my personal Media Genres tier ranking and also Neopets Species tiers. put together in the same post just due to being adjacently related because they're on the same website lol
links to the specific tier makers: Media Genres --- Neopets
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enjoy some pencil drawings for once
screenshot study and what amounts to a conceptual illustration of a writing idea
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The first sleeve I made for my costume! I'm going as a Druid who can shift into a dragon 🐲
First time making chainmail and actually building a costume myself!
And of course included in the photoset is the necklace that inspired my scalemail, it was a gift I got from my family
The lighting in my house makes everything look so blue but it's all pride themed! Can't wait to take some pics in the sun so the purple can really shine through!!
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Needs must
Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x F!Reader
WC: 2.1K
TW: prostitution, explicit fingering, and smut-ish.
ive got 4 other ideas for this goddamn escort au and one of em is MY BOY JOHNNY. oof i cant wait. im mad it took me this long to do this. I wrote this listening to rich sex by nicki minaj.
You had needs. No matter how magical, a toy can only do so much for you. You wanted the praise of another human being—the warm touch of their hands around your waist, your neck. God, you needed to get laid. But after the disaster that was your last relationship, how nasty it ended, you couldn’t even ring your ex-girlfriend up for a booty call.
Sucking your teeth, you look at your phone. Noon. Well, maybe one of your friends you’re about to meet up with for a weekly Saturday brunch knew someone who would be interested in a no-strings-attached situationship.
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Flipping the card in your hands, you chewed on your bottom lip in deliberation and looked down at the business card— the color of bone with raised black lettering. Ghost, it read, with his number on the back. How you ended up with this in your hand made you almost regret having reprobates for friends. An escort. That’s what they had shamelessly suggested. You had almost choked on your eggs benedict when one of them pulled out a contact card from their wallet and placed it by your mimosa. I mean, really. Preparing to argue about their lack of sense, they brought up a great point. It was either this, someone who was there for what you needed whenever you needed it, or your toys which were in a pathetic state from constant use. Your ex called it quits because you simply couldn't find the time to maintain a proper relationship— your demanding job took up most of it. You couldn’t believe you were about to do this.
Ghost. What a name. But you suppose it didn’t matter what his name was, only that he could do his job, and with the way your friend gushed over him— he’d leave you walking side to side. You needed this. You worked too hard for too many hours to not spend your money on some self-care.
Fuck it. Maybe he will be just a one-time thing, you thought, and sent his number a text.
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Closing the door of your car, you briskly walk towards the small cafe Ghost had sent the address to; A cute little quaint coffee shop. Coming to a stop, you straighten your office skirt and run a hand through your hair before opening the door. Breathing in the coffee aroma, you look around for who you’re looking for, spotting him sitting in the back. The click of your heels echoes inside the cafe, catching the attention of your awaiting companion. He looks up and rises to stand, and it takes you aback. It was like witnessing a grizzly standing on its hind legs. Jesus.
He was tall, so tall, and broad. Wearing a black beanie and covering the lower half of his face with a mask, he extends his arm out to shake your hand, and you internally scream at how shapely his arm alone looks over his long-sleeved shirt.
“I’m Ghost. It’s a pleasure, love.”
Choking back a moan at his accent, you put your hand in his and say, “No, I’m sure it’ll be all mine.” You can see his dark eyes crinkle at your quip.
“If we get through this smoothly, the next time we meet I’ll make sure of it.”
As you let out a playful laugh, Ghost reaches for the back of your chair, pulling it out with a chivalrous gesture. “And a gentleman? You definitely know how to sell yourself.”
“No, love. This is just a common courtesy. I don’t need t’tell you that I’m good,” and in one smooth motion, he extracts a sleek, forest green matte folder from the leather business bag lying at his feet.
“I need this filled out, just the usual— hard and soft limits. Safewords, nicknames, allergies, and so on.” You pick up the folder and open it, skimming over the contents of the front page.
“This really is your job.” You flick your eyes from the folder to him and he’s already looking at you, watchful and steady.
“O’ course it is. I take my clients, and future clients, seriously. I enjoy wha’ I do but it will never be at the cost of another. I will not make you uncomfortable in any way, nor risk your health. I aim to please you, not the other way around. And I cannot do tha’ if I don’t know tha’ you’re allergic to latex or completely against something I might do.”
He gives a slight cough, and you divert your attention from the paper and meet his gaze. “What’s a pretty thing like you seeking out someone who offers these types of services?” and a lighthearted chuckle escapes you.
“The same reason the one who gave me your card did— just looking for a good time, no commitment.”
He raises his eyebrows at that but makes no further comment. Smart man. Glancing at your wrist, you check the time. “Right,” and lean forward to get up when Ghost shoots up from his chair to pull out yours. “I’ll have your folder ready for you by the weekend,” and turn your head to face him.
“Is that when you’ll want this, then?” and you give a casual shrug.
“If you happen to be available.” He reaches out and gently grabs your hand to pull you in for a tight embrace. Softly, he whispers in your ear, “I’ll be seeing you then, love.”
You leave with a silly little grin on your face.
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The weekend comes and you’re a puddle of nerves. You can’t remember the last time someone made you this anxious. The knock on your door startles you out of your inner ramblings. It’s time. Taking in a deep, calming breath, you open it.
Ghost calmly walks in, and starts taking off his mask, and then leather jacket.
“I’ve one absolute limit I forgot to mention,” he says in a firm tone. “I do not kiss. It is not a negotiation.”
Well, you couldn’t give a damn if he didn’t. Nonchalantly, you shrug and say, “And mine is that we always use a condom.” With a nod and a chuckle, he eagerly grabs the folder from your table and starts flipping through its pages.
“A’right, love. Go get on the bed f’me.” The smirk he gives you is positively wicked. “I saw tha’ you have like to be told wha’ to do.” He jerks his chin towards your room. “And take everything off.” With nervous excitement, you run off, haphazardly tossing your clothes on the floor.
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Eyes covered with a blindfold, all you hear is your shaky breathing and his footsteps on your plush rug. Your nerves feel exposed, raw. As you lie on the bed, you suddenly feel a firm grip on the flesh of your thighs, causing your skin to break out in goosebumps. The room's cool air contrasts with the warm heat radiating from his touch, pulling a hiss from your lips as he pulls you toward the edge of the bed.
“Atta girl, love. Open your legs f’me, lemme see that pretty pussy.” The lack of eyesight helps you to focus on his touch alone, making you fearless, and your legs drop open without hesitation as you lie on your back.
“Look at tha’. Aren’t you just a dream? Hm?” he puts his hands on your knees, keeping your thighs open, wet cunt exposed. “And you waxed, too. Hope tha’ wasn’t f’me.” You feel a fingertip slide from your hood, down to your clit and hole, spreading your juices around the labia and back up. Your nerves are on fire, your pussy clenching around nothing, forcing juices to drip down to your arsehole.
“A’right, pretty. Touch yourself. Shove your tiny little fingers into your,” he pauses to suck the skin of your inner thigh, “cunt and show me how to make you feel good.” He then moves his mouth closer to where you need it most, and bites. Are you defying me? Did you suddenly become deaf as well, once I blindfolded you?” and you aggressively shake your head.
“No! No, sir. I hear you, loud and clear.” With a tight squeeze to your thighs, he says, “Then do as I say.” Moaning, you slowly bring your hand down, starting from your chest. Your palms rub against your pebbled nipples, down to your soft stomach, until your fingertips meet your swollen nub, then move in soft, tight circles, mewling at the feeling. The groan that reaches your ears is so lewd, you could come from that alone.
“Tha’s it, baby. You’re doing so well. Look at how wet you are, fuck, show me just how you like it.” And you do. A vulgar noise comes from your hole once you stuff yourself with one finger, slowly stretching, before adding another. It’s something, but not enough, not what you want. Not thick enough, long enough, and that thought makes you whimper in disappointment.
“Aw, are your fingers not satisfying? I’ll help you, sweet, only because you look so delicious spread out f’me like this. So vulnerable, bare.” His breath fans over your cunt, over your clit, and it sends a jolt up your spine— but he doesn’t move, doesn’t touch. It feels like you’ve been waiting for hours until he finally, finally, pushes a thick finger into you, and curls it, rubbing against the right spot, over and over, and then pushes in a second, threatening to tip you over the peak. The feeling is intense —your walls clench around him firmly in your rising pleasure.
“Oh, g-god, Ghost pleasepleaseplease,” squealing as you fuck yourself on his hand, and when your hypersensitive nerves pick up on the sensation of his scorching mouth on your clit, with a pulsating suction, your muscles tighten and tremble, to the point of pain, until Ghost gives one hard suck, forcibly pushing you off the edge. The wail you let out is ear-splitting— as ecstasy slams into your body, like waves crashing at shore. Your thighs squeeze Ghost’s head irrationally tight, but he doesn’t care, just groaning into your core, lapping up your juices like a dehydrated man who’s found an oasis. Your body stings— prickles from the vicious high you’re riding—chest heaving with sobs from the sheer force of it, fingernails digging into Ghost’s scalp, yanking on his hair. As your soul melts back into your body, you absentmindedly thank all the bloody gods for having friends who really do look out for you.
Whimpering pathetically, your limbs go limp, loose, heavy. Ghost easily picks your body up and moves you toward the center of the bed, vertically, the blindfold still robbing you of your vision.
With a grunt of effort, his hand firmly settles by your ribcage, sinking into the softness of the bed, and then he slips a folded pillow beneath your hipbones, expertly arching your spine into a delicious angle. His hand firmly connects with your rear, not just once but twice, feeling the exquisite sting of it. The room falls into silence, only to be interrupted by the clinking sound of his belt buckle. Your body tenses as you hear the unmistakable sound of plastic being torn open, and then you feel his thick and warm shaft teasing your entrance. A moan escapes your lips as he penetrates you, his movements slow and sensual, until his hipbones press against your backside. Taking his time, he slowly pulls back his length, dragging it against your slick walls, before pushing forward again, covering your body with his own. His right hand is flat on the bed by your right shoulder, while his left curls around your neck, gently forcing your head to tilt back onto him. The tip of his head grinds against the entrance of your womb.
He moans softly into your ear, before quietly purring, “Let’s see how many more orgasms I can wring out of you, pet.” The tightening of his makeshift necklace around your throat is your first and last warning of what is to come.
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He pulled four. Four gut-wrenching, shattering orgasms before finding his own release. He left you a drooling, sloppy, sweaty mess on your bed, completely languid and relaxed. Somewhere, you faintly hear your phone ping with a notification. Hissing as you get up, you limp to your living room, and see it on the sofa. Unlocking it, you see that it’s Ghost, sending you his Cash App information. Holding in a chickle, you send him his money and wait for his confirmation.
It was a real pleasure, doll. Let me know when you need me again.
Cackling to yourself, you place your phone back on the table.
Bastard.
He knows you’ll definitely be seeing him again.
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A Father's Love
Summary - Eris comforts his pregnant mate after a small breakdown. Eris x pregnant!reader
Warnings - pregnancy and mental health
A/N - This isn't something I've previewed, but I had to use some of the things my baby daddy said to me in a drabble (because oof my heart exploded) and it felt nice to have an outlet for the icky pregnancy guilt and worries Im dealing with. Hopefully, you all melt at this, too..
ps- I'm thinking about adding a dad drabble series masterlist to my page. Let me know if you'd like that.
Word count - 550
Eris held your hand from across the table, the calloused pad of his thumb dancing across and between your knuckles as you cried.
"No one said it would be this hard," another round of sobbing shook your shoulders. "No one said we would ride this high and reality would hurt when it crashed." Eris just nodded. Staying silent and allowing you to vent while those amber eyes softened in love and concern.
You rose your shaking free hand, wiping the warm tears from your face. "And then to top it all off, I'm so selfish right now I did not even notice you were worried or a shift in your emotions. I didn't even feel it through the bond-"
"Stop." Eris demanded. His tone was still gentle, but he was firm, his face now set in a serious line. "Do not even concern yourself for a moment with my feelings or needs right now. We are talking about you."
"That's the problem, the past 8 months have been about me and what I want, what I need, what the I'll need after birth, what baby will need. What about you, Eris? When do we discuss what you need?"
He moved to you, then, feet guiding him gracefully across the floor as he placed your hands on his warm chest. You could feel his heartbeat, pacing in its soft rhythm, and it calmed you enough to bring you back from the tipping point you were approaching. "I am not the one whose body is constantly changing," he began. "I am not the one who is about to have to change my diet, my habits, and ignore my wants for the next year to feed our child."
He leaned in kissing your forehead. "I am not the one who asked to wait a few more years then had to cry alone for several weeks until I was ready to talk about how our protection failed. I am not the one sacrificing so much. You are, my love. We will talk about me and my needs when they matter."
He smiled softly. "Besides, I picked her name. I picked her coming home outfit. I picked her nursery colors, her first stuffie, her toy room theme. If my opinion was given, you immediately compromised or switched plans." His hand went down to your swollen stomach. "You didn't even allow anyone else to feel her until you ensured I did first."
You still sniffled. "But aren't you mad?"
Eris looked slightly taken back, two fingers coming to tilt your fallen chin up and ensure you held eye contact with him. "You are growing my legacy, our child. How could I be mad at you for being in pain, tired, or crying? There's no words I can say to express how blessed and grateful I am." Your jaw trembled as he leaned in and kissed you. "Do you understand?" You nodded, and he stared at your stomach, waiting. "Someone needs her mommy to take a few deep breaths, drink a hot chocolate, and have a snack." Eris moved, instantly over to the cabinet you two had been hiding your cravings in and pulled out your box of chocolates. "Let's go be lazy, read in bed, and eat these." He held a hand to you, waiting for you to take it and smiled widely when you did. "There's my girl. Now, regular hot chocolate or fancy hot chocolate?"
You sniffled again, significantly more calm this time as he led you into your shared bed chambers. "Fancy."
He smiled again, kissing your forehead, then your nose. "Get changed, get comfy. I'll be back with hot chocolate smothered in marshmallows and whipped cream."
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Taste of Heaven | Sugar Daddy!Gojo x Bimboish! Chubby Reader
Warnings: (Smut; oral, fingering, vibrator, light impact play, ‘toru’s a bit mean in this one)
Gojo loves your smile.
He loves the way your cute, chubby cheeks lift. How he can actually see stars in your eyes when your lips curve upwards.
It really doesn’t take much.
New Jimmy Choos here, Telfars different colors and sizes there. He barely made a dent in his pocket yet you thought he was spoiling you.
He hadn’t even begun to scratch the surface of spoiling you.
How you met was of pure chance. Gojo felt there was something, someone lacking from his life. He had all this wealth, yet no one to share it with. As he was browsing through the various expensive clothes in front of him, he hadn’t bothered to pay attention and bumped into you. You were trying to decide which mini skirt would go with your bubblegum pink top. “Oof- Hey, Mister? Which do you think is cuter, light blue or dark?” Satoru almost didn’t catch your question because he was too busy gaping in awe.
The only way to describe you was angelic. Gorgeous eyes that he could already feel himself getting lost in, pouty, plump lips that he could only imagine felt like pillows, cute, pudgy tummy that complimented your bodycon dress deliciously.
Pure heaven.
He let out an awkward cough before answering, “Why not both?” You let out a soft giggle, “I can’t get both, silly! I’m already buying a bunch of stuff.” Satoru smiles, peeking over his shades, “That’s not a problem, Angel.”
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“Are you sure about this, ‘Toru?” You murmured, glassy eyes staring back into light blue ones. He gave you a loving squeeze as a smirk made its way to his face, his tongue peeking out to wet his lips. “Of course, Angel. Has daddy ever been wrong?” You shake your head, pressing a brief peck to his lips before moving to check yourself in the mirror again, Satoru raking his eyes up and down your figure.
You looked great, you always do. Satoru decided to splurge, once again, treating you to a shopping spree and now dinner. You decided to wear one of the many Armani gowns that you’d bought, though this one hugged your curves impeccably. You paired it with your sleek black Louboutin heels, which made your thighs look even more yummy than they already do, and Satoru can already feel himself getting hard. But he can’t get ahead of himself.
You’ve got a cute baby blue vibrator nestled in your cunt just begging to be tested out.
So for now, he’ll put his desires aside and sit through dinner.
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You’d made it as far as the door before both you and Satoru lost your patience.
He pressed you up against the door, his tongue swirling in tandem with yours as he hoists you up. You wrap your legs around his waist, soft whimpers spilling from your lips. “On. Turn it on, ‘Toru.” You whine against his lips. He abruptly pulls away from your lips, pushing you back as you chase after him. He delivers a slap to your cheek, not enough to hurt, but enough to know he means business. “Since when did you start telling daddy what to do?” He says, carrying you over to your couch. He takes his time peeling away at your clothes, leaving you bare while he remains fully clothed. A shiver runs down your spine as he lays you across his lap, kneading your ass cheeks. “Seems like someone needs to be reminded of their place.” He muttered before reeling his hand back and delivering a harsh slap to your ass. You whine at the pain, but your cunt clenches at the slight pleasure that comes afterward. “You’re my cocksleeve, love. A dirty. Fucking. Slut.” He says, delivering a slap between each pause. Your body shifts as he spanks you, and it doesn’t take long before he realizes what you’re trying to do.
He grabs a handful of your hair, pulling you up so you can really hear him. “I see you trying to get off on my thigh, fucking slut. Since you wanna cum so bad, I’ll let you cum, but you’re gonna cum for me all. Fucking. Night.” He sits you up so that you’re straddling him before he reaches for his phone. He taps his chin, almost as if he’s in thought. “Hmm, should I make you work for it, or should I just put it on the highest setting?” He contemplates, though he already knows his answer. He turns it on the highest setting and you yelp, startled by the intense vibrations in your cunt. “How about both?” He smirks, snaking a hand down to rub at your sensitive clit. “You’re gonna make me cum, Angel. You’re gonna make daddy feel good then he’s gonna make you feel even better. How’s that sound?”
You try to whine out an answer, but the thrumming of the vibrator in your cunt is just too intense. You’re taken aback when Satoru delivers another slap to your cheek, gripping your chubby cheeks between his fingers. “Answer me.” He grumbles, flicking your clit with his middle and forefinger. “Good! Sounds good, daddy. Please!” You whine. You’re so close! “Cum, Princess. Cum for daddy.” He grunts into your mouth as he presses a hot kiss to your swollen lips. You whine as your orgasm washes over you, your body practically conditioned to cum at his command.
He lowers the speed as you come down from your high, though doesn’t completely turn it off. He takes to lowering his pants before giving you a quick kiss. “Make daddy feel good, yeah?” You nod, lowering yourself so that you're faced with his cock.
You run your tongue along the veins of his cock, before lapping up with drops of pre oozing from the tip. You moan at the taste and Satoru takes that as invitation to grip your hair, forcing you to take more of him in your mouth. “That’s it, pretty. Suck that fucking cock.” He orders and well, you’ve always been a submissive little thing.
You swallow more of his length, crystalline tears building up in your eyes, and Satoru thinks you just look so gorgeous with his cock stuffed down your throat, your cute chubby cheeks just waiting to be stuffed with cum. It’s with that thought he starts to feel his climax building and when you notice the slight jerk in his legs, you take to fondling his balls, knowing that’s just what he needs to push him over the edge.
Satoru cums with a shout, thrusting deep inside your mouth as his seed slides down your throat. You hum at the taste, savoring his flavor.
He pulls you up by your chin and plants a sloppy kiss to your lips, groaning at the taste of him in your mouth. “Fuck, Angel. Let daddy taste you, hm?” You nod, eager to cum again.
Satoru slowly makes his way down your body, pressing wet kisses and nipping at the soft skin along the way. He shuts the vibrator off and carefully removes it from your cunt. You hiss at the feeling but he soothes you by laving his tongue over it, paying special attention to your clit. You whine, running your hands through his hair and giving a slight tug at the root. He grunts before sucking on your clit and flicking his tongue over the bundle of nerves.
It doesn’t take long before your hips start bucking against his face, chasing your orgasm for the second time that night. “Gonna cum for me, pretty? Gonna cum for daddy?” You nod, breath getting caught in your throat. Satoru speeds up his movements, moving to press two fingers into your cunt. “Cum for daddy, Angel. Make a mess f’me.” You barely manage to make out his name as you cum, cunt spasming around his fingers as he milks your orgasm for all its worth.
He trails soft kisses along your body once more before planting a sweet kiss to your lips. He hums against your lips, content being so close to you. He pulls away slightly to look you in your eyes. “Want more, daddy.” You say, grinding your cunt against his steadily growing cock.
He can never say no to his Angel.
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I missed your smile too
Alright everyone, come get your yummy bread crumbs!
Lucifer was pacing back and forth in his room full of rubber ducks. That fight with the hotel's busboy really got to him. What was his name again? Doesn't matter. He stops when he sees a duck that looks like Charlie. He picks it up, beginning to rant aloud.
"That busboy is insane! He really had the fucking nerve to call him your dad to my face! Me! Lucifer!The King of Hell! Your real dad! Your flesh and blood! Your kin! He can't possibly think he's a better dad than me!? No one in Hell is a better dad than me!" He paused, looking down at the Charlie duck. "Right?"
The duck of course didn't respond.
He lets out a pathetic sigh, holding the duck close and flopping on his bed. Who was he kidding? Anyone would be a better dad to Charlie than him. He was barely in her life! He doesn't know her favorite drink, her favorite color, anything! He didn't even know she had a girlfriend until today!
Lucifer rolled over, shoving his face into a pillow with a groan. He was the worst dad in the universe!
The sad little man looked up from his pity party when he heard a soft knock on the door. He quickly gets up, clumsy running around and fixing his appearance. "Uh- C-come in!" He answered once he looked mostly presentable.
Charlie opens the door, peaking around the messy room. She doesn't remember there being this many ducks.
Lucifer stared at her in complete shock. His daughter? Here? HIS DAUGHTER WAS HERE!!!
He coughs, trying to act cool. "Heeeey, Char-Char! What- what are you doing here? Couldn't get enough of your old man today, eh!" He rubs the back of his neck. What do you do in a situation like this? It's been years since Charlie came to visit him. Did she somehow know he was thinking about her?
Was the princess psychic this entire time!?
Charlie carefully steps into the room. "Hey, dad. Nice ducks?" She picks one up to examine. The ducky flipped in her hand before it suddenly started spitting fire. "AH!-" She yelps, dropping the duck and jumping away in fear.
Lucifer freaked out. "CHARLIE I'M SO SORRY THAT DUCK WAS A NEWER ONE I KNEW IT WAS STUPID PLEASE DON'T HATE ME-" He was cut off when Charlie placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.
"Deep breaths, dad. It's ok. I don't hate you. I never hated you." She helps him get his breathing normal as she leads him to the bed.
They sit down, Charlie taking her dad's hands in hers. "I just wanted to thank you for... Everything. I know we were... Distant- But today was a huge step forward!" His daughter smiles, and Lucifer had to hold back tears. "You're an amazing dad. I wouldn't want anyone else."
That did it. That broke the camel's back. He choked on a sob, pulling the sweet princess into a tight hug. His daughter really was psychic!!
Charlie hugged back just as hard. She didn't like seeing her father cry. A frown wasn't a good look on him. Like Alastor says: You're never fully dressed without a smile!
And she knew just the trick to bring his back.
Without any warning Charlie pulls back and tackles her dad.
"Oof! Wha- Charlie! What are- Oh no. Nononono!" His eyes widen with panic from the mischievous smirk on her face.
"Who's this Charlie you speak of? I'm.... The Tickle Monster! Rawrrr!" She broke character for a second to giggle. Lucifer used to use this trick on her when she was sad, so now she's returning the favor! She formed her hands into claws and wiggled them above his stomach. "I'm here to feast!" She growled in a deep funny voice.
Lucifer panicked more, but he also felt a mixture of silliness and pride. It's been a long long time since him and Charlie played together. He thought she wouldn't remember this game. His smile turned wobbly, deciding to play along. "Pl-please, Miss T-tickle Monster! Have m-hehehercy!" He was already starting to giggle.
Charlie broke character again to squee in pure happiness. She didn't actually expect him to go along with this! She clears her throat, putting back on her scary tickle monster persona. "Silence! My meals don't talk!" She dives in, attacking his belly with many scribbles and pokes. "They laugh!"
Luci squealed, bursting into high-pitched giggles. He grabs onto Charlie's wrists, but he made no move to push them away. "Chahaharlie! Ihihit tihihickles!"
Charlie couldn't help but to coo at her dad. "That's the point, ya goober! And that's Miss Tickle Monster to you!" She moved up higher to pinch at his ribs.
The King of Hell's giggles turned into full on laughter. He kicked his feet and squirmed, still not trying to get away.
"My, these ribs give off some tasty laughter! I must have more!" With each pinch she made a nomming noise like she was actually eating his laughter.
Lucifer flushed at the silliness of it all. He had to admit, this was making him feel better. It's been so long since he had a good laugh, and the anxiety from earlier melted away with each "nom."
Charlie stopped to give her father a quick break. "Mmm! Those ribs were delicious! Now I'm craving something for dessert!"
Lucifer froze. He knew what that meant. Still, he didn't want to ruin the fun. He pretended to be curious. In reality, he was preparing himself for what's to come. "What would that be, Miss Tickle Monster?"
"Raspberries!" The Princess leaned down, blowing a huge raspberry on Lucifer's tummy.
Luci went absolutely crazy with laughter! He even let out a few snorts! "OHOHOHO GOHOHOHODNEHEHESS!!" He shook his head, covering his blushy face.
Charlie was delighted by his reaction and laughed along with him. She blew a few more raspberries before deciding he had enough and falling onto the bed next to him. "You alright there, dad?"
"Ihih'm fihihine!" Despite still being giggly he felt great!
Soon enough, they were both taking a well deserved nap.
"That's good. I really did miss your smile too, dad." She hugs him, snuggling into his side.
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Do you think you can do one where reader is really shy (not innocent) but starting to exploring herself to the point she asks Ominis if he could teach her how to self-touch as she feels weird not having a proper structure to learn... to the point Omnis begin and keeps on teasing reader while seducing her to touch him and their supposed 'one-side lesson' soon turn into loss of virginity where Ominis let his dark side takes control of him while making love to MC both gentle and dominant at the same time?
Touch me
Ominis x MC
🔞 NSFW! Minors DNI
Ominis Gaunt x Reader, extreme smut, MDNI, NSFW
AN: Yall this was based off a request I got wayyy too into it. This poor anonymous persn sent this request ages ago and I hope if they are still active that they get to read it. I have beeen superr busy so havnt been active for a while but hopefully yall enjoy much love!
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It all started after 7th year of howarts. You were finally in the last stretch of your academic career with big dreams, high hopes and a fresh start in the world of magic after living your whole life with the muggles. After successfully defeating Rankrok and his followers, you found yourself with free time you'd never had before—not that you were complaining.
Yet it was Ominis Gaunt who took up most of your newly available hours. He wasn't like anyone else you'd met before. A true gentleman, he defied your expectations for how young men typically behaved. He'd been your rock, guiding you through the maze of challenges that filled your fifth year at Hogwarts.
Being with Ominis felt honest and effortless. He could be a worrybody sometimes, but you would be lying if you said you hadn't come to rely on it, it was endearing if anything. And now that the whirlwind of secret missions and dangerous adventures had subsided, you started noticing little things about him you'd overlooked before.
And today was no exception. As you watched Ominis alight from his carriage just beyond the castle grounds, your breath caught. "Ominis!"
His head whipped around at the sound of his name, a warm smile lighting up his face. Abandoning your bags, you sprinted towards him, your heart pounding in time with your footsteps. As if expecting the enthusiasm in your dash, Ominis opened his arms wide. You hurled yourself into them, confirming, once again, how right everything felt when he was around.
With an "Oof!" the tall Slytherin absorbed the force of your hug, your arms locking around his neck.
"MC," he breathed your name, hugging you back tightly. An involuntary sigh of contentment escaped his lips as he felt the comforting contours of your body meld against his.
"God, I've missed you. This summer felt like an eternity."
"It did," he agreed softly.
You pulled back before gently cradling his face, examining his features, oblivious to his hands lingering on your waist. As you studied his cloudy eyes, pronounced jawline, and distinct beauty marks, surprise flickered through your eyes.
He had changed, grown. The boyish softness from last year had given way to a more defined, mature appearance, leaving you momentarily taken aback by the transformation.
"Wow.." You softly chuckled."You look different. In a good way, of course. "
His gaze lowered, emitting the comforting warmth you craved every time you looked into those intriguing eyes before a small smirk made its way to his face.
"I suppose you haven't changed one bit, still standing on the tips of your toes"? He quipped, a teasing note coloring his words.
Your smile dropped, and you had to look down momentarily, embarrassed that you were indeed doing exactly that.
You quickly set your heels to the ground, causing his fingers to brush against your curves tightening ever so slightly.
"Excuse me?! For the record, I'm still growing. My healer insists that a growth spurt is right around the corner—'
"And perhaps you'll gain a hard-earned inch. I wouldnt worry darling, thats what the accio charm is for"
Your hands flew to his collars as you tugged him towards your face.
"Accio isn't the only charm I've got up my sleeve, Gaunt"
Ominis looked caught off gaurd for moment, feeling the warmth of your face and breath.
"In fact, I've been meaning to show you all the other spells I've learned. Only if you care to finally join me at Crossed Wands"
Raising an eyebrow, the slytherin huffed a laugh, "I've got better things to do than go to a children's club?"
"Afraid of a little public humiliation?"
You watched as his hands rose to meet yours, clasped firmly around his collar. With a swift motion, he unlatched your grip.
"I'm sparing you the public embarrassment of defeat dear". Your face flushed a deep red when he gently turned your hands over, his lips planting a searing kiss on the palm.
"No need to remind you of our last game, do I"? his low voice vibrated in the little bubble you two were stuck in, unaware of the looks other people were giving you two. You caught your breath, the softness of his lips lingering on your skin
His words triggered memories of your past dueling defeat. A defeat you'd hoped he'd let slide, especially after you'd arrogantly challenged him again. So much for thinking the 'blind kid' wasn't a threat. In truth, he could've been an excellent Auror if he'd wanted to.
""I—it was just one time, Ominis," you stammered, your words mirroring the erratic beat of your heart. As the amusement on his face faded, he smiled his hand sliding past yours, "I'm just teasing"
The air between you thickened as he gently pulled you closer, his hands thumbs circling the curve of your waist. Your cheeks blushed fiercely under his gaze. "I've missed you, MC," he whispered, his voice deep and laden with an intimate huskiness.
Caught off guard, you stayed slient. "The summer was a nightmare at my parents' house," he continued, "but thoughts of you were my escape, my quiet refuge."
You gulped not recognizing this kind of intensity in his eyes, almost as if they could suck you in and trap you in them for eternity.
"...Ominis-"
"Are you two about to kiss"? Both of you jumped at the intruding voice of your firend.
Ominis sighed, now turning to the voice of his firend.
Sebastian flinched playfully. "Oops, should I come back later?" His teasing had you huffing a laugh, a welcomed break from the tension. You licked your lips nervously, watching the two with a small, nervous smile, secretly grateful that Ominis couldn't see the flush on your face.
But the moment's intensity was far from forgotten. That night, as you lay in bed, the scenes with Ominis replayed in your mind, each one leaving you more restless than the last. Your thoughts were a whirlwind of emotions, each memory with your best friend intensifying your inner turmoil.
Ominis had filled out, a lot more than you expected. His physique had blossomed, revealing a strikingly defined muscle tone that commanded attention. It was impossible to overlook the way his biceps seemed to strain against the fabric of his pristine white shirt. Though not bulky, the undeniable truth was that he no longer resembled a slender, lithe boy – his presence now exuded a captivating aura of strength and maturity.
You caught your breath, an instinctive reaction as your thighs rubbed together subtly. The lingering sensation of his arms wrapped around you remained, an imprint of solid muscle and strength. And those fingers—Merlin, those fingers. Their ethereal paleness was etched with a web of green veins, elevating their beauty. Always impeccably manicured, they were long enough to make even the largest textbooks look small when held in his grasp
An irresistible curiosity welled within you, envisioning the sight of those digits gliding across your bare skin. Imagining their journey from your chest, down to your stomach, and delicately tracing the contours of your hip. As desire consumed you, your chest heaved with anticipation. You moistened your parched lips, feeling a bead of sweat forming on your flushed skin. And then, finally, his fingers would trace over the delicate mound of flesh and delve right to your-
"Ahh-"!
Instantly, your hands flew to cover your mouth in shock at the noise that just flew out of your lips.
Suddenly, you found yourself in the midst of soemthing very intimate with your hands stuffed down your panties hovering over your aching core.
With quiet pants, you stayed still listening for any shifts from the other girls across the room. Fortunately, only silence ensued as you tried to swallow down your humiliation before slowly resuming, feeling the folds in between your fingers.
With a nervous heart, you began to rub your folds in a clockwise motion. A small flicker of something awakened in the pit of your stomach, causing you to gasp at the unfamiliar sensation. Your heart raced as you continued your ministrations.
However, as quickly as the feeling came, it soon subsided, leaving you perplexed as your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Without hesitation, you switched to a faster state.
Nothing.
Soon, you began swiping, dragging, and pinching before you finally gave up in frustration.
Nothing. You felt nothing.
Were you doing something wrong? You weren't entirely naive. You had heard other girls talking about touching themselves down there, and they all claimed it was a euphoric sensation like no other.
Maybe this was a mistake..
What were you thinking? Touching yourself to the thought of your best friend.
Your arm swung over to cover your eyes in embarrassment, followed by disappointment. Perhaps it was best to just go to sleep now...
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A week passed, and you held onto the hope that the strange feelings you had for him would fade. But fate had other plans.
Professor Hecat's class was always rowdy. Flying spells were common, and both you and Ominis were accustomed to them. But today, Leander Prewitt and his cronies chose to act up.
Seated beside Ominis, your jaws clenched as Prewitt initiated a verbal confrontation, belittling Ominis and doubting his dueling abilities. Sebastian retaliated swiftly, but an inexplicable surge of rage coursed through your veins in response to Prewitt's petty taunts at Ominis, and you promptly decided Leander was going to learn today.
Just as you began to rise from your chair, Ominis seemed to read your intentions. With a sudden, commanding grip, he seized your thigh, pulling you back into your seat with a force you couldn't ignore.
Your eyes widened, muscles tensing under the sensation of his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thigh. Your gaze met his for a fleeting moment before drifting down to where his grip tightened, locking you in place.
"I've got this, MC. Save your energy," he murmured, his voice low but clear. His words weren’t a boast, but a quiet assurance.
Rising gracefully, Ominis shed his robe with a fluid motion, placing it neatly aside. He then proceeded to loosen his tie, the emerald fabric slipping through his fingers with practiced ease. Rolling up his sleeves,
You watched mesmerized at the sight that unfolded before you, captivated by the visual of his forearms, adorned with prominent veins that seemed to pulsate with intensity, emanating an aura of restrained power.
Clenching your thighs, you swallowed hard, forcing yourself to look away.
"Care to duel, Prewitt?" Ominis asked, a hint of malice lacing his voice. "You seem to have plenty of time to spew nonsense."
Ominis would never waste the time of his day on someone like leander. But here he was, standing before you with a look in eyes that had your stomach doing flips.
Prewitt snorted, exuding arrogance. "Don't go crying to Black when I best you, Gaunt."
The entire class excitey swarmed past you more than intrigued to see this fight. And eventually, even you couldn't help it.
The duel was a spectacle. Ominis dominated the arena. You knew he was powerful, but seeing him dismantle Prewitt—a seventh-year known for his formidable dueling skills—left you a little breathless. The calculated dodges, the crackling spells—each move he made sent a thrilling pulse through you, stirring something you hadn't felt before
You'd never openly admit it, but ever since that duel, only thoughts of Ominis managed to ignite even the faintest sparks of pleasure within you. Everything else left you feeling disconcertingly numb, as if disconnected from your own sensations.
You'd imagined his fingers tracing patterns on your skin, the timbre of his voice urging you toward the edge, the warmth of his lips promising release. And yet, frustratingly, that elusive climax remained just out of reach.
The experience was as maddening as it was mortifying—each moment teetering on the cusp, only for the feeling to dissipate into nothingness.
Days later, you saw him leave class, chatting amicably with Sebastian, a playful smile gracing his gorgeous lips. As you leaned against the hallway wall, you found yourself at an emotional crossroads, wrestling with whether or not to take the next step.
The young Gaunt walking beside Sebastian slowed in his steps, letting Sebastian walk ahead with Garreth when he suddenly sensed your unmistakable magical presence.
His head turned your way as you stood up straighter, caught off gaurd.
Before you were able to think, Ominis called out your name.
"MC"?
You sucked in a breath before forcibly smiling, not that he could see.
"Hey....can we talk for a second..."?
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You sat nervously in your room of requirement after sending Deek off for the night. You were expecting Ominis to walk down those stairs into the room any moment now.
Today, when he beckoned you over, you couldn't resist inviting him to meet you tonight—despite your internal protests. Restlessness had overtaken you, and if there was anyone who wouldn't judge your upcoming request, it was Ominis. As you pondered your own audacity in calling him here, a tight knot formed in your heart at the mere thought, causing a flood of second thoughts to assail your mind.
But just as they threatened to spiral out of control, a surge of panic gripped your gaze, capturing sight of Ominis descending the staircase.
Shit. Your shaky hands now fell to your sides as you stood from the couch to acknowledge his presence as normally as you could.
"Good evening Ominis".
The moment your voice reached his ears, a soft smile played on Ominis's lips. "Evening, darling,"
You tried to ignore the way his smooth tone cut through the quiet air of the room.
As Ominis strolled towards the couch, your gaze inevitably followed him. His shirt, a few buttons undone, subtly revealed his well-defined chest, adorned with a smattering of black beauty marks.
Strands of hair that were usually slicked back had fallen forward, adding a touch of casual charisma to his look. With one hand nonchalantly tucked in his pocket and the other holding his wand, he moved with a confidence that was both understated and captivating.
'Had he always been this striking?' you wondered.
He gracefully took a seat on the couch next to where you stood. Heart pounding, you took a seat beside him and offered the tea you'd meticulously prepared earlier.
The room was thick with silence for a few beats before Ominis finally spoke, cutting through the tension.
"So," he started, a hint of playfulness in his tone, "caught a cold, have you?"
"What?"
"You sound as if you're speaking from the other end of the room," he observed with a slight, teasing tilt of his head.
In that moment, you became acutely aware of your own timidity, practically recoiling from him, from where he sat. Your tongue flicked nervously over dry lips, a gesture you had repeated countless times throughout the day.
"Oh..."Before a single word escaped your lips, his keen intuition sensed that something was amiss.
"MC, is there something wrong?"
You shook your head, perhaps too vigorously, "No, not at all! I didn't call you here for anything bad," you assured him, lowering your voice on the last part.
You notice his eyebrow tense with a slight scrunch "Well with that tone you're not exactly putting my concerns to rest," he noted, patting the cushion next to him. "Come here; I'm not going to yell across the room to talk to you."
A moment went by before a soft chuckle escaped you as you inched closer to Ominis. "The couch isn't exactly spacious," you remarked, but the playful tone in your voice dwindled to a hush when his fingers delicately found yours. With a gentle tug, he erased the scant distance left between you.
Your breath caught in your throat, the heat of his body radiating against yours in a comforting yet unsettling way.
"Alright, whats on your mind"?
You bit your lip, a nervous habit that not even the daunting OWL exams had provoked. 'I'm... it's hard to find the right words.' You hesitated, feeling the weight of your own vulnerability. 'This is...embarrassing, something I've never had to voice before. Yet, with you, it feels different. It feels safe" The sincerity in your voice was as clear as the mixed emotions that danced in your eyes
Ominis listened intently, his features softening.
"The thing is I have been struggling with something that I didn't quite expect to struggle with, actually even you would be surprised if you knew"
"Perhaphs, as long as I get it hear it" The small smile his face did no such thing to help the nervous one diminish on yours.
“In fact, it’s almost laughable when I think about it. No other girl seems to be troubled by it. In fact, I might be the sole person in this entire school befuddled by something so trivial. It’s ironic, considering all of the feats I’ve accomplished with far less trouble—”
“MC.”
You halted abruptly, feeling his hands gently squeezing yours.
“What is it” Ominis pointed out softly.
Swallowing hard, you murmured almost inaudibly, "Could you... help me find... pleasure?"
Silence lingered for a moment, each second intensifying your unease.
It was as if time itself paused when you noticed the subtle change in his demeanor. His breath hitched, momentarily caught in his throat, as his eyes widened ever so slightly. The usual confidence in his gaze gave way to a flicker of surprise, or perhaps realization. "Oh..." he uttered softly, the word barely more than a whisper, yet it resonated with unspoken understanding.
Upon hearing Ominis's reply, your heart sank. In a rush of emotion, you stood up abruptly, mumbling apologies as you prepared to retreat. Your eyes, unable to meet his intense gaze, shifted downwards, while internal doubts echoed that perhaps this was all a mistake.
Just as you were about to suggest ending the evening, a gasp slipped from your lips. Ominis, his grip still firm on your hand, drew you back with a swift pull, causing you to tumble unexpectedly into his lap. Your heart pounded wildly as you looked up at him, your eyes wide with surprise. "Don’t go," he whispered softly, his voice soothing yet firm, his hands securing you at your waist as if fearing you might flee.
"I don’t want to make you uncomfortable," you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper.
He shook his head gently, his hand cupping your face. "Trust me, you aren’t," he reassured, his thumb softly tracing your cheek. His fingers tenderly explored your face, a faint smile playing on his lips. "It’s been so long since you let me touch you," he murmured, his voice tinged with a mix of nostalgia and relief.
Your stomach fluttered, acknowledging the truth in his words. You had been avoiding him, distancing yourself in a futile attempt to evade the complexity of your feelings.
"Is this why you’ve been so distant these past few weeks?" he inquired, his tone laced with curiosity.
"You noticed?" you replied, a hint of surprise in your voice.
Ominis would have been a fool not to. Despite his attempts to feign indifference, the absence of your presence, the lack of even a fleeting conversation each day, weighed heavily on him. The way you would hastily exit a room upon his arrival haunted his nights.
He had always harbored a silent obsession with you, yet he considered himself too cowardly to confess it. After all, you were perfection personified in his eyes—the savior of Hogwarts, his savior. He had thought your kindness in befriending him, a blind student, was the pinnacle of your generosity.
But now, he realized he might have underestimated the depths of your caring nature.
"I have" He answered.
"Oh, was I that obvious"? You tried to hide your embarrassment but it was all out in the open now.
Leaning closer, he whispered teasingly, "Quite so. Can I assume that I am to blame for this delightful situation?"
Your nervous laughter filled the room. "Delightful isn’t the word I’d use for the sleepless nights you’ve given me," you confessed, immediately wondering if you had revealed too much.
His smirk grew slowly, a knowing glint in his eyes. "Sleepless nights, you say? How troubling. I wasn’t aware I had such an effect.'"
But of course, he knew. His courtship had been subtle yet deliberate: anonymous bouquets, offers to help with your studies, each a breadcrumb leading you unknowingly back to him. He noticed the other suitors too, drawn like moths to your flame, each trying to surpass the others with their affectionate gestures
Realizing this, Ominis's tactics shifted. He was no longer just a smitten boy; he became a calculated seducer. His methods were more than just charms and touch; they were whispered promises, the intentional caress of his fingers against your cheek, and his hand's firm yet reassuring grip at precisely the right moments.
He had never seen himself as that kind of man until he felt you envelop yourself in every sense he ever had.
It was torturous to be able to smell you, hear you, or even touch but just never enough to satiate his growing obsession with you. At one point he even considered secretly wedding you under his name just so he could have you without question.
You had sensed a hesitance from him, perhaps because of the gentleman he was. So gathering the remaining bits of your courage you slowly shifted, draping your legs across his lap, pressing your back against his solid chest. A flush of heat rose to your cheeks, and your heart thundered in your chest as you leaned into his embrace.
Ominis's breath hitched as he felt your weight settle against him, the faint scent of you enveloping him. For a moment, he was motionless, as if caught in a dream. Then, instinctively, his hands found their way to your hips, anchoring you.
Your voice, barely above a whisper, broke the charged silence. "What are you waiting for, then?"
"Touch me"
His world seemed to shift at your request, opening a door to a path he never imagined traversing. Heart hammering against his chest, Ominis drew you closer, his breath a soft murmur in your ear. "With the utmost pleasure".
As you nervously bit your lip, Ominis's fingers had already begun to glide toward the hem of your dress, delicately folding it back to reveal your lower half.
His fingers danced cautiously across your abdomen, "Use my hands, he whispered softly, "show me how you touch yourself."
The words were complete filth, but how he made it sound so angelic was beyond your comprehension.
Aligning your shaky fingers on top of his, you guided his pretty hands that you daydreamed about so much right down to your core already aching in anticipation.
Ominis suppressed a noise and nearly cursed out loud at the feeling of the warmth of your clothed cunt that bled through to his fingers.
The soft fleshy feeling had his cock twitching in his trousers already beginning to harden.
He began to rub you hearing the shaky breaths leave your mouth. A smirk slowly etched on his face as he realized how sexually innocent you were. He barely started and you already were writhing at his touches
"Lift your hips for me"
Your eyes that closed shut snapped open at the gentle command.
As you turned slightly to look at him, he mirrored your movement, his lips brushing against your cheek intimately. "Trust me..." he murmured. Your eyes fluttered at the fuzzy feelings that engulfed you.
Using your hands, you pushed against his thigh lifting your hips. Ominis smiled faintly pleased at how well you listened before feeling for your soft lacy undergarments and hooking his fingers under the hem. It all bit took him a few seconds as he delicately peeled the thin material down your legs.
Discreetly, he slipped the tiny undergarment into his pocket and then lightly tapped your hips, a silent cue for you to sit back down.
You hadn't bothered with a bra, assuming it was unnecessary since Ominis couldn't see. Yet, sitting bare in your thin, flimsy nightgown, you felt starkly exposed.
His other hand slid around your waist, adjusting as he leaned back against the couch, seeking a more comfortable position. In response, you unconsciously shifted, spreading your legs wider. The movement caused your nightgown to gather up, its fabric bunching around your hip.
Red crept up your cheeks and you prayed Deek didn't leave anything behind after he left because you were completely exposed at this point.
"You feel so warm." Ominis slid his fingers through your folds, exploring every crevice of you shamelessly as you gasped and flinched.
"It..ng- it feels a little strange. I've never felt like this before".
The young Slytherin caressed your bare thighs, addicted to the smoothness of it "Perhpahs we can fix that"
Ominis glided his digits up your folds feeling a delicate arch, before uncovering your clit. With a smirk he applied firm pressure on the nub causing you to gasp, tensing in his lap.
"W-what was ..that" You whispered breathlessly.
"There we go… feels good doesn't it"?
You could barely respond to his question as he began circling the nub rhythmically.
Ominis smileding feeling your body wrack from the hard breaths you were giving. He didn't expect you to be this inexperienced.
"Darling..give me your hand"
You obeyed with a whimpers before feeling his damp fingers take in yours. Taking them to your clit, he encorugae you as you curiusly circled it, flicnhing at the waves of electricty shotting through at very momvemnt. Ominis chuckled quietly, turned on by the reactions you were feeding him.
"This..is so strange" You spoke. New was the word, but to explore such a vulneraable moment with someone like him, it felt..embarressing. Almost as if you should know this by now.
Ominis took a breath, before taking over. "No. Not strange. It's natural".
You bit your lips. fighting not to close your legs at the way he was touching you "Is it natural to get this..wet"?
"Well if I do this correctly" he began "Pretty soon you'll be soaking" His sultry voice shot straight to your pussy causing to you clench.
"I feel..hot ughn-"! Another wave of pleasure washes over you as he works his magic, teasing and swiping you repeatedly.
This is… too much," you whimpered, overwhelmed by the intensity.
Ominis grunted feeling you bounce slightly over his strained cock. Without a second thought his other hand grabbed the straps of your slik nightgown, sliding it off your shoulders and doing the same with the other. You were clouded in a haze far too high to notice as he continued assaulting your clit. The room soon began to be filled with the sounds of squelches.
The gown slid off, exposing you entirely. Ominins traced his fingers down your collarbone relishing the warm smooth skin before feeling your the flesh of you plump breasts.
With a quiet groan he cupped you, his thump circling your nub and swiping over them, causing them to perk up.
You whined arching your back pushing all your weight on his cock.
"Fuck MC, you're driving me crazy".
As his ring finger delicately circled your entrance, a sharp intake of breath escaped you.
"O-Ominis! Please, ugh—!" your plea broke through the thick air.
"Come on, love, you can take it," he coaxed, his voice a mix of encouragement and desire.
"No! I can't!" Your voice escalated, edging towards a cry as a wave of intense sensations began to coil deep in your belly.
To Ominis, you were a vision of breathtaking beauty in this state of abandonment. The sounds you made were so intensely arousing that it took all his self-control to focus on your pleasure first, rather than his own.
Your hips involuntarily began to buck against him, seeking friction against the growing bulge in his pants. The young Slytherin grunted, using his free arm to steady you while his fingers worked relentlessly, intensifying the pleasure.
As his fingers rhythmically flicked your clit, his command broke through your haze. "Face me."
The simple instruction barely penetrated your overwhelmed senses, but you managed to obey, turning to face him.
"Lean forward… and kiss me," he whispered, his voice laced with a mix of longing and hesitation.
As soon as the words left his mouth, Ominis was seized by a sudden fear that he had asked for too much.
But before he could retract his words, you silenced his doubts. Your lips crashed onto his with an urgency that left no room for second-guessing. Your hand found its way to his hair, gripping and pulling with a desperation that matched the intensity of your kiss.
The two of you shared each others breaths, as he groaned into the kiss, pressing himself closer to you. Not even a moment passed by before he suck his tingue to swipe over your bottom lips before intruding your mouth. Both of you groaned at the taste of each other, rocking and bucking your hips.
Had it not been for the single thread of sanity his mind was desperately clinging on to, he would have completely forgotten that you were a virgin and plunge his cock into you as deep as he could go.
However, nothing fed his ego quite like this. Nothing in his years of living could compare besides you spreading on his lap and letting him defile you like this. And he would be damned if he would let another man try now.
Quickly you grabbed his other arm and shoved it to your perked nipples beggin for some atention.
Breaking the kiss in desperation, you gasped, "T-touch me here…"
His touch in response became rougher, rolling your nipples between his fingers, as you gushed onto his digits.
"You're making a mess, sweetheart," he murmured against you, his hips subtly rolling to meet yours.
You could feel the smug smirk of his lips against yours. Licking your swollen lips, you tasted him again, your senses torn between the overwhelming touches and his intoxicating flavor. "Its all your fault" you managed to say between ragged breaths
"My trousers are soaked, and yet it's my fault?" he teased knowing damn well you were right. In response to your attitude, his fingers tightened around your plump flesh, nearly drooling at the thought of taking them into his mouth.
Frustration mingled with your desire as you retorted, "Yeah? Well, why don't you do something about it, then?"
Ominis briefly stopped his minitrations taking in your words.
You panted eyes darting back and forth between his.
"I will."
In an impulsive motion, Ominis drew back and slid his hands beneath each of your legs. With an effortless strength, he lifted you, responding to the unspoken urgency between you. Simultaneously, the Room of Requirement seemed to attune itself to the escalating intensity, morphing subtly to accommodate the unfolding desires
Looking ahead, the room suddenly turned pitch black.The once-lit fireplace, which had filled the room with a comforting orange glow, was now extinguished, plunging everything into the deep dark, you saw a stunning vision materialize
Floating candles flickered to life, encircling a bed draped in rich black satin sheets. Their light cast an ethereal glow, creating an island of illumination in the otherwise dark room, with the bed as its sole focus.
It was..ominous. Yet seductive.
A surge of realization quickened your heartbeat. This daunting setting wasn't conjured from your fantasies. It was a manifestation of someone else's.
Just as you had realized it was Ominis, he released you into the bed conveniently placed in front of you as you fell back with a bounce.
"Omi-" You gasped as he grabbed your thighs and pushed them apart, exposing your gushing pussy, dripping from your juices onto the satin sheets.
Your eyes widened, you never saw him like this before. Jaw clenched, eyes dark, and towering over you like a menace.
Feral.
It was a far cry to the shy and reserved guy you were us to seeing.
Ominis inhaled your scent, with his throbbing cock already leaking precum into his trousers. Qucikly removing his shirt he dove in, feeling abdomen and pressing searing kisses down until he felt your wetness press agaisnt his nose. Without hesitation he slicked a solid stripe up your puffy folds before taking in your clit into his wet hot mouth.
"Ahhg- fuck!" you cried out, the world spinning as Ominis continued his fervent ministrations. He sucked on your swollen numb catching your dripping jucies on his chin
Your eyes rolled back as you arched your back crying loud enough for the whole Castle to hear. Your hands shot to his head gripping his soft hair unconciously rolling your hips into his face.
"Nghh-feels so go-good"!
Words failed you, your mind whittled down to incoherent babbles under his relentless ministrations.
He groaned against your cunt, swirling his tongue around the nub, repeating the motions over and over as you convulsed.
One of his hands slowly unwrapped itself from your thighs before rimming your entrance. Just as another load of juices spilled, Ominis seized the opportunity to slowly insert a finger causing you to flinch at the intrusion and clench around his long digit.
"That's it Darling..just relax" He whispered.
Your eyes began to flutter as Ominis pumped his finger back and forth/
"Can you take another, Darling?" His husky voice cut through the haze, demanding your attention. You whimpered shaking your head, overwhelmed by the sensation of his finger. "I dont think so"
"Yes, you can, sweet thing. Just relax," he coaxed, his whispers punctuated by a kiss on your clit before he climbed up to hover over you, caging you in.
"Merlin, Ominis," you gasped, breathless, "This isn't what I… asked for, uggnh—" Your words struggled to form as you felt his finger curl inside you, deftly stroking your sensitive walls.
"Pretty soon, you'll be nothing but a babbling mess, and I'll barely understand a word," he teased, his voice a blend of amusement and desire.
Frowning at his smug demeanor, you reached up to his neck, pulling him closer to your face. "Careful, Gaunt, I can still—ugh," you tried to warn, your words faltering, "I-I can still hex you."
Licking his lips, Ominis's eyes darkened, a devilish smirk playing on his lips. "Is that supposed to be a threat?"
"Yes. And one you'd do well to—agh!" Your protest was cut short as he slid another finger inside you, stretching you further.
His smile was a triumph as he leaned down "I'd take every hex you could ever throw at me if it means I can touch you like you this again".
You swore your stomach did a flip as redness took over your face.
A reply just sat on the tip of your tongue but before you had a chance to reply, his hands slid to the back of your neck pulling your hair at its root to expose your neck before sucking and kissing the sensitive skin.
You grunted at the feeling of his canines pressed to your throat while he plunged his long fingers mercilessly. "Fuck" You murmured. It felt so good.
You were so slick he was easily able to finger your squelching core, clenching around his digits every chance it got.
Ominis didn't want to go too hard on you yet, but unable to control his speed much longer. His fingers began to fully thrust into you, curling and hitting a squishy spot.
Suddenly he hissed as felt you rake your nails down his back while you cried out in pleasure. Grabbing the back of your neck, he muffled your cries, shoving his tongue down your throat while fingering you harder.
He wanted to be gentle, but clearly, you were going to make it impossible.
You moaned feeling a tear slide down your cheek at the overwhelming feeling. Truthfully, it stung a little, but a tight coil building up in your stomach overrode every sting you felt.
Breaking the kiss, his forehead rested against yours panting from the kiss "I can feel it. Your close".
"I..I feel something in my stomach. I don't think I can take it-anymore" You whispered, barely able to catch your breathe.
"Go ahead darling" The young Slytherin peck on the lips again smiling against them "Come for me"
You whimpered fisting the sheets beside your bed, arching onto his fingers. Suddenly, the coil in your stomach snapped as white hot blinding pleasure flew over you. Your muscles began to contract before you felt your pulsing walls close in on his digits still buried inside you. You gasped, mouth wide open eyes squeezed shut unable to make a sound from the pure bliss.
Ominis felt every wrack of your body, hearing every silent little noise you made, quietly observing your state. Nothing could compare to the beauty he was witnessing. Nothing made his pride swell up in his chest before like you did. And nothing very made him regret the state of his eyesight like you did. Even blind, you were so beautiful.
"Still quivering from the aftershocks of his touch, you gradually relaxed into the soft sheets, each breath a conscious effort to steady yourself. Ominis, tender in his movements, leaned down to plant a gentle kiss on your forehead. A smile tugged at your lips, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, drawing him closer in a silent invitation for more intimacy.
In the quiet that followed, a subtle shift brought your legs to encircle his waist, and you could feel the pronounced tension against you from his trousers.
'Ominis?' your voice was soft, yet laden with unspoken desire.
"Yes, love".
A boldness took hold of you. "Please, make love to me. Here, in this bed."
With a sharp intake of breath, Ominis jumped up and grabbed your hips, pulling them to meet his hips causing you to yelp. His tone was low but reverberated throughout the air leaving the place silent under its domineering tone" With the utmost pleasure"
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There you lay as Ominis slows his pace, feeling your uncontrollable clenching pussy squirt onto his cock like a hose.
Your entire body shook from the intense pleasure, your thighs trembling as you back arched. Ominis sinster's smirk was a strong indication if any that he felt no remorse for bringing you to your 3rd orgasm as tears slid down your already dampened cheeks, absolutely in love with how greedy your pussy clamped down on his cock.
But he was far from done. In the time he spent with you tonight in this room, somewhere he tried to be accommodating and doting as he usually was but that option flew far out the window as soon as you decided to make him cum faster by topping him.
You learned a hard lesson today. Ominis doesn't like brats.
It wasn't long before Ominis started railing you again, taking it to new heights
“wait—slow d-down Omi’—hngg!” you moan, nails clawing at his back, scraping the pale skin. He was sure he was full of marks by now that Sebastian was going to interrogate him about later, but he couldn't a give damn right now.
You felt your body recoil, pushing up against the bed with each sharp thrust as he pounded into your worn-out pussy, dragging every inch of his length in and out. Your knees were bent at your ears this time, feet dangling by his head as his hips slammed into the back of your thighs.
"Such a pretty slut aren't you? Look at how well you take my cock". You couldn't understand a thing before realizing Ominis had slipped in pareceltongue while he was plowing into you.
The forbidden language only had gush aroused even further.
“Fuck baby” he sighs “Bet that pretty pussy is just begging to be filled again”
"I cant-" your cry comes out strangled already feeling another orgasm coming. It was painful how much you clenched around his girth of cock by now.
In response, Ominis leans in, trailing a path of wet kisses up your chest. As he approaches your mouth, you instinctively lean forward, anticipating another kiss. But instead, he releases your thighs, his hands moving to grasp your hips firmly. 'One more round, darling,' he whispers against your lips. 'I'll make you come so intensely, you won't have any more sleepless nights. How does that sound?'"
At this point, you were sure Ominis was lost in the pleasure as he grounded up your saturated pussy.
"And what if I do" You whispered breathlessly
He chuckled leaning in and giving you another heart-melting kiss. You knew you were done for.
"Now that you belong to me, I can assure you you won't"
Before you had a chance to reply, Ominis deftly maneuvered you, effortlessly turning you around in the bed. You landed softly on your stomach, the sheets cool against your heated skin. His hands traced a path down your back, pausing at your ass to grasp and squeeze your flesh firmly, followed by a sharp slap that made you squeal in a mixture of surprise and arousal.
Then, without any warning, you felt him align himself, and he plunged back into you, his entry swift and decisive
Before long he's drilling into your sopping cunt, his tip kissing your womb, whispering vulgarities into your ear. The lewd sound of his balls slapping against your ass and both your groans fill the room as your eyes watered at the sheer width of him.
One hand firmly gripped your hip, while his other slid up your lower back, pressing you firmly into the bed. He angled your body, creating a deep arch that allowed him to drive into you with relentless force prying your cunt open with his cock slamming into you at a bullying speed.
Your ass recoiled with every snap of his hips and soon you felt another orgasm hitting you like a spell. As it overtook you, you found yourself crying out his name, your fingers clenching the bedsheets as you convulsed around him.
Ominis grunted bringing you up to press a searing kiss as he pounded his seed into you, unleashing his load enough for it to drip down your thighs.
As the kiss broke, you both lay there, chests heaving, caught in the aftermath of the storm of passion and connection you had just weathered together
You felt utterly exhausted, and Ominis, perceiving your fatigue, showed a hint of concern. He hadn't intended to be so fervent, and despite your lack of complaints, he wondered if he had gone too far. Then, you turned towards him, gently tugging at his arms, urging him into the bed with you.
"MC—" he started, but you cut him off.
"I'm sleepy. And I don't think I'll be able to walk for a while, so the least you could do is stay the night," you murmured, your voice a mix of fatigue and affection.
Ominis's initially surprised expression softened into a smile at your words. He leaned down, placing a tender kiss on your forehead. "I did make a promise, didn't I?" he said softly.
You couldn’t help but grin, pulling him down for one last gentle kiss.
'Keep your word, Ominis.'
His smile mingled with yours in the kiss, and he drew you closer, his embrace a comforting presence. 'You know I will,'
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Found you're writing really good 😈😈 and now you're my next target 😂😂 How do you think gun would react finding someone 100x times beautiful from crystal with great body anddddddd 👀👀👀 is strong like ui daniel but is not quite rich and lives a normal life working at a part time cafe ??? 😮😮😮 lordddd 🤌🤌 the reaction would be priceless, please do it 🥲
Gun Park (Park Jonggun x Female Reader!) short story
A/N: Hello fellow human! Sorry if I ever replied back REALLY LATE. I'll still make Lookism x reader content, but I'm really busy rn so sorry if this felt rushed (and I have a periodical exams to take in Wedensday oof).
Genre: fluff?
Warnings: mild cursing and mentions of mafia activities (unedited)
Gun isn't exactly the type to easily fall in love, even impressing him alone without trying hard is challenging by itself as many successors, enemies, and other people tried to show their all to the Shiro Oni. But every blood, sweat, and tears were wasted just trying to lay a finger by the unstoppable man, if they would even call him one.
And it is also just a normal day for everyone, people in the city are either spending their money off by their personal plans or continue on with their daily lives. Other women were having their shopping galore either with their friends or alone with quite noticeable make-up plastered on their face yet making their face sparkle up with the cosmetics. Ulzzangs posting their new selfies getting tons, if not millions of likes and social media users having a debate who's prettier or more attractive. Students were stressing out with their school activities or gossip drama with the adults wanting to slack off and get a chug of beer after a long day of their shifts or just take a long nap like a lazy cat with their eyebags being dark and hollow like a panda.
And to most people, you're just an ordinary woman living her life in the crowded city of Seoul. You wouldn't exactly call it the best life ever, but you were somehow thankful to make it this far after long days of shifts and even sometimes working on Holidays even if you want to have a sip of your own coffee at your own place. You're already a functional and working adult yet you sometimes miss your home despite you and your family having your own personal problems. Yet you continue to strive not only for them but mostly for yourself. If it weren't for some men forcing you to have a chat with you by offering their numbers quite rudely, you might even have better days without them putting you into situations you don't even want to experience just because you were considered beautiful.
It was already five in the afternoon, yet you're still there at the cafe doing your duties as a barista and a waitress. The place will be quite silent, almost weird with the sound of silence if it weren't for the chatty customers with some chilling with their drink and pastries of choice. College students doing their research in groups, office-workers updating their marketing plans, and angsty teenagers listening to their melancholic music with their Airpods on. With the stress that you are feeling right now, you felt the need to listen to your own playlist while you watched the sun sank in the sky with a splash of pink, yellow, and blue creating a splash of colors that felt nostalgic yet different at the same time.
Hours passed with people coming in and out, the sky already turning night time with white stars sparkling at night. The yellow lights of the place illuminating at the dark to not only make the place more atmospheric, but to also make the customers feel comfortable with the chill yet warm vibe.
"Miss Y/N, are you already getting the order done for customer five?" your manager with a dark perfect bun for her hairstyle with pale foundation, reddish blush and lip tint, and sunken eye bags (reminding you of a porcelain doll) asked with a raised eyebrows and strict tone as you responded with a hum for agreement while you're mixing and preparing the drink condiments. "Yes Sajangnim (boss) I'm already done with the coffee macchiato and I already have the egg sandwich." you replied while hurrying to prepare the Americano. "Good, more tickets are coming you better hurry up." she replied while she scolds your co-worker that you are deeply annoyed at when she's slumping on the side clicking on her phone instead of helping you out. "She's probably texting someone to date huh?" a voice on your side whispered while you yelped in surprise. "Fucking, geez stop spawning randomly on the side like that." you hissed as he chuckles silently trying to minimize his voice while you also tried not to laugh hysterically. "Okay fine. You're working too much. I'll do the coffee latte and get the mango graham and the croissant." he suggested while your eyes widened in confusion and a bit of surprise. "You sure Jace?" you asked the young man with big ears as he raises a thumbs up "It's fine Eonni (older sister ; metaphorically). Now you go." "You just want your fees to go higher." you teased as he manners to go shooing you away. "I need it since I got to repair Vasco's phone." "Whatever, just do the job right and smooth." you smiled while he finger guns with a tongue-click sound.
You took the orders in your hand and approached the table before you quickly noticed the two familiar guys. You sighed before going closer to the very annoying customers just then the blonde with dark shades greeted you with a dramatic enthusiasm.
"Yo Y/N! It's nice to see you where have you been?!" Goo stood up while waving his hand making the other customers look in confusion. You not wanting to create a scene, you placed the tray in the table and planned to go away. But a hand held your own in a soft but not rather affectionate touch before you swat it away.
"What the hell are you doing in here?" you asked while you felt your blood boiling in frustration. "But we're here to-" "Shut the fuck up Walmart Ken." you scolded Goo while he created a insulting gasp while the ebony-haired man smirked in amusement. "We're here for Charles orders. We're going to take you back in the place where you truly belong for unfinished business." he commented in a calm yet teasing manner making you even more agitated. "This is my business, Gun." If it weren't for the other customers if they ever got frightened and with your manager firing you, you might created a miserable scene that you don't want to happen in the first place. But these people haunts down your biggest fears like a black hole swallowing your entire existence.
"And how did you even find me here? And don't you see the no smoking sign?" you rolled your eyes making Goo and Gun grin more while Gun huffs his smoke, "We have our own ways." "And c'mon Y/N, we know you miss doing tough missions with us!" Goo again interfered while you stood their in cold feet not knowing what to do with this situation. "And besides Charles is offering you a billion won with making the four major crews stronger for him to pay you, even make it thrice the price if you did the job well." Gun offered while taking a sip of his coffee and the other man looking at the menu sheet to order more of the sweets. "Well don't you contact me when either the Workers tried to interfere or your goons stabbing all of your backs." you replied with a sass while Gun just replies. "If that ever happens, I'm not going to hesitate to beat their-" "Yo Y/N, can I get a latte with a chocolate doughnut?" the childish guy ordered interrupting Gun's long speech. Though his eye accessory hides his orbs, you can imagine (almost see) Goo flickering his eyelashes like a puppy begging to play with it's owner. "Whatever, I'm leaving." you rolled your eyes in frustration before going to the employee room and aggressively slamming the door. "Wait what? Y/N We still have lots to talk about and my order-" Goo was about to chase you before Gun kicked him in the legs under the table, successfully earning a hiss of pain from the other guy. "Let her be, she'll change her mind." Gun interrupted while Goo raised his eyebrows. "Hah?! For fuck's sake we're just going to let her run away? Again? You'll be in fault if Charles scolded our scrawny asses again." Goo ranted as the people in the cafe started to weirdly glare at them for being to noisy. "I know where she's going, besides she would get scolded, even probably fired since she left during her shift. So just stay calm." Gun replied while stealing the sweet and umami food that Goo just offered that's been sitting for a minute now. "Hey! that's my sandwich!" "Just buy another one you got twenty thousand won on your wallet." Gun replied while he wipes off the extra mayo on his mouth with a tissue. "Says the one who's chomping off my toast right now, idiot." "Stop making Gordon Ramsey references or I'll kill you."
"Y/N where the hell have you been! Don't you see that there's lots of tickets flooding in here?! Oi you brat answer me!" your manager who's been flickering your guts scolded you while your co-worker from earlier smirks at your downfall, you not only fixing your bag in your locker but also trying to make yourself composed as you don't want to lash out your anger to the people who have done nothing wrong to you (they do, a lot but you just don't complain about it). "If you won't answer my question-" "Shut up." you murmured interrupting her speech in a lifeless manner. "I'll leave. You can fire my ass." "Hey Y/N what is going on in here?" Jace asked before you again slammed the exit door, leaving the poor guy confused and lots of responsibility in his hands...
You ran, as fast as you could. You kept running and running. You ran past the tall buildings filled with city lights creating a beautiful atmosphere, yet the familiar feeling of sorrow began to linger on your mind and heart reminding you of the memories of the past that you tried to bury deep down to start a completely fresh start of the first chapter of your life. But it looks like even books can have it's pages ripped and burned.
After a long mile, you stopped your movement as you breathe deeply trying to catch air like you're being suffocated by your feeling of dread. You didn't want to go in this place, but it is the only place that you called home.
This is the place where you met them, where you grew up, and where you were turned into a monster.
It is an old and abandoned park, the fake wood texture of the metal benches started to rust with the colorful paint with vulgar words and drawings adding to the stain. Trash were everywhere, even a scary place like this looks like it's been a hang out for runaway teenagers or addicts. The trees and plants look completely dry and lifeless since it's not been watered and just not being cared of, making the crunchy leaves fall down into the ground. Newspaper with the dirty and used ashtrays and used beverage bottles were also scattered in the area. It is a complete mess like what you are right now, but the smell of toxins and beer makes your mind hazy and in peace as you try to think of the good memories that you have in here (if you ever had one).
You thought that you can finally have your moment of peace and solitude. But it looks like you have to deal with these fuckers you kept whistling and cooing at your existence. Looks like they're drunk men who's been wasting their life, completely indulged in alcohol and other things that are addicting even though they mostly look formal, decent, and clean. The police were doing a bad job for shooing away people who don't have a home but doesn't arrest people like this. People who were supposed to act normal and responsible now that they have everything, not chugging on alcohol.
"Who is this chick over here?" a skinny man with a white polo asked as his friend's arms snaked into your shoulder, making you uncomfortable. "What are you doing here alone? Is your boyfriend supposed to take-" "Shut the fuck up and leave me alone retards." you swatted his hand away and getting distance from them, but this doesn't alarm the men keeping their annoying behavior in touch. They started making laughs and mocking faces making your blood boil. "Feisty huh? Don't worry, We will take care of yo-"
Everything went fast as you slammed him into the ground. His friends were caught off guard but the other goon decided to take you down. "You bitch!-"
It looks like a bad idea huh? Since you were so fast, you managed to capture and block his punch. You put pressure on his hand as you then twisted it making it dislocate and elbowing him on his armpit impacting pain on his shoulder and upper limb. He is now crying on the ground, coughing and crying like a little toddler who scratched his elbow as the other men decided to attack you besides the leader of the group who cowers in fear. Kicks, punches, and attacks are made by you causing them to get knocked out by your bare strength. You clicked your tongue in dismay when a familiar figure approached the scene.
"I knew that you would be here." he muttered while you huffed in pure disgust as Gun smirked at the damage you have inflicted. "If you asked again for me to be a slave of your shitty management I'm not going with you." cutting him off with a unsatisfied tone, you started walking away from the place but then he tapped your shoulder. But you're not in the mood to interact with anybody. You didn't even thought twice that you punched him in the face yet he didn't even budged. A flow of blood starting to drool down on his chin. The masochistic Shiro Oni starting to get excited about your sudden aggression as he let himself get hit in the first place. "Will you stop following me around like a dog?! GET LOST YOU MOTHERFUCKER!"
"Punching me on the face would not end great for you, but this is why I like you Y/N. Now show me what you got can you?~" his demonic grin appearing on his scarred face.
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— DAY .one [kinktober] PREDATOR/PREY
"my sweet rabbit!" — Unspecified/oc x GN!Reader !
Synopsis:: walking down a path, walking alone with just a basket in hand. You can't shake off the feeling, someone is watching you.
CW. Predator/Prey, noncon, no genitals mentioned, rough sex, biting, marking, cumming inside, unprotected sex, creampie, slightly blood.
A/N :: (^3^♪ can be seen as noncon or dubcon! Written by a minor, block me if uncomfortable!! (「`・ω・)「 reader is kinda dumb and naive. Reader is actually a bunny hybrid. Sorry if this sucks, 。:゚(;´∩`;)゚:。
[ KINKTOBER 2023; ] — masterlist
THE SKY was beautiful, a beautiful time to go have a small outing by yourself! Walking down the path, it was nice and there was no trash on the path or near the path! Walking down the path, basket in hand. There were no clouds in sight, the weather was perfect.
You were happily skipping, your ears flopping with your movements.
As you walk down the path, you shake slightly for some reason you had a feeling that someone was watching you.
You looked around and saw none, maybe it was animal?
You let out a shakily sigh, maybe you should had let someone come with you?
Some owls hooted, you continued walking and looked around for the perfect spot for relaxing.
"Hoo! Hoo!"
You jumped slightly, the owl suddenly hooted scared you. The sun was coming down, the sunset was beautiful the colors were beautiful.
Setting down the red and white blanket, you had that feeling again. Someone's or something's eyes on you, sitting down on the blanket.
"Oof!" You flopped on the blanket, the air smelled nice. Everything was perfect and beautiful.
After some minutes, you saw some dark cloud and you had an bad feeling in your stomach. Something didn't feel right, you looked around and got up.
Suddenly you heard a loud sound, the sound sounded like running. "Wha—" you turn to see but it was too late.
You got pushed on the ground, your head hurts so as your body. You opened your eyes, the person's face was creepy looking, it had glare of desire….
"Hey! Please get off m–"
He grabbed your neck and started to kiss you, you gasped. "Mmh! Sto–" he bite your neck, you gasped loudly you started to kick your feet but he didn't stop.
"Mmh.." you heard him, that's the only sound that came out his mouth so far. You saw blood from his mouth, you whimpered. Your neck was hurting, he licked his lips before ripping off your lower clothing.
*Riipp!!*
You gasped, he licked his fingers and ripped off your underwear as well. He glanced at you before shoving his two digits in your hole.
"AHh!" You yelled, you grabbed his wrist, hoping to stop his attack.
He growled and continued to attack your hole with his digits, you could feel his sharp nails digging against your walls.
"AHh! Pwlease stop it!" You yelled, your eyes began tearing up but he growled and covered your mouth with his hand.
You moved your grip on his wrist to the blanket under you, you whimpered in pain. You started to kick your feet in hope that he would stop but he didn't.
He leaned down and still fingered you, he pulled out and suck on his fingers. You could hear him moan at the taste of you, "mmh.." your heart incase, your heart was racing. You jumped when you heard a sound, you felt a slap on your thigh. "Ah!" You looked down and saw that his pants were down and he rubbed his crotch.
You tried moving backwards but he grabbed your hips and shoved you on his dick. You threw your head back, you yelled in pain by the sudden thick big thing inside of you. "AHhh!" You cried as your heart raced, your chest and body felt tight. His movements weren't sweet or romantic, it was rough and pain. His dick never stopping ramming inside of you, you gripped the blanket hard. "Mmh" he growled and moaned, his teeth gritted and he put his face in your neck. You felt his fangs glazing your neck, you whimpered.
"Ngghh.." you roughly closed your eyes it was pain, his movements were never slow or stopping. His balls were hitting your ass, it made a loud clapping noise. He growled loudly before his hips stopped as you could feel a hot liquid filling you up. "Ngh!" You closed your eyes and bit your lip, you bit your lip so hard that it started to bleed. He noticed and licked the blood off, he pulled out as his cum dropped out of your hole, you felt empty. Your body limp and your eyes were hazy, your hole felt sore and empty… His gaze was the same before, seems like his fun was never gonna stop.
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Toys Like Tape Measures (And A Brand New Splint!)
tw for drugging, though only in the medical sense. however, because of the language barrier, Mumbo doesn’t understand what’s happening really, so if that makes you uncomfortable I would skip
“Alright, so here’s the deal,” Mumbo heard Scar before he even reached the clearing, and he couldn’t be more excited. Scar was back, (and Grian was there too) he was finally back after being gone all week! “Today we’re going to fix that splint- ope- don’t make that face at me yet, let me explain, let me explain. I promise it will be 100% safe.”
“So many things- so many things, Scar, but you are not a doctor, much less a veterinarian- how do you even think this is going to work? Mumbo won’t even let us touch him, what makes you think anything about this will be safe?”
“I’ve been doing a lot of research, Grian! I’ve talked to every large animal vet I know, and a few fish people as well! This big ol’ bag on my back you’ve been nagging me about has everything we’ll need! Well, except the fish. You’re going to have to catch a few of those.”
“Scar! Fishing in this spot isn’t even very good and you know it, if you needed fish, why wouldn’t you bring any.”
“Forgot.”
There was a small silence before the two humans burst into the clearing, climbing through the path they’d ended up making through the brush by walking through so many times. Mumbo surfaced to greet them, though they were still preoccupied with each other.
“Of course,” Grian groaned, sighing as he threw down his bag, “Guess I’ll get to it then.”
“That’s the spirit!” Scar beamed, patting the other human hard on the back, who made a soft oof sound before scuttling away, moving to hide its face from Scar as it turned a reddish color. Odd. Usually Grian would yell at Scar for doing something like that, rightfully so (Mumbo still didn’t understand why Scar would randomly hit his friend), but instead Grian was far more meek. Had something happened? Maybe since Scar was hurt, Grian was taking a more passive role than normal. Mermaids were gentler with sick friends as well, and Mumbo knew quite well he could get away with more when he was unwell.
But it was good to see Scar looking healthy. His shoulder was still bandaged, visible under his shirt, but he couldn’t be feeling too badly given his bright demeanor, and his movement didn’t seem to be impaired at all. Thank goodness.
If it was even possible, Scar brightened further when he spotted Mumbo, happily throwing off unnecessary clothes before hopping right into the water, showing absolutely zero signs of fear. Oh, that was a weight off Mumbo’s back; he didn’t even realize how worried he was about Scar being afraid of him until now, until Scar very clearly wasn’t. Good, good..
Mumbo met Scar in the shallows, deep enough that he could keep his tail from dragging on the sand, but shallow enough where he could navigate with his hands; he was in near constant pain even with a week to recover, and while slow, pulling himself along the bottom with his hands caused the least agony on his tail. His splint was sufficiently broken now, only getting more uncomfortable with every passing day. At this point, Mumbo was just waiting for it to fall off; trying to figure out how it was attached was far too painful, though he had tried briefly a couple of times (with little success).
“Hello, Mumbo!” Scar greeted him, “I’ve got something you’re going to like. I’m pretty sure you like human stuff, so you’ll get a kick out of this.” Scar held up a small silver object, round, but not quite circular. Mumbo moved to get a closer look, though he couldn’t lift himself very far out of the water, so Scar crouched down to get it closer. “Tape measure.”
Mumbo squinted. “What.”
“Tape measure.” Huh. Weird word. Usually human words weren’t that long, though, maybe Mumbo had only learned the shorter ones. Was this a human tool? Mumbo attempted to snatch it, but Scar was faster, jumping back with a surprised look on his face. On his perch, Grian laughed.
“I told you! I told you he’d try to take that, and you won’t be getting it back.”
“Well he can have it if he wants, but not before I’m done!” Scar huffed, then turned back to Mumbo, speaking sternly, “No.” Mumbo stared, unamused. He could have guessed Scar didn’t want him to have its human tool, that didn’t change the fact that he was going to take it.
“Scar,” he tried, reaching out a hand a little slower. Maybe it wouldn’t see? ‘Your human object. Give me.’ he continued in a whistle due to the lack of human words, but Scar only huffed, an incredulous smile across its face.
“No!” Scar repeated a tad more forcefully, but Mumbo could see the smile on his face, he knew well enough he could keep trying. Mumbo moved a little forward, hoping to get within reach, but Scar stepped back, then back again, rolling his eyes, “You’re going to make measuring you really difficult, Mumbo.”
“Yeah,” Grian said from across the way, a small laugh in his tone, “I’d say I’ve got plenty of time to catch something.”
“You will, but this is not the reason!” Scar yelled back, pointing an accusatory finger, but the smile never left Scar’s face, and soon his focus was squarely back on Mumbo (who definitely hadn’t tried to snatch at the device while it was distracted).
The tool made a soft whirring sound as Scar pulled on one end, a flat yellow line appearing from inside the device, then snapping back when Scar let go. Whoa. What was that? What was the purpose? Scar moved a little bit closer, pulling the yellow line further this time, but when Mumbo managed to touch it, the line snapped back into the silver device with a sharp crack. Huh. Was it alive? Maybe it was shy? It looked a little bit like a snail..
“What.” Mumbo said, hoping for more information, but Scar only put his hands on his hips, making a show of his annoyance.
“I can’t show you if you keep trying to take it from me!” Nonsense. Guess Mumbo would just have to take it to figure it out for himself.
The next thirty minutes was an odd dance of Scar struggling to keep his distance while also trying to line up the tape measure with Mumbo’s body, and Mumbo would be lying if he said he wasn’t enjoying the game. The tape measure hurt if it snapped back on Mumbo’s hand, but if anything, that only made the game more exciting. Even with the limited use of his tail, he found himself splashing far more than usual, a certain recklessness brought about only by play. He didn’t even want the tape measure anymore (lie), he just wanted to keep up the game. Scar did not like the game as much, less and less as more time passed, but Grian seemed amused at least, occasionally looking over to laugh when Scar stumbled or outright fell over.
“I could use a little help here if you don’t mind!” Scar called, and Grian laughed again, the sound coming out more like a cackle.
“I thought you had it handled? You kept insisting you were fine, what changed?”
“He just won’t stop moving! Listen, I’ve measured plenty of animals, but they don’t usually have hands! He’s being impossible- he knows I’m not trying to hurt him and he knows I need him to stay still and he’s just not listening! On purpose! This was supposed to be easy!”
“He looks like he’s having fun, I wouldn’t want to rain on his parade.”
“Grian! Help me!” Scar cut himself off with a yelp as Mumbo lunged for the tape measure, but he didn’t get far with his limited mobility, so Scar stepped easily out of reach. He was lucky Mumbo couldn’t use his tail, lucky. With another short laugh, Grian got up from where he was fishing, making his way gingerly off the rocks and giggling as he went before stepping into the water as well. Ah, so another challenger joins the fray!
Though, with Grian holding one side of the yellow line, Mumbo couldn’t quite grab at it anymore, the whole thing bending and snapping like it might break in two if Mumbo wasn’t careful. And that wouldn’t do, no no, how could he figure out its purpose if it was broken?
Instead, he stilled so he could watch instead- wow the line went out so far! How much could fit in there? How far could it go? Mumbo moved to follow the humans’ movement, but they seemed to want to pull the line the length of Mumbo’s tail, chirping nonsense to each other the entire time. At least Scar looked excited; it was always nice when Scar was happy, nice enough that Mumbo didn’t mind all that much that their game was effectively over. Mumbo didn’t love how close they were getting, but a small flash of his teeth was enough to get Grian’s attention, who communicated to Scar in Mumbo’s stead.
It wasn’t very long before the two of them were satisfied though, Grian easing the yellow line back into the tape measure. Mumbo took his chance, lunging as quickly as his impaired mobility would allow, but Scar surprised him by turning around instead of jumping away like normal. While Mumbo was scrambling to keep himself from running face first into Scar’s legs, the human tossed him the tape measure, the thing plopping heavily into the water. Mumbo gaped for a moment before grabbing it, but when he resurfaced, Scar was walking toward the shore, chatting away with Grian like the tape measure didn’t mean anything at all. Well.. okay.
No matter! Mumbo had a new toy, and first he wanted to know just how long this yellow line was. The answer was very long. Mumbo lodged one end under a rock and swam as far as the line would allow, and while he was quite impressed with the length, he was even more excited when he let go of the metal base, the whole thing shooting back in the other direction. Yes! Yes! Mumbo did the same thing at least seven more times before getting a little bored, then experimented with the tape measure above the water, where it snapped back much faster. The height of his fun was setting the end of the yellow line under a rock on the surface, bringing metal end to the other side of the cove, then letting go and watching the thing skirt across the water, splashing all the way. He was relatively sure he made some sort of trill or other noise in his excitement, as Scar and Grian’s laughing caught his attention. Mumbo cringed a little, suddenly very aware of their eyes on him, but his embarrassment was short lived, outweighed by the joy of funny human trinket.
Mumbo would have spent the rest of the day playing with the tape measure, but something else caught his eye. Scar was working on something- no, he was making something. Mumbo had never seen a human make something before- not in the way Mumbo liked to do! Scar’s creative process looked very similar as well, which is to say, all the materials he brought were strewn all over the grass, wildly unorganized as he fiddled with different parts. Most of his materials were long metal rods, but there were also some leather looking pieces, and what looked like parts of white tubing as well. What was he up to?
Mumbo shimmied as close to the shore as his tail would allow, hoping to grab Scar’s attention. “What. What. What,” he said in human, hoping the extra emphasis would translate through the repeated words.
Scar looked up, clearly amused, but seemed to struggle with explaining, starting and stopping speaking several times before settling with, “For you.” Not very helpful, and Scar knew it, making a couple of vague gestures at Mumbo before giving up and going back to his project. Well.. that was fine. Mumbo would just have to watch.
Scar was mostly focused on the leather piece, positioning it in a circular way and winding the metal through to create a cage-looking structure. The leather was adjustable too, Scar fiddling with a buckle on the front to make the entire thing wider or smaller. Mumbo was particularly fascinated by the white pieces though, much flatter than the rods, which Scar only weaved through one side. Why? He tried to ask again what the human was doing, but was only offered the same non-answer.
“Oh!” Grian made a surprised noise from his place on the rocks, and Mumbo saw his line tighten. If only he was fast enough to snag whatever was on it off the hook, but alas, Grian was already reeling in a decent sized fish. Scar hopped to his feet and Grian let out a celebratory noise of his own; it was so cute how humans got so excited about every catch. Though, in all fairness, Mumbo would have been quite chuffed catching a fish that size, especially this hungry. Maybe if humans really didn’t eat the fish they caught, they’d be open to sharing.
Grian scooped the fish off the line with a net, maneuvering the hook out of its mouth before walking it back toward the shore to Scar, who cheered all the while.
“Right,” Grian said as he hit the sand, “You want to give this to him? I’m assuming you’re going to drug him or something.”
“That’s the plan. I was considering a tranquilizer, but I don’t want to make this experience traumatic or anything, and hauling a big ol’ rifle out here might put a damper on some of the trust we’ve established. Hopefully this way he’ll just be real relaxed, maybe even take a nice little nap.”
“You’re not trying to put him to sleep? What are you giving him?”
“Not necessarily, but I doubt he’ll be able to stay awake. Trust me when I say he won’t be in pain, definitely not. And I brought a cone, too, just in case he freaks. I came prepared, Grian, prepared I tell you. I’m no large animal vet, but you could say I’ve been quite involved in many a procedure.”
“Scar, what are you giving him?”
“Like.” Scar paused, tapping the smile on his lips, “A lot of morphine.”
“Morphine?”
“Works on fish. Mumbo’s big, he can handle it, and anyway, it’s the safest option for everyone involved. Are you worried about our friend, Grian?”
“I’m not- how did you even get morphine, Scar?”
“Scar’s not taking any more questions at this time, please call back later. In the meantime, hand me that fish so we can get this show on the road. I’ll stay with him as long as he needs me, but I’m not expecting anything to go wrong here. Still, the sooner we start, the better.” Scar got to his feet, taking the fish net from a gaping Grian and heading back to his bag. Mumbo couldn’t quite see what he was doing, but Grian followed quickly after, fretting the entire time. What, was something wrong with the fish? Scar didn’t seem to think so.
Maybe Grian hadn’t wanted Scar to give Mumbo his catch, but Scar did regardless. Mumbo was more than happy to accept the gift, only throwing Grian one mildly guilty look before devouring the whole thing. He didn’t feel very bad, not really; clearly the humans ate well enough, and given he was having a hard time hunting right now, this seemed fair.
Eating only served to brighten his mood, and with the slight weight off his chest, watching Scar continue working on his human device was all the more fun. Grian went back to fishing on his rock, but he was acting more anxious than normal, stealing glances toward Scar and Mumbo just about every time he cast his line. Though, it didn’t take very long for Mumbo to stop caring, far more intrigued by whatever Scar was up to. It was crazy how much better he was feeling; usually the joy of eating didn’t carry so far after a meal, but when Mumbo was this hungry..
And then it hit him; he wasn’t in pain. The lightness he was feeling was from the lack of hurting- oh that couldn’t be good. What kind of fish was that? He hadn’t even looked! Please say he hadn’t accidentally poisoned himself… Mumbo didn’t feel nauseous though. And if he’d poisoned himself, he imagined he’d be feeling a lot sicker. And he had so much energy! Anyone with this much energy wouldn’t be poisoned, that would be ridiculous! He should do something- go somewhere- hunt- he could do anything! … Nevermind.
Not in pain, no, but tired, goodness, maybe he was dying. Probably not. But maybe. Honestly, he didn’t care all that much. Scar was looking at him an awful lot now, though Mumbo wished he would focus on his invention instead so Mumbo could figure out what it was before he died. Hm.. It kind of looked a little bit like his splint, didn’t it?
…
The gentle touch of skin on scales. A presence around his neck, tight, mildly uncomfortable, but not enough for Mumbo to want to do anything about it. A crack, loud enough to frighten him, to open his eyes, but there was no pain, so it must not have been bone. Something was draped over his eyes, dark like home. It was nice. A couple of clicks told him of Forces, big and near and moving; he should probably swim away, but that’d be quite a bit of effort, wouldn’t it. Maybe another time.
His fins rose and fell with the presence and absence of touch. Not unpleasant. Not until they tried to lift him.
Pain like thorns lit his blood, everywhere, pain, pain- Some sort of noise escaped his throat, something animal, and he moved without coordination- it hurt, everything hurt now. Distantly he heard them, humans, why were humans here? Talking, they were talking nothing, repeating the same words again and again, “It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay.” Couldn’t they see he was in pain? Why weren’t they helping?
Too much time passed before his attackers released him, but wasn’t sitting in the water the same as before. It was awkward, unpleasant honestly, but he stopped struggling quickly. Too painful to move. Too much effort.
He wanted to curl up. Somewhere dark, somewhere enclosed and safe. Something hard stopped his movement. Guess that was that.
But maybe that was fine.
Whatever had been there was gone now. Nothing else was trying to hurt him. That was good. That was enough.
…
The humans were talking. They were loud, Mumbo could hear them, though his face burned just slightly, a dry feeling. Was he above the water? It didn’t much concern him.
“He’s still asleep, Scar.”
“That’s fine. Normal, even. He’s going to be fine; if he was going to have any bad reactions, I’m pretty sure we would have known by now. I’ve been keeping an eye on his breathing, and it’s stayed consistent this whole time. He’s okay.”
“You said four hours. It’s been five.”
“Yeah, for a human on a human dose. I also told you I don’t know exactly how it’ll work on a mermaid. I doubt anyone knows. I gave him quite a bit more than a human dose anyway, and I’m pretty sure he needed it. He was freaking out when we were trying to get the splint on.”
“I just don’t like the fact that we drugged him without being sure how he’d react.”
“I don’t know what else you wanted me to do, Grian. He was not going to let us touch him, and I don’t think there’s any world in which we could have explained what we were trying to accomplish. Tail injuries could be fatal for mermaids, we don’t know. How’s he supposed to eat if he can’t swim? It’s not like we can weigh him. This was the safest option.”
“You really think we couldn’t have explained it to him? He’s smart, Scar, he’s really observant.”
“I don’t know, I think there’s a chance. But what would happen if he got scared? Even a human might’ve panicked, even if they knew every detail about what we were doing. And you know how strong he is- I’ve still got bruises on my arms from where he grabbed me. He could have hurt himself or us completely by accident.”
A long silence. “I know.”
A longer silence.
“So when’d you change your tune?”
“What?”
“About Mumbo. Nearly every day two weeks ago you made sure to remind me how you were totally going to kill him and sell all his parts or whatever, but I haven’t heard a peep from you since Monday. Did you come out here without me and have some sorta spiritual experience or what?”
“I- no. Of course not. I’m still planning on doing that, I just decided I’d spare your feelings and stop talking about it.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yes! And anyway, with you paying me egregious prices for my fish, I’m not exactly hurting for money right now. So it’s fine. I’m not in any rush.”
“That’s good to know.”
“Stop- stop talking at me like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like you don’t believe me.”
“Well, Grian, that’s going to be a problem because you’re right, I don’t believe you.”
“I- how dare you! I am going to do it! I could do it right now even, but I won’t, and not because I don’t want to, but it wouldn’t be fair, not while he’s all drugged up.”
“I see.”
“Stop it!”
“I believe you, I believe you.”
“No you don’t!”
“Shhh,” Scar said, his voice dropping, “No fighting,” he trailed off, and the silence was charged with something new, something Mumbo picked up on even in his half-asleep state.
“No fighting,” Grian repeated softly, “He wouldn’t like that.”
“Mm,” Scar acknowledged him quietly, but spoke no more words, and neither did Grian. That, or Mumbo had just fallen asleep again. Possible, all things considered. That was okay.
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26 ASKS!! THANK YOU!! :}}} 🥪
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WAAHAHAAG THANK YOU SO MUHC!!! :DDDD As for your questions-
Spider crab's name is just a place holder for now, much like a lot of the crew has.. I want to give them all proper names at some point. Like Ellie and Louis have.. But I'm just really bad at coming up with names for stuff- <XD 💔💔
For Luigi- no one in particular! I just wanted to draw him with that expression <XD And don't worry, Mario cheered him up in the end :}}
As for the FNAF doodle, thats Foxy, Roxy and Mangle! I get that its hard to recognize her by her side profile and without color though-- <XD I had experimented with some ideas of a pirate themed Glamrock Mangle being added to one of the AUs. Though that sketch was the only one I really liked. :/
I have seen Encanto! :D It was alright, I liked the living house aspect of it :00
As for Red, I thiiink he might be too young to understand fusion or how to do it.. I pictured him being.. like what, five? Or something? That's like half the age of when Steven first learned to fuse-
That, and it felt a little odd for him to fuse with any of the crew, since they're all so much older than him. :/
@astaherussy (Post in question)
XD Sure were! Convenient aren't they?🤣🤣
I've definitely heard of it, and I've seen some gifs/posts about it here and there.. but truth be told I have no idea what its about. :( I think I've seen two Mario's and one wears a black suit...?
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XDD I imagine Ellie would shut that down real quick. But in the off chance that they get away with it.. I feel like Louis would come out on top.
He could block any oncoming attacks with his unbreakable claw arm, then whip around and launch whole watermelons and pies with the other XDD He would probably think it was fun too!
Does the game have large birds like that?? :0 I had no idea! They gotta be on the look out for those then--
Oof, I suppose they could.. though I don't intend for either party to experience that. It just sounds miserable! D:>
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XDD Oh man, that's hilarious! Poor Red--
@yourstrulylightstar283 (Referencing this post)
Thank you! I hope I get better soon too.. I hope to have some answers by next week.. <:) 🙏
:DD Thank you! I'm so glad you like my Freddy! :))
I always kind'a felt like a certain.. gloomy-ness, would be fitting for him. He already has some of that in the game. But with everything my Freddy's been through.. just.. having this weight to his tone. This lingering exhaustion.. I felt like it would suit him. :(
Hmm... I imagine that Seam and Jevil would be options.. Maybe in bad cases Calico Jack would.. Almost everyone in FNAF is an option <XD
No.. in a sad twist of fate, no one ever heard his cries in the dungeon. Imagine how much more lonely he felt becuase of that..
I don't know if he gets phantom pains from getting beat up.. but I imagine his horn stumps give him some aches and soreness that can be attributed to phantom pain.. :(
Who's gingerbrave? That's the main character right..? I have no idea if he'd come across my crew.. I don't know what kind of shenanigans he gets up to.. wait "gang"? He travels in a group with other people??
@chickenmilk120
fank uu! :}}}
@couchwow
Yeah,, I'm aware.. 😔🙄 ya hate to see it. But hey the watermark is right there saying "this art is stolen." so it could be worse I guess.
@littlelightfish
Tuna:
He is not being normal about it XDD You've totally flattered him!
@potatocryptid
Thank you!! :DD Yeah,, I think I WILL work on what ever I want!! XDD
Off the top of my head, there's an AWESOME Mario artist by the name of @katlyntheartist! I love her work, I highly recommend you stop by her blog! :D
I've also seen some jaw-dropping Mario artwork by @suedoodle! Both blogs are worth a visit! :}}
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Ah yes! The idea behind that was to show the initial divide between Grillby and Spamton.
You see, Spamton hails Jevil as his savior of sorts. He was at his lowest low, and in unimaginable pain.. then Jevil just swoops in and offers his hand. Bringing him outside of his AU. Away from the pain, away from the torment.. Jevil is awesome!!
But then you've got Grillby.. Jevil saved him from his AU right before it collapsed in on itself. He "saved" his life, but at what cost? Grillby lost everything. And he cant help but be angry at Jevil for it. Thinking that if Jevil hadn't been there, he could have just peacefully disappeared along with his family and everyone else in his AU..
So Spamton is endlessly respectful towards Jevil, and Grillby cant help but roll his eyes and spit sass at him all the time. Those two opposing views are bound to cause problems someday..
I imagine one day the whole group is tired and cranky. Jevil did something that Grillby didn't agree with. Some bitter remarks there, Spamton defending Jevil's decision here.. some back and fourth and next thing you know a fight breaks out. :x
@im-nice-but-i-dont-like-you
XDD idk!! Why are YOU into almost every single fandom I'M into?? Also than you so much!! :}}
Thank you! I'm glad you like my sona! But aaa sorry, no can do.. I don't want fanart at all, of anything. Just comments/asks/reblogs. <:}
@canonickero (Sent after this post)
XD Thank you! I'm glad you like him :}}
I pictured Yendo being another one of Funtime Foxy's nightmare-ish visions. Though I should consider passing that onto Bon Bon.. 👀
The story goes that Funtime Freddy is a frequent flyer in parts and service. The employees groan that there's always something wrong with Freddy that needs fixing. Nobody really knows why..
Now at some point Freddy was shut down and in parts and service. As per usual.. Foxy was nearby, and heard a sudden thud/crash coming from that room. He rushes inside to see what happened and finds Funtime Freddy on the floor, what ever he was propped up on had broken, causing him to fall.
He looked at Freddy's face.. and.. his face plates were wide open..
Foxy. freaked. out. If I remember correctly, he was supposed to start shouting and panicking. Trying to help Freddy, thinking he was hurt. When he couldn't move Freddy and he wouldn't wake up, Foxy ran out of the room to get help. He runs into some employees and tried to tell them what happened. They end up just forcibly shutting him down because he cant stop freaking out..
Later on he's reactivated and the rest of the gang is with him. Including Freddy. He uncharacteristically runs to Freddy all worried and frantically inspects his face for injuries. They ask him what he saw but he just.. doesn't have the words to describe it.
Part of the horror is Foxy's inability to understand what he saw. Therefore being terrified of it and being unable to describe it..
After that Foxy began to develop these hallucinations of sorts. Overtime the image of Freddy's skinned face kind'a turns in to its own nightmare. Yendo.. overtime it feels more like "Yendo" is an entity separate from Freddy. Foxy begins to imagine this skinned bear like creature that is out there somewhere.. wanting to hurt Freddy and take his face.. its not fun :(
This idea is still in development. Well, the whole AU is. But this was my initial idea for Yendo :)
Now old man consequences is tricky.. I had intentions of him being this weird vison that Foxy sees now and again. But with recent developments to the AU.. I might need to scrap the old gator. Or at least re-write his role and function in the AU-
@stripetkattelalala54 (Post linked in question)
No problem! I'm always up for Mario questions! :DD
And as for the question, I pictured that Mario never really liked the ice flower to begin with. I imagined Mario loving the heat and the sun. Always enjoyed being warm/hot and functions the best in it.. You know like a maniac-
So the Fire flower was naturally his favorite powerup. And that experience did leave Mario with some kind of trauma, which just added to his dislike of it..
@beryl-shade
OOO I like Tendrilfoam! :00 Hmm, Captain Tendrilfoam.. I'll have to consider that one! :D
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... hi, it's me again ʕ ꈍᴥꈍʔ i'm on finals week so i need a heavy dose of daydreaming with my comfort characters. can i request some hc (or an escenario, again whichever you prefer) about law helping the reader to study for an exam? maybe his reaction to the reader thinking that their grade wasn't good enough after taking the test? (great score, not the full mark) thank you sm ! i love your writing and i hope you have a great week and take proper rests mwah .。*♡
Oof, finals week is always a doozy :( you've got this bb, I'm hoping that you got wonderful scores!!
[Heads up!: modern!au, fluff, comfort!]
You've been studying for weeks. Hours upon hours spent poring over your notes and text books, making flashcards and begging Law to help you review them, make sure that your grasp of the content was solid.
Highlighter stained fingers and paragraph after paragraph ㅡ burning the midnight oil until you can't keep your eyes open any longer. Law helps where he can, both in studying (he even drags out some of his old notes) and in making sure that you don't turn this into a detriment to your health.
("I'm not just your boyfriend," he intones as he more or less pushes you towards the bed, "I'm also a doctor. And I don't want you to pass out, so bed. Now.")
And ultimately, you have a good feeling that all of your hardwork will pay off ㅡ you're a good student, you pay attention, you ask questions when you need to.
It feels like a slap to the face when your score doesn't reflect that. At first you think you've read it wrong, trace it with a finger and mouth it to yourself ㅡ and then disappointment slams into you like a lead weight.
With yourself, with the material, even your professor (who, oddly enough, is one of the sweeter people you've had for a class) ㅡ it isn't fair.
You tried. You tried so hard ㅡ and it still isn't enough.
Law's first warning that things aren't okay is the fact that you don't answer your cellphone when he tries to call and ask what you want for dinner. The second is that the lights are off in your shared apartment, something that never happens (both of you have odd sleep schedules even when things are normal and there is almost always a light on somewhere) ㅡ and that he can't find you.
Your shoes are at the door, jacket hung up, along with your keys ㅡ you're home, but where is the question.
With limited space, there is only a handful of places you can be and when he sees you're not in the room that doubles as both a study and his office, he checks the bedroom.
Yor back is to him and were it not for the tremble of your shoulders, he'd think you were asleep. But you're not, you're crying and his heart sinks.
"[Name]," he says as he approaches, coaxing you up and into his arms, "why are you crying?"
It takes a minute or two for you to answer, sniffling as you take a shuddering breath. "Got the results of the exam back."
Law frowns. "And?" He prompts gently, wiping at your face, tear tracks cooling on your skin. He watches you, the tremble of your lips as you tell him your score, and his frown deepens. "That isn't that bad," he says, "that's only a couple points off."
"But I studied my ass off, Law!" Frustration colors your tone. "I worked so hard to ace that exam and it doesn't feel like I did enough."
Law understands the need for perfection, for everything to have a place and for nothing to be subpar ㅡ but he also knows how detrimental that can be for both your self-esteem and your overall health.
"You didn't do anything wrong," Law says, cradling your face gently. "You're still on the higher end of score for that exam, [Name]. And you can always ask your professor where she docked points and why."
Law has a point, and you sniffle before you press into him, sighing as he rubs your back. "You're right. I'm sorry for crying, that's stupid."
"No, it isn't." Law chides gently. "But these past few weeks have been stressful for you. I brought home dinner, and I can start a bath for you after, if you'd like."
You press a soft kiss to his shoulder. "Can we cuddle after?"
"Of course."
You hum, letting yourself cling to your boyfriend a little longer. "Sounds perfect."
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ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟞: 𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕋𝕠𝕞 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕁𝕖𝕣𝕣𝕪 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤?
Prolouge 1 2 3 4 5 6 7(ongoing)
[Third Person]:
'This is not good'
Hurried footsteps resounded in the halls and were increasing by the moment. Our protagonist was sprinting around in the hallway trying to find her class 1D. It was 10:30 am in the morning and it was not good. [Y/n] was beyond pissed that she missed not one but two of her first classes of the day. She absolutely hated being tardy to any of her classes. (She had tutors at the palace that taught her.)
'I just need to go to gym class and check in to my class.....now where the hell is it.....'
This wouldn't have happened if Ace DIDN'T piss off Grim, and she DIDN'T wake up late. Partially it was her fault but she chose to ignore it due to her panic and anger.
As she ran without a care ignoring her surroundings she rushed to find a door labeled 1D.
Yes, that was the name of her class.
What was supposed to be a 5 minute search turned in to a 20 minute scavenger hunt, she was getting tired by the second and her pace was slowing down.
She was giving up .
Dragging her feet across the floor, she sulked at her own misery.
'Why is this happening! I didn't do anything wrong, I was just trying to find my class. Why did I have too meet those idiots anyway?! I could have just ignored them and I could have gotten to class earlier. I even got in trouble......I hate this......I HATE THIS.'
Tears welled up in her eyes as she was lost in her thoughts. Just as she reached the end of the hallway [Y/n] wiped her tears turning to the next corner to check.
Wait what-
Huh....HUH?????
'Oh thank the heavens!'
The door labeled 1D. [Y/n] couldn't be even happier in her life. Not even waiting for a second she starts to speed-walk towards the door with accelerating speeds finding it hard to stop due to her adrenaline.
'I PRAISE THE GREATER LORD WHO HELPED ME FIND THIS DOOR. Thank you, thank you, thank you-'
Then she bumped into something hard-
"Oof-"
"UuAugh-" an unknown voice grumbled.
"Dammit what's with me and bumping into things nowadays…." [Y/n] mumbled as she rubbed her head as it slightly throbbed in pain.
[Y/n] looked up at the man she had bumped in to.
'Damn he hot-'
The guy [Y/n] had bumped in to had light green hair which was slicked back making a clean look. He had fair and pale skin. His eyes were also a beautiful yellow-green with vertical-slit pupils and pointed eyelashes. (Thank Twisted wonderland wiki for this description 😭)
He wore a green armband contrasting her own. The color defining him as a student from the dorm of Diasomania. The boy had his head down, causing a shadow to cover his face and making it hard for her to see his facial expression.
As soon as she started to apologize. "Excuse me sir I am very sor-"
"YOU DARE BUMP INTO ME FOOLISH MORTAL" bellowed the green haired man interrupting her in the middle of her sentence. He drew closer to [Y/n]'s face with every word.
[Y/n] stepped back at the sudden proximity between them and, physically tensed at his insult.
"Well I'm sorry! I was just trying to get to my class!" retorted back [y/n] in rising anger. "I was ALSO trying to apologize to you idiot!" Jabbing his chest at every word she had spoken.
'To THINK I thought this guy was HOT'
"WELL I AM PRETTY SURE YOU WERE NOT TRYING TO" said the green haired man flinging her hand away from his chest in great momentum. The guy was fuming and so was she.
"I WAS"
"YOU WEREN'T"
"I WAS"
"YOU WERE-"
"Ehhm......" A voice interrupted the angry green haired boy.
Both the teens snapped their heads towards the man with fury.
The man was nonetheless shocked at the amount of fury the duo had in their but choose to ignore that.
"Stop this nonsense at once!" The man commanded in a demanding tone, causing both of them to back away from each other and face him.
The man looked quite unique at first sight. He had hair which was partitioned with 2 colors: black and white. He wore a suit and tie also partitioned with black and white matching his hair. He also wore a very fluffy looking black and white overcoat.
'Bro is the obsessed with black and white I see'
"What are you children doing here at this time, shouldn't you both be in classes?" Asked the man, as he looked at them suspiciously. He looked at them with the eyes of a predator, staring them down and examining them cautiously.
Then his eyes widened.
"You aren't doing any funny business are you?" Questioned the man looking even more suspicious and concerned than before.
'Funny business 😨, I can't imagine doing anything with this bastard!' [Y/n] grimaced at thought
"SIR I AM SORRY BUT I WOULD NEVER DO ANY FUNNY BUSINESS WITH THIS CREATURE" Shouted the green haired boy with displeasure at the thought of [Y/n]
'I can feel all the spit coming out of his mouth right now.'
"Hey! That's not nice" [Y/n] screamed as she slapped his arm as hard as she could in retaliation to his statement.
"Well children-" interrupting the chaos they were creating again the man said. "-I am Divius Crewel teacher of potionology in this school-" towering over them as he stated "-once again I must ask why are you two out right now and not in your classes?" ending his statement, looking at us judgmentally waiting for our answer.
"SIR I AM FROM CLASS 1D AND I WAS GOING TO THE FIELD FOR PHYSICAL EDUCATION BEFORE I BUMPED IN TO THIS CREATURE" answered the green haired boy screaming in the teachers face.
'HE'S IN MY CLASS????? Can't my luck get even worse.....'
Crewel then wiped his face looking disgusted, looked at the green haired boy again and asked another question.
"What is your name boy"
"MY NAME IS SEBEK ZIGVOLT SIR" The green haired boy now known as Sebek replied.
"Boy, will you stop with the SCREAMING?" bellowed Crewel angrily.
Sebek, startled by the scolding, just huffed and nodded at Mr.Crewel.
*Huff*
"Well now young lady......what class might you be from and where are you planning to go?"
'I was so not ready for this'
"Well sir......I am also from class 1D and I am also searching for the field for physical education....."
*Cue Sebek with the offended gasp*
"I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M IN THE SAME CLASS AS YOU-"
"WELL ME NEITHER NIT-WIT"
"This is why I will never have children..." mumbled Crewel.
"NOW NOW CHILDREN-" raising his voice as he spoke.
"-I will not tolerate this behavior anymore-" If looks could kill [Y/n] and Sebek would have been in their graves right now.
"-now follow me quickly, I will lead you to your classes." He swiftly turned around as if signaling them to follow him.
[Y/n] mockingly pushing Sebek to the side quickly started to follow Crewel Leaving the poor boy in the dust.
"This bit**" mumbled Sebek as he ran towards them quickly to reach them.
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They were walking through the same halls [Y/n] had been running through a while ago. It felt like she was backtracking back the way she had ran away from.
'How could I be so stupid?'
The halls looked like the halls [Y/n] had walked through in the beginning of her time here. Green flames spewing out of fire holders. The same wooden carved doors, and the same bricks that towered over them creating walls. Though this experience was not as pleasant as the previous.
She could already feel the dread piling up inside of herself. Not only had she gotten in trouble with the headmaster but she had also gotten in trouble with another teacher that would possibly teach her.
Oh lets not forget about the brat.
[Y/n] could feel Sebek's furious gaze on her as they walked down the hall in silence. It showed how much he resented her right now. He's probably mad because they got in trouble. She was getting kind of annoyed by his stare, so she turned around to acknowledge Sebek's stare.
To say the least, he was quite surprised at the fact that [Y/n] had turned around to look at him, but nonetheless his anger returned and he once again started to look at me angrily.
'Heh lets see who wins this staring contest.'
As they continued to stare at each other the tension grew between them. If a bystander had looked at them they would have thought they were in love, but nonetheless the contest went on.
As the duo kept on staring at each other, Sebek couldn't help but notice how beautiful [Y/n] looked at the moment. Her [e/c] eyes were glowing in the sunlight from the window with confidence he had never seen before. The strands of her [h/c] hair framed her face. Her face looked like a sculpture sculpted by Michelangelo. Her face was alluring, and Sebek couldn't deny it at all.
Sebek stuck in a trance couldn't help but blink in reflex looking at [Y/n].
'Hah! I knew I would win.' thought [y/n] as she smirked unknowing of the boy's thoughts.
[Y/n] came closer to Sebek. Snapping him out his trance, and confusing him at the action. At the moment they were so close that if either one of them had moved an inch would kiss immediately.
As [Y/n] drew closer she turned her head a little left reaching his ear and whispering "I won~"
Sebek quickly drew back as quickly as he could, flustered by the girl's action. Turned his head toward the side as he blushed like crazy. [Y/n] being as oblivious as she is giggled in glee not noticing him blush.
Crewel just walked in front of them oblivious of the fact that they were both having a staring contest at the back. Not that he cared enough to notice.
As they walked further down the hall. Some doors ahead there was a ray of light passing through an opened door at the front. When they reached the door, Professor Crewel opened the door with great force, causing a slam to be heard throughout the hallway.
The sound shocked both Sebek and [Y/n] to the core.
As they went out into the field, their eyes stung as the sun contrasted the dark and gloomy nature of the hallways inside the building.
'My eyes.....'
The sounds of students chattering and running throughout the fields could be heard.
"Well pups, here's your class."
"Thank you so much Professor Crewel" replied [Y/n] with utmost gratefulness.
"THANK YOU SIR"
"Now now, your welcome pups, and I should see no more fights between you pups." he stated pointing at both of them individually before turning to leave to go back into the building. Leaving both Sebek and [Y/n] in the sun.
"Well brat you ready to go face P.E.?"
"YOU'RE LUCKY YOU'RE A GIRL OR I WOULD I PUNCH YOU RIGHT HERE AND NOW."
'Heh....but ya can't'
Sebek kept on spewing threats to [Y/n] as they walked to the instructor.
The teacher looked basically like a knock-off version of hulk. He had bulking muscles, and he ALSO wore a tight shirt making it look like he wanted to emphasize muscles. He also wore TIGHT pants, she swore to god that she would not specify what she just saw..... (R.I.P. [Y/n] 💀)
The teacher then noticed the duo walking to him and grinned like a maniac.
"Hello children. I am Ashton Vargas, the teacher for P.E. what may I help you with today?" asked in an enthusiastic tone.
"Well Professor Vargas we were supposed to come to this class, but somehow got lost and reached now! What are we supposed to do for the class.....?"
"YES PROFESSOR VARGAS WHAT ARE WE SUPPOSED TO DO?"
Professor Vargas sweatdropped as he replied "Well children you have come at the wrong time. Since the class-"
*Ring, Ring*
"-has ended"
Shocked at the revelation both Sebek and [Y/n] stood there mouth wide open and confused.
"Well now I need to go and dismiss my class. Now run along to lunch now."
[Y/n] snapping out of her daze looked at Sebek and asked "Do you know where the cafeteria is?" Feeling embarrassed that she did not know where the cafeteria was.
Scoffing, Sebek smirked at [Y/n] raising his eyebrow trying to tease the poor girl.
'Why the fuck is this guy so annoying 😭'
"WELL I GUESS I COULD HELP. Though you have to repay the favor when I do need help." replied to [Y/n]in a normal tone for the first time.
"WOAH? Sebek talking in a classroom voice, that's so rare!"
"SHUT UP!"
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So basically what happened next was that Sebek being a nice brat helped [Y/n] get to the cafeteria with no issues. Then ditched her to go sit with his friends on the Diasomania dorm table at the farthest end of the cafeteria.
'Then again I thought we were friends for a sec'
As she went to the line to get her lunch. She remembered something.
'Oh shit I forgot to take my purse from my box didn't I......'
Welp, I guess that meant no lunch for her. So she went towards the hallway to walk around and explore. It was quite interesting I must say all the paintings and every-
'OH SHIT I FORGOT I HAVE TO GO HELP CLEAN WINDOWS WITH YUU TODAY!'
As if she was sonic she turned around and ran as fast she could to the place where she was supposed to meet Yuu. As she reached the empty area of the hallway she noticed two people in the distance. A human and a small pet looking thing- that was probably Grim. So she ran to them to meet them.
"Hi Yuu!"
Startled by her sudden appearance the poor boy stuttered his response "O-oh Hi [Y-[Y/n]"
"Gah! Took you long enough to come! We were waiting for ages." complained Grim as he was tired of staying in one spot the whole time.
"How about I carry you so you don't have to feel tired, Grim?" [Y/n] asked Grim with a big smile on her face.
Grim stunned by the innocent gesture and smile couldn't help but feel giddy. "W-well I mean sure..."
So [Y/n] picked him up and in to her arms. As if on instinct Grim snuggled up in to [Y/n]'s arms like a baby would do in a mothers. Grim had never felt so happy in his life.
"Well then [Y/n] now that you are here we are just waiting for Ace." Yuu exclaimed.
"Well then we just wait then."
"What's buggin' me is, Ace ain't even here yet! To make us wait, after what he did... Grrr!"
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*15 minutes later*
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"..............And now he's super late! I bet he up and bailed on us!" Grim exclaimed in anger while punching the air in anger.
"I didn't actually think he would bail out of it...." [Y/n] mumbled as she thought of the boy's behavior. "At second thought he probably would" She said once again, sweat dropping.
"We should look for him." said Yuu calmly as he gestured to us to follow him around the hall.
As we walked around. Once again plenty of paintings were hung on the wall but there was a specific painting that caught [Y/n]’s eye. It was a picture of a beautiful soldier on top of a snow white horse in a meadow. It looked beautiful.
As she went closer to the painting-
"Hey! Ace! Get over here! Try to hide from me, will ya! Huh... Maybe there's really no one here?" Grim shouted out trying to catch the attention of the redhead who was nowhere to be seen. Startling the girl.
"Oh, I wouldn't say that, I'm here." Another voice rang out from somewhere. It came from the painting [Y/n] was looking at.
The three of them looked quite confused from where it came. Then [Y/n] spoke up announcing something.
"Guys.....I think the painting I was looking at just talked....."
"Yes girl, indeed it was me who talked." Once again the same painting on the wall spoke in a confident voice.
"Bwaaah! That painting just talked!" Grim exclaimed in fear as he dropped out of [Y/n]'s arms to hide behind Yuu's legs.
"Yes, and...? (Slay arianna grande) Is a talking painting really such an oddity at this school?"
"Well I mean......" Yuu muttered in awe.
"The lady in the portrait on that wall talks too. As does the gentleman in the portrait on this one."
"But we haven't heard a single one of them talk!" exclaimed [Y/n] in disbelief
'Are all these paintings able to talk too 😨'
"As long as a painting has a mouth, why wouldn't it be able to talk? Is that really so strange?"
"Of course it's so strange! You don't see paintings talkin' around here man!" Grim said to the painting on the wall.
"In fact, yes. Paintings don't usually talk." Yuu also stated backing up Grim's statement.
"Well, your "usual" and my "usual" clearly differ. Shall we agree to disagree on the matter?"
"Sure.....?" [Y/n] said unsure of the answer she had said.
'Can this end already we need to find Ace!' [Y/n] thought while getting impatient.
"Now, you seem to be searching for someone." Finally asked the painting to them.
"So we're looking for a guy-" As Yuu started to explain the situation and tell who we were searching for.
"We're lookin' for this guy called Ace. He's got messy hair and a heart drawn on his face." Grim interrupted Yuu clearly annoyed of how slow this conversation was going on.
"Ah, I know the one. A new student, I believe? Today was his first day at school. I think he went back to his dorm a while ago." Sated the painting making Grim even more fidgety and impatient than before.
"Myaaah! So it's true! He's tryin' to ditch us! Do you know which way he went?"
"Well then let's go quick before we miss the guy totally!" exclaimed [Y/n] as she started to walk towards the mirror hall gesturing for the duo to follow her.
"The door to the dorms is in the eastern building." stated the painting.
"Let's chase after him, [Y/n], Yuu!"
"Let's go! Let's go!" said Yuu, pushing both [Y/n] and Grim forward. To increase their speed.
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"Yeah right, like I'm gonna have a hundred windows. I'm just gonna go back and—" Said Ace gleefully skipping towards his dorms, happy he got out of cleaning the windows, unknowing of the danger following him.
"AHA! GOTCHA, PUNK!" Exclaimed Grim catching the redhead's attention.
"Oh no! They saw me!"
"Stop right there, pal! No fair gettin' a head start! Wait!" Grim exclaimed trying to make Ace stop.
"Stop ditching your responsibilities and actually do something good for once!" said Yuu, getting annoyed at the boy's antiques.
"Who in their right mind would ever wait?! See ya!" Ace shouted at the trio before running away at full speed.
Then of course they had to run after him.
'How many fu**ing times do I have to actually run today....'
They ran and ran and ran. Ace however did not stop. It seemed very determined to get them off his tail and get out of cleaning the windows.
"Eh..?" Suddenly an unfamiliar voice resounded in the halls as they ran.
"Outta my way!" Ace screeched out pushing the poor boy to the side with great force as he continued to run foward with speeds she didn't think he could run.
"Hey! What gives?!" said the stranger.
The boy that she saw had blue hair and shining blue eyes. He wore the same dorm band and uniform as Ace signifying that he was from the same dorm as him. He also had shining blue eyes the matched his hair. On his face was drawn a spade, just like how Ace had a heart drawn under his eye.
"Help us!"
"Please, stop him!"
"Myah! Get him now"
All three of them screamed at the poor boy startling him.
"You want me to cast a spell to stop him?" asked the blue haired boy curiously as he also started running with the trio following after Ace.
"YES! PLEASE DO IT QUICK!" exclaimed [Y/n] as she was starting to huff and puff from the exhaustion of running too much.
"Like, freeze his legs? Or bind them with a rope? Or maybe I could... Hmm... No..."
"I don't care how! Just do something! Anything!" Grim screamed at him in annoyance.
'Just do it quickly-'
"Anything?! Anything, huh... Alright! Here goes anything! I summon thee... something heavy!"
*Poof*
There was a black object falling from the sky and was falling towards Ace as he ran ahead confidently. The black thing fell on Ace with great force falling on his back causing him to fall on to the ground with a heavy thud.
"Bwaaah?! Wha?! A pot?!" Ace shrieked in pain as he glanced at the object that had fallen on him.
As the four of them reached Ace. [Y/n] couldn't help but wince at the sight of the object that had fallen on Ace.
'Wtf bro is that a fucking cauldron.....?'
One question rang through each of their heads.....how did this guy not break his back?
"Ah ha ha ha ha! Look, [Y/n], look!-" Grim cackled as he pointed to Ace on the floor. "That Ace guy got crushed beneath a giant cauldron! It squashed him flat! Aha ha ha! That's what you get!" He stated completely unconcerned that, it could have broken his back.
'Never back down, never what.....'
"A cauldron?! I wasn't expecting that. I may have overdone it this time..." The stranger was clearly shocked at what he had manifested with his magic at the moment of panic.
"Well, we weren't either." mumbled Yuu under his breath.
As Ace sat up with great pain, his face grimaced and he shouted out in pain. "Owwww! What are you bothering me for? You guys coulda just banged out the work yourself!"
"You did this to yourself, you must face the consequences." [Y/n] said sternly ignoring any whines of pain Ace made.
"There's no "banging out" a hundred windows!" Yuu exclaimed, backing up her statement.
"So why do you have to wash a hundred windows as punishment? What the heck did you do?!? asked Deuce in a concerned voice.
"So basically-"
"I was just screwing with that furball a little." Side-eyeing Grim meticulously. "...Okay, and the statue of the Queen of Hearts got a teeny bit charred. Sue me." Ace stated cutting of Yuu once again.
'How many times is the poor boy going to get interrupted....'
Yuu, disheartened at the interruption, had sadness etched on his face. [Y/n] being a nice person she patted his shoulders to make him feel better.
"You charred and set fire on one of the statues of the great seven!??" exclaimed the boy in pure horror. " No wonder he flew off the handle at you!"
"Oh, shut up." yelled Ace angriliy and really annoyed with the boy. "Who are you, anyway?"
"My name is Deuce. Deuce Spade." Said the boy glancing at Ace with a questioning gaze. "Don't you remember your own classmate?"
"You don't remember my name either, do you?" Ace started smirking at the fact that even Deuce did not know his name.
"That's not the point!" Deuce yelled at Ace, flustered at his question. "You shouldn't try to shirk an order from the headmage!"
"Okay- So since we're all introducing ourselves-" Yuu said smiling at Deuce. "-my name's Enma Yuuken, but you can call me Yuu."
"Ah! I'm [Y/n], by the way!"
"Yeah, yeah, message received... Fine, let's bang out the windows already. Huh...?" Ace scoffed as he turned around to look at us.
'Uh, oh......where the hell is Grim????'
"The furball! He's gone!"
"Ah ha ha ha! I'll let you three handle the rest! See ya, suckers!" exclaimed Grim before running again.
"Didn't we just get Ace to listen!" exclaimed Yuu in annoyance. "Grim, come back here now!"
'What in the fucking tom and jerry is this....'
"You caught me so YOU could run away yourself?!" Ace said clearly annoyed at the running Grim. "Hey uh- Juice!"
"It's Deuce! With a D!" yelled ast Ace. "It's not Juice!"
"This is partially your responsibility, you know!" he screamed at Deuce while running. "So help me catch that little furball!"
"Why is it my responsibility!??"
"Oh just run Deuce!" Yuu exclaimed, clearly irritated.
"Grim's useless janitor friend can't use magic-"
"Oh but you haven't seen me run-" exclaimed [Y/n] before speeding up and running faster than she ever could leaving the three in the dust.
Yuu, Deuce, and Ace, shocked at the girl's speed, tried to follow her matching her speed but failed at their attempts.
Grim was up ahead running to get out of trouble but as he started to slow down he heard increasing footsteps behind him. He was not prepared for what he saw next.
A furious [Y/n] sprinting across the hallway towards him at great speeds. He then once again turned around and ran. He was totally not ready for this. Behind both of the trio were also running, trying to gain enough momentum and speed to reach them.
As they reached the cafeteria, Grim somehow climbed up the chandelier above the cafeteria to find solace from the 4 humans.
As all of them gathered around the bottom , [Y/n] couldn't help but scream in annoyance at the arrogance Grim was showing.
"GRIM ENOUGH WITH THIS NONSENSE!" Shrieked [y/n] shocking the people around her. "GET DOWN HERE AT ONCE!"
"How about we think of some ideas to get him down from there." Yuu said trying to calm the situation down.
"What could I summon to hold onto him...?" pondered Deuce as he put his hands below his chin. "Hmmm...
Oh! That's it!"
"Did you come up with somethi- Oh, hey!" Squeaked Ace in surprise as he saw what Deuce was doing. "Stop! What are you doing?! Why are you pointing your pen at me?!" Yelled in panic.
"Hey Deuce let's calm down and not do something reckless- '' [Y/n] said, getting in between the pen and Ace.
"I'm going to launch you." stated Deuce calmly as he pushed [Y/n] aside with a small shove, aiming once again at Ace.
"Bwaaah! Put me down!" screeched Ace as he started to float mid-air as Deuce got ready to launch him. "Deuce plan Abort! ABORT!"
"I've got him in my sights, and... Go!" completely ignoring Ace's pleas he launched him towards the chandelier at great speeds.
"BWAAAAAAAH!"
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*BOOM*
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The three below the chandelier watched in horror as the magnificent chandelier fell from the top of the roof towards them. In panic they spread out quickly away from its landing spot and hid behind anything they could find. As they looked back they saw the chandelier fall down in front of them with fear reflecting in their eyes.
'I can't believe that just happened.....'
"ACE, GRIM!" Both [Y/n] and Yuu ran forwards in to the wreckage to get the two out of the debris. Leaving Deuce to flounder at the scene like a fish.
"Deuce! How could you be so stupid!" exclaimed Yuu trying to pull Ace out of the Debris.
"I cannot believe you just did that!" grumbled Ace as he got pulled out by Yuu. "You could have killed us!"
"Myaaah..." Grim mumbled as [Y/n] pulled Grim from the debris and in to her arms. Then he fainted.
" I probably should have come up with a way to soften your landing" stated Deuce uncaringly.
Ace suddenly got up and dash toward Deuce grabbing Deuce's collar. "You complete and total moron!" Ace screamed in Deuce's face. "We got Grim, but we broke the chandelier! If the headmage finds out about this-"
Suddenly Crowley out of nowhere appeared in the room. "If I find out about... what, dear Ace?"
"Gah! Headmaster Crowley!" Gasped Yuu in disbelief.
"You children again!" Crowley exclaimed as he saw the wreckage created by the group of students. "What did you do?"
"So uhh basically-" Yuu started to speak but was shut down by [Y/n]
"We broke the chandelier"
'I am so sorry Yuu-'
"I can see that but how???" exclaimed Crowley in displeasure. "I can't believe you did this! Burning a statue wasn't enough for you? Now you've destroyed a chandelier?!"
They all synchronized their voices as they said. "We are so sorry-"
Then Crowley dropped the bomb. "You all are expelled."
"EXPELLED?!!!" Both Ace and Deuce screeched in disbelief.
"Headmage, please!" pleaded Deuce as Crowley looked at him with pity. "Give me a second chance! I can't get expelled from this school!"
'I kinda feel sorry for him...' thought [y/n] as she saw the scene displayed before her.
"Then blame yourself for your own foolish behavior." Crowley replied unsympathetically.
"Sir! We'll try to pay for the expenses sir pls!"
"This chandelier is made of magic, created by a legendary artificer." stated crowley in a stern voice. "Its candles are powered by a magical energy source, enchanted so that they will burn for eternity."
“How much would it cost then?” Yuu asked with curiosity and impatience.
“A Billion Thaumarks.” stated Crowley
“A BILLION THAUMARKS?!” screamed Deuce. He looked as if someone showed him his worst nightmare…….you know what? This probably is his worst nightmare.
“Sir, will you not be able to fix it, sir?” Asked Ace with hope in his tone.
"I'm afraid I can't do that young man.." said Crowley. "Even magic has its limits."
‘This world is so freaky af.’
"A magestone cannot easily be replaced. I fear the candles of this majestic chandelier will never burn again."
"This is bad...." Ace mumbled under his breath, but it was loud enough for everyone else to hear.
"No Ace this is really bad!" Yuu exclaimed.
"What am I going to do?! How am I going to tell my mother...?" Deuce looked like he was punched in the gut by an elephant. His expression looked so grave, it looked like he just came from a funeral. Bro is not having a good day.
"Ah...! But there may be on way."
"Really!" exclaimed the group of students altogether.
"The magestone that powered this chandelier was mined from the Dwarfs' Mine," said Crowley. "If you get the stone with the same properties, we might be able to fix it."
"Sir if I with your permission, can go to the dwarf's mine?" Deuce asked sincerely ready to face the consequences.
"Me too sir!" Ace followed Deuces lead.
"Me three" So did Yuu.
"I guess me too....." Then grudgingly so did [Y/n].
"I must warn you it is highly likely that the magestones have already been mined a long time ago." stated the headmage waiting for their reactions.
"I will do anything to avoid expulsion, sir!" Deuce exclaimed, as everyone nodded at his statement.
"Hmmm... Very well, then. I will suspend your expulsion for a single night."
"Thank you very much sir!" said the group in synchronization.
As the Headmage heard their 'Thank you's' he left the cafeteria in a hurry. Before leaving fully he screamed to them "You should be able to reach the Dwarfs' Mine instantly by using one of the gates in the Mirror Chamber." and slammed the doors behind him as he left with flare.
"Yes sir!"
Then grim woke up from his little nap due to the loud noise made by the door. "Myah! Wh-? Where am I?!"
"Hah.....let's go guys we don't want to get expelled....." Yuu commanded in a tired tone.
Ace rubbed his head in annoyance. "Maaan... How did I end up in this mess? I swear, I have the worst luck."
"Dude look at my luck....I just wanted to get to class." mumbled [Y/n].
"We don't have time to complain. Let's go. Dark Mirror! Take us to the Dwarfs' Mine!" Deuce exclaimed with enthusiasm getting ready to walk out the door.
'I choose the worst time to come to this school....'
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Author's Note:
Hi guys! Sorry for the delay I had like 30 writers blocks on Thursday and had no idea what to write.
Hope you guys like this chapter! Have a nice day or night.
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𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈
[ PAIRING ] Zeke Yeager x f!reader
[ AUTHOR'S NOTE ] I wrote this in 2021 for Kinktober.
[ SYNOPSIS ] A placid moment with Zeke gives way to degeneracy.
[ WORD COUNT ] 1.2k
[ CONTENT ] Canon AU, y/n's in the military (oof), exhibitionism, masturbation, Zeke's an asshole but not really, cum play, he has a corruption kink.
“May I ask a question?” Zeke mused.
You were seated on opposite ends of the fire. Everyone else had gone to sleep, dizzy on wine and bravado. You knew Captain Levi was lurking somewhere, but you couldn’t have been more at ease. It probably had something to do with the night sky being speckled with stars and the crisp breeze that ebbed through the trees.
You coughed, inhaling a bit of wood smoke.
“I guess,” you replied.
“What’s it like?”
He leaned in, the fire illuminating his face. You rarely paid Zeke much attention. The most you granted him was stepping on the back of his heel as he wandered over to his “hotel” or a casual, fleeting greeting. There was no reason to do any more. You saw what he did to your comrades when you went to reclaim Wall Maria. He didn’t deserve yours or anyone’s attention.
However in this lighting he looked handsome in a charmingly rugged sort of way.
“What’s what like?” you asked, trying to conceal your staring.
He was hard to ignore now that you had been blessed with such a view. His wavy flaxen hair appeared so touchable; you wanted to twist it in between your fingers. His grey eyes were hard to read, but there was some inkling of warmth to them. You were taken by their ashen color. He didn’t look anything like the wild man people described. He looked more like a handsome school teacher with a nasty smoking habit.
“Being the only woman. That has got to be an experience,” he said, pulling a cigarette out of his pocket.
He placed it between his lips and leaned close to the fire. It just barely tickled the cigarette before the heat became too much for him.
“Ouch,” he yelped.
“You could have just lit it with your—- like just held your hand over the fire,” you snickered.
“I wouldn’t have looked as intriguing though.”
“That’s a concern of yours right now?”
“What? I want to impress you. You’re the only one that acknowledges me outside of Levi.”
You sat up straight. Zeke was right. Everyone did basically ignore him. Any pathetic attempt at small talk went unheeded. He was a mass murderer, someone not to be trusted after all. He didn’t exactly lend himself to kindness no matter how polite he appeared.
“Saying ‘good morning’ is hardly acknowledging you,” you muttered.
Silence fell upon the two of you. All you heard was the crackling of burning wood.
He cleared his throat. “You never answered my question.”
You rolled your eyes. It was a question you resented because nothing about your experience was particularly notable, at least not in the ways people expected.
“It’s nothing to write home about. I guess I’ve seen more dicks than I would’ve if I wasn’t surrounded by them.”
You let out a little laugh.
Zeke smirked. The fire illuminating his face gave him a sinister glow. His eyes seemed darker than before, tinged with lust. It was as if he looked through you, taking you apart piece by piece. You felt exposed, like he could read your every thought.
“So I suppose seeing one more wouldn’t be too much of a shock then, would it?”
Zeke started to fiddle with his belt and pulled it off, folding it up gingerly and placing it next to the crate he was sitting on. He lowered his gaze and proceeded to unzip his pants and reveal his semi-erect cock. It bulged through his underwear. He lightly palmed it and looked back up at you. Your eyes were wide and trying to avoid contact with his.
“You’d be lying if you said you weren’t curious,” he teased.
It didn’t matter how right he was. He was the enemy… right? The man in front of you didn’t seem particularly dangerous, or at least to you on a personal level. He seemed a little desperate as he stroked his cock through his underwear.
“I… I can’t do anything with you.”
You felt stupid and small, stumbling over your words in front of him.
“I don’t want you to do anything other than sit a little closer to me and enjoy the view.”
It didn’t take much convincing. You hurriedly made your way around the fire and sat next to him. He let out a pleased hum and freed his cock. It was the biggest you had ever seen. It was thick, with a few veins sprawling down its length. His pubes were wild and matched his flaxen beard. You were awestruck as he stroked his length.
He must have noticed you staring because he cupped your cheek with his free hand.
“Are you enjoying this?” he purred.
You leaned in closer, hanging on his every word, drunk on his presence.
“Yes. I am,” you whispered.
You were close enough to kiss him, the heat radiating off his face was as intoxicating as the slight groans he let out when he squeezed the tip of his cock. Throwing caution to the wind you went to kiss him. He reciprocated for a brief moment, lightly biting your bottom lip.
Laughing as he pulled away he said, “No, no. You’re just going to watch, got it?”
You nodded. He ran his rough thumb over your bottom lip and gave you a little grin.
“Such a compliant soldier,” he cooed.
Zeke lubricated his hand with pearls of precum that had dripped from his cock. He stroked it slowly, leaving it glistening in the moonlight. You wanted to know what he tasted like, what his pulsating cock would feel like in your mouth. A little droplet of drool trickled from the corner of your mouth. Plagued with embarrassment you quickly wiped it away with your sleeve.
“I bet all your comrades want to fuck that sweet mouth of yours.”
Your skin was flushed. You didn’t know if it was because of heat radiating from the fire or your embarrassment. You looked away. You didn’t need to think about that kind of shit. Whether your comrades wanted to fuck you or not wasn’t a subject you liked to ponder.
“Look at me.”
You looked back to Zeke who pumped his cock faster.
“I can’t come if you don’t look at me,” he groaned through his gritted teeth.
His grey eyes were fixed on you, trailing up and down your body, taking in how beautiful you managed to look despite the awful circumstances you lived with. His stroking grew faster and methodical. You savored the sound of his precum covered hand sliding up and down his glistening cock. It took so much out of you not to get on your knees and beg to taste his cum.
He unleashed a hearty moan. You leaned over his lap and tried to cover his mouth much to his surprise. He closed his eyes tight and tossed his head back, his moan vibrating against your hand. You looked down and saw that he had come all over his lap and you.
You leaned back to your original sitting position and marveled at the pearly cum that dotted your uniform. Zeke attempted to stifle his laughter as he rubbed the tip of his cock, swirling cum around it. He beckoned you closer and patted his hand on his knee. You took a seat and he wrapped his arm around your waist.
“Here, for being such a good soldier.”
He held his cum-covered thumb to your lips and you eagerly accepted it into your mouth. He pressed on your tongue and you rolled it around his thumb, sucking at it like it was his cock.
“I’m sure Captain Levi would be so proud of you.”
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Sweet Nothing H.P. x GN!Reader
Warnings: mentions of death and the wizarding war, nightmares, darker thoughts, survivors guilt, Harry is really going through it
Word Count: 1.7k
Pairing: Harry Potter x gender neutral reader (no use of pronouns or gendered language)
Summary: Harry has a hard time escaping the darkness brought by the war but he has you and all you ever wanted from him was sweet nothing
A/N: Shout out to Taylor Swift
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Harry’s feet pounded against the stone floor of the castle, ducking out of the way from spells being shot at him. Where were you? The battle was raging and you were nowhere to be found. As he ran, Harry fired spells over his shoulder hoping they hit their mark. He didn’t bother looking where he was firing spells, assuming that if they were aiming for him, he should try and hit them back.
He turned into a hallway, desperately searching for any sign of you. Finally there at the end of the hallway, he spotted you. His lungs burned from running and his legs felt like jelly but none of that mattered now. He could see you. He could grab you and keep you safe. Only, he couldn’t. You were surrounded by death eaters, fighting them off as best as you could when a flash of green light shot out from one of their wands, hitting you right in the chest. Harry watched the life drain from your eyes, your face lose color, and your body drop to the floor.
He screamed, racing toward you in a desperate attempt to save you but the damage was done. You were gone.
Harry sat up quickly, his chest tight as he tried to catch his breath. He looked around the blurry room, grabbing his glasses as he tried to find you. The spot on the bed next to him was empty and dread filled his chest. The small alarm clock next to the bed read 5:13; it was much too early for you to be up. He sprang out of bed, grabbing his wand as he crept out of your shared bedroom and into the hallway. Faintly, he could hear something moving around in the kitchen and he gripped his wand tighter. He rounded the corner, wand in front of him and ready to attack when you turned around. With a small scream, you dropped the mixing bowl in your hand and it hit the floor, shattering into a million pieces.
“Harry!” You whispered, clutching your chest. “You just about scared the life out of— oof.” You were cut off as the green eyed boy pulled you into his arms, holding you close to his chest as he buried his face in your neck. As your heart rate slowed, you moved your hands, placing one on his back and one in his hair. “Another nightmare?” At your question, all Harry could do was nod and hold you closer.
This had not been the first time Harry woke up and had a nightmare or thought you had been taken away from him. Every time he closed his eyes, memories of the war flashed in his mind and the fear of losing you crept in. Carefully, you backed away just enough so you could see his face. “Want to rest on the couch for a while?” He again nodded and the two of you made your way to the couch in your small living room. Harry laid down first before he immediately pulled you on top of him, his arms tight around your waist.
You both laid on the couch in silence for a long time. With your head on Harry’s chest, you listened to his heartbeat begin to steadily thump in his chest. You and Harry hadn’t begun dating until the middle of what would have been your seventh year. Being one of his best friends, you joined Ron, Hermione, and him on their journey to find horcruxes. It was not easy and some days you debated leaving. You hadn't become friends with the trio until fourth year and sometimes, it felt like they kept you at arms length. Sure they trusted you and you helped them but there were times they would stop talking as soon as you came into the tent or kept secrets from you. They treated you like some sort of liability despite you risking just as much as they were.
Once Ron left, things were worse but better in a way. Harry and Hermione were crushed and it was hard for them to go about their day without thinking of Ron. You kept it together and helped them make as much progress as possible during those hard days. One night when Harry and Ron came back soaking wet, things changed. Filled with relief at the sight of Harry still alive and breathing, you threw yourself at him and kissed him.
Now a little over three years after the war, you and Harry had a small home in a little muggle town. Harry felt safer knowing he could come and go from the Wizarding World as he pleased. Of course you both tried to keep the magic use to a minimum here in this town but that could be overlooked. He loved the magical world and it was the first place he ever felt like he belonged, but it had its problems too. It was nice to walk around outside and not be stopped by people thanking him for his service or telling him he was a hero. Or worse, people stopped him and told him he didn’t do enough or save enough people.
Some people thought Harry was a hero, which he was, but some people felt he hadn’t done nearly enough. If he would have found the horcruxes sooner, more people would have survived. If he had given himself over to Voldemort sooner, families would still be whole. If he had studied more in school he would have been better prepared and would have defeated Voldemort sooner. If he had died in the first place, maybe everyone would still be here. There was nothing someone could say that Harry hadn’t already thought before.
His breathing sped up as those thoughts began to swarm his mind. Feeling his chest rising and falling much faster than a moment ago, you propped yourself up and grabbed his face in your hands, stroking his cheeks with your thumbs.
“Hey, what’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” You searched his face, heart breaking as you looked at his stunning green eyes filled with tears.
“I didn’t do enough. I’m not doing enough.” Harry took a deep breath. “I could have done more, saved more.”
You moved off of him and pulled him up, tugging his head to your chest with his legs thrown over your lap. “Harry, you did everything you could. You worked so hard to save everyone you could.”
“There could have been more. If only I had–”
“If only you knew more. If only Dumbledore knew more. If only Dumbledore told you more. If only I did more. You've talked about them all before. Harry, you can think about all of the ‘ifs’ you want but we can’t go back and change anything. I know you want to and I want to as well but we can’t.” You raked your hands through his hair, kissing the top of his head. “I know you think differently but you did everything you could. I promise.” This was not going to be the last time this was brought up. You knew that. It was safe to assume that for the rest of his life he was going to feel guilty over the things he did or didn’t do. Who could blame him? He watched friends, classmates, and family die all because he didn’t die when he was a baby. The guilt that he felt was not something you would ever wish upon anyone.
Harry didn’t speak for a while and you hoped he had fallen asleep. Merlin knew he needed the rest. “Should I do more now?”
“Now?” You sighed and shook your head. “What do you mean now?”
“I’ve been avoiding the Wizarding World. Once Hogwarts had been rebuilt and everything, I ran away. People were expecting me to fix everything or be the new minister or headmaster or something and I’m just gone. I’m being selfish”
“Look at me, please.” Harry tilted his head up to look at you. “There is nothing wrong with taking time for yourself. You were a child thrown into a war. You have done more for the Wizarding World and the Muggle World than pretty much anyone else. Be selfish. You can take time for yourself and do what you want. It doesn’t matter what anyone else wants from you.”
“What about you? What do you want from me?”
“Nothing.”
“Nothing?”
“Nothing at all Harry. I just want whatever you want.” It was the truth. Harry had fame and money and brawn and brains, even if he didn’t agree. There were a lot of women that would want any part of that or more from him. You? All you wanted was him in whatever way he wanted to give himself to you. The nightmares were hard and both of you had pretty messed up sleeping schedules but that didn’t matter. Whatever came with Harry, you were going to take it. “What do you want?”
“Well,” Harry started, a small smile finally gracing his face, “I would like to know what you were doing out of bed so early this morning.”
You laughed, looking back in the kitchen to see the broken bowl still on the floor. “I was hoping to surprise you with some breakfast. Pancakes if you must know.”
Harry hummed and snuggled his face into your chest. “I think now I would like to sleep some more and then in a few hours you can keep making pancakes?” He circled his arms around your waist, effectively keeping you trapped on the couch with him. You knew the glass would need to be cleaned up and the pancake batter was definitely going to take some elbow grease or magic to clean up but who were you to deny him?
“That sounds wonderful.” Your one hand continued to comb through his hair as the other rubbed circles on his back. Before long, soft snores were coming out of his mouth. Looking down at him, your heart warmed and your stomach filled with butterflies as you saw the smile still on his face. He was finally peaceful and resting, like he deserved. “Happy birthday Harry.” You whispered and kissed his forehead before resting your head on the couch, closing your eyes.
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