, I'd do it again if it makes you- foohk ath—”

Sakura covered his mouth before he repeated it for second time. “Got it! Now stop,” she grumbled, before yelping as he licked her palm.

Suddenly, his hand wrapped around her wrist and warmth enveloped her body. He kissed her inner wrist with soft, if not somewhat dry lips, and proceeded to control her hand upwards to cup his cheek.

“I'm sorry I'm late-”

“-two months! It's been two months!-”

“-I have no excuses.”

As if she couldn't be more mortified, her eyes teared up.  “Is this how it's always going to be? You, leaving me hanging every time? I could have moved on!”

“I don't want you to move on.” He almost snapped.

Her eyebrows shot up in disbelief. “Are you kidding me you selfish-!”

She pursed her lips together and screamed at the back of her throat, pure frustration leaking out of her. She looked away and snatched her hand from him, chest rising up and down as her vision slowly started seeing red.

Sasuke's jaw clenched. “Look at me.”

“Go fuck youself.”

“Sakura,” His soft tone was gone, showing his own irritation. “I'm not going to say it again.”

The rosette clenched her hands into fists, hating how she turned into a puddle.

Sakura glanced at him, watching him with both caution and hurt, to which she tried to bury.

Sasuke softened. “Can I take you to dinner, now?”

“Hm,” she huffed, tilting her chin up. “You're two months too late.”

He smiled gently, eyes closing. “Well, I'm glad it wasn't four.”

Sakura's eyebrow twitched. “Oh? We turned more talkative now, haven't we? Left behind the depression and pursued a career at comedy?”

Sasuke wisely nodded. “Indeed, it has done wonders to my esteem.”

At that, Sakura barked out a rough laugh. She cleared her throat and crossed her arms over her chest, hugging herself.

“I'll need some answers before you take me out, Mr. Uchiha.”

Sasuke paused, fingers twitching as if he wanted to touch her. Instead, he settled for tugging a stray rosey strand behind her ear.

“What are your questions?”

She hummed. “One: where have you been?”

“S-Rank mission, at the Land of Water,” He admitted, despite the fact that he just broke the Code of Shinobi Secrecy. “I had some things to investigate for Kakashi.”

She scrutinized him closely with narrowed eyes, before she nodded. “Two: why the lack of correspondence?”

At this, Sasuke gulped silently and glanced away from her, finding a great interest at her shoes all of the sudden.

“...I'm paranoid,” He said truthfully. “I would never send anything back, not when there's a chance I'm being under surveillance by the enemy forces.”

Sakura softened, yet still held her ground.

“Three,” She croaked out, voice slightly trembling. “Do you like me?”

At this, Sasuke chuckled. “What? Of course not.”

Her heart plummeted, fearing for the worst, thinking that this dinner for him was something he does with platonically-

And suddenly, she felt him poke her forehead right in the middle — just where her seal, her pride and joy, is.

“I love you,” He confessed, causing Sakura's eyes to glisten with unshed tears. “And I will continue doing so, for the rest of my life. Even if you don't want me to.”

Sakura took a deep breath and released it, choking on a cry — or a laugh?

“I will not say it back.”

Sasuke smirked down at her, but rather than taking her into his arms, he kissed her forehead — so tenderly and full with adoration — and tangled his fingers through her hair.

“You don't have to — you've said it so many times before, even the stars have become our witnesses.”

#sasuke uchiha #sasusaku #sakura haruno #blank period #sasusaku blank period #sasusaku blank period 2024 #rooftop confession #fluff #a little angst

[countingsheepboi]

Weak for You ~ Laxus

Your relationship with Laxus was like Natsi with Gajeel.

You two never got along.

Despite you both being S-class mages... You hated each other. There was constant bickering. Not a second was quiet when you were both in the room.

Lucky though, like Gajeel, you worked together well when it mattered.

Though recently, Laxus has been acting strange. You'd be talking with Natsu and he'd hurled bolts of lightning at you. You'd go on an S-class mission and he'd swoop in and steal the job.

It was starting to really piss you off. As you have been running late on your payment for your house. DUE TO SOMEONE TAKING ALL OF THE WELL-PAYING JOBS!

Today you hit your limit.

You had picked up a job that was fairly dangerous as you'd have to deal with tough monsters; you could handle it FINE.

Though Laxus certainly didn't think so as he snatched it out of your hands.

Oh hell no. You thought.

"What is going on with you!" you snarled. "Give me that job back!"

Laxus laughed and plastered on his usual grin. "Na, I'm good. After you wouldn't be able to handle it anyway, so I'm just saving you the trouble."

No fucking way did he just go there! He knows you hate people calling you weak. You had reached your fucking limit.

"FUCK YOU LAXUS!" you screamed, drawing attention from the guild. "You have been a complete ass all month! Constantly insulting me, taking jobs, interrupting conversations. And now you dare say that! After I trusted you and confided in you! Fuck you!"

Before Laxus could say anything, you'd snatched the job paper and stormed off.

"I-" he began but you flashed him the middle finger.

He instantly knew he fucked up.

Laxus immediately ran after you. You had quite the headstart but being a dragon slayer had its advantages when trying to catch up to people.

He grabbed your arm pulling you into a tight hug. "Let go of me dammit!" 

He refused and simply held you. "...I'm sorry," he muttered.

You pounded against his chest. "You know that I hate it when someone says I'm weak!"

"I know-"

"Then why did you say that!" you cried out.

He paused. "I wanted to prevent you from hurting yourself..."

Your glare softened slightly. "Why?"

"Because I hate seeing you come back hurt."

You stopped your resistance. He responded by hugging you tighter. 

"I can't stop taking jobs, I do need to pay rent" he opened his mouth to protest. "However if you're so worried, you can tag along."

His body relaxed after that and without saying anything, you knew he liked that idea better.

#fanfic #Laxus #laxus x reader #fairy tail #fairy tail x reader #anime #fuff #comfort #x reader

[newtthetranswriter]

I’m thinking I need some Dabi…maybe reader is the kid of a fellow villain the League is working with or even a former target, but they form a bond and he sneaks into their room from time to time to visit and label their relationship;)

Paring: Dabi x Reader

Word count: 1764

Warnings: Mentions of childhood trauma, spoilers for Dabi’s past if you haven’t seen that bit yet, talk of killing endeavor.

A/n: One, thank you for requesting. Two, I love you. Three, I hope you like it. I went for a more reader is also the kid of dick prohero and became a villain. 

Being the child of a hero wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. Having the constant pressure of being better than your parents and proving that you’re also great at saving people sucks. I spent my entire childhood trying to prove myself and when I failed to get into U.A my life just got worse. I was kicked out because how could I not get into the best hero school with my quirk.

    My quirk let me draw energy from the moon and stars and turn it into powerful attacks. I was also able to heal minor wounds with my quirk but nothing substantial enough to go into a medical field. Having a quirk that relied on the moon meant that taking the entrance exam in the middle of the day was extremely difficult, this resulted in me not scoring enough points to get in. This pissed off my parents who called me a disappointment for not being able to use my quirk during the day, not my fault but ok, they said they couldn’t bear to deal with a child that couldn’t be a hero so they kicked me out.

     That was eight years ago. I’ve spent that time living on the street and doing some not so legal things to survive. Being able to use my quirk at night made it fairly easy to steal from shops and people wandering the wrong parts of town late at night. I quickly earned the villain name of Moon Spirit. Now don’t get me wrong I wasn’t a villain in the sense of hurting people just to hurt people. I only did it to survive, if someone got hurt maybe they shouldn’t have been in my way.

     My ability to unleash powerful attacks at night is what led the League of Villains to recruit me. They were planning an attack on U.A’s current Class 1-A. This attack was to happen at night up in the woods, and they figured having my powers there would be valuable. They weren’t wrong, I was able to help keep the Pro-heroes distracted while the rest of the group went after a kid named Bakugo. After the attack and nearly being caught by All Might I officially joined the league. It just made sense, working in a group would offer more protection not to mention our goal was to overthrow this corrupt hero loving society, which was down to help with.

     I hated heroes after what my parents did and that hate only grew stronger as I got closer to a certain fire user who trusted me with the truth of his past. After finding out that Dabi was Endeavor’s oldest kid and hearing how the flaming ass treated his kids, I knew I would help Dabi take out the overgrown birthday candle. He also became aware of my past and agreed to help me take out my parents as well. 

     All of this happened in one of our secret late night meetings. Every night one of us would sneak into the other’s room and we would just relax. SOmetimes it would be playing some video game I managed to steal from Shigaraki, other nights we just layed down and vented about our trash parents. Right now it was a more relaxing night, I had Kurogiri warp me to a convenience store nearby where I snagged a bunch of candy and sodas, and now we are just watching random shows trying to forget the trauma of our life and enjoy each other's presence. 

      The comfortable silence that overcame the room as the current program ended on the tv was broken by Dabi. “What are we doing? I know what the League's plan is, that’s not what I’m talking about.” He asked and then began clarifying what he ment. “I mean what are me and you doing? We both know this probably isn’t going to end well, one of us is going to get captured or hurt. We shouldn’t be doing this, hanging out late at night sharing secrets and trauma bonding.” He stated sitting up and moving away from me.

      I was in complete shock. I know he’s right but I thought we were doing more than trauma bonding and I had to voice that. “I don’t think we are just trauma bonding, if that was the case you would have told me about your past long before these late night hang outs. You’re right that one of us is probably going to end up hurt or in jail but why can’t we enjoy our time together.” I said trying to get him to see that even if shit goes south in the future we can enjoy right now. “If you feel that sneaking out to talk in the middle of the night is pointless then just say the word, and I will go back to my room and act like nothing ever happened. But if you do that now you can’t change your mind. If there is any doubt in your mind that you still want to have these late night meet ups, then be quiet and play the next show.” I didn’t want to leave but if Dabi wanted to end it then so be it. I would walk away and lock these feelings away and pretend nothing ever happened.

      Dabi stayed silent for a moment. “I don’t want to stop doing this, but if we keep doing it I won’t be able to go through with my plan. I’ve grown too attached to you, I need to let you go before I change my mind on other plans.” He said not fully explaining himself.

      “What does that even mean? You grew too attached to me? Like you caught feelings, cause if that’s the case news flash so have I but that doesn’t mean you have to change any plans for that. I accepted that we may lose each other but I want us to spend whatever time we have left together. Don’t make us stop being together because you think you’re going to die, you should instead make more time for us to enjoy each other’s company.” I expressed my feelings, not noticing that he was staring at me wide-eyed not having expected this reaction. “I love you, Toya. And I’m tired of hiding it. If you really think you can’t go through with killing your dad because of your feelings for me then don’t do it. Hurt him in a different way, make him wish he was dead. But don’t cut me off.” I now had tears running down my face, not realizing what I had called him.

      To say Dabi was stunned would be an understatement. He never expected that suggesting our hangouts stop would lead to me saying I loved him, and definitely not me calling him his real name for the first time. “I-i love you too. But I wouldn’t even know where to start. The only way I can think to hurt him in such a way is hurting my brothers and sister, and I can’t do that. The best way to get revenge is to kill him and the only way for me to do that is to sacrifice myself.” He was letting his thoughts flow with no filter. It was the first time he admitted that he couldn’t hurt his siblings. “I know I said in the past I could hurt Shoto but I don’t think I can. I have to kill Endeavor . That's the only way to make him pay for everything he has done to us.” He had blood leaking from the staples near his eyes at this point. It would have scared me if I didn’t know that was because of how damaged his tear ducts are.

      I reached over and rested my hands under his eyes, letting the small amount of energy I gathered on my trip to store relieve some of the pain near his eyes. “It’s good to know that your feelings about hurting your siblings have changed, all they have done is be hurt by your father. I can see why you think killing him is the best option, but what if we did something a little less violent for once? I have a few ideas and it would hurt both of our parents.” I said trying to find a solution so that maybe he doesn’t have to die to get revenge. He looked at me confused for a second but nodded for me to continue. “We make videos. And before you ask, let me explain. We make videos telling the world all horrible things our parents have done. You tell the world how Enji Todoroki is an abusive ass who views his children as weapons to take down All Might, and when they don’t meet his standards he casts them aside like trash. Show them who you are. Let the world know that the new number one hero’s kid is alive and fighting against him. I’ll do the same explaining how my parents kicked me out because I couldn't be a hero. And to add salt to the wound we tell the world that we can’t be stopped as long as we have each other.” I told him. 

     He just looked at me for a second, before he responded. “I will agree to do that but only if you agree to never call me Toya again. As well as if he doesn’t completely break from being exposed as a horrible father you help me kill him, you have to help me end him so we both live.” He said resting his own hand on my check.

     I blushed as I realized I had in fact called him Toya earlier when my emotions had gotten the best of me. I just smiled and nodded. “If he somehow manages to overcome being outed as a dick, I will help you end him. And I apologize for calling you that. Let me rephrase, I love you Dabi.” I said with a smile. “Now if we are done with this mushy shit, I would like to watch some more movies with my boyfriend if that's okay with you.” I smirked at him as a slight blush over took his own face, well at least the parts not covered with deep purple scars.

     “Yeah, whatever.” he responded and moved so we were back to laying against each other to see the tv. The only difference was instead of crossing his arms behind his head he had one draped over my shoulders pulling me closer.

#x reader #mha x reader #dabi x reader #bnha dabi #todoroki touya #touya todoroki #toya x reader #touya x reader #bnha

[the-illiterate-pirate]

Please can I request another oneshot with a female reader. Where she is best friends with Joseph Joestar and they go to Italy together to train their hamon skills. However, as soon as they meet Caesar he falls in love with her which makes Joseph very jealous as he only recently started to feel more than friendship for her :) I can’t wait to read more of your writing :)

Hello again! Thank you for waiting. Yeesh, this was a pain. I don't think I'll be taking anymore love triangle requests in the future. Unless you paid me, hehe.

I hope you enjoy! I tried taking a saltier turn with this one but fear not, we still get our happy ending.

In-A-Godda-Da-Vidda

Woo name change. I feel this one matches the tone better than Jack Stauber. Check it out! It's a long one but it's great

Notes: Fem!reader, female pet names are included, angst, I think that's it!

It was unnatural for Joseph to be acting like some jealous brat. Childish, maybe. But these foreign feelings wrapping around his heart like bramble were becoming unbearable, and Joseph needed to bring an end to them quick.

It had only been a couple days since stepping foot in Italy, and you had already made a strong impression on the blond that set Joseph's blood to a boil. You had him wrapped around your finger, smitten, just like your closest best friend.

Was Joseph jealous because he thought Caesar could steal you away? Of course not! You were smart enough to not fall for his fake charm... Hopefully. He had faith that you wouldn't fall for the Casanova. But Caesar was acting rather bold lately. If Joseph wasn't by your side, the blond would be offering you random weeds and flowers he just so happens to find, telling you sickeningly sweet words that made Joseph want to gag. Gross.

Fear not! Your best friend Joestar would steal you away to protect you from the Italian. Training was taking too much time, Joseph feared. Luckily he was able to sneak away from Lisa Lisa, with you in tow. Rowing a boat was nothing if it meant spending time with you, Joseph didn't care about the subtle ache in his arms once he heard the childlike giggle come from you. He was pulled around all of Venice by you, but he didn't mind a bit. Joseph enjoyed watching you ogle store windows, and comment on the smells of fresh Italian cuisine. You even got him to buy you fresh gelato, something you could finally cross off your bucket list. The time you spent with your best friend was good, hiding away from a (very surely) pissed off Lisa Lisa and Caesar was great fun. The day until you all defeated the Pillar Men was drawing closer, you deserved some time off to relax.

Somehow you both were able to waste a whole day doing nothing in Italy. No more than a couple dollars was spent to make this a day to remember. With the city behind you, you and Joseph watched the sun set behind the sea. It was a beautiful sight to behold, a fitting end to the day. While you walked, the sky was streaked with orange and pink stretching across the sky. Yes, beautiful, but it was your sign that the fun was up, and you had to go back to Suplena Island to face the music.

"Can't believe we have to go back already... Today has been amazing, JoJo." You sigh in defeat, grabbing a hold on your best friend's arm.

There was a cheesy smug look on his face. "Amazing, hmm? I guess you could call it the greatest day of your life, right?!"

"Don't push your luck," You grinned. "Amazing, yes. But today certainly coulda done with some actual food... If Caesar was here I definitely coulda gotten some."

"Oh please, don't bring that cheese head into this!" Joseph groaned in desperation, two hands thrown over his head. You giggle quietly to yourself, "Oops, did I strike a nerve? Sounds like someone is upset. Don't tell me, are you upset because you couldn't take Caesar with you to Italy instead?" You couldn't help to tease him. The growing rivalry between the two was hilarious. Enemies at sight. You would never forget the face Joseph made after Caesar fired back those noodles of squid ink pasta.

Finally made it back to the boat, surrounded with other much better and much more expensive looking ships compared to the wooden row boat you drove in on. Joseph was still salty about your prying even as you neared your very special boat. As you moved to untie the thing Joseph's words stopped you. "The whole point of this trip was to get away from the bastard."

"JoJo, we've only known the guy for less than a month! How are you so jealous?"

"Tch! I'm not jealous! I hate the way he looks at you! Someone needs to protect you from him."

"And how does he look at me, JoJo?"

He thought about for a minute. "Like you're a piece of meat."

That stung you. That shock quickly turned into a dull anger. "Jeez, Joseph. No man is good enough for you! Even as a kid you'd never let me hang out with anyone. You're such a...a–!"

"What was that? Don't tell me you're actually interested in giving that sleazeball a chance!"

"You're a little too late, Joseph."

To help solidify the horrors he dreaded, a familiar accented voice filled in the silence between you two. "There you are! I've been looking everywhere!"

Caesar broke his jog to slide in next to you. He was bundled up heavily to combat the cool Italian night, his hand coming up to hold yours to share his heat. He ignored the awkward silence from your best friend and you, and ignored the angry and betrayed look on Joseph's face to only anger him more.

"What do you think you're doing?! Sneaking away in the middle of your training to goof off? Typical, Joestar!"

"Caesar, please..." You tried to stop with a soft hand placed on his chest. Joseph watched, another nail added to his coffin.

"Cara, you shouldn't indulge him! Going along with his idiotic plans will just get you in trouble."

Joseph's first greeting to his friend was a hearty and quick punch to his face. Caesar was already on the ground before his name left your lips. You dropped to care for him, holding him close as if he was made of glass, you left Joseph still standing, anger so visible in his eye now that it cut through you like a knife through paper.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" You shrieked.

"Me?! You've been dating Caesar behind my back? Since when?!"

"What does it matter to you, Joseph? I'm a grown woman and I can date whoever I please!"

"But you're supposed to be with me!"

He earned himself a shocked silence. As if all of Italy was dying to hear your response. Caesar stood to stare Joseph down, his cheek red from the impact of a wildly thrown fist, unshed tears wetting his eyes. He kept you protectively in his arm, massaging his face with his unused hand. You looked at Joseph just as bewildered, "What?"

"You're supposed to be with me! Not him! It's supposed to be you and me that do all of that cheesy romance stuff together, like calling each other stupid pet names, and kiss in public and gross everyone out! I don't want to do it with anyone else!"

"Joseph... Do you even hear yourself? No, shut up." You forced him silent once he tried to interrupt you, an iron grip on his chin, forcing his face down to look you in your cold eyes. "You had your chance, a long time ago. And you blew it. I'm not gonna wait in a box until you decide you want to have a go at dating with me. I loved you Joseph. I still do! But those feelings have changed, and now we both have to move on."

You let him go and went back to Caesar. He held you closer, a little more softer. The air around you now was uncomfortable and warm, both you and Joseph had your heads bowed in shame unable to look at the other.

You wanted to turn and leave. To look away from the sad sight of your best friend. But you couldn't. It broke your heart to see him like this. You hated how he treated you in the past. Maybe he didn't recognize it at the time, but it was still shitty. And yet...

"And yet, I... Oh, my god."

"Cara mia, what's wrong?" Caesar asked, frightened by your sudden urge to collapse into a ball on the ground, a hand over your face to hide the confused tears seeping from your eyes. You sobbed, "Caesar... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry."

The sounds of your distress caught Joseph's attention, too. An alarm sounded in his head, he didn't care about your fight, now he just wanted to make sure you were okay.

"I-I think I, I think... I'm still in love with you, JoJo. I'm sorry Caesar. I-I thought maybe if I tried to date someone new I could get over him, but now... I'm stuck between both of you."

"Oh, Cara please," Caesar held you close, a hand gently brushing through your frazzled hair. He was so soft with you, but did you deserve it? You were a terrible person. No, you didn't. You just used him, and ended up catching feelings for him anyway. Your heart was a mess, you didn't know what to do now. How could you ever fix this mess.

"Don't cry, my love," All while Caesar spoke he wiped away the tears staining your face. "I still love you, too. My feelings have over grown since we became an item. But if your heart still belongs to another man... I am more than happy to let you go to him. But. If you still have feelings for me, then... I see only one other option for us." He looked at Joseph, blue eyes calculated and serious. "We'll share you."

"Excuse me? Like hell I'd share anyone with you!"

"JoJo! Listen to me, if you truly do love this girl then you'll hear what I have to say!"

The brunet went quiet, but not without complaint. Joseph crossed his arms over his chest refusing to look at Caesar again, but he was all ears.

Caesar looks back at you. He took your hands in his. "Cara. If you love us both, and if we both love you. It would only make sense to take us both, correct?"

"Caesar, I don't... We can't do that. What would people think if they saw me with two men instead of one?"

"To hell with them! What matters is if having both of our hearts will make you happy. We only ask that you share your heart with both of us in exchange."

Joseph had come closer. Like his friend he was sat next to you, a comforting hand placed on your thigh. "And Joseph. Would all of this be okay with you..?" He pouted a little, "It's all fine, I s'ppose. As long as you don't make me kiss Caesar, I'd much rather kiss you."

"Then... I'd love to share my heart with both of you! If you'll take it."

Happy to hear, Caesar placed a chaste kiss on your temple. Joseph followed quickly after, taking the back of your hand to his lips. "Now, let us get back to the island. I'll speak to Ms. Lisa Lisa to lighten her punishment."

"Oh, great. I totally forgot about that." Joseph moaned. "Whatever. Say, Y/n, you're coming back with me yeah? Who knows what you've been doing behind my back with Caesar. We need to get even!

"You've had the whole day with her, idiota!" Caesar protested.

"As friends. Now I get to do all types of lovey dovey things with her!"

#jojo no kimyou na bouken #jjba #caesar zeppeli #caesar zeppeli x reader #joseph joestar #joseph joestar x reader #battle tendency #jjba x reader #jojo x reader

[cheiyunn]

Kimisute main story [２部 ] Part 5

Side: GYROAXIA

[Sharehouse]

Reon: Uh…Kenta-san. How’s Nayuta doing…?

Kenta: It’s best to leave him alone for now. I told him at least he should be contactable so…

Ryo: The person who popped into the studio.. that was Nayuta’s dad…

Miyuki: Iryuu Koga right? I didn’t expect we’d be meeting face to face like that though…

Reon:  The reason he’s been so on edge lately really was… because of his father…

Kenta: …that’s right

Miyuki: hey, you knew from a while back didn't cha

Kenta: Only a little earlier on than you guys. And it’s not like I heard it directly from Nayuta either

Kenta: I’m not sure what exactly happened between them but at the present, Nayuta is suffering from it 

Ryo: Nayuta… he looked like he was in pain…

Reon: With a parent that big, you’d be compared to and weighed down by expectations, so it’d be a tough game

Reon: He’s also… going through the wringer huh…

Miyuki: Btw, when you saw Iryuu Koga, what’cha think Ryo-chin?

Ryo: It’s true that he’s a great person but he's sacrificed so many others… If Nayuta is a first class star, then that person is Haley’s comet

Ryo: While it draws people in with its intense shine and pull, it also brings destruction…

Ryo: I’m…not really drawn to it

Reon: That's… really like you

Miyuki: Really. …so, how is he Kenta. You sure he’s okay?

Kenta: ….In all honesty, I can’t say

Kenta: Generally, whenever Nayuta has had this kind of psychological breakdown, majority of the time, Iryuu Koga was related to it

Kenta: …In the past I was only able to sit back and watch him. But, I have no intention of making the same mistakes again

Kenta: Nayuta is the centerpiece of GYROAXIA, and we exist for Nayuta.

Kenta: I’ll keep Nayuta’s physical and mental state in check.

Ryo: Ken-ken, instead of 「I」 shouldn’t it be 「we」

Miyuki: He’s got a point. Up ‘till that you said 「we」, so why’re you singling yourself out for this?

Reon: We need him to stay the way he is

Reon: Because 「GYROAXIA is a band created for Nayuta」after all. Right, Kenta-san?

Kenta: …yeah, you’re right

Kenta: For now forth, we’ll keep an eye out for Nayuta’s wellbeing

Kenta: When the time does come, I request of your help

Ryo: Yup. Request anything. Because we’re here to protect Nayuta’s shine

.

[Outside]

Nayuta: …SHIT!

 - - - - - - -

Iryuu: (Impossible! With that physique, you are simply not fit to be a vocalist !)

Iryuu: (As you have absolutely no talent )

Nayuta: (shut up…!)

Iryuu: I thought I had said this already. You have absolutely no talent… give it up

Nayuta: (shut up, Shut up, Shut IT….!)

Iryuu: (Does it still bother you? Just when, will you be able to bring something that’ll entertain me. I’m waiting, kiddo.)

 - - - - - - -

Nayuta: …I’M TELLING YOU TO SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!

Nayuta: ha….hah….

???: …What the hell are you doing?

Nayuta: ….hah?

Nayuta: ….you’re…

Rintaro: You’re GYROAXIA’s Asahi Nayuta, right? I don’t give a damn who you’re pissed off at but how ‘bout you think about the people around you huh? You’re causing a fuss.

Nayuta: Haa? This doesn’t involve you

Rintaro: I’m saying, you’re being noisy so kindly shut up. Do you need me to spell it out for you?

Nayuta: You fucker…

Rintaro: …Ryuusuke..is going to take a bit. Fine… come with me, junior.

[Park]

Nayuta: … What do you want

Rintaro: So, how long are you gonna keep chasing your dad’s shadow?

Nayuta: …what?

Rintaro: Ah~ , it hasn’t hammered you in the head yet? Or maybe, you’re not acknowledging it? Which one

Rintaro: Well, it’s not that I care either way

Rintaro: If you keep this up, GYROAXIA’s going to crumble anytime now

Nayuta: The Hell do you know!

Rintaro: Should you really be focused on watching your dad’s shadow? Isn’t there something else more important than that

Rintaro: As long as you don’t grow and realize that, you have no future

Rintaro: …see ya, I’ll be taking my leave. Thanks for helping your senior kill some time, Asahi.

--[Rintaro leaves]--

Nayuta: …TCH! Every single one of you…!

#fromargonavis #gyroaxia

[eternalwritess]

i hope i'm not requesting anything at a bad time; i guess i'll take a romantic matchup for hazbin?? i know helluva's in tje same universe i'm just. uegj,

Pronouns: they/them/theirs; anytime i shoot for they/he i forget 2 seconds later, it's like there's just a single semi-visible crumb of man inside that i can rarely beat in a footrace i'm sorry. He's There.

Sexuality: gay (nblm/mlm/achillean)

Personality: gonna be real with you, i am. honestly kind of a nervous wreck?? i'm trying my best not to be so timid or insecure to such a degree but anxiety is something i struggle with Horrendously and i? die,

might also be a lil depressed and a lil lost in life but we're not talking about that today—

if i manage to feel comfortable enough with someone though i can definitely either be a complete doofus or very clingy (or in a romantic context, touch-starved) and very,,,, puppybrained?? as they say??? a

Hobbies: aside from venting my emotions through baking and being a bit of a bookworm or library-mouse, i tend to draw somewhat often (even if it's kinda. b a d) and i've been on a stream-watching kick as of late?? i may also touch a video game from time to time, but like. don't a lot of us

Pet peeves: off the top of my head, when people try accusing me of shit i didn't do, fake people, when people handle time travel plotlines Like That (you know what i'm talking about), mother's day

idrk man it's hard to recall pet peeves for me when i'm not Completely pissed or salty, i hope that's sufficient💦

i'm sorry if i butchered the format i have n o idea how this is gonna look as a submitted ask 🏃‍♂️

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙…

𝓗𝓾𝓼𝓴!

i wasn't really given much to work with so sorry if its kinda short and inaccurate

You probably met at the hotel and just needed someone to talk to and Charlie wasn't there so he decided to listen to you

He'd most likely talk with you over your anxiety and try to calm you down if things get too bad

"Deep breaths"

As for venting he's heard it all and knows how to deal with it all so he's more than willing just to listen to you and give you advice from there.

He's not that big into electronics but I'm sure that you might be able to get him to watch a few streams with you if he's in the mood

He wouldn't mind the clingyness very much as long as it doesn't become paranoia or anything harmful to the relationship or such

You and him might discuss books every now and then and he would try and give you reccomendations even if they might be a bit out of style

"Have you read?..."

He likes your drawings and likes watching you improve and will gently tease you about them and then say how good they are and how you've improved

Husk isn't a fake person at all and is more of a down to Earth person

He's very honest and will most likely never lie to you if he does it's most likely about him being an overlord because he's embarrassed or with his contract with Alastor just because he doesn't want you to get worried

But even if he did and you found out he would apologize and you might go through a rough patch but thats about it

Over all it would be a very caring relationship <3

#husk hazbin hotel #husk #husk hazbin #hazbin hotel #hazbin #hazbin husk #hazbin hotel husk #husk x you #hazbin hotel match up #hazbin hotel matchups #hazbin hotel match ups #hazbin hotel matchup #matchup #match ups #matchups #hazbin matchups

[neocitybooty]

First Time [M] pt 2.

Genre: Smut, Omegaverse AU

Pairing: Mark Lee x Fictional Character

Word Count: 2,336

Summary: Mark has always been there for Venus during her time of need, but things become dicey when he asks her for a favor. 

Warnings: Oral Sex, Spanking, Fingering, Rough Sex, DIRTY TALK AND FILTH

A/N: Y’all. This is just smut. I don’t have anything else to say about this update LMFAOOOO.

Venus pushed the car door shut and swung her duffle bag over to her dominant side. She looked at the familiar mansion and took a deep breath in hopes of calming her anxiety. It didn’t work. She could smell Mark. This scent was foreign and it was stronger than any other scent, but she knew it was him.

She walked up the outside stairs and rang the doorbell. She noticed that only Mark’s car was in the driveway. It seemed as if his parents really had moved away. This wasn’t good news by any means. Venus’ parents lived across town and Mark’s parents were long gone, out of the country. If anything went wrong, Venus was on her own.

Mark opened the door and stood in front of Venus, looking much more disgruntled than she was expecting. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, just a pair of thin gray sweats that hung loosely off his hips. He was sweating so much that droplets were rolling down his chest and onto his abs. And the most important observation- He had more muscle on his body. It was almost as if he grew overnight.

His eyes were a glowing red and they essentially had no warmth. He wasn’t in the best mood.

“You’re late.” He said shortly, never breaking eye contact. “And what is that God-awful smell?” His nose twitched.

No way. Venus thought to herself. Earlier, she had went to get some ice cream with Haechan, Renjun, and Jaemin. There was no way he could smell them. The outing had been hours ago.

“You hanging with other males?”

Venus started to stutter. “I-I-I. I mean-just ice cream.” She was able to finally say.

Mark looked at her and tilted his head. “Don’t piss me off.” He said. With that, he grabbed the duffle bag from Venus, plopped it on the mat inside the doorway and grabbed Venus and threw her over his shoulder. Venus yelped but covered her mouth immediately. The last thing she wanted to do was draw attention from any nearby humans.

After what seemed like an extremely long trek, they reached a bathroom. Mark quickly set Venus down and looked at her intensely. “I smell other alphas on you. I think you can understand why that is a problem, right?” He said in a low voice. He was still sweating, although his eyes weren’t glowing red anymore. “I am a very forgiving alpha, so what’s going to happen is we are going to get in this shower together, I’m going to wash you, and then I’m going to fuck you however I want, ok?”

Mark was getting frustrated again, but he tried his best to not let his rut brain take over and scare Venus away. It was her first time and Mark didn’t want it to be her last either.  

He woke up that morning with the thought of Venus only. The most significant part of his thoughts of Venus was the way her scent was enough to drive him insane. It tickled his nose but in the most pleasant way possible. Yet, she showed up to his first official day of rut…. smelling like other dogs. He decided to give Venus a shower immediately because his jealously wouldn’t allow him to touch her how he wanted to until the stench was gone.

The shower was just that. Nothing more. Much to Mark’s surprise, Venus was cooperative throughout the whole process.

Venus quietly moaned as Mark spread the body butter on her upper back and around to her chest. Mark felt his member twitch and Venus felt it, too.

Mark chuckled and started massaging the sensitive mounds on Venus’ chest. She gasped, suddenly feeling timid. She was still trying to adjust to this new side of Mark. Had he always been this..bold?

“Time’s up.” He said before flipping Venus over so that she was on her back.

He brought himself between her legs and crashed his lips against her own. Out of reflex, Venus wrapped her legs around Mark while running her fingers through his hair. This caused him to grind his boner into her now slick covered area.

Venus moaned and Mark slipped his tongue in and started fighting for dominance.

Mark’s hands starting roaming to the lower body and found the sensitive bud he was looking for. The amount of slick that met his fingers was driving him to madness.

“You’re so beautiful and so wet for me. Fuckkkk. I can’t wait to fill you up.” He said as he peppered kissed from Venus’ neck all the way down to her navel. He then spread her legs open and looked at the view in front of him.

He slid a finger down the slit and then brought his fingers back up, letting his knuckles brush against the clit. The next move was the most erotic Venus had ever seen from Mark. He took the finger covered in the most slick and brought it to his mouth. His mouth opened and his tongue rolled out to taste her juices.

Venus stared, open mouthed, as more slick seeped out of her. She lightly shook as Mark watched her through hazy eyes.

He then settled his head between her legs and kissed the inside of her thigh. Venus inhaled as Mark licked her sensitive bud and then closed his mouth on it before proceeding to suck.

Venus rolled her hips in attempt to try to control the feeling. Mark didn’t pay her any mind. Instead, he switched between sucking and licking, as he inserted a finger into her wet hole.

“Mark, please!” Venus screamed from the overstimulation and started to grind against her lover’s face. “I’m gonna cum, please!”

Mark only groaned and added a finger.

“FUCKKKKK.” Venus came undone with Mark still between her legs. All she could focus on was her breathing as she opened her eyes and saw stars.

Mark sat up and got off the bed to get undressed. He never took his eyes off  Venus. The two of them held eye contact as Mark untied his sweats and pulled them down. His boner sprang out and Venus immediately came to the side of the bed. There, she waited on all fours for an order, while Mark stepped out of his sweats.  

Mark caressed her cheek as his gaze turned warm. “You wanna suck this cock, don’t you?”

He then came closer and moved his hand to the back of the younger woman’s head and pushed it towards his aroused member. “Say ahh” He said slowly.

Venus, eager to please the alpha, opened her mouth and Mark immediately thrust his cock inside, reaching the back of her throat. She gagged slightly but let her tongue touch the bottom of his dick as he continued to thrust until finally, a line of spit formed as he pulled all the way out, in order to give Venus a chance to breathe.

“Don’t tell me you’ve already reached your limit. We are just getting started. Open that pretty mouth again.” He said as he tapped his dick against Venus’s lips.

Venus quickly obeyed. Granted, this wasn’t the first time they had sex, but this time was so intense. More raw. More filthy. More aggressive.

A harsh slap hit Venus’s left ass cheek and she was harshly pulled out of her daydream. “Pay attention.” Mark ordered.

He shoved his full length into her mouth and Venus felt a pool of slick form in between her legs again. He threw his head back and groaned right before inhaling. Venus slowly started to bob her head as she used both hands to stroke his dick as it became covered in precum and saliva. It was only a few seconds before he started fucking her mouth for the second time that night. The sounds of gagging and groaning filled the room and bounced off the walls.

Mark looked down and his half-closed eyes met with Venus’.

So fucking sexy. He thought to himself. This might be the night. He was ready but he wasn’t sure he could say the same for Venus. He knew she was attracted to him. That much was very obvious. She yearned for Mark in and out of heat and he could tell simply by her scent. But being the young and inexperienced omega that she was, Venus had no idea her biggest secret hadn’t exactly ever been a secret.

“Give me your ass, babe.” He said in a husky voice.

Venus pulled away, letting Mark’s dick escape from her mouth with a loud and wet pop. She turned her back to him and kept her ass in the air as she laid her head on the bed.

“Oh wow. I can see everything.” Mark said as he stroked his cock. “You just keep getting wetter.”

He then leaned in closer to her ear and asked in a low voice, “Do I excite you that much?”

Venus could hear the smile in his voice.

Before Venus could say anything, she felt a finger slide into her. She moaned at the sudden intrusion as Mark added another finger.

“You love it when I finger fuck you, so I figured you would enjoy this angle. How does it feel, babe? Let your alpha know.” Mark slowly pumped the warm hole with his two digits as Venus and her moans grew louder.

“It feels so good! Please more!” Venus whimpered.

Mark smirked and removed both of his fingers.

“Whyyy?!” Venus started to protest, frustrated at the sudden feeling of emptiness.

Mark didn’t answer.

“Mark Lee, I swear-“

“Watch your tone, omega.” Mark said before he thrusted his full length into Venus without any warning.

Her body froze as Mark filled her completely. He pulled out almost entirely, only to harshly thrust into Venus again. And again. And again. And again.

Despite the generous amount of preparation, Venus felt as though she was being split into two.

Small whimpers escaped her lips as Mark picked up the pace, causing Venus to sink deeper in the King size mattress. The entire bed started to move as Mark continued his thrusts full of force. This was the roughest he had ever been with Venus. She felt a tear escape her eye but she wasn’t sure if it was because of the pain or emerging pleasure.

“Stay with me. It will turn into only pleasure soon. Trust me.” Mark said as he slightly shook. He didn’t know how much longer he had. It’d been a while since he’d been this excited. What he did know was that he wanted to make this first round about quality and not quantity.

After a few more harsh thrusts, Mark pulled out and sat against the wooden headboard.

His chest was gleaming with sweat and he looked more fucked out and crazed than Venus ever did. He stroked his dick as he beckoned for Venus to go over to him.

“Be a good girl and come ride me.” He said.

He licked his lips as Venus slowly crawled over. Braids draping to her left side, somehow making her look more regal than usual. Mark watched her, in a daze.

Venus hovered over Mark’s eager member as he lined it up against her heat. Venus gasped as she slowly lowered herself on his cock.

Mark threw his head back with a groan as he used his free hand to guide her hips. The sensation of her heat engulfing his dick was sending him over the edge. Venus felt so good to him. He wrapped an arm around her waist and held her close as she continued to bounce on his dick. He rested his chin in the crook of her neck and inhaled her scent.

“Fuck.” Mark huffed. He had decided and he knew what he wanted. He was determined to get what he wanted the most. He was tired of waiting.

“I love how you fuck yourself on my dick,” He growled in her ear. He then proceeded to lick her neck, causing Venus to moan and suddenly clench around him. Just the reaction he was looking for.

“Mmmm yes, Baby. Just like that. I’m gonna fill you up with my cum. Would you like that?” He said as he tried to focus his energy on lasting longer. He didn’t see himself succeeding. They were both close and he knew it.

“Yes, Alpha. Please cum in me.” Venus started grinding, losing her rhythm, as she felt her orgasm quickly approaching.

“Do I have your permission to claim you?” Mark left Venus’ neck in order to face her with pleading eyes.

Venus looked at him, still searching her climax. With wide eyes and busy lungs, she just gulped. A hundred thoughts started racing through her head. It was finally happening. She was scared. Excited. Proud. Aroused.

Venus didn’t say anything, but she nodded quickly.

Mark shot Venus a signature smile and his fangs emerged. He brought his mouth to her neck, and she felt a sheering pain as Mark’s fangs punctured her skin.

She screamed and felt her orgasm hit her so hard that she started shaking uncontrollably. The feeling of her release was just too overwhelming.

Mark squeezed Venus tighter as he sprayed her walls with his seed, fangs still in her neck.

They stayed in each other’s embrace for a couple minutes. All that could be heard was their heavy breathing.

Mark finally retracted his fangs and licked the leftover blood.

“Wow.” Venus got off of Mark and laid next to him.

Mark slide down so he was lying down and became the big spoon as he wrapped his arms around Venus from behind.

“Venus, I need to tell you something. “ He started.

“Yes” Venus was quickly falling asleep. Her eyelids growing heavier with each blink. She noticed a calendar on the wall. First, she saw a box that was filled with the word “rut” in capital letters…Then she noticed there were three weeks filled with that word. ..

“I love you.”

Shit.

Part 1 Part 3 [real final hehe]

#nct #nct dream #nct 127 #kpop fanfic #kpop fanfiction #kpop smut #kpop au #mark lee #nct smut #abo

[greypetrel]

OC asks -> 1, 14, 19 for Raina and Max!

Hi Whimsy! Late but here I am! :3

Tis the prompt list

1. What was the first element of your OC that you remember considering (name, appearance, backstory, etc.)? 

Raina: Her class. I was tempted on a mage, but I had tried playing a mage in Origins with... Failed results. So I went for a Rogue because I liked the armour best. Second thing was the name, "Marian" instantly brought me to Maid Marian (the fox one) and it wasn't the vibe I was going for. I started considering on the letters and Raina came to mind. Max: If I entered Dragon Age with knowledge of what it was about, I was totally in the blank for Mass Effect. The first things were her name (I wanted a nickname from a slightly embarrassing longer name), the class ("I can play an engineer? Cool, that sounds fun!") and I randomly decided she was Italian because I never create italian character and thought it would have been fun to try, for once.

14. If you had to narrow it down to 2 things that you MUST keep in mind while working with your OC, what would those things be? 

Raina: 1. Her confidence is a façade, She hides behind humour, and has a VERY low opinion of herself. 2. She is an idealist. She's the chilliest person of the world. Until you step on her ideals. Then you have an enemy.

Max: 1. Music plays a very important part in her identity. She grew up in a family very fond of music: all her songs are there because they're linked to a relative or a memory. You can tell her mood by the song she's playing, and she communicates by sharing songs with you. 2. She firmly believes in hard work and consent. "No pain, no gain" is her motto, when she commits to something she always gives her best, as long as she can have a say in choosing where to commit. (she spent A LOT of Cerberus money on garbage and silly things just to piss TIM off because he took consent away from her. Imagine his face when an expense list came and he found out she spent WAY too many money to buy on ebay a handkerchief that the owner swore belonged to Joey Tempest. Or autentic Bialetti coffee machines, one for each crew members.)

19. What is your favorite fact about your OC?

Raina: She's trash. She knows she's trash and isn't qualified to cover an important position, is just a farm girl with no particular studies or talent save her sarcasm. She doesn't let this stop her: if she can help someone or her family, she will. Or die trying, but Death doesn't want a pet raccoon, so she's still here. Max: Being able to explore a little my origin country and comes to term with it. Italy is wonderful to visit as a tourist! Living here... As most times goes, it's more complicated than it looks. Beside you know. The far-right government. I worked drawing commissions in the Greek Mythology fandom, and let me tell you: researching my own country on anything that isn't the Roman Empire or Pompeii is A NIGHTMARE. No ok even pompeii, I spent three days madly looking for references of a very specific villa there which wasn't one of the hugely famous, I wanted to cry. So yeah, one character that is italian and happy about it (because she never actually lived there, she just has her family pushing on her identity) is nice and is being fun. Beside that: how silly she can be in her relationship with the others. She and Garrus are besties, Grunt is her son, she installed a circuit in Liara's cabinets so every time she opens them "You shook me all night long" starts playing. She's teaching Cortez Italian and learning Spanish from him and James. She tried to convert Mordin to metal and she always answers in a renegade option to Miranda (with time it's out of affection).

#creating your oc ask #max is the new one but a very eloquent one ahahahah