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obsessedwrhys · 7 months ago

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The Seven and The Boys with forced supe reader(like Billy’s little sister as revenge for billy and the boys constantly causing problems)

Rouge powers reader————powers turn on and off randomly

can absorb life forces and powers(which they can steal(albeit accidentally))

Very stubborn and sarcastic just like her brother

Home lander is probably extra yandere for tons of reasons and keeps the reader in a glass room(enclosure or whatever)(think a zoo exhibit or big aquarium tank without water—— that one room from You or the glass apartment In Supernova for the kid with the same sort of powers)so that he can see his pet/prize/whatever tf he plans to do with them

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I keep seeing this as a full blown fic in my mind but I don’t have the skills to pull it off so I’d like to see other people’s takes on the idea!

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ The Boys x Rogue!Reader

ᯓ★ I read your req and I'm intrigued so this is my attempt on it, hope it meets your expectations. This is like a full on story lol (angst, gore, death, killing, looooots of cursing like I'm not even exaggerating, homelander being homelander, some fluff at the end?)

Parts: 2

With your brother's reputation, it's hard to ever live your whole life without the constant need to look over the shoulder. You always liked to tell yourself that after cutting ties with him, it will ensure you your safety, but those words were nothing more than just lies.

Losing Becca changed him completely. You could still recall the last time you spoke to him, the talk regarding your concern escalating into a heated argument.

"I'm telling you! You have no chance against a literal superpowered person! You'll get yourself killed!" You raised your voice, standing on the other side of the kitchen counter.

"Yeah, but this ain't a life worth livin' for anyways" He brushed your words off like he usually does. You watch in disbelief as he pours himself alcohol.

"Fuck you. You're such an asshole..." You said and he nods at you as he lifts his glass up.

"I'll drink to that" You scoff when he actually drank from his cup, the sound of him sipping ticking you off.

"Okay, fine, get yourself killed! But I won't stand to be here when it happens. I want you out of my life. I never wanna see you. I never even want to hear from you again! You're... you're..." You gasp as you start to sob. He turns to you, nothing but a blank expression on his face.

"Hey... take it easy—"

"No! Don't you fucking tell me to take this shit easy when you just admit to me that you're willing to throw away your life for some blonde american supe! You are a shitty brother! You're just like dad!"

"Don't you fuckin' compare me to that cunt!"

"I fucking said what I said!"

"Fuck you!"

"FUCK YOU!!"

The sound of your heavy breathing filled the kitchen. You could feel your chest rising and falling, your face burning from the overwhelming anger. Butcher sighs at the sight of you as he looks away with his eyes closed.

"You don't know half the things I know sis... you have to understand..."

"No... don't bother telling me. I already know that you'll never change..." You grabbed your things and before he could stop you, you left the house, slamming the door while you were at it.

For the next 8 years, you would find yourself living somehow a happier life. Making friends, going through relationships and heartbreaks, getting multiple jobs to pay for your apartment. It was like an ocean wave since it was never steady but you couldn't deny you've never felt more alive.

However, even on these good days, there were nights you'd find yourself waking up to nightmares. Nightmares of your brother dying. Nightmares of being abandoned. It always left you covered in cold sweats and sometimes you couldn't go back to sleep so you'd just sit by the window or watch some videos online to keep your mind off it.

Even though you convince yourself you were happier.

You never felt secure.

You always felt like something was out to get you.

Especially after you saw the news of him theorised to have killed the senior vice president working at Vought. You couldn't bother to remember her name cause the image of your brother was hauntingly enough. That's when you realised, if they were after him, what if they were also after you?

You stood at the counter of the restaurant you worked at. The job was new as you interviewed for the role of the cashier. Though all these days of dealing with rude customers and having to force a smile is making you want to rethink a different job. Just then, the door to the restaurant opens.

"Welcome!" You said as cheerfully as you can. Instead of searching for a table to sit, the customer approaches you.

"I'm sorry but where's the restroom? I really need to go" The customer spoke, he was wearing an awfully lots of layers, even shades indoors.

"It's just at the back to the right, there's a huge sign, it's hard to miss it" You smiled and the customer stares at you for a while before nodding.

"Thank you"

Finally, he leaves and you couldn't help but be relieved. Why were you holding your breath in the first place? After a couple more hours of standing around and smiling, your shift was done. You did your daily duties and cleaned up the place, making sure it was clean before you leave.

"Bye (Y/N)! Don't forget about our hangout this Friday night!" Your friend spoke as she leaves first.

"Trust me I'm looking forward to it!" You replied before heading to the back of the building to throw the trash away.

You were on your way to the huge bins until you felt the trash bag become lighter. You stare down and was annoyed the second you saw that the bag had tore. It's settled, you're getting a new job after you get your salary. You crouched down and tried to think of ways to solve the issue.

Once you stood up, you felt a sharp pain on your neck. Before you could even do anything to find the source of the pain, you collapsed. The last thing you could feel before becoming unconscious was the touch of someone catching you.

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"Will it work?"

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"We've only tested on rats. We're not sure sir"

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"Do I have to rephrase? If she dies, you fucking die with her, you understand?"

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"Yes sir"

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"Good. Now do what you're only good for, you fucking worthless piece of shit"

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Lights... knives... syringes... you slowly awoke on the floor as faint images of what you would recall as a memory began flashing in your head. Did that happen? It felt real. You opened your eyes and blinked a couple of time to register the room you were in.

You were... in a cage?

You looked around, the walls and floors made of white marbles which made it cold when your skin made contact with it. Now that you realised, you were no longer in your uniform, you seemed to be wearing some kind of gown patients would wear for surgery.

"Morning sunshine!" Your body jumped when you heard a familiar voice, a voice you only heard on the tv or radio shows. You stare at him as he walks to the center, a few feet from your cage.

It was Homelander. You never thought the day would come where you would be face to face to the person behind the reasons of your brother's rampage.

"Did you rest well?" He asks, an eary grin on his face. You looked around the inside of your glass cage.

"Couldn't you have given me a mattress?" You said. Your concern catching him a bit off guard but he didn't show it.

"Well, we tried to give you something more comfortable to sleep on but it seems like anyone who tried to even touch you ended up well... what's the word for it... withered. Dead. Nothing but a corpse suck dry of it's life" He said but you had no idea what any of his words meant.

"Is this some joke?" He chuckles.

"No. No joke (Y/N). I'm simply just giving my hypothesis on your new powers"

Powers? You have to be high right?

Did whatever pain that you felt was the mark of your death?

Is this some sick twisted illusion of yours created in hell?

"Yeah right... and I'm fucking Beyonce. Would you like to see my collection of Grammys?" You said sarcastically, clearly not taking anything seriously.

Homelander doesn't say anything but just laugh, since you were clearly convinced this was hell and that you were dead, you laughed along with him. He trembles his shoulders as if he's cold, that devilish grin still on his face.

"Wooo! You're a jokester aren't you (Y/N)? I know I'm just gonna love you. How about I bring you a gift as a symbol of our blossoming friendship?" He asked but he had already left the room. Your answer never even needed at all.

As your laughter died down, you were left alone in the room. You felt high. Too realistically high. Were you pumped with drugs? Shit... you grabbed your head as you tried to process the feeling until you heard the sound of a high pitched scream. You turn your head to find it to be your friend from work. She was shoved into the room and right when she stood up to leave, the door was shut.

"Let me the fuck out! You fucking bitch! You promised me weed!" She slammed on the door a couple of times after attempting to twist the doorknob open.

"Cleo?" She turns to you, her masacra ruined from her tears.

"(Y/N)? Holy shit what happened to your hair?" She said and you were confused until you checked to see the front strands of your hair now dyed white.

Okay now what in the actual fuck is happening...

"I don't know...? Why are you here?" You questioned.

"Some fucker promised me weed for some cash. I should have known better when I saw how cheap it was" She sighs as she sits against the door.

Suddenly the glass door on your cage sprung open. The two of you exchanged confused expressions. Is this some kind of trick? You wondered but either way you stepped out from your cage and began to approach your friend. She sighs as she curls up into a ball.

"What the fuck even is this place...?" She asks after you finally sat down beside her. You rubbed her arm to provide some comfort.

"I don't know... this feels real and fake at the same time. Hey, if by any chance we were in a puzzle just like in Saw, how much do you wanna bet who'd win—?" You nudged her playfully but instead of getting a response. She falls over.

Her face was pale white. Eyes dilated. The veins on her body growing visibly purple. The sight left you in shock and you quickly grabbed her by the shoulder to jerk her a few times. No words left her mouth except sounds of gasping, as if the air was getting sucked out of her lungs.

"Cleo! What the fuck! Holy fucking shit!" You cursed and it didn't take long until her body grows limp. Like a skeleton with a thin layer of skin left.

Afraid the same would happen to you, you quickly ran into your cage. You sat at the corner, trying your hardest not to look at your friend. That was real. This isn't some stupid trick set up by Satan. This is fucking real.

But why is this happening?

Why you?

The glass door slammed shut and the noise made your body jump. The door to the room opened but got stuck at the weight of your friend's corpse. You could hear the sound of disgust come from Homelander as he ends up kicking body aside to be able to open the door fully.

"So... did you like my gift?"

"What the fuck did you do? Did you poison her?" You said which he seemed offended at.

"Me? Oh please, I can shoot fucking lasers out of my eyes and I choose to poison some fucking nobody? I mean look at her" He chuckles, his eyes staring at the corpse of what was your friend.

His tone and words growing a small wave of anger within your chest.

"What do you want from me?"

"You know what I want" He said, the smile on his face gone. He was now serious. His gaze cold enough to send shivers down your body.

"(Y/N) Butcher. Butcher. I didn't know he had a little sister" He took a step closer, then another, until he was face to face to the glass, staring down at your figure hiding away in the corner.

"He really doesn't get scared huh? Not afraid of death, to take a life, not even me. And well... since he fucking hates supes so much, then I might as well make his beloved sister one. If I can't strike fear in him, you will" Homelander spoke, the corner of his lips twisting into a grin. As if all of this was bringing him some sick enjoyment.

"Everyone will be the pawn and you'll be the queen... so save your strength. You're gonna need it sweetheart" He turned around and as he leaves, he stares at the corpse for a quick moment. Even from inside the cage you could hear him shout for the people working to clean the body.

Fuck... this cannot be your life now...

You're now an animal kept in a cage.

Hours progressed to days then months. The only thing keeping you entertained was... the toilet? Aside from that was the visits Homelander would pay you every now and then to make sure you were alive. It almost seemed like he had expected you to be dead by now but you weren't, which he's impressed about.

You laid on the ground, staring at the ceiling. You were bored so you decided to try to count from 1 to 10000 this time. Just as you got to 482, the door opened and you turned to see it wasn't Homelander but rather a worker. Assuming he's just here to clean, you turned back to the ceiling to continue counting.

"Pssh, ma dame, do you hear me?" He knocks on the glass, his french accent caught your attention.

"I don't care. I'm not gonna strip for you"

"Nono! That's not why I'm here, your brother, Billy Butcher? He sent me here" His name striking something in you. You got up as your eyes are slightly widened.

"He knows I'm here?"

"Yes... he's here as well. He's gonna try to get you out of here"

Just as he finishes talking, the glass door sprung open. He gets in the cage and reaches for you but right as you reach for his hand, you remembered you weren't the same anymore, you were cursed, so you quickly pull your hand away. Your action causes the man to tilt his head in confusion.

"Do not worry, I'm not here to hurt you" He tries to take a few steps closer but you quickly stepped back.

"No.... no stop! That's enough!" You raised your hands gesturing him to stand where he's at.

"Don't touch me..." You added and he stares at you for a moment before taking a few steps back until he's out of the cage.

"Okay... but you must follow me. We don't have much time left" He said, walking out of the room and you hesitated for a while before following after him.

When walking down the hallway, you couldn't help but look around the area. This was your first time seeing the place you've been trapped inside for supposedly months. As you followed the strange man who saved you, you noticed that he seemed to be talking to someone over his earpiece. Was it Butcher?

After managing to sneak past several guards and having a few close calls, you two finally made it out from one of the back doors. You hurried as you followed the man somewhere. You couldn't believe it. The feel of the wind and the smell of the grass was making you wish you appreciated the outdoor more.

"Were you noticed?" His friend who's been on the look out asked. He shakes his head.

"No" After hearing his reponse, his friend turns to look at you.

"I'm M.M.... C'mon, your brother put in a lot to save you" He began walking away and the two of you simply went along.

He did?

"I haven't introduced myself. I'm Frenchie. It's nice to meet you" The man who saved you earlier said with a smile and you weakly smile back.

The moment the three of you reached a van parked in a safe area. The door slide open and your eyes widened once you were locked eyes with someone familiar. Yet he looked so much different now. He grew a beard. You had to admit, it made him look less ugly.

"(Y/N)..." He got out of the van and was ready to embrace you but you quickly avoided his grasp. This causes him to stand there with his arms hanging there awkwardly.

"Ooookay.... get in" M.M told Frenchie and they did just that, sliding the door close to give you both the privacy.

"All these years and you still hate your ol' brother" He jokes as he drops his hands down to his sides, but it was clear that he was upset at your actions and trying to hide it.

"Don't touch me"

"I got it"

The two of you stood there and you were staring at him a little too hard. Thoughts racing in your head like a racetrack. What the fuck has he been up to these years and how did he even find you?

"So... are we jus' gonna stand here and wait for 'em to realise you're missin'?" He nods at the facility nearby and you sigh.

"You're taking me home" You walked over to the passenger seat but the sound of Butcher clicking his tongue made you stop halfway in your tracks. Now you were standing in front of the van.

"Not gonna happen. Is your head loose of screws sis? They know who you are now, which means they know where you live. You're gonna be stayin' with me" He said.

Shit... there's really no chance of a normal life now. You really are cursed.

"Stay with you? With these guys?" You point at the van and from the front of the vehicle, you could see his friends all huddled in the back, the whole time they've been secretly listening to the conversation but once you pointed at them, they tried to act as though they haven't been doing so.

"They can protect you"

"I don't need protecting. The last thing I need is someone doing that"

"Oh really? Then mind sharing your experience in there? Was it a luxury? How much longer do you think you could have lasted if I hadn't found you" He took a few steps closer and you gave him a warning look.

"You're my sister... you think a few fights is gonna change that?" He tried reaching for your shoulder and you quickly dodged it. Failing to notice, tears were beginning to well up in your eyes because deep inside, you were desperately in need of comfort, a hug, anything physical but you couldn't even have that.

"You can't touch me... nobody can.... f-fuck... I killed my friend just by touching her..." You began to sob, your hands grabbing onto your face in an attempt to hide your expression. A frown appears on his face.

"What the fuck did they do to you...?"

"They made me a freak! They gave me these fucked up powers!! I don't want this...!" You cried, wishing this was another of your nightmares and that none of this was real.

"It's okay... come here..." He began to step closer to you but you were too numb from the feeling to even react.

Taking off his coat, he puts it securely around you before wrapping you in his arms. For the first time in months, you finally felt the presence of another person's embrace. The warmth felt so good. It was like you were melting from it. Your sobs grew weak as you nuzzle onto his chest, the fabric separating the contact of your skin with his. This was everything you needed right now.

"We'll get through this... these powers of yours ain't gonna scare me away" He said, rubbing your back gently.

"Thank you..." You muttered.

After you escaped and made it safely away from your prison. Homelander was alerted of your escape a few hours later. He arrives at the facility, walking down the hallway as the doctors walking by were scared to see him and trying their best to avoid his sight. Once he walks in the office of the head security, the man sprung up almost instinctly.

"Sir" He greets him. Homelander doesn't say anything but stare at him... before breaking into a smile.

"Great job, at least you're good at failing at your job. Now show me" He walks over to the guard's side who's hurrying to click a few things on his computer to show him what he came here for.

"The tracker we planted in her is working well and fine. She's currently in a vehicle heading somewhere"

"Good... it's like sending a cat to a bunch of rats" Homelander then gave the man a strong pat on the shoulder.

"Do we go after them sir?"

"No, keep an eye on her for now. I'll tell you when the time is ready" Without any further discussion, he left the office. A plan already set in his mind.

(I might make a part 2 but I'm not sure if anyone would be interested, it'll be sort of fluff where the boys figure out her powers, some angst? Idk, tell me if you think I should)

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liyahsim · 1 month ago

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Vampires vs Witches Collection - Formal Outfit

This is the second part of the Halloween collaboration with my friend @luxysims! (you can check the first part here) And I saw what she had to say about my beloved vampires so here I come with a reply!

Dear witches, do you really think you could win this battle with just magic and brooms? 🧛‍♂️🖤 Come on!

Let's talk about those potions you're all hyping up. Seriously? Witches and their love remedies 💖 are like those 3 a.m. infomercial ads: they never work and make you wonder why you lost faith in humanity. Instead, us vampires just look at someone and bam! One bite and we have a new "friend" for eternity. 💔 And what if witches try to do something really shocking? Oh, sorry, it's hard when you spend hours in the cauldron trying to find a recipe for "true love."

Let's talk about elegance: sure, witches' aesthetics are... unique. But come on, they look like they came out of a bad casting for a low-budget horror movie. 🎃👻 While we vampires take elegance to a new level; while the only "trend" for witches is not dying of embarrassment when a spell goes wrong. And don't even get us started on your hats, they might just give someone the evil eye. 😈

As for going out during the day, of course, we may be a little lazy, but who needs a ray of sunshine when the night is where we truly shine? ☀️💔 Also, while you girls are enjoying your coffee meetings in the daylight, we are at a party, enjoying the company of the living... or those who are a little less alive. At the end of the day, we prefer to have a nice dinner, with a special "touch", of course. 🍷🩸

So, friends, make a smart choice: join the vampires. We promise you an eternity full of mystery, elegance, and a touch of dark humor that will make the witches jealous. After all, life is short... but eternity with us is infinitely more fun.

And at the end of the day, there's always room for one more vampire at the party… especially if they bring human snacks. See you in the evening. And remember, we're on the dark side for a reason. 🌑🦇

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thelov3lybookworm · 3 days ago

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Belonging with them

Day 3: Belonging.

Summary: He knew where he belonged now.

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Word Count: 1150

Warnings: azzie continues being jelly of kaden lolll

A/n: i love hazel sm yall dont get it 🥺 this fic is based on a short i saw on yt and the dad is like the biggest hunk and gave such cassian vibes and he genuinely cried 🥺 i was gonna write this fic for cassian but then i decided to give this to azzie cus he deserves to cry hehe

(if you dont know hazel and kaden, theyre from my mini series overprotective bat. it was a 2 part series which can be found on my azriel masterlist. all the fic in this week will be revolving around these two cuties hehe)

@azrielappreciationweek

ANYWAY ENJOYYYY 🥳

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"I don’t really know where I fit in anymore."

"I’ve been alive almost five and a half centuries and I’m not sure of that, either."

The day he had said those words to Feyre seemed like a lifetime away, as if experienced in a dream centuries ago when he was younger and could not differentiate between reality and what his brain had conjured up. But he knew, it had merely been five years.

The five years he had cherished the most in his life.

He loved his family. He adored the way Rhys and Cassian bickered during their annual snowball fight, the way Amren found a way to slide in a snide remark at every dinner, the way Mor would always be ready to go partying. Above all, he adored how all his family including the Archeron sisters would be ready to help him and be there for him any day. Even in the middle of the night when he did not want to wake up his wife but knew he needed someone to help him with his crying daughter.

But… they did not complete him. He loved them to bits and would readily give his life for them… before he met his now wife and decided she was the one he would spend his life with, mating bond be damned. He had lost all hopes of finding his mate back then after waiting for five centuries.

Imagine his shock when on their wedding day, he felt another thread of gold tying him to his wife.

Now as he sat watching his daughter pet a purring Nuts lounging on the low table in front of him while explaining to him how tea was made, he smiled.

He had found his place of belonging. And it was with his wife and daughter.

Of course, there had to be that boy trying to take his daughter away from him. What was his name? Kade? Kaden? Azriel thought bitterly.

He knew he was being dramatic. His daughter was barely four years at this point, no four year old was going to steal her away.

Hazel turned to Azriel, making him focus all his attention on her. He offered her a smile when she handed him a small pink cup.

"What is this?" He asked, bringing the empty toy to his lips.

She shot him an incredulous look. "It’s the tea you ordered daddy."

"Oh, yeah sorry, I was thinking about something."

She shook her head. "Stop thinking and focus, daddy. Kaden always pays attention."

Azriel stilled.

I am being compared to a four year old boy now? What has life come to.

He sighed, mumbling out an apology even though all he wanted to do was tell her to stay away from that boy.

He did not want to be forced to go apologise again.

She began fumbling with the littered toys on the desk once more, completely ignoring Azriel in favour of mumbling instructions to Nuts, as if teaching him how to cook.

As he watched her move over to the huge armchair and place a cup on it, conversing with what Azriel could only hope was not spirits of the deceased, his curiosity peaked.

Maybe it was a bad idea, but he needed to make sure that she was not getting overly friendly with Kaden.

"Hazel, this tea is amazing." He waited till she giggled before continuing. "By the way, how’s school?"

It was daycare to help her get accustomed to going to school next year, but Hazel insisted she was a big girl and attended big girl school.

"It’s fine. Miss Black gave me a gold star yesterday because I helped her." Hazel was focused on the air she was stirring in her red pot as she talked, lips pursed slightly in concentration.

"Hmm. Who’s your best friend?"

Please don’t say Kaden. Not Kaden. Please.

She turned around to glare at him, and he wondered if by any chance he had said the words aloud. But he knew he hadn’t. Azriel wouldn’t let himself speak without permission from himself.

Her brows bunched up, lips pouting and eyes narrowed, she looked as offended as an old grandma being told her grandchild was full and did not want more food.

"Daddy, it’s you. You’re my best friend." She rolled her eyes.

Azriel watched. He simply watched her return back to stirring her pot.

Cassian had been the one to teach her the eye rolling. Azriel had been amused. Seeing a child barely reaching his knees roll her eyes at him like she had lived five lives was nothing short of funny.

But right now, it felt anything but.

It’s you daddy.

His eyes were prickling, that was his first conscious thought after long moments of silence in his head. His vision was getting blurry, throat clogging. Tell tale signs of a sob session oncoming. But he could not bring himself to care as he stared at this little faeling, who did not even realise what she had done.

You’re my best friend.

Azriel simply sat back against the couch, the cushions pressing against his bare back, and let the tears have their way on his skin.

I’m her best friend.

Even despite the emotions Hazel had brought forth, somewhere in the back of his mind Azriel was rejoicing that her best friend was not Kaden.

Guess I’m never beating the territorial illyrian accusations.

The shadows settled down on his shoulders, swirling softly against his skin as they too watched Hazel play and pet Nuts occasionally. They did not inform him of his wife’s arrival in the living room. They did not have to. He simply felt when her presence was near. The all consuming feeling of love growing stronger in his chest being another indicator.

"Hazel, it’s bath time baby. Let’s go."

Hazel huffed as if what Y/n had said was the most outrageous thing ever. "Mommy, I can’t leave yet. There are customers."

Azriel practically felt his wife’s eyes narrow. "Daddy can attend to your customers."

Hazel turned to look at Azriel pleadingly, her eyes wide and placating before they filled with shock. "Daddy why are you crying!"

Y/n drew closer. "Azzie?"

Azriel blinked, smiling up at his wife before picking up his daughter. "It’s nothing. Just some dust."

Hazel turned to scowl at Nuts. "I told you to clean up properly. Now see, because of you my daddy is crying."

Azriel huffed out a laugh, pressing his lips to her round cheek.

"Let’s go shower baby. I’ll even get your toys, yeah?"

Azriel’s gaze swung to Y/n at the end of his sentence. She gave him a knowing smile.

"Can Nuts come too? Please daddy, mommy!"

"Fine, but no splashing." Y/n pointed a finger at the father-daughter duo, eyebrows raised.

Hazel had begun to whine, but even she knew not to argue when mommy was serious.

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porkcutletbowl44 · 4 months ago

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🌕Sun & Moon 🌑

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Simon Riley x Reader

Tags: Fluff, comfort, slight angst, Afab!reader

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He wants to talk to you, he sees you around all the time. The pub is busy with happy soldiers, laughing and drinking together after a successful mission. He tries to talk to you whenever he sees you, but something always pulls you away from his proximity. You both work together in the same building, same line, yet at different stations.

But tonight, he sees the opportunity. He follows you outside, where it is vacant of customers. The cold night keeps everyone indoors, the outside sitting area is avoided.

"Mind if I borrow a light?” he approaches beside you, bringing out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.

"Sure," You reply in a soft kind voice, getting a lighter from your pocket and handing it over.

Simon accepts the lighter from you with a quick, silent nod. His thick, calloused fingers gently brush against yours as he takes it, the brief touch sending an electric current that he tries to ignore.

He flicks the lighter expertly, igniting the spark that illuminates his sharp features under the soft glow. The flame licks the end of his cigarette, and he takes a long slow drag, the smoke filling his lungs for a moment before he puffs it out.

He hands the lighter back to you. Fingers brushing again.

"Thanks," he murmurs, his voice low and rough.

"No worries," You answer quietly.

For a moment, Simon's gaze lingers on your face, studying the shadows cast by the flickering light. He’s observant and curious, but he doesn’t pry. Not yet, at least.

He takes another drag of his cigarette, his eyes shifting to the night sky for a second, watching the stars.

"You're not much for crowds, are you?" he asks, breaking the silence.

You shake your head, "I like the space, the silence." You smile.

Simon nods in understanding, a hint of a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. He doesn’t seem surprised by your answer, but he finds something pleasing in the way you’ve confirmed his observation. You've always been on the more quiet side, only speaking when needed.

He takes another drag of his cigarette before replying.

“I get that.” he says, his voice softer than before. “Peace and quiet are a luxury in this line of work.”

He studies your face for a moment, trying to get a read on you, but your expression is too well guarded, shy.

"Unfortunately true," You agree, shifting your stance.

There’s something about the small gesture that makes him want to know more about you, how you seem comfortable around someone you've barely conversed with. The itch to learn more about you grows stronger, despite his years of training that made him control his curiosity. Perhaps it’s that very control that makes the need to know more about you this intense.

He blows out a puff of smoke, the gesture more contemplative than casual.

“I can’t remember the last time I had actual quiet,” he admits, his voice low.

"This line of work makes you forget things too," You murmur.

Simon takes another long drag of his cigarette, his silence confirming your words. He knows better than most what this job takes from you. The things it makes you do, the things it makes you see. He’s seen and done far too much to pretend it isn’t true.

“Yeah,” he agrees, his voice laced with a note of bitterness. “It does.”

For a moment, his eyes return to the sky, lost in his own thoughts. The weight of their shared experiences hangs heavy in the air.

He finishes his cigarette and drops it to the ground, crushing it under his boot. The silence between you lingers a little longer.

A part of him wants to fill it with meaningless small talk. Another part wants to dig deeper and ask questions he suspects you won’t answer. He’s too stubborn to choose either option.

“You always this quiet?” he asks instead, his tone teasing.

"I learned the hard way," You replied simply, giving him a polite smile.

Learned the hard way.

Simon ponders on your choice of words. For some reason, his mind immediately jumps to the worst possible scenarios. He’s always been too curious for his own good. Something about you makes him want to find out more. He can’t help but wonder what exactly you mean. What exactly did someone like you go through?

He suppresses the thought, his jaw tightening slightly.

He looks at you, trying to read the hidden meanings behind your polite smile. It’s difficult to tell what you’re thinking, what you’re feeling. He respects your silence, but that doesn’t make him any less curious.

“That so?” he grunts, trying to sound casual, though the weight in his tone betrays his interest. “You ever gonna share?”

"It's nothing worth sharing." You shrugged.

Simon's eyes narrow a little. Nothing worth sharing. As if whatever you went through isn’t important. As if the things that have shaped you, that have made you the person you are, ‘aren’t worth sharing.’ It's a sentiment he’s used to hearing, and one he’s grown weary of hearing.

His gaze lingers on your face, his eyes searching for something, even though he knows you're too guarded to reveal anything. As if you are afraid.

“I don’t believe that.”

"How come?" You asked gently.

His eyes lock with yours, and in that moment he’s taken back by the softness in your voice. It catches him off guard. He's not sure when someone last spoke to him with such gentleness. The sound makes his chest tighten in a way he doesn’t expect. He doesn’t know how to react to it or why it affects him this way.

He recovers quickly though, shoving down the strange feeling. He tries to remain impassive, but his voice betrays him.

“Everyone's story is worth telling.”

"Then what's yours?" You smile softly.

Simon’s breath hitches at your question. He hadn’t expected you to turn the conversation around on him.

For a moment, he’s tempted to shut you down, to dismiss the question with a sarcastic comment. He opens his mouth to do just that, but he surprises even himself by answering instead.

“Too long.” he replies, the corner of his mouth twitching up in a small, almost involuntary smile. It's a rare sight, but you seem to bring out a softer side of him.

"We have our reasons." You conclude.

We have our reasons.

Your words hit a little too close to home. You’re right, of course. There are things you don’t talk about, things you can’t talk about. But hearing you say it, acknowledging the truth behind those words makes him wonder. What has your life been like? What have you been through?

He looks at you, studying your expression in the faint light, trying to decipher the meaning behind your simplicity. His heart seems to skip a beat. He wants to ask. He wants to know your story, to understand what you've been through.

He wants to share his too.

For the first time in a long time, he feels the urge to open up– He shakes his head, breaking himself out of his head.

“You’re dangerous,” he said softly under his breath, more to himself than to you.

"Hm?" You looked over with kind eyes.

For a moment, he freezes, slightly embarrassed that you heard his mumbled confession. He can’t remember the last time his thoughts have been this loud. When his eyes meet yours, however, he finds himself mesmerized by the kind look in your eyes. It steals his breath and weakens his self-control.

He doesn’t want to think about why.

He shakes his head, trying to clear his mind again. "Nothing," he mumbles, his voice slightly strained. "You're just observant."

"Loneliness does things to you." You murmur, looking up at the moon.

Loneliness.

The word cuts through him like a cold knife. It’s almost ironic, the way you’ve managed to hit the bullseye with just one word. Simon has never admitted it to himself, but it’s loneliness that drove him into this job in the first place. Trying to fill the void left by his family with honor, with glory, with loyalty.

He knows the weight of loneliness all too well

He follows your gaze to the moon, its soft, pale light illuminating your face, giving you an almost ethereal glow. It's a raw moment, one that makes him feel a little too exposed by your quiet revelations. His heart clenches at the thought of you being lonely. At the thought that someone as kind and caring as you is living a life of solitude.

"It does." he agrees quietly.

He takes a step closer to you without realizing it. It’s like something is drawing him towards you, something he can’t resist. For a moment you just stand there in comfortable silence, sharing this oddly intimate, oddly vulnerable moment.

He wonders if you feel it too.

"Do you ever..." He wants to curse himself for his hesitation, for the uncertainty in his voice. It’s unfamiliar, this feeling of being awkward. He’s never been good with emotions, but something about you makes him want to try.

“Do you ever get tired of being alone?” He cringes inwardly as soon as the words escape his lips. It sounds too sentimental, too desperate, too hopeful.

"Not anymore." You smiled, looking back at him.

Simon’s stares. It’s the softest smile he’s ever seen on you, and it makes his heart speed up. He’s not sure what to do with this newfound, strange feeling in his chest. So, he just stands there, studying your face, taking in every little detail.

He has so many questions, so many things he wants to ask, but all he manages to say is a soft “Yeah?”

It’s not the most eloquent response, but it’s all his mind allows him to produce in that moment.

"It's nights like this." You nodded to the moon.

Nights like this.

He looks at the moon too, the soft light bathing both of you in a gentle glow. He understands what you mean. He feels it too. There’s something about the night sky, about the calmness of the night, that makes even the biggest loner wish he wasn’t so lonely.

He looks back at you, but you look at the moon. In that moment, he feels a connection, a sense of understanding that goes beyond words.

"Do you know why wherever you go the moon seems to follow you?" You asked, laughing a little.

Simon is taken aback by your question, caught off guard by the sudden change of topic. But he finds himself strangely intrigued by it. He likes the way you laugh, the way your eyes seem to sparkle.

He’s not sure what you mean, but he plays along. He’s always been curious, and he likes the sound of your voice.

“No, why?” he asks, his voice almost gentle.

"Because she's afraid of the dark." You whisper softly.

Because she's afraid of the dark.

Simon feels a strange prickle in his chest at your words. It's such a simple, but incredibly profound answer. A small moment of vulnerability hidden beneath an innocent statement. He doesn't respond immediately, he just stands there, taking in the weight of your words. He's not sure why he feels so affected by it, but your voice, so soft and gentle, makes his knees feel weak.

"And the sun?" he can't stop himself from asking.

"Dies a little more everyday because he can't find his love." You murmured.

Dies a little more everyday because he can’t find his love.

Those words hit him harder than he expected. He's not sure what it is about your simple, straightforward way of seeing the world, but it makes his heart ache in a way he’s not used to. He’s so used to seeing the world in black and white, in mission and mission parameters, in enemy and friend, in enemy and prey.

He looks up at the moon then.

"It makes me feel less alone I guess, seeing how there's plenty of things that are alone, one singular thing..." You muttered distantly.

One singular thing.

Something about that statement resonates with him on a deep level. He’s never thought about it this way, but now that you said it, he sees it all around. The moon, the sun- two singular things, so different, yet so similar. Both alone, longing for something they can’t have.

"You're quite the philosopher, you know that?" he says, trying to hide the softness in his voice.

Simon tries to ignore the way his heart flutters at the sound of your laugh. He’s never been this affected by a sound before, but the way it makes him feel is both exhilarating and disorienting.

He looks at you, the little smile on your lips, the gentle light in your eyes and he suddenly doesn’t want this moment to end. He wants to know more about you, to hear more of your gentle laugh, to see that smile more often. It’s a dangerous wish.

He clears his throat awkwardly, trying to hide the strangely intense emotions that are coursing through him. This is getting very out of hand.

"Why the moon?" he asks suddenly, needing to divert the attention back to you. He hopes you won’t notice the way his voice shakes.

"Sorry?" You asked softly.

God, even your voice is soft.

He shakes his head. The thoughts in his head are loud and insistent, and they’re making him feel things and think things that he usually suppresses. It makes him uncomfortable. He’s not sure what to do with these new, unfamiliar feelings, so he pushes them away.

“The moon... why the moon?” he clarifies, “Why not the stars?”

"Do you have anything poetic to say about the stars?" You asked kindly, listening to him for anything he has to say.

Poetic...

Simon feels strangely flustered by your question. He’s not the kind of man who does poetry. He’s a soldier, a coldblooded killer, trained to be detached, logical, analytical. Feelings are a weakness, poetry is an unnecessary sentimentality. He has no time for that.

But you make him want to try.

“No.” he answers honestly.

"In the end, the stars chose destruction over life." You murmur into the night air.

The gravity behind those words hit him harder than he expects. The idea that the stars, these bright, beautiful things in the sky, chose destruction over life... it resonates with him on a deep level. Reminds him of his own past.

Of the choices he himself has made.

He can sense a meaning behind your words, hidden in between the lines. He wants to ask you more about it, but he's not sure if it's his place to.

"And the most worthy ones are reborn," You added.

Again, a strange sense of familiarity with those words. Like you’re speaking from experience. Like you know the pain and the suffering, the loneliness and the guilt, and you understand what it’s like to be reborn. He suddenly feels an urge to reach out to you, to offer some kind of comfort, but he has no idea how. He’s not the comforting kind.

He just stands there, trying to think of something to say. He’s not good with words, especially not with comforting words. All the usual reassurances seem empty and shallow in his mind. He wants to help you, to make you feel less alone, but he’s not sure how.

He looks at the moon, the bright circle in the sky. For the first time, he notices how lonely it looks. Alone.

Just like you.

You’re feeling just as lonely as the moon. That’s why you’re standing here, watching the moon. To feel less alone. To find some solace in the loneliness. He understands that feeling. All too well.

Without thinking, without realizing what he’s doing, Simon takes a step closer to you. Close enough that he can feel the warmth of your body.

Close enough to offer comfort without actually touching you.

"I guess... we all need a bit of company sometimes." he says quietly, his eyes still on the moon, his heart aching for yours. It’s the closest thing to a comfort he can offer and he hates how inadequate it feels. How useless it sounds. He wants to do more, but he doesn’t know how. His words are not very comforting.

"Humans need socialization. We thrive in groups." You agree.

They need a pack, a clan, a community. He knows that, he's lived it. But you're different. You don't seem to be looking for a community. You seem to be searching for something else.

Someone else.

"What about you?" he asks quietly.

"There's always a black sheep," You smiled.

The term immediately brings up images of himself, of all the times he didn’t fit in, the times he was labeled as the black sheep, the problem child, the dangerous kid, the killer. It’s an isolating feeling, being the black sheep.

He looks at you, your smile, the sadness hidden in it. He wonders if you’ve had a similar experience, if you’ve been the black sheep, if you’ve ever felt like no one understands you, like no one sees you.

"Being a black sheep sucks." he says bluntly.

She giggled.

His heart does a weird little flip in his chest. Just for a second, he forgets that he’s a coldhearted killer. In that moment all he can think about is how lovely your laugh sounds. How he wants to hear it again and again.

He hates this. This tenderness, this softness. It’s not him.

"Sometimes it's not so bad." You offer.

He looks at you, the way you’re trying to stay positive, to find the silver lining in your own isolation. He admires you for that. He wonders how you do it, how you find the strength to be okay on your own.

"How do you do it?" he asks.

"When you look at it one way, nobody tells you what to do, what to say, how to act...you can just be you freely."

He lets those words sink in, lets them touch that deep, lonely part of him that craves freedom. That yearns for a chance to shed the heavy weight of expectations, of guilt, of duty, of orders. To be his true self.

It’s a dream he’s never dared to wish for.

“Sounds liberating.” he murmurs.

"It's pretty great," You remark.

The simplicity of your contentment makes him envious. How can someone like you seem to be so satisfied with the life that would drive everyone else crazy? The isolation, the freedom, the loneliness.

How can you stand it?

And yet, in that moment, he yearns for it.

The way you say it, with that small smile on your lips, almost like you’re holding back something. Like you’re not telling the entire truth. It makes him wonder. What else are you not saying? What else are you holding back? What about the other times it’s not pretty great? When loneliness hits too hard, when it feels like too much?

He wants to ask you about it, but he doesn’t want to pry. He has no right to. He has no right to push, to get to know you, to invade your privacy. And yet he can’t stop himself from wanting to know more about you. To find out everything there is to know.

To understand your loneliness. Is it like his? Could you both grow together and understand each other on a soul deep level?

The gentle sound of night bugs, the soft scent of rain... it all adds to the beauty of the night, to the strange intimacy of this moment.

This is not what he expected when he stepped out for a smoke, he’s not exactly sure how he ended up here, having a deep conversation with a beautiful girl he barely knows.

"...You just gonna stand out here for no reason?" You smiled at him.

His cigarette. It’s finished. He stares at it for a moment, almost surprised to realize he’s smoked it gone. He doesn't even remember getting rid of it.

He’s never been this distracted before.

He looks down at you, and his heart lurches at the sight of your smile. God, you're beautiful.

“Yeah,” he says lamely.

Way to sound like an idiot.

He mentally curses himself for being so awkward. For losing his cool. He’s supposed to be a soldier, a strong, confident man, not a mess of nerves.

“I mean—” he starts to say, but he doesn’t really know how to finish that sentence.

He can feel his ears getting red, the embarrassment creeping in. He’s never been this awkward with girls. He should be smoother than this, but the nerves are making his brain too slow. He looks down at you, trying to think of something clever to say, something suave, anything, but he feels like a damn teenager again.

He clears his throat, hoping to sound more like his usual, composed self.

“I have no reason to go back inside.”

"Fair enough," You conceded.

He’s standing here with you, having this easy conversation, and it feels so normal, so natural, like this is something regular friends do.

Like the two of you are friends. You aren’t, he reminds himself. This is a one time thing. A one time conversation. Nothing more.

But he doesn’t want it to be nothing more.

He wants more.

The thought jolts through him, making his heart stumble.

He wants more.

He wants to talk to you again. He wants to know your secrets, your stories, your dreams and fears.

He wants to know you.

"What’s your name?" he asks suddenly. Your real name. Not a callsign, or what others call you.

You give your name, speaking softly, sweetly. Like a soothing caress. Like a warm hug for his cold soul.

The sound of your voice is beautiful, just like you.

He wants to hear more of it.

“I’m Simon,” he introduces himself, even though you probably already call him by Ghost.

But he wants you to know his name.

"It's nice to properly meet you," You smiled.

He has to stop himself from melting. The sight of you smiling, the sound of his name coming from your lips… it all creates a dangerous mix in his heart.

Dangerous, dangerous, dangerous.

“Likewise,” he responds softly and then, because he’s feeling brave, because he wants to know a little more about you, he asks, “What made you choose the moon?”

"It's not that I chose it." You replied easily.

"I feel like it chose me."

He looks at you, that soft smile on your lips, and he can see it. The connection you have with the moon, the understanding between you and this lonely celestial sphere.

He doesn’t understand it, but he feels he’s beginning to. Because the same thing happened to him. He didn’t choose it, but it doesn’t give him up. It follows him, haunting him, reminding him of his deeds.

Perhaps they’re not that different.

Those words send a shiver down his spine. There’s something about how you say it, some melancholy hidden in your voice. Something that tells him that you and the moon have more in common than you’d like to admit.

“How so?” he asks softly.

You bite your lip with a shrug, "I'm not sure myself, it's just a feeling I guess."

He looks at you, really looks at you, and he can see it. That loneliness, that sadness, the pain hidden in your eyes. He knows those feelings because he’s felt them too.

“It chose well,” he murmurs.

You give him a small grateful smile.

That beautiful smile.

His heart stutters in his chest. He’s never wanted to protect someone the way he wants to protect your smile. It’s like a little piece of sunshine in a dark world. He wants to see it again. And again. And again.

“You deserve it,” he says simply.

"Think so?" You ask, preening.

He’s almost stunned by how shy you sound. Shy, like you don’t really believe you deserve it. How can you not realize how special you are?

How gorgeous you are, inside and out.

How many people should want you.

You don’t know how lucky he feels, just to be having this conversation with you, to have this moment with you.

You’re blushing.

The sight of your shy, bashful, beautiful face has him lost for words for a moment. He’s seen you in battle, all fierce and focused and badass, it’s a huge difference from this shy side of you. Both versions of you are beautiful. Both versions of you make his heart race.

“I know so.” he affirms.

He wants to reach out, touch your cheek, feel how soft your skin is. To trace the curve of your cheekbone with his thumb. To make your blush deepen with a touch. But he doesn’t dare. He knows it’s not allowed. It’s not what people in their positions do.

You’re his subordinate. You’re his teammate. He doesn’t have the right to touch you. He reminds himself.

But he wishes he did.

He clears his throat, trying to distract himself from that dangerous thought.

“Do you, uh, watch the moon often?” he asks, trying to keep the shakiness out of his voice.

His heart skips a beat when he sees you throw your head back and laugh, so openly, so freely. It’s a genuine, full laugh, one that seems to come from the very depths of your soul, and it’s the most beautiful sound he’s ever heard. He did that. He made you laugh.

He wants to be the reason you laugh every day. Every damn day.

“What’s so funny?” he asks, trying to sound annoyed, but there’s no hiding the smile tugging at his lips.

You shake your head and laugh again. That sound, god, it’s addictive. It feels like you’re pouring sunshine into his soul. But the sight of you, shaking your head and laughing, makes him think the question might’ve struck something deep. Something painful. Something you’re trying to hide.

And he wants to know what it is.

“Come on,” he says.

"Sorry, it just sounded so cliché."

He can’t keep the smile off his lips when he sees your grin. It’s mischievous, cheeky, beautiful. Just like you. He lets out a soft chuckle. He can't help it. Your grin, your honesty, it's adorable. It's so refreshing, so genuine. He doesn't know how to handle this version of you. The soft, vulnerable, sweet, beautiful version of you.

It's a little bit terrifying.

"Cliché?” he feigns offense, raising an eyebrow, “What’s wrong with being cliché?”

He crosses his arms as you shake your head again, mirroring your stance. He’s feeling bold, playful. He likes this side of you. He wants to see more of it.

"Come on,” he teases, "it’s a valid question.”

The two of you spend the night talking. Laughing. Bickering when you accidentally insult one of his favorite things, which is a silly thing to banter about, but you’re determined to prove him wrong.

And he’s determined to get you to agree with his correct opinion.

It’s light, it’s easy, it’s perfect.

He’s never had such a pleasant night.

Every time he makes you smile, every time he makes you laugh, his heart swells with pride.

He did that. He made you happy.

He wants to make you happy forever. The night passes in a blur, and he savors every second of it.

He looks at the moon with you for a while. He lets you talk about the solar eclipse that happened during the mission, how you were able to get a few pictures. He doesn’t care about the moon or the night sky. He's been watching you, under the night sky of stars his eyes are on you, illuminated by the stars. It’s beautiful. You are beautiful.

Just like the sun longs for the moon, he will chase after what he cannot have.

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amphibiahawks321 · 7 months ago

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Can you write Cassandra Cain stealing Male Reader hoodie/jacket?

🌑Night time🌑

Enters

[Y/N enters his bedroom]

M!Reader : Bed! ⭐v⭐ Oh I missed you so much!

[Y/N immediately plops onto his bed]

M!Reader : gosh I miss this thing....

[After Y/N relaxed a bit 15 minutes on the bed Y/N went to the closet and change to something more comfortable]

M!Reader : Now this is what I'm talking about!

[Y/N search for his hoodie inside the closet]

M!Reader : ....Huh? Where...

[Y/N keeps searching]

M!Reader : Where the heck is it? I swear I put it in here yesterday....

[Y/N felt a breeze]

M!Reader : And why is it so cold here?

[Y/N walked up to the window and sees that the window looks closed but the window hook isn't connected]

M!Reader : HUH!? Someone broke in!?

M!Reader : .....Oh no

[Y/N immediately checks the drawers]

M!Reader : Oh thank goodness!

[Y/N pulls out his computer and starts hugging it]

M!Reader : Thank goodness you're safe!

M!Reader : But it doesn't look like anything Is stolen? My clothes My posters and my computer are still here....

M!Reader : Well except for my.....

M!Reader : ......

M!Reader : Don't tell me she....

☀️Morning time☀️

[Cut to Cassandra outside Y/N's bedroom window]

[Cassandra sees that the window's hook isn't connected and enters from the window]

Cassandra Cain : Well that's an easier way

[Cassandra sees Y/N's computer open with his favourite show on, a bag of chips next to his bed and his headsets next to the computer]

Cassandra Cain : Chuckles must've been doing another marathon

[Cassandra opens his closet and is about to place his hoodie back]

Cassandra Cain : Wait... Y/N usually doesn't wake up this early-

M!Reader : Your right...

[Cassandra Immediately shocked and looks next to her to see Y/N standing beside the door]

M!Reader : HA! BUSTED!

Cassandra Cain : ....Have you been standing there waiting for me to enter the whole time?

M!Reader : Nope! I just changed the time on my alarm! Now, Explain yourself!

Cassandra Cain : O-okay I get that this looks a little bad-

M!Reader : Cass you broke into my bedroom...

Cassandra Cain : .....

Cassandra Cain : Okay this does look bad....

M!Reader : Explanation?

Cassandra Cain : I just really miss you when I always patrol so I kindaaaa.... needed something to keep me company when I kick some asses....

M!Reader : .....

M!Reader : That is the most badass yet also the most sweetest thing I have ever heard...

#male reader #cassandra cain #reader x cassandra cain #cassandra cain x reader #wayne family x reader #reader x wayne family #dc #dcu #dc x reader #reader x dc #dcu x reader #reader x dcu #wayne family #wayne family adventures

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angel-of-the-moons · 8 months ago

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A Benevolent Hand

Khonshu x Fem!Moon Knight!Reader

TW/CW: NSFW, Smut, masturbation (Fem), fingering, dirty talking, degradation(?), Khonshu wants to actually fuck you but won't admit it because he's a prideful shithead

MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

A/N: did I stay up until ten last 4am to spit this shit out? Enjoy whatever horny poetry my sleep deprived brain supplies you. Be free, my horny little doves *yeets y'all into a field*

Also idk why but this gif does things to me

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It was a dull, dead night. There were no evildoers to stop, no killers to send to the sands of the Duat.

Even Badr told you to go home and rest, you deserved it after your diligent work and devotion to your god.

But, of course... "settling in" for the night wasn't something you know how to do anymore.

You've been Moon Knight for so long you weren't even sure what normal people did during quiet nights at home, anymore.

You ate, showered, exercised in the cramped space of your seedy apartment, before sitting on the couch to idly flip through channels, clicking your tongue and reminding yourself to sign up for some streaming services or pirate some stuff at the local library.

You were so bored you settled on an old corny horror film from the 80s, R-Rated and strangely enough, uncensored. But then again, adult channels were still a thing apparently, so you settled in for some cheap blood and guts, stupid busty camp counselors and a masked killer.

But of course, the sex scenes were there, as well. It didn't show anything like porn would, but the actors did a good job of "having" sex beneath the covers, their bodies flushed and sweaty as they went at it like rabbits, panting and saying things to each other in shared breaths.

They were gonna die, that's how these things went. You have sex in a horror movie, you die. The psychos from Scream got that part right about the ole cliché.

But... The way they acted with each other, playing out the part of a couple very much in love and very horny had you... bothered.

You craved that kind of intimacy. Sure, you can go out and find someone to hook up with, have a forgettable one night stand with some idiot at a bar... but it didn't have the physical closeness that was acted out on the cheap flat screen in front of you.

Being a Fist of Khonshu was often lonely life. You couldn't engage in the seeming frivolity of a relationship that was seen every day you walked down the street. No bed warmed by another body, no good morning kisses, no... love?

You shoved those melancholy feelings aside for now, deciding to focus on the throbbing heat blossoming between your legs.

You bit your lip and slid your hand down your front, slipping it beneath the waistband of your pajamas and beneath your underwear, touching the slick wetness that began to coat and soak through the fabric covering you as the movie droned on.

Your fingers slowly started circling your clit as you breathed out a hot puff of air, eyes closing momentarily as you imagined it.

You, with a man who was head over heels with you, tangled up in the sheets.

Sweaty, groping hands pawing at slick skin, tongues dancing as you kissed like you were all the two of you needed to breathe--

Your fingers began to increase their movements, gathering your sweet juices on your fingers to lubricate your clit as you circled with more need.

You dropped your head onto the back of your couch with a pathetic groan, eyes closing as you let the mental image take a better shape, using the sounds from the TV to help mold the scene for you and your faceless, imaginary lover.

You grunted and kicked off your bottoms and underwear, discarding them on the floor as you spread your legs, one foot resting on the cushion to allow better access as your other hand groped at your breast over the fabric of your threadbare tank top.

"Fuck." You cursed aloud to yourself, falling back into your fantasy as your fingers played with your wet, puffed folds.

Your lover would slowly slink down your body, his lips and tongue pressing on your skin until his mouth reached your hip bones.

He would kiss your clit before licking up your slit, his tongue teasing your entrance, tracing it before he wrapped his lips around the bundle of nerves at the top.

You let out a heady moan, your toes curling as you held back the urge to plunge your fingers inside of you; for now settling on focusing your attention on your twitching clit.

You roll your hips in time with your hand, sliding your hand beneath your top to squeeze your breasts and roll your nipple between your fingertips.

Your lover would lick, kiss, nip, and tease you. He would rut his nose against your clit as his tongue--

Your mental fantasy bubble popped when you felt a very large, very warm, and very real hand slide down your torso, leaving a blazing trail beneath your skin in its wake.

"I sometimes forget how often mortals have these urges." The deep, raspy voice that the hand belonged to sighed out, his tone dripping with... disappointment? Boredom?

You snatch your hand away from your core and instinctively try to close your legs, to conceal your shame as the ancient being crowded around you, the dry smell of sand and spices assaulting your nose as his heat threatened to overwhelm you as he leaned over the back of the couch.

"K-Khonshu--!" You sputter, almost gawking as his bare hand slides to replace yours, his large, thick fingers spreading your lips and gathering your wetness on his digits.

"A rather needy thing, aren't you?" His voice murmured, almost a humored huff coming from him as his thumb circled your clit, sending bolts of pleasure jolt up your spine.

You bite your lip to stifle the whimper that wanted to come out; shame blending in an intoxicating cocktail as your very ethereal and otherworldly benefactor began to pick up where you left off.

"You were being so loud a moment ago." He chastised, his fingers moving very quickly over your clit, his mind focused on how the little nub was swollen and twitched beneath his grasp.

"Don't bother concealing it from me, now, you needy little thing. You're like a cat in heat, right now." You could feel his voice rumble through your, your bones trembling and the deep baritone vibrating your clit as your hand gripped weakly at his forearm.

Your stubborn pride told you not to, not to give in, that this was probably one of the most shameful things a god could catch their follower doing, but...

Most gods wouldn't participate, now would they? Surely, they would chastise you, or walk away and leave you alone to tend to yourself.

When you didn't comply, he grunted and pulled his hand away, your dripping cunt lamenting the loss of his warm touch; hips chasing him for more.

The characters in the movie long moved past the intense love-making between the protagonists. One of them screamed as they found the dead body of one of their friends.

"Disobedient little runt. I will not give you what you want so easily, especially not if you defy me."

The threat was cold, and... oh, fuck it.

"I--I'm sorry." You whimpered, your head dropping back once more, this time hitting the stiff bicep of his other arm he used to brace himself on the couch.

"Good girl." He purred, his hand once more resuming his cruel, blissful torture.

You hiccuped and moaned, rolling your hips once more, this time into the touch of another as heat bloomed low in your belly; molten lava creeping through your veins like thick molasses.

Your chest heaved as his other arm curled around you, his hand taking the soft weight of your breast into his palm, kneading the mound of flesh and pulling your nipple in perfect synchronicity with his other.

"Oh, ffuuuh--" You panted, your body caged from behind as the ancient deity whose age was beyond counting helped you rub one out on your dingey, shitty couch in the dead of night.

You felt your womb throb, wanting desperately to have something inside--

"Poor thing." Khonshu tsk'd. "Could you not find someone--something--to satisfy you? Here you are, rutting against my hand like it is all you know how to do. Pathetic."

You moaned louder this time, arching your back at the words he spat at you. You weren't one for this kind of dirty talk... but having it come from him had your head spinning like you had just gotten off of the tilt-a-whirl on Coney Island--but in a sinfully delicious way.

"Perhaps I should have left you alone. You seemed quite consumed by your little fantasy." He mused, his thumb pressing so hard against your clit that it had you seeing stars behind your eyelids.

"What were you imagining, little dove?" He rasped lowly, the dry, smooth side of his beak sweeping against you, feeling almost cool to your blazing cheek as you leaned into it.

"A nobody? Playing house with you? Laying you down in bed and devouring you like a banquet, perhaps?"

Oh, little did he know how close to the truth he actually was.

Or maybe he did know, and was using it to merely drive you over that mind-numbing precipice you wanted so desperately to fling yourself off of?

You could never tell with him, not when he was playing his mind games.

"I... Uh--ah--" You whine.

Khonshu's fingers pull up enough to slap your clit, the sudden feeling making your body jerk against him as the sound of your went cunt was heard even over the volume of your forgotten movie.

"I am reciting rhetoric. I will talk, and you will listen." He growls, his hand sliding down, his palm grinding against your clit as his fingers toy with your fluttering entrance.

Oh, you were so close, so fucking close. If he would just--

"I don't understand how mortals can function when urges like these are so strong." He sighed boredly, as if he wasn't currently fucking you with his hand, teasing your needy hole but not giving what you were truly craving...

"You are destined for more than a pathetic little house with a yard and a garden. You were meant to carry out my will."

That irked you, deep down. Yes, you knew attaining that very thing was highly unlikely for you, but he didn't have to insult you for fantasizing about being normal.

"F-fuck you." You managed to spit out, eyes crossing as they rolled back into your skull, your voice lacking the conviction and venom you wanted it to.

"You seem to be doing just that, my dear." He tipped his head to the side in a jerking motion.

He gave you not a moment to ponder his words as he hooked a thick finger inside of you, curving upwards and pressing hard against that textured spot inside your spongy walls, making you cry out and lift your hips off of the couch

"...In a manner of speaking." He sighed, pumping his finger in and out, paying extra attention to that oh so delicious spot within you, mapping out your very insides with methodical precision, quickly finding the method to get the best reactions out of you as your walls clenched down around him.

"Look at you, so desperate that you are letting me do this to you." Khonshu mocked softly, a chuckle coming from him as his fingers plucked your nipple and his palm ground hard onto your clit.

"Do you like this? Your god giving you such special attention?"

You keened, panting hard as your orgasm began to swell, each pulsing wave battering down the shores of pride and resolve you had struggled to build over the years of serving out the will of this... god.

"Ah... You are close, are you not?" He teased you, "Let's see..."

He managed to slip another finger inside of you, a groan actually rumbling out of him. You never thought you'd heard a sound like that from him.

But then again, you never expected him to finger-fuck you in your own couch before, either.

"You're tight, little bird." He growled, his voice strained as he scissored his fingers in and out of you, shoving you forcefully to the edge of the shores of your oblivion.

"When was the last time you bedded anyone other than your own hand? Months? Years?" He huffed, pumping them in and out of you rapidly, now.

You were so close you could feel the waters of sybaritism that you could taste the very petals of a lotus on the tip of your tongue.

"No wonder you have been so testy as of late."

Almost.

So close.

Just a bit more!

He leaned over, holding you to him almost like a child clutching a beloved toy; only it was far from something so innocent as you ride his hand like your life depended on it.

Your mouth open, your tongue just barely peaking over your bottom lip as you finally dove into the warm waters, silently waiting for the petals of a lotus to fall onto the wet, writhing muscle; drowning in each drop as your orgasm dragged you out to tide, drowning you as your god dabbled with your most intimate parts in such hedonistic fashion.

You were so lost in your post-coital haze that you didn't even register his hand leaving you until his body retracted; leaving you bereft of his warmth.

You turned your head in time, your eyes bleary, blood-shot and faraway as you watched him turn, toying with the sticky wetness coating his skin.

"Don't fall into this trap again, little dove." The god of the moon tells you over his shoulder, before disappearing in a cloud of mist.

But most certainly not before you had taken notice of the prominent bulge beneath his bandages and robes...

#moon knight #khonshu #khonshu x reader #khonshu x you #khonshu moon knight #moon knight khonshu #khonshu smut

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tokutaiseichan · 3 months ago

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You guys ever think about how the prophecy was talking about a "new moon" and how MC's almost-canon-name is "Luna"?

By the way, you guys know what happened on September 3rd? MC got cursed and sent to Darkwick as a result. Incidentally, (assuming Tokyo Debunker's story took place in 2024...) September 3rd would also be a night of new moon. 🌑

Coincidence? Perhaps it is... but!

I know this is a reach but what if the prophecy wasn't only talking about the ghouls but also MC?

There's also how MC got placed in / associated with the old Clementia dorm and Clementia is supposedly the Roman goddess of salvation and mercy.

Ringing any bells?

#don't mind me much since it's another #[Detective Reaching Mode Activated]#tokyo debunker #tkdb theory #i guess?#this is biased but i hope tkts-chan is the most special girl ever in the tkdb universe (acting like an doting parent) (is insane)#anyway the prophecy is prolly the reason why the Institute is trying to collect ghouls from all over the world #(don't think too much of it tho; it's anime logic on the work here)#there are so many possible interpretation of the prophecy but i'm currently not coherent enough gomen #re-reading this post and everything may not be related much #i really does sound insane #this is what happened when you lack sleep folks

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lunarmoonanons · 1 month ago

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Fire and Salt Chpt 1 (Season Two)

🌕 🌖 🌗 🌘 🌑 🌒 🌓 🌔 🌕

YN loved Lucerys as if he was her own child. Love hurts just as much as grief.

🌕 🌖 🌗 🌘 🌑 🌒 🌓 🌔 🌕

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Years Ago

YN found sleeping in her new chambers hard. She was used to the warmth and silence of the Red Keep and the sounds of Kings Landing. Here on Dragonstone, storms and waves kept her up at night. And more so she missed her friend Aemond, as the two would sneak away at night to play or read old stories together. Now she was without her friend and kept up at night with the sounds of the ocean and the occasional storm that would come through.

Her rooms felt cold even with the fire that was kept lit at night. Her life was different on Dragonstone. She had a dragon now and a stepfather. She knew this would be difficult for her brothers as it was for her. YN was the oldest, she had her own room and a responsibility to her little brothers. And to her new step sisters. Baela and Rhaena were nice enough if not a little shy with her and her family.

The sound of the ocean was loud indeed, and her pillows were warm as well as too stiff. YN tossed and turned, her blankets getting kicked down her bed and pulled back up again. YN sighed and stared at her ceiling. Sparing one look at her fireplace, then to her doll sitting on the table beside her bed. It was a pretty thing that her grandfather, Viserys, had made for her. YN touched the silk covering on her pillow, something her grandfather, Corlys, insisted on since it would keep her hair from getting frizzy as it used to before he stepped in. YN didn’t know why she was thinking about her family at the time she should've been sleeping, she guessed it was because she missed Aemond and on nights like these the two would sneak off together.

As YN resigned herself to getting only a few hours of sleep, her attention was drawn to the foot of her bed and the sound of whimpering. She sat up and saw her little brother Lucerys standing at the foot of her bed. YN rubbed her eyes and sighed at the sight of her brother. The boy didn;t move, just stood there twiddling his tiny hands and looking at her.

“Oh Luke…” YN cooed and sat farther up on her bed. “What’s wrong?”

The boy didn’t respond, trying to keep the tears out of his eyes and looking at her. YN sighed and looked at her door, which was only slightly ajar.

“Well come on.” YN said and patted the space next to her. “Come up to me.”

Luke still didn’t say anything and practically leapt into the bed with her. He got close and YN held him, letting him rest his face in the crook of her neck as he always did when he hugged her. YN hummed and rubbed his back, bringing her hand to play with his brown curls. Luke seemed to calm down enough as his sister comforted him.

“What was it, Luke? Is it dark?” YN asked and pulled away.

“I miss father.” Luke whispered and looked down.

YN’s lip stretched to a line and she swallowed her grief at the mention of her father. She still couldn’t talk about it. The smoldering sight of her father’s burnt corpse still on her mind. She remembered the smell and the sound of smoldering skin. Thankfully her brothers never saw the sight, she didn’t think her little brother could handle the sight. She barely could.

“I know. I miss him too.” She sympathized. “I miss him everyday.”

“You do?” Luke asked and looked up at her.

“Mhmm.” YN hummed, looking up at the ceiling to not cry. “I miss him when I look at SeaSmoke. I miss him when I smell a ship. I miss him when I look at you and Jace. I… miss him a lot.”

“Oh… I’m sorry, YN…” Luke tried to comfort her.

YN looked down at him again, smiling at his attempt. She hummed and placed three kisses on his forehead. Luke smiled and rested his face in the crook of her neck once again. YN rocked them back and forth humming a sea shanty their father had taught them. She memorized them all and took them all to heart.

“Will you ever leave me?” He asked in a quiet voice.

YN shook her head and rubbed his back once again. “Never. Even when you’re Lord of the Tides and I’m a master of ships. I’ll still be there to call you my baby and pinch your cheeks.”

He laughed a little when YN poked his sides and then began to tickle him. Luke laughed and tried pushing her hand away. YN smiled and began placing kisses on his cheeks, blowing raspberries on the chubby cheeks. YN loved doing this to her little brother. He tried pushing her away but she relented and allowed him to push her down on the bed. She smiled and giggled a little at his smiling face.

“Can I stay here tonight?” Luke asked.

“You can stay… Just don’t drool on my pillows.” YN teased and allowed him to cuddle up next to her. She still felt restless, but listening to his soft breaths eased some part of her.

She looked down at him and smiled.

~~~

Years later

YN paced in her rooms. Her hair was a mess from how much she had been tugging at it. Tears embedded down her cheeks from the constant crying she had been doing. Her throat hoarse from the screams of anguish she had let out earlier. Earlier she had Luke. Earlier she tried to place herself between him and Vaghar. YN looked down at her arms, at the cuts she had inflicted on herself from her grief, that was before Daemon had ordered all sharp objects removed from her persons.

“Lucerys… Luke… I’ll get you. I’ll find you.” YN muttered to herself and burst out of her room.

Daemon had been walking to her room when he saw the girl running down the hallway. He grabbed her before she could pass him and looked into her face. Her eyes were manic, her teeth bared, and she was breathing heavily.

“You must wait for your mother.” He tried to reason.

“I have to get him. I have to get him back. He could be in that ocean, he gets green sick. He doesn’t know how to swim very well. I have to grab him from the water before He drowns.” YN said in quick succession.

“No. Now your mother has already left, we can’t have every dragon flying out of here to get his remains.” He tried to reason but it made her more frantic.

“He’s not dead! He’s out there! I have to get him! Let go of me!” She screamed and twisted in his hands.

“He’s not out there. You must wait for your mother.” Daemon was trying to be patient.

“Yes he is! My little brother! My responsibility! I have to get him back before Aemond finds him!” YN tried reaching behind Daemon.

“He’s gone!” Daemon was stern and shook her slightly. “Look at me!”

YN stared at his face for only a moment before breaking down once again. Her hands going back to her hair and her breaths heaving as she cried in his arms. Daemon looked down in pity at this broken girl. Sighing at her sobs that it was her fault. He picked her up and guided her back to her rooms. Sending a glare at the two guards that were supposed to be watching her rooms.

“Make sure she stays there until she’s no longer a danger to herself.” He ordered.

YN somehow made it back to her bed and looked at something Daemon had left on her table. It was one of Luke’s shirts. YN felt the tears rising up anew as she clutched the fabric close to her body. Rocking back and forth as if she was rocking a baby.

Grief was a funny thing. A changing thing.

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sanjoongie · 8 months ago

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𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒆 𝒅𝒐 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔

🌑My submission for the Long Winter's Night event by @cultofdionysusnet

🌑Pairing: Shadow Demon! Choi Soobin x Human! Reader (f)

🌑Genre: smut, somewhat pwp, fluff

🌑Au: Supernatural au, demon au, shadow realm au

🌑Trope: strangers to lovers

🌑Rating: 18+, MDNI

🌑Warnings: tentacle sex, sex pollen, sub! Soobin, dom! Reader, 69 position, oral (m&f), deep throating, colored cum (it's my thing okay), oral fixation, spit kink, marking, nipple play, breast play, penetrative sex with no barrier, fingering (f), hand kink (because soobin has massive hands), aphrodisiacal cum, creampie, aftercare, sex in water, pull out method

🌑Word count: 4,277

🌑Beta’s: @downtoamagicalland & @mejuii

🌑Summary: During the day in which night is the longest, and therefore the shadows, you unknowingly walk into the shadow realm, but luckily, a demon takes you under his… shadow tails

🌑divider by @cafekitsune

“Goddamn last-minute customers,” you grumbled to yourself as you reached for your keys in your purse.

It was late at night, with the full moon high in the sky. One would think it would illuminate the world a little bit more, but to you, it just made it so the shadows were longer.

You had just finished your shift at work and had locked up, but not before getting extremely pissed off by someone who had claimed ‘they just wanted to look’ and kept you way past closing time. Still grumbling, you fumbled to unlock your car when you froze in fear. Were the shadows moving?

A street light went off farthest from you. You would have shrugged it off as a normal occurrence until the next one beside it and the one after that blinked dead. Fear gripped you firmly, but you didn’t drop your keys until what you could only describe as a mixture of a bull and a dog slowly moved out of the shadows. Smokey darkness clung to it, but its eyes were a bright blue that penetrated the darkness.

Then it broke out in a flat-out run towards you.

You turned as quickly as you could, dropping your purse and booting it out of the parking lot and down the road. No one was out at this hour, and even if you screamed for help, no one was coming. You could hear the scratching of the creature's nails on the pavement as it took the corner onto the road, and you knew you had no chance of outrunning it. Your eyes found an alleyway that surely the creature couldn't follow you into, and you squeezed into it.

You closed your eyes tightly, struggling with keeping your breathing at a slower pace. You didn’t want to give away your location, and you hoped that the creature would simply run by you and you would be safe.

You waited and waited, but you didn’t hear any growling to indicate the creature had found you. You didn’t hear any jaws snapping or cracking of the brick as it attempted to make a hole for itself to get to you. So you opened your eyes, but you were not met with the brick wall that had been before you only moments before.

Your lips parted in wonder at what your eyes took in. The entire realm before you was painted in dusky colors of purples and blues. Toadstools as tall as trees stretched up into a sky with beautiful celestial features. A golden bat screeched over your head, wings flapping enthusiastically. A silver hedgehog and its family snuffled around, looking for food. You were definitely not in your world anymore.

“What’s a human doing in the shadow realms?” A sultry voice said from seemingly nowhere.

“The…shadow realms?” You weren’t sure you heard right.

The voice sighed. “I forgot it was the longest night.”

You looked around, but you couldn't see anything other than beautiful blue moths fluttering in the air. “Listen, if you could just help me get back?”

Shadows pooled down a mushroom stalk, making a line down the pale flesh, but still, whoever was talking to you did not reveal themselves. “How did you get here?”

“There was a creature hunting me. I fit myself into an alley and closed my eyes, and now I’m here.” You shrugged. “You tell me.”

“I don’t… you didn’t come through a portal? No one tricked you to follow them in? Are you sure you didn’t hear any giggling?” The voice sounded hesitant now.

You stepped forward, swinging your head around, trying to locate the owner of the sultry voice. If you were to hazard a guess, it seemed to be a male voice, but you were in a world that wasn’t exactly familiar right now. “No giggling.”

“I guess I should escort you back to my hut. You’ll be safe there until I can help you find your way back. You don’t want to be out here. There’s much worse things out there than that creature, let me tell you.”

The line of shadow continued its trail down the mushroom’s stalk, skirting over rock and around flowers, and made an odd pool before your feet. Slowly, a figure emerged upwards. First a head, then shoulders, a narrow waist and legs. The figure stayed draped in shadows. It cocked its head at you.

“Who are you?” You gulped but dared to ask.

“A better question would be 'what am I?' but I guess I can answer your first question.” The shadows pulled back to reveal luscious lips and big brown eyes.

You bit down on your lip to suppress a gasp. It was a "he" and he was handsome. The shadows only pulled back to form clothing that seemed silky and soft, but you wouldn’t know unless you touched them, you supposed. “My name is Soobin.”

“I--”

Soobin held up a hand. “Don’t tell me your name. The less I know about you, the better. I’ll refer to you as Sunshine.” He pursed his lips to one side. “All you need to know is I am a shadow demon. This entire world is dangerous to a human. You come from a world that needs sunshine, and this world thrives on shadows and moonlight. Everything here is built to lure you to your demise. Even myself.”

You watched in slight awe and fear as several tail-like appendages fanned out from behind Soobin. He almost appeared as a fabled nine-tails. He was glorious and beautiful. But he had just finished saying he was a shadow demon. Surely you shouldn’t be thinking about him like that…

You laughed nervously. “But you’re going to take me to your hut? For safekeeping?”

The skin around Soobin’s eyes crinkled, and he laughed. “Yes.”

“Even though you just warned me that you are built to lure me to my demise?”

Soobin pressed his lips together in determination. “Yes. I may be built to do that, but I choose not to.” His dark eyes wandered around. “But not all demons will approve of my choice. We have to get moving.”

You followed your savior but you couldn't help but gawk at the world around you. A purple bear flashed its golden claws as it dug into a blue beehive. A silver owl swooped overhead, catching mice also out for the (day?) night. You came across beautiful blue flowers that smelled divine. You picked one and inhaled deeply. It was such a beautiful place, if not for Soobin’s warning, you almost didn’t want to leave.

Your body began to tingle. Your hand smoothed over the rough bark of the silver tree beside you. You gasped at how pleasurable it felt. Your lower half tightened and your nipples pebbled. You felt like you were just thoroughly made out with, you were so turned on. Where did this come from?

Soobin turned around from walking in front of you. His lips were so plush. What would they look like wrapped around your fingers? Do Shadow Demons have oral fixations? Would he let you sit on his face? You shook your head. The hell was wrong with you right now?

“Are you okay?” Soobin was standing right in front of you now, not a hair's breadth away.

You sucked in your breath. “No.”

Soobin frowned cutely. He manhandled you gently, turning you around, looking for scratches or leeches. You were a human, a creature of light. Everything in the shadow realm wanted to suck the sun from you. “How do you feel?”

"Like I want to pin you up against a tree and take you in my mouth,” you deadpanned.

Soobin broke eye contact with you and swallowed loudly. “Shit.”

You brushed your lips against Soobin’s lips while you spoke. “Would you? Would you let me?”

“You are infected with our flower’s pollen. You don’t know what you’re saying.” Soobin danced out of your reach easily. His shadow tails held your wrists loosely.

Soobin shook his head vehemently. “Sunshine, you have to resist.”

“I don’t know what kind of flowers you have here, but I smelled one earlier that smelled divine,” You purred.

You couldn't stop eyefucking Soobin. You licked your lips. “You could pin me to the tree instead. Fuck my face. I’ll be good to you, Soobin.”

“Resist what, Soobin?” You wondered, tilting your head. “Is it because I’m human? I may not have a second pussy, which I'm sure your females have, but I could be so good to you. Just give me a chance?”

“There’s a way to turn the lust,” Soobin licked his lips gratuitously. “You could turn it to violence. There is a tree that bleeds red sap. I could give you an axe, and you could--”

“Soobin,” you whined. “I want you. If I wanted to just get off, I could hump that rock over there. I want you! I’ve been turned on and resisted before. This is different. When I think of you, the need only amplifies. I want YOU.”

Soobin looked at you through his fringe. “I won’t have you against your will. Are you sure it is not the lust clouding your mind? That you can think of nothing but sex? Was I revolting before you began to feel this way?”

You willingly raised your arms above your head, and Soobin’s tails allowed you. You crossed your wrists, hoping you looked like you were an offering for him. “I give my body willingly to you.

Soobin continued to meet your eyes and then looked away. “I am not a dominant. I do not initiate coupling.”

“You have permission to take all the pleasure you need from me,” Soobin offered you, sooty eyelashes kissing his cheekbones, in deference. “I hope you aren’t insatiable and can find some relief with my body.”

Soobin’s face became rosy, and you couldn't help but coo. His shadows let you go, and you rushed to cup his face. You licked Soobin’s lower lip for access to his mouth. He parted his lips slightly, and you captured his upper lip between yours in a sizzling kiss.

You moaned into his mouth. “You taste like the night air and bitter berries.”

“Are you sure, Soobin?” You pressed your fevered forehead to his.

“Your need for me is alluring,” Soobin said, biting deeply on his lower lip. “I am eager to see what you would do to me given the chance.”

You were eager to taste everything about him. The thin, almost silky-like clothing he wore was discarded easily. You licked and sucked his jaw, neck, and down his pecs. You played with his nipples when you realized he was sensitive and cried out when you did. His hands had gone around your body immediately, hands digging into the flesh of your ass deeply. He bucked his growing hard-on against your stomach.

“You need to be sucked into something, don’t you, sweet thing?” You cooed at the shadow demon.

Surely Soobin’s allure was his innocent eyes and his luscious lips. Who wouldn’t want to be lured into his embrace to find what he was capable of? He nodded, dark eyes on yours, a curious gaze set to them.

You popped off Soobin reluctantly. You spat on the head of Soobin’s cock and frowned when it was colored a dusky lavender. Was that your spit or was that Soobin’s cum? “Did your precum just get me wet?”

You dropped to your knees, and your hands smoothed up his hip bones. You mouthed gently at his hard-on and Soobin moaned deeply. He was so velvety smooth yet hard against your lips. He smelled like the deep, sweet earth, and you wanted to bury your nose into his skin.

You held his cock with both your hands wrapped around them and sucked on the tip of his dick. Soobin let out a choked moan, head tipped back, and Adam’s Apple bobbing freely. You used both your fists to jerk him off, sucking and licking the top of his head. Your tongue tingled and you felt your cunt gush with wetness.

Soobin smiled cutely, pushing the apples of his cheeks to prominent little bumps. “This realm is dangerous, I told you that. My bodily fluids are made to make mating with a human easy. How else are we to eat your light?”

You got rid of your own clothing quickly. You then snatched Soobin’s hand and tugged him to lay down on the soft moss under your knees. You straddled his body, your head pointed to his feet, your cunt hovering over his head. “You can eat me like this,” You purred.

You felt airy wisps along your body and felt your body respond to it in kind. You turned your head to see two of Soobin’s tails were pulling your ass cheeks wide. You felt rather than saw Soobin’s tongue along your folds. The tip gathered your wetness along your folds, making you shudder, and then he stuck his tongue inside your hole. Your pussy clenched around the wet appendage. Soobin thrusted it in and out of you before burying his face deeper into your cunt.

Not to be outdone by the shadow demon, you laid your tongue flat against the bottom of your lip and eased his cock into your mouth and down your throat. You gagged only slightly before being able to settle him deep down your throat. You set the pace with your deepthroating, and found pleasure in the joint effort of your reduced breathing and Soobin’s tongue flirting with your clit.

Soobin was a mess under you. Your mix of spit and his cum was pooling along his pelvis in a cloudy lavender splash against his lovely skin. You could only imagine that your own cum and his spit had to be covering his chin and cheeks with how enthusiastically he was licking you.

“Sunshine?” Soobin said your nickname tentatively.

It was a fight between needing to moan as Soobin pushed you towards an orgasm and needing his cock heavy on your tongue. You couldn't seem to get enough of him.

Eventually, his tongue on you proved to be too much. You began to slurp and lick up the mess around his cock, leaving love bites along the way. Your nails dug into his sensitive inner thighs, leaving crescent moon marks as your climax overtook your body. You felt pleasure lick at your nerves but you weren’t satisfied, not completely.

“Soobin,” you whimpered with perhaps a little manipulation coating your tongue. “I ache. My pussy hurts. You’ll take care of me, right?”

You squealed when several of Soobin’s shadow tails moved under your legs and arms. They held your head aloft and lifted you off of him. Your body was in the air now, almost as if you were sitting on a chair.

His eyebrows tilted inwards as he appeared worried for you. “If I release inside of you, you’re only going to need me more. It’s never-ending. Are you sure?”

You allowed your lower lip to quiver. “I want your pretty purple cum to paint my insides, Soobin. Won’t you do me the honor? Or do you need me to pull you inside of me, sweet boy, hmmm?”

Soobin whined in the back of his throat. “Tell me what to do that will be good for you.”

Soobin’s tails supported you as you gestured for Soobin to come stand between your legs. “Bring that pretty cock to me, sweet thing.”

You grabbed the base of Soobin’s cock and tugged it until his feet moved him forward. You played the head of his cock along your folds. You could appreciate just how long he was now, in the most intimate part of your body.

Soobin eased inside of you, eyes on your face the entire time. Even once he was flush with your body, with your moans tickling his eardrums, he still pursed his lips in a question. “You really want this?”

“You sure are a funny demon,” you laughed and groaned at the same time. “Soobin, you’re cute. You protected me. I would have jumped your bones regardless of the flowers making me want to have sex.”

Soobin broke out into a smile that showed his dimples, and you almost swooned in his shadow tails. “Really?”

“Soobin,” you said his name in a sing-song voice. “You’re balls deep in me right now. Really.”

His body waved between your legs, a hand smoothing up your thigh in appreciation of your spread legs, just for him. “You’re squeezing me so tightly.” Soobin gasped as you clenched down at his sentence.

“You're so fucking loooooooong,” You moaned. “Fuck Soobin, are you--hnnnnnn!” Your words became incoherent as you felt him hit the end of you. This shadow demon really was made to breed.

“Is it too much?” Soobin checked in, eyes searching out yours as you opened your eyes.

“Oh no,” you laughed, “It’s just right.”

Soobin pressed his lips together and reached out to grasp both your breasts with his hands. His thumb rubbed against your nipples and you groaned. His hands were so big that they encompassed your breasts completely. Your hands glided over his hands and squeezed. “It’s so good, Soobin, please, give me more.”

“More?” Soobin wondered.

“Aren’t your tails meant to help too?” You prompted.

Soobin smiled again, and your heart skipped a beat. His eyes twinkled in merriment. Was he truly just happy between your legs? Happy to just be with you? “What do you want them to do?”

Soon, one of his tails was satisfying your oral fixation, entwining with your tongue, the light and airy material it was made out of making an entire new sensation in your mouth. His tails adjusted your stance so that Soobin’s hands were on your ass instead, splaying across your lower back and ass. His tails squeezed around your breasts, undulating and massaging them.

Soobin licked his lips. “Is it good for you?”

You laughed under your breath. “Soobin, it’s so fucking good, I think I’m going to go crazy with how good it is.”

“Good, because--” Soobin let out a desperate whine. “I’m not sure how much I can hold out anymore. I need to cum soon.”

You smiled teasingly. “Do you need permission?”

Soobin nodded enthusiastically. “You're the dominant. I’m only allowed to come inside of you if you say I can.”

You put a hand around the back of Soobin’s neck and pulled him in close. “Come for me, sweet boy.”

Soobin closed his eyes and shuddered. He groaned loudly, and his hips stuttered against you. You could feel him squirting inside of you, and you felt your body react to it. You felt the need to come, and you felt the desire to have Soobin inside of you for all of eternity. You wondered how many times a shadow demon could come, and would your body be able to keep up?

“Sunshine, Sunshine, come back to me,” Soobin whispered to you. His huge hands now cupped your face.

“Here Soobin, I’m here,” you panted.

“I don’t think I should have come inside of you,” Soobin said apologetically.

“Don’t apologize, you’re amazing,” you reassured him.

You looked down your body, covered in a light sheen of sweat and saw Soobin’s pretty lavender cum pouring out of your used cunt. Your lower half throbbed at the sight of the creampie. You had been so deep into your lust that you hadn't even felt him pull out.

“I can make you come again, but I don’t think I should use my cock,” Soobin winced.

You whined at the idea that he would not be fucking you with his pretty cock again. “No, Soobin, I need it!”

Soobin shook his head. “Don’t use your beautiful eyes against me, Sunshine.”

You squealed as Soobin’s tails turned you over, facing away from him. You had one tail wrapped around your middle, another brushing your hair from your face and two holding your arms behind your body.

You felt Soobin’s hand on your ass, rubbing circles on your ass cheek. “I can bring you with my fingers. That will satiate your body. I think the pollen will have run its course if I make you come.”

“Let’s say…” You could practically imagine the pained expression on Soobin’s face, “...I’ll finger fuck it out of you.”

“But your cum?” You panted.

You wanted his fingers inside of you. They were thick and long, and--You whimpered at the image.

“Oh god,” you moaned, “Please, whatever, just touch me, Soobin!”

Soobin wiggled and turned his middle finger inside of your pussy and you could feel his cum push out to make room for just one digit. You tried to push back on his finger but you had no leverage in this situation. “Another?” Soobin asked.

“Three!” You insisted.

“Someone’s greedy,” Soobin muttered.

Regardless, Soobin pushed three fingers into your used hole, and you groaned in happiness. Soobin must have bent over at his waist because his head was besides yours, still fucking your cunt with his fingers. “I’ll carry you back to my hut, don’t worry, I won’t leave you here.”

“Right there, Sunshine? Does that feel good?” Soobin whispered against the shell of his ear. He kissed your temple and murmured words of encouragement.

“Such a--” You had meant to call him a gentleman, but Soobin was no longer pushing his fingers into you with abandon. He crooked his fingers, and he was brushing against the spongy part inside of you that would allow you to see stars. “Oh fuck Soobin, right there!” You whined.

You felt his shadows flick across your nipples, in an interesting mimic of two tongues flicking your nipples. “Your fingers are splitting me. It’s glorious,” you grunted.

“I’ve almost got all of my cum out,” Soobin told you, “You ready to come, Sunshine?”

“So fucking ready, oh god,” You nodded.

Soobin ruthlessly thrusted into you, precisely stroking that part inside of you that made you come undone completely for him. You felt your body shudder, and you screamed in pleasure. You screamed Soobin’s name, you cursed, you convulsed as you came so hard. You weren’t sure if that was from the pollen or from Soobin’s cum, but it had been the best orgasm of your life.

Soobin’s tails cradled you until they safely deposited you in his arms, snatching your clothes up as he began to walk. At some point, he had acquired his silk-like clothing, and you snuggled into his chest. You could confirm they were indeed soft as they looked.

“I’m so glad you found me first,” you muttered tiredly.

“You’re lucky,” Soobin said to you as he strode in the direction of his hut. “If it had been Beomgyu that had found you, you’d be begging for hours to come.”

You giggled. Soobin almost sounded a bit territorial right now.

Soobin bathed you in a still, dark pool that his hut was built near. His hands on your body stirred some remnants of the lust still in you. You pulled him in with your arms around his neck again, and he groaned into your mouth. He fucked you underneath the sparkling skies above, unable to deny you anything, it seemed.

“Sunshine,” he cried out, pulling out just in time and you watched as his cum clouded the water.

You couldn't help but pout. “Soobin, you’re too much of a gentleman.”

Soobin’s eyes mimicked crescent moons, and he chuckled. “You do not have the energy for a frenzied sex session again, Sunshine.”

“Soobin?” You wondered as he brought you inside of his hut.

“Surely you don’t need more?” He said in disbelief.

“Maybe the appeal isn’t the pollen anymore,” you giggled, “Maybe it’s just you, Soobin. But that’s not what I was going to ask.”

“What if I can’t get back?”

Soobin gently laid you down on his bed, pulling soft warm material over your naked body. “What were you going to ask?” he said, bambi-eyes blinking down at you.

Soobin sighed heavily. “Then I suppose I’ll have to continue to protect you.”

You sat up, and the material slid back down to your waist. Soobin’s eyes were quick to scan over your body, although he should be already quite familiar with your naked form by now. His eyes were full of lust, regardless. “Will you do more than just protect me?” You asked

Soobin sat on the bed, leaning with one arm. “I think you’re a bit of a masochist, you know?”

You giggled, and Soobin quickly broke into laughter with you. “Yeah, I think so. But you know what? It’s not so bad to be driven mad with desire for you, Soobin.”

A light blush dusted Soobin’s cheeks. “You are a mystery to me. You are a human. You should be scared of how much you want to be with a demon.”

You cupped one side of Soobin’s face. “What if I don’t see you so much as a demon?”

Soobin’s eyes widened in surprise. “Then that would make you a very stupid human.”

You shrugged. “Then I guess you can call me dumb.”

Soobin shook his head. “Sleep. I will watch over you. Then, we will search for a way to get you back to the sun.” He looked at you with a bit of disappointment. “You won’t last long here. You do need the sun, regardless of how much you like it here.”

You yawned. “Then you should come back with me.”

Your soft snores made Soobin smile bitter-sweetly. He had to bring you back to the human world. But surely he could enjoy a few hours of watching you sleep, right? It was the longest night, after all. He only wished it was longer.

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starshideurfics · 6 months ago

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Thirsty Thursday - MerMay Part III

MerSteve part 3

Part II

steddie, omegaverse, mermay

Steve still doesn’t fully understand human mating rituals and customs. Back home, beneath the waves, he would simply have worn his pearls until he found a suitable alpha mer, then they would go to a cave to trade bites and plan their first clutch of eggs. That’s all it would take, and there would be no questions.

But Eddie says he means to do right by Steve, that he won’t let anyone look down on them for the speed at which they’ve gone from meeting to betrothed. Steve knows his family would think they were moving far too slow, but even the children who found Steve on the beach—who brought Eddie to him—are shocked when Steve’s clearly wearing a betrothal necklace a month after his sudden arrival at Hawkins Beach.

In all that time, Eddie’s cared for him, kept him safe, and shown him so many wonderful new things—both about the human world and about his human anatomy. Steve very much enjoys the intensity of feeling that Eddie wakes between his thighs. It only feels fitting to mate with him. To talk of pups and the future.

Which means they need to have a mating ceremony. One that requires special clothes. Nothing is more special than Steve’s pearls.

He knows he cannot wear them as he would as a mer. Even on the beach he is expected to be more covered up as a male omega than he ever was at sea.

And Eddie is so thoughtful, so perceptive, that he noticed right away how Steve was pining for his pearls. His final pearls were turned into his necklace—and into the single pearl drop earring Eddie now wears in place of the small silver hoop he got back in high school—but his heat pearls languished in the closet.

So, Eddie introduced Steve to his friend, Chrissy. She has a costuming degree, and when she isn’t designing shows for the local college, she’s taking commissions from local drag queens for over-the-top performance looks. She has the skills and experience to work with Steve’s pearls without damaging them.

Steve and Chrissy spent a whole afternoon together, getting to know each other, but also talking through exactly what Steve wanted for his mating ceremony dress. Chrissy sketches up a frothy dress, layers and layers that look like crashing waves and sea foam. And on top, she maps the shape of a corset, dotted with pearls.

Steve loves it. Can’t wait to see it finished. The day Chrissy calls him to come look at it, he cries. It’s everything he wanted and more.

🌑🫧🌑

Eddie and Steve have their ceremony on the beach, and Eddie cries when he first sees Steve in his dress, can barely keep it together through their vows. Steve beams, wiping away his new mate’s tears. They will do the actual trading of bites in private, but they’ve made their promises in front of their friends, and they still have plenty of dancing and socializing to do before they go home.

In fact, they end the night slow dancing, most of their guests already gone, just a few stragglers, plus Benny wiping down the Surf Shack bar.

Steve has his head pillowed against Eddie’s shoulder, his alpha’s citrus and bay scent strong in his nose. He yawns, and Eddie drops a kiss on his forehead. “Ready to make this official-official?” Eddie asks with a smile.

“Yes, want to be yours forever.”

“Then let’s head home, Sweetheart.”

Steve leans in for a kiss, only to squeal when Eddie picks him up and spins him around.

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By the time they get home, Steve has been laced into his corset for most of the day, and he just wants to take it off. Eddie has his shirt off pretty much as soon as they get through the door, but Steve needs help to undo the long line of laces at his back. But once it’s off, stepping out if his dress is easy enough, showing off the last thing Chrissy made him with his pearls.

The line of pearls along the open gusset of his panties have been teasing him all day, keeping him ready for his alpha, slick clinging to the strand already.

Eddie’s eyes go wide as saucers as he takes in Steve’s mating lingerie. “You’ve had that on all day?” he breathes, swallowing hard.

“Do you like it?”

A nod.

“Do you want to taste?”

Eddie answers by dropping to his knees and tracing his tongue along Steve’s surprise string of pearls.

He makes Steve come twice before they trade bites. And then Steve gets the thing he wants most: Eddie comes inside him for the first time without protection or pulling out. His mate is ready for a pup.

#steddie #omegaverse #alpha eddie munson #omega steve harrington #mpreg #ficlet #mermay #thirsty thursday

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Hello!! I'm a bit new to your writing but I'd like to request smth! :D

Could you do a Goodtimeswithscar Scar x GN!Cat-Hybrid!Reader? The reader has spots of fur on their body. It tends to poof up everytime Scar would compliment them! One shot or hcs are fine w me :))

-🌑 anon

OMG HEY HEY MOONY (i now will call you moony) IM SORRY THIS DID NOT SHOW UP ON MY PHONE INBOX BUT I IS ON MY COMPUTER THANK YOU FOR TELLING ME I MISSED IT!

𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒇𝒕= 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒃&𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒔🌱🧄🌿

Cozy kitty cat

GoodTimesWithScar x Gn!reader

Scar had always had quite an interest in the feline creatures and with that he even owned a friend of his own, Jellie, of course that along with his love for cats that meant he loved you quite a lot. when he first me you, aside from you already attention catching looks scar found great fascination in you cat like traits and soon this became one of his hobbies, trying to learn about your true self and kitty like antics.

Over time scar noticed even the smallest things about your hybrid side like how in the dark your eyes narrowed and you could always guide him through places at night, how every once and a while especially after sleeping you would stretch your back and arms out as far as you could and open your mouth showing off you pointy teeth, and how you would knead you hands into people after pouncing on top of them then continue to gently push you head into your friends rubbing you checks and hair against them.

This quest to learn more never failed to bore the young man but over time things started to change. yes your cat like features, antics, and habits where quite cute and charming but his focus on you shifted in a new direction.

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walking past a multitude of houses scar hummed gently, his steps had a swing in them and he seemed quite buzzy , the day was quite boring so far so Scar thought what better to do then visit his good friend, you. the flower sway beside him and he jumps up to you door, *knock knock knock* Scar pounds his fist on your door and waits for an answer, minutes past and the thought that you arnt home has crossed his mind but he shakes his head. only a few days prier the two of you talked about you weekly plans and you told him you would be home today.

after contemplating for a moment the eccentric man finally makes a decision, the window close to you door is open and it doesn't seem like you would get to angry at him...…

Scars foot balances between the porch and your window seal slipping back and forth he manages to pull him self through the opening. taking of his shoes he walks around your house with a big smile still painted on his face, a silly voice calls out your name but to no Advil there's still no response.

just before Scar goes to give up something catches his attention.

A shirt?

a shirt lays on the ground right in front of the laundry room, Scar picks it up and smiles at it knowing that its yours, trying to be kind Scar opens the laundry room door to put the shirt in there but to his surprise there you are laying on top of a piles of freshly dried clothes.

Scar cant help but laugh at the silly sight before him but try's to muffle his giggles as hard as he can as to not wake you up. as he calms down he cant help but stare, you lay there and somehow just from seeing you he feels calm, and purrs softly emit from you mouth and your ears softly switch.

slowly scar sits beside you on the massive pile of freshly clean clothing, towels and blankets and sinks in to the softness, his closes his eyes understanding why you fell asleep here, the makeshift bed is still super warm from the dryer and extra soft after being newly washed and after just moments he has already drifted asleep right beside you.

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your eyes flush open and you take a moment to adjust to the lights around you, looking around now awake a soft sound of breathing catches your ears, looking down beside you their sits scar and you cant help but heat up.

"huh... what time is it" Scar mumbles patting his hands around searching the room. "wait, Y/n! I forgot I came, did I scare you?" he continues speaking with a grin.

"What are you doing here Pretty boy?" you respond to his antics and you cling on to him pushing you ears as well as hair into the crook of his neck. Scar sits there all giddy over the nickname you commonly call him that he doesn't really notice that you turn on some lanterns until you have finished lighting them all.

"i was a little bored~ and what better to do then to visit my favorite catlike friend!" he pipes dragging out some of his word extenuating his smirky dimeter, the patches of you fur poof up as he finishes complementing you and your cheeks rose up as you tuck your face into you hands.

"Awwwww! i love when you fur poofs up like that" scar says reaching his hand you pet the soft patch on your right cheek and scratch the back of your ear, normally some cat hybrid didn't like when people touched them or pet them but you liked it to be honest you quite like when your friends pat you head or pick up on your cat like traits you found it to be quite endearing but with scar everything was different you loved it. Scar was your person always the kindest and most accepting of you he made you feel better then anyone had, the man loved you cat like self but overtime things changed.

"thank you Scar" you respond to his previous comment but little did he know that you weren't just thinking him for the complements he showered you with but for the love he shared with you. you pull scar up of the pile of now cold clothing and drag him to the living room, the couch is pulled out covered in piles of warm blankets and fuzzy pillows and the room is kept warm by the gentle fire.

Adding a few logs of wood in to the fireplace you finally sit down with Scar once again and the two of you huddle into the warmth of the house and each other. huh?.. wait is this normal for friends?......

Scar finally understands yes he loved your cat side but the only reason he loves it as much as he does is because its a part of you, everything you do cat like or not he loves and finds ever so charming, so he could care less hybrid or not he loves you.

three words come out of you mouth as if you had read his mind right as you fall asleep you cant help but say..

"i love you"

#hermitcraft x reader #gtwscar #hermitcraft #hermit x reader #3rd life #mcyt x reader #og mcyt #goodtimeswithscar x reader #goodtimeswithscar #cat reader

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