#I have to have some shorties around here somewhere

[adreamthatsworthkeeping]

Can I read 10 books in two days? Maybe...

[badkitty3000]

Five's Audition Tape

So, here's another one-shot I wrote a little while ago that I originally never intended on posting. But as I try and work on some new things, I figured I'd put this out there. It's another sweet, funny, sexy glimpse into the life of Five and his wife Vivian from my original series Halo. If you enjoy this one, you might like my full one-shot series of my two favorite horny lovebirds.

Summary: Vivian catches Five singing in the shower and secretly records the evidence. When she's caught, she tries to hide from him, which ends in some major rearranging of their kitchen pantry. What she doesn't know, though, is that their little closet bang is not the private moment they intended.

Five x Female OC, 4,179 words, one-shot

Warnings: Smut, Closet sex

Five thought it was a safe space. He thought he was alone. Alone and free to sing loudly and unabashedly in the shower without fear of judgment. He was very, very wrong. Because if there was one thing his wife lived for, it was catching him doing something stupid and using it for her own, personal gain.

No one would ever have thought in a million years that Number Five Hargreeves not only knows the lyrics to Shaggy’s 2000 hit Angel, but also secretly loves it and sings it at the top of his lungs when no one else is around. No one would have thought he’d do the accent when he sang it, either. But yet, there he was, scrubbing his hair behind the safety of the shower door, and singing lines like:

 Looking back Shorty always a mention

Said me not giving her much attention

She was there through my incarceration

I wanna show the nation my appreciation

Unfortunately for Five, he was not alone in the house like he thought he was. Vivian just happened to get home from work early and had come upstairs to change when she heard the speaker in the bathroom blasting out the Reggae-heavy song, accompanied by her husband’s very bad Jamaican accent.

She froze in place outside of the bathroom door, one hand on the doorknob and the other over her mouth to suppress her glee. She didn’t even know what to do first, she was so excited. Should she barge in and surprise him, scaring him and embarrassing him at the same time? Should she keep it to herself as ammo for the next time he annoys her? Or should she sneak in, record an audio clip on her phone, and send it out to his entire family? The choice was obvious.

With her phone in hand, Viv slowly and as quietly as possible turned the doorknob and pushed the door open. The music was playing loud enough that he shouldn’t have been able to hear her enter, and he couldn’t see through the frosted glass of the shower door. Still, she crept in on tiptoes, her phone already recording his secret bathroom concert. As she bit her lip to stifle the laughter that threatened to peal out of her at any second, Five continued to sing about his darling angel being closer to him than his peeps.

After she had recorded several seconds of it, she turned around to sneak back out the door. As she turned, though, her sleeve caught on a bottle of lotion next to the sink, tipping it over with a loud thump. Viv froze in place and Five immediately stopped singing. There was a brief pause of silence, and then the shower door flew open with a bang, revealing Five standing there with a deep frown of confusion on his face. Their eyes locked for a second before he looked down to the phone in her hand and then back up at her face. Viv broke into a grin. Then she made a run for it.

Normally, this would be a futile effort, since no matter how fast or far she tried to get away from Five, he always popped up in a blue flash, cutting her off from her escape with a cocky smile. But she had caught him off guard this time, and when she sprinted out of the bathroom, she slammed the door behind her so that he didn’t get a good look where she went running off to. By the time Five got his wits about him and grabbed a towel to wrap around his waist, she was long gone. Hidden somewhere in the house.

As Five began blinking randomly around the house, disappearing and reappearing in different rooms and closets, he smiled to himself. He was well trained in the art of tracking and hunting another human, but this was a very different game of cat and mouse they were playing. And he was most definitely going to be preying on this particular little mouse when he eventually caught up with her. Five stopped when he blinked into the living room. He pushed a hand through his wet hair and ran his tongue over his teeth with a smile.

“You know I’m going to find you, Vivie,” he called out. “You are a terrible hider and you can’t walk more than two feet without stepping on something or knocking something over.” He stopped and listened, but the house remained silent. “Brat,” he muttered to himself with a laugh.

He continued his blink-and-seek game, teleporting everywhere he could think of that she may have gone. He even blinked up to the attic, which he knew she couldn’t have easily gotten to, and almost bashed his head on the low rafters. She actually had him stumped for a minute, until he appeared in the kitchen and heard a noise. It was quiet, but he’d definitely noticed it. It was a crunching sound, like the sound of gravel beneath a shoe. Five smirked as he honed in on the location of the noise. In one perfectly calculated blink, he rematerialized inside the food pantry closet.

“Gotcha,” he declared just as Viv shrieked and took a step back, her back hitting the shelf behind her and knocking over another packet of crackers that had given her away in the first place. Five was right, she was a bad hider.

Five held her by her upper arms, a devious grin spreading across his face in the dim light, and squeezed his grip tighter. Viv was breathing hard from running and from being startled, but she laughed breathily.

“Hi, honey,” she said sweetly. “How was your shower?”

“It was very nice until I was rudely interrupted. Now tell me, my love, what were you doing with your phone?” Five glanced over at the shelf where Viv had set the phone, the screen still lit up with the family group chat ready to go. His green eyes flitted back to her face as she tried not to laugh again. “Oh, you think this is funny?”

“Do I think walking in on my elderly-but-not-really, ex-assassin, hard-ass, time-traveling husband singing a 2000’s Reggae/rap song in a fake Jamaican accent is funny and I need his entire family to hear it?” She beamed up at him with fluttering eyelashes. “Yes. Yes, I do.”

Five sighed loudly, tilting his head back before meeting her eyes again with a pitying look. “You know what’s going to happen now, don’t you, angel?”

Viv’s nervous swallow was audible in the small space they occupied. “You’re going to blink us both out of this closet and you’ll forget all about it?”

Five closed in on her, his half-naked body still damp with beads of water from the shower, his hair falling in pieces onto his forehead. He leaned in until his mouth was next to her ear, rubbing his cheek against hers.

“Wrong,” he whispered darkly.

He pressed up against her, pushing her harder against the shelves, the towel around his waist doing nothing to disguise his rapidly hardening erection. He moved his hands down to her wrists and held them tightly as he breathed hard against her neck. Viv could feel his damp hair tickling her face; his chest flush with hers.

“I do love it when you misbehave like this. It really gets me going.”

“Five,” Viv weakly protested, letting out a small laugh. “We’re in the kitchen pantry and our son is going to be home very soon. I’m not going to…”

She was cut off by Five’s thigh that he shoved between her legs, as well as the sharp nip he gave her neck as his hands tightened on her wrists.

“You’ll do what I tell you to do,” he hissed. “And right now I’m telling you to turn around and get that skirt up.”

It was dark in the closet, but enough light was coming in from around the door to illuminate Viv’s face so that Five could see the flicker of a smile cross her lips and that look in her eye that meant she liked what she heard. After years of marriage, he could read her like a book. And even if he couldn’t, the rapid change to her breathing would be a big hint.

She looked him in the eyes and whispered. “Let go of my wrists, then.”

Five let his grip on her go and Viv slowly turned around, just like he told her to; her ass brushing against him in the process because of the close quarters. She reached down and hiked up the hem of her pencil skirt, pulling it all the way up to her waist before grabbing onto the wire shelves containing their household dry goods with two hands. She pushed back against him as he let out a dark chuckle.

“Sometimes I think you do things just so you can be punished.”

With a firm tug on her hips, Five pulled her back, the large tent of his towel pressing harder against her backside. Viv’s hands tightened onto the shelves as she felt the towel drop to the floor and Five’s fully erect cock sprang to attention before rubbing between her ass cheeks and the thin material of her panties. His mouth was on her neck, hard and rough, as he started to mark the space next to her shoulder with his teeth. He let out a groaning sigh as he moved to another spot to do the same thing.

“What do you think, bad girl…” he mused quietly as his lips traveled to a new, unmarred area of her neck. “Are you wet enough for me yet?”

Five’s hand found its way around to her front, his long fingers creeping into the side of her panties and sliding up through her silken folds. He paused to bite down on the other side of her neck as a loud gasp caught in her throat. He continued his exploration, spreading her slick over her entire swollen heat, ending at her clit and expertly massaging it. Viv rocked her hips back and forth, wanting more pressure from his hand in front and his cock from behind.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Five smirked as she whimpered sweetly for him.

He considered his options of pushing her underwear to the side or removing them completely. He liked the idea of sliding inside of her while she was still fully clothed. But he also wanted as much access as he could get, so he removed his hand and shoved them down her hips so that they dropped to the ground around her feet. Viv automatically stepped out of them, her heels tapping on the floor as she readjusted and spread her legs apart.

Five wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her in tightly while using his other hand to position himself against her entrance, pushing inside of her with one thrust. The low growl he let out mixed with her moans as he bent her over as far as possible in the small space.

“That’s…oh yeah…that’s good,” Viv whined, hanging her head down and closing her eyes.

“I don’t want to hurt you, darling, but I need to fuck you hard,” Five warned, his voice tight with restraint.

Viv nodded eagerly. “I’ll let you know if it’s too much.”

He didn’t say anything else, just started pounding into her. Viv clutched onto the shelves tighter, Five’s hands wrapping around hers and squeezing them hard to steady himself as he nailed his wife from behind. The shelves began to shake and squeak loudly with the activity, the items on top of them shifting and falling over.

“Fi-ive…f-uu-ck…”

“Too much?” Five rasped between gritted teeth, continuing to drive his dick deeper and harder inside.

“Nooo…” Viv moaned. “No…keep going…more…”

“That’s my girl.”

Five’s grip tightened even more as he concentrated on giving her the fuck of her life. The added intensity shook the shelving unit harder; boxes of pasta and cereal, containers of rice, cookies, and crackers falling over and spilling onto the ground. Viv narrowly missed getting hit by a can of soup that rolled off the top shelf and loose Froot Loops were being crushed into brightly colored powder beneath Five’s bare feet.

“I. Love. You. So. Goddamn. Much.” Five was grunting with each thrust, his hips slapping against her ass while she made little whimpering noises, biting at her lips. “Even when you’re an evil little brat.”

Five…Five…I need…” she was gasping, trying to suck in air and talk at the same time.

“What, baby…tell me.”

“I need my hand,” Viv pleaded, trying to free her hand from under his.

Five let go of his right hand so she could release her own before grabbing back on again for leverage. Viv’s hand dropped down between her legs to finger herself while she was being railed as hard as possible.

“Vivie…” Five grated out, his voice hoarse. “I can’t keep…fuck, you feel so good!”

With Five’s amazing cock slamming viciously inside her and aided by her own fingers, Viv’s orgasm rippled through her body, her muscles contracting as she tried to hold back the loud screams that threatened to erupt out of her.

“Fuck!” Five yelled, clearly not concerned with his volume level, despite the fact that they may not have been alone in the house, or in a private area.

His own climax seemed to last forever as he pressed hard against her, pushing her against the shelves until her body was being crushed. The adrenaline from the intense finish masked the pain Viv normally would have felt if her chest was being smashed into the blunt edge of a pantry shelf. With their bodies starting to relax and their breathing still loud and gasping, Viv brought her arm up and rested her head on her forearm as she closed her eyes and sighed happily.

Five held her to him for a little longer, before slipping out of her and kissing the back of her neck. After a few more heaving breaths, Five moved aside so that Viv could straighten up and pull her skirt down.

“Now hand over the evidence,” Five panted, holding his hand out, palm up.

Viv had almost forgotten what landed them in the closet in the first place, and she glanced around. She saw the glowing light of her phone that had fallen onto the floor, along with all the food items. With a short laugh, she dove for it before Five could get at it.

“No chance in hell,” she smirked.

“Vivie…I swear to god if you send that to my—”

At that moment, from one of the upper shelves, an opened bag of flour tipped on its side and came crashing down, creating a giant plume of white dust that settled over everything and everyone in the tiny closet. They both cried out in horror.

As they stood there, covered head to toe in flour, with pulverized food debris and questionable other things on the floor, they blinked at one another in stunned silence. Viv was the first to start, beginning with a quiet snort that quickly devolved into her doubling over with laughter, then coughing from inhaling flour dust. As she tried to both laugh and cough at the same time, Five started in with a low chuckle while shaking his head like a dog to free the thick layer of white powder from his dark hair.

Just then, they both heard a noise from outside the pantry door. It was the sound of footsteps getting closer, followed by the voice of their son singing along quietly to some song that was playing on the noise-canceling headphones he seemed to wear at all hours of the day and night. As it turned out, this was a good thing, because neither one of them were entirely sure how loud they had been or how long he had been home. And even if they had kept their own noises to a minimum, the sound of crashing dry goods all around them should have been loud enough.

Viv’s eyes widened, knowing their teenage son was bound to be headed to the closet that housed all of the snacks. She looked up at Five, who read her mind and quickly grabbed her arm before blinking them out of there and into their bathroom upstairs.

As James headed in the direction of the sugary treats he was craving, he noticed the unmistakable flash of blue light coming from behind the closed door of the pantry. There were only two people in the house that could have made that particular color of light and he was one of them. He frowned before continuing closer. He took the headphones off and left them hanging around his neck.

“Dad?” he called, confused as to why in the hell his father would be inside a closed kitchen pantry. “What are you…”

James opened the door and stared inside. He wasn’t sure how a tornado could have ripped through one tiny closet while sparing the rest of the home, but that’s what it looked like. A dense cloud of flour still hung in the air and he waved his hand in front of his face and coughed. It was empty of any people, but it was certainly filled with a giant mess.

Boxes, cans, and plastic containers that once stored various food items were knocked over and either lying on their sides or upside down. Dried pasta and beans were mixed with a million grains of rice scattered into every crack and crevice of the floor. When he looked down and saw the remains of his favorite cereal which was now nothing but a bright pink and blue powder, he groaned sadly.

“No! Not my Froot Loops!”

Then he realized what else he was looking at. There, on the floor in a heap, and covered in a thick layer of white flour, was a wet bathroom towel and a pair of women’s underwear. James’ face fell and he couldn’t decide whether to scream or vomit. He clenched his teeth together and balled up his fists, unintentionally mimicking his dad.

“Seriously? In the food?” he grumbled out loud to himself. Then he threw his head back and yelled in the general direction of the upper floor, where he now knew his parents had escaped to. “You guys owe me a box of Froot Loops! And stop being so gross! People eat in here!”

There was no answer, but he sighed angrily and stuck his headphones back on, blinking himself one of the last bags of chips that were still intact before stalking back to his bedroom.

“And they wonder why I don’t want my friends to come over. Maybe because my parents are the two most disgusting people on the planet,” he muttered to himself while shoving a handful of Doritos into his mouth. “This family is so fucking embarrassing.”

Five had managed to blink himself and Vivian into their bathroom upstairs, which was now also covered in flour. Still stifling their laughs, they rinsed off in the shower, trying their best not to make a paste out of the mixture of water and flour in their hair. After cleaning up and toweling off, Viv was squeezing out the water from her hair when Five remembered something.

“Hey, where’s your phone? You still need to delete that shit off there.”

Viv eyed her phone on the bathroom counter and quickly grabbed it, clutching it to her chest. “No way, I’m not deleting that. That’s pure gold!”

“Vivian…” Five started in a threatening manner.

She smiled. “I promise I won’t do anything with it unless you piss me off or I need blackmail for something. Besides, it’s adorable.”

Five huffed. “Shut up.”

“Don’t tell me to shut up. You wouldn’t want to make me mad now, would you? There’s no telling what I might do…” She playfully held up her phone, pretending she was going to send something to the family group chat that had already been opened before their closet fucking had started.

Five frowned. “Why is the text thread blowing up?”

Viv turned the screen toward her and saw that new messages were flying in, one after another, all from Five’s siblings.

Diego: Holy shit, I almost crashed the fucking car

Luther: What the hell? 🤯

Lila: Oh god, I just threw up in my mouth

Luther: This was so much worse than walking in on you

Diego: Seriously, what is wrong with you two?

Viktor: I need to wash my ears out. With bleach

Klaus: Hey, what are we talking about?

Luther: I cannot express to you how much I never want to hear that again

Lila: Vivian, I have lost all respect for you

Klaus: Seriously, what’s going on? I accidentally left my phone on the bus for 5 hours and I just got it back. Eww, it’s sticky

Viktor: Please lose my number

Sloane: Really…that was pretty bad you guys

Diego: You are no longer invited to family game night

Lila: I hate you both

Klaus: Oh hey, there’s an audio message on here!

Luther: There is a child living in your home. Did you think about that? No, you only think of yourselves

Sloane: I’m sure he wasn’t home

Lila: I bet he was. Poor thing. I’m calling social services

Viktor: She’s just kidding, guys, no one is calling social services. But still…gross

Diego: The worst part is that I had just picked up some Thai food. Can’t eat now. Thanks a lot

Klaus: 🤣🤣🤣💀💀💀

Klaus: Didn’t think I could die but I just did

Klaus: I’m keeping this for future use. Next time send a video, I need a visual for maximal effect 🍆✊💦

Luther: Klaus, you’re disgusting!

Diego: Don’t yell at him, he doesn’t know any better. The other two know that it’s wrong. So, so wrong

Lila: Did there have to be dialogue? Can’t you shut up for the two seconds it takes you to blow your load Five? I can’t unhear that

Viktor: This is now the top most traumatizing thing I’ve had happen in my life. Which says a lot

Luther: You two have some serious issues, you know that?

Klaus: Has anyone seen my red sparkly belt? I need it for tonight

Diego: Klaus, how can you ask that now? And no, no one has seen your stupid belt

Klaus: Oh, are we still talking about the Fivey Fuck Fest? I thought we moved on

Lila: I want out of this family

Sloane: If I have to be here, so do you

Luther: I think we need to establish some rules for this group chat

Diego: Who made you ruler of the group chat? But yeah, we do

Luther: Rule #1: NO SEX IN ANY MEDIA FORMAT ON THE FAMILY TEXT THREAD

Luther: Everyone in agreement?

Diego: 🙋‍♂️

Lila: 🙋‍♀️

Viktor: 🙋‍♂️

Sloane: 🙋‍♀️

Klaus: 👎

Luther: Great, majority rules

Five stared at the phone, then back at Vivian, then back at the phone, his eyebrows crunched together.

“Did you…did we…”

Viv cringed. “I think so, yeah.”

Five pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes to gather himself. “Let me get this straight. You just sent an audio message of us doing it, loudly, to my entire family?”

“It would appear so, yes.”

“Vivian!” he cried, throwing his hands in the air.

Viv pressed her lips together to keep from laughing. “It was an accident!”

“An accident that wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t think you were so fucking funny and recorded me singing in the shower!”

The giggles she had been holding back started to bubble out. “I’m sorry. But it’s a little funny, don’t you think?”

“Not really, no.”

“Oh.” Viv snorted back a laugh and then fixed her face in an attempt to look serious again. “At least it was a good performance by you. I mean, it could have been worse.”

Five narrowed his eyes. “What’s that supposed to mean? When is it not a good performance?”

“Oh my god, Five! You’re making a bigger deal out of this than it needs to be.” She looked down at her phone and started typing.

“What are you doing now?” Five asked.

“Trying to apologize…hang on…wait, why can’t I…oh those assholes!” she said, looking up at Five in shock.

“What?”

“They removed us from the group chat. What the fuck?”

Five stood there for a minute and then he started laughing. “Now, that actually is funny.”

Viv grinned. “Now I kind of want to do it again. Just to fuck with them.”

Five leaned in to kiss her. “I have no problems doing that again. But let’s keep the next session a little more private, shall we? And maybe with a little less involvement of unsecured baking ingredients.”

[lucifersgirl]

Hi, I absolutely love your work! Can I make a request to have Lucifer x fem!reader have a "love at first sight" type moment where Lucifer reluctantly attends a party one of Ozzie's Clubs where he's sad/bored while sitting at the bar but suddenly hears the fem reader singing beautifully on stage they both see each other and instantly fall in love and with a little help from Ozzie they both talk, confess feelings, then have some backstage "fun".😘🔞

Backstage fun got me laughing 😂 Love it!! Hope this meets your standards :) Enjoy, loves!

Backstage

⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ - THIS WRITING CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT. SMUT BELOW. MDNI.

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“Oh, come ooon, Lucifer! You haven’t been out of that penthouse of yours for years!” Asmodeus groaned into the speaker.

Lucifer rubbed his temple. “I know, I know…” he replied, rolling his eyes.

“Come on, Luce! Just once? Please?”

Lucifer could practically hear Asmodeus’s puppy eyes through the phone. “Ugh, fine,” he finally agreed, throwing his hand up in the air.

“You won’t regret it, Luci! I promise!” Asmodeus smiled.

“Yeah, yeah. Alright. I’ll see you tonight,” Lucifer said, immediately regretting giving in to Asmodeus’s invite. He hung up and groaned before flopping onto his bed. He was going to Ozzie’s that night, whether he liked it or not.

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Lucifer closed his eyeshadow palette, straightened his hat and grabbed his staff from the corner of the vanity. He looked in the mirror. “You can do this,” he told himself. “It’s just for one night. It’ll be fine.” He backed away from the table and snapped his fingers. He teleported to the Lust Ring and started his walk to Ozzie’s. “Oof!” He grunted as he felt something run into him. He looked to the side to see a demon running away. “What the fuck, douchebag?” Lucifer shouted.

“Sorry not sorry, shorty!” the demon called out.

Lucifer furrowed his brows. “EXCUSE ME?” he yelled, horns and wings sprouting.

“Luci!” Asmodeus greeted, taking Lucifer’s hand and guiding him towards the club. “How have you been, babe? I haven’t heard from you in, what, seven years now?”

“Almost eight,” Lucifer grumbled, ripping his hand from Asmodeus’s grasp.

“Riiiiight…” Asmodeus replied, looking concernedly at his friend. “You should get out of that castle more often, doll.”

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Lucifer sipped his red wine, looking around at the other guests around him. Three demons had already asked him for his autograph. He swirled his glass and looked up at the stage, rolling his eyes in sheer boredom.

“Aaaaaalrighty, folks! Our next act of the anight is one of our regulars here. Give it up for the hot, the sexy, the one and only ______!” Fizzaroli bowed and bounced off of the stage.

Your plutonian dress perfectly complemented your rose lipstick. You sang so beautifully, too (even if the lyrics were shitty).

Lucifer choked on his wine when he saw you. Once he recovered, he stared at you, jaw dropped in awe. His heart pounded harshly in his chest.

You noticed his stare and smiled at him, your own heartbeat increasing in speed. You continued to sing, occasionally glancing at the starstruck man. Your song came to a close and the crowd erupted into applause. You bowed, winked at Lucifer and walked off stage.

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The show was finally over. The loud singing and overwhelming noise from the guests was over. Lucifer got up from his table, signed a few more autographs for the sinners and started to walk out of the club.

“Wait!” A voice called out.

Lucifer turned around. He blushed when he saw that it was you waving at him.

“You’re Lucifer, right? The king of Hell? It’s so nice to meet you!” You smiled brightly.

“Yep, that’s me! It’s, uh, nice to meet you, too,” he smiled up at you, his teeth glinting in the light. “You look absolutely stunning tonight.”

You laughed warmly. “Look who’s talking,” you replied. You looked happily into his eyes. “Hey, why don’t we go somewhere a bit more quiet?”

Lucifer, feeling tipsy from the three glasses of wine he had downed in the past two hours, smiled devilishly. “Why not, love?” He whispered.

You giggled and linked arms with him, pulling him to your dressing room. When you reached it, you felt Lucifer tug you into the room. You smiled once again and locked the door behind you.

Lucifer’s lips were on yours in no time, pulling you in like a fishing pole pulls in a catfish. He bucked his hips up, already painfully hard.

“Needy already?” you teased in between kisses.

He pulled away, his eyes darting to the floor. “It’s just… it’s been so long…” he whispered, his hands moving from your face to your hips.

You cupped his cheeks in your hands. “It’s alright, Lucifer. We’ll take it slow, yeah?”

He nodded shyly, his eyes still on the floor.

You tilted his head up with your hands and placed a soft kiss on his forehead. “Are you okay? Do you want to keep going?”

Lucifer nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I wanna keep going. I-I just don’t wanna let you down.”

You laughed again. “Honey, we just met! How could you let me down? Just let me take care of you, hmm? Would that be okay?”

Lucifer cracked a smile and nodded again. “Can I, uh, do something with you first?”

It was your turn to nod. You led him to the bed, gently kissing Lucifer as he laid down. “Alright, love. What would you like to do to me?”

He blushed and his hands rushed to your hips. “Up,” he whispered, pulling your waist above his face.

You giggled. “Okay, okay! I’m going!” You positioned yourself so that your hips were right above Lucifer’s mouth.

Lucifer gulped before using his finger to pull your panties to the side. “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he said before licking a stripe up your cunt.

You moaned, grinding against his mouth to gain more friction. “Hell, baby, you’re good at this,” you gasped as he expertly sucked on your clit. His tongue prodded at your hole, making you yelp out in pleasure. His tongue explored your insides, making your eyes roll back. “I-I’m gonna cum, L-Lucifer!” You cried as you clenched around his tongue. You moaned as you rode out your orgasm. When you got down from your high, you smiled down at him. “God, you’re good at that.”

He smirked. “I know,” he said, licking the remnants of your juices from his face. His purple eyeshadow was smudged from the weight of your thighs.

You kissed him softly, tasting a hint of yourself in his mouth. Your hands traveled down his body, finally reaching the hem of his pants. You slowly reached your hand into his underwear, gently tracing along the sides of his dick.

Lucifer hissed. He was hard, painfully so, and your teasing wasn’t helping. “J-just fucking touch me,” he whined, not holding back any longer.

“So you are needy,” you continued to tease him. You jerked your hand up and down his cock at a fast pace when Lucifer gave you a look of annoyance.

The annoyance on his face melted into an expression of pure pleasure. His eyebrows furrowed and his hands clutched the bedsheets, desperately trying to ground himself. He was already close. “I-I’m-AH-so s-sorry! AHM!” he cried before he came all over your hand, moaning as white spurts squirted from his cock. He breathed quickly, trying to catch his breath. When he looked at you, there were slight tears in his eyes. “Did I disappoint you?” He asked, the tears starting to fall.

You wiped away the droplets with your finger. “Don’t cry, my love. It’s okay. You didn’t disappoint me, honey. It’s alright now,” you comforted him, kissing his forehead lovingly. “How do you feel?” You asked after the tears had passed.

“G-good. That was good,” he replied.

“Do you want to keep going?” You asked, running your fingers through his light hair.

“I-I wanna keep going. But just one more round, if that’s okay,” Lucifer added.

“Sensitive?” You teased.

He groaned and flipped over onto his side. “Don’t even.”

You laughed and pulled him towards you. “Now how am I supposed to sit on your cock if you’re on your side, lover?”

Lucifer’s dick twitched at your words. “Fucking Hell, woman. You’re making me go insane.”

You gripped his hips and forced him to your side. “That’s the whole point, sweetie.” Your hands traveled down his chest before suddenly grasping his cock tightly in your fist.

Lucifer’s face contorted in a mix of pain and pleasure. His eyes narrowed as he recovered. “Not nice,” he scolded you.

“Aw, poor baby,” you said, patting his head. You took out a condom and slipped it over his length. Slowly, you moved down his body, hovering over his cock. You took him in your hand, moving his tip to your pussy. “Say please.”

“Fuck, darling,” he whimpered, “please!”

You slid his tip into your waiting hole, gasping just a bit at the stretch. You got adjusted and pushed his cock into you all at once, taking all of him in. You hissed in pain, but it was worth it to see the look on Lucifer’s face.

He let out a shrill scream as you engulfed his dick. He was a blubbering mess beneath you; his eyes had filled with tears again as you clenched so deliciously around his length, his breathing was labored and his eyeshadow was even more smudged. He glanced at you through his wet lashes. “M-move…ple-ANGH!” He cried as you bounced on his cock rapidly.

You whined as his member hit your g-spot repeatedly, making you squirm in delight and pleasure. “C-cumming, Lucifer! Oh, GOD!” You moaned, your eyes rolling back into your head as your came.

“C-close! Oh, FUCK!” Lucifer yelped as his second orgasm rippled through him, his warm cum painting your insides white.

When the two of you had come down from your highs, collapsed next to Lucifer on the bed.

“That was amazing,” Lucifer said in between gasps of air. “We should do that more often.”

“Agreed,” you nodded, also breathing hard.

“D-do you have a shower here?” Lucifer asked. “Maybe we could cool off there.”

You laughed happily. “Yeah, I do. It’s right there. But let’s get this off of you before we go, yeah?” You said, gently tugging the full condom off of his dick.

“Thank you,” Lucifer sighed. “And I mean for everything. Tonight was better than every night since Lilith left. I really, really appreciate it.”

“Anytime, handsome,” you smiled, pressing a light kiss to Lucifer’s left cheek. “Now, about that shower…”

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[gatorbites-imagines]

Paz vizsla x FTM reader please? :3

Paz Vizsla x ftm reader

Headcanons

A shorty but a goody, some Mandalorian culture headcanons mixed in here.

I always had a headcanon that the true mandalorians didn’t have much issue with gender, you just presented however you wanted, and it was no one’s business but your own.

Now, deathwatch and the new mandalorians I think are different, deathwatch were just extremists in most ways, and the new mandalorians were trying too hard to be like the core worlds, so they might have looked at gender more judgingly.

But after the purges and mandalorians having to go underground, they didn’t have time to judge others self-expression, since everyone worried too much about surviving.

That means that Paz doesn’t treat you any differently because of your gender, not at all. In the beginning it probably causes some doubt inside you with how little he seems to care about it, since he doesn’t ask questions or act confused.

Hes just immediately accepting, doesn’t ask why you feel a certain way, or makes you explain your discomfort or experiences to him. If you say you are a certain gender, who is he to judge or decide.

The amount of treatment you get done doesn’t matter either, whether you get hormone treatments and surgeries, or get nothing done at all and don’t wear binders. You’ll still be his boyfriend, how you look doesn’t matter, all that matters to him is that you are comfortable with who you are.

Because of the whole thing that mandalorians don’t have time to worry about anyone elses gender, it also means every other part of the covert just treats you how you present yourself, no questions asked.

The only one who seems to give a shit, is the medic or doctor, as its their duty to know these things and make sure you are healthy, or gives you your hormone treatment if you need it. If you need surgeries, you probably need to get it done somewhere else, as they don’t have the resources for that stuff.

This causes some stress in Paz, and he would want to go with you, but he also knows its dangerous if he does. If Din is still around at this point, he goes with you and brings you back to the covert as quickly and safely as possible.

Paz is the best caretaker in the recovering period if you need it, as he treats it like any type of battle scar, since that’s what it is to him. He just sees it as a symbol that you are becoming who you want to be, plus, scars are very attractive to him.

You can expect him to be able to switch pronouns immediately if you tell him, as pronouns don’t carry much meaning or importance to him since mando’a is pretty gender-neutral language-wise.

He will find a way to get you a binder if you need one, but you must also accept that he is gonna nag you about it and make sure you never wear it longer than necessary. If you as much as dare to sleep in it, he’s cutting it right off you and taking away binder privileges because you are harming yourself.

Paz is also great when you have dysphoric days, as there is no chance of him misgendering you or treating you in ways that make you dysphoric. He goes out of his way to help you out in whatever ways you need, wanting to make you happy and safe.

All in all, he’s a great partner to have as a trans person. Paz can be quite stoic at times, and doesn’t speak a whole lot, but he cares deeply, and finds ways to show it.

[delusionalmultifandomwriter]

Grabby Hands (fluff)

Requested?: No

words: 1194

One Shot: Damian gets overwhelmed at a gala and Jason is willing to save him.

overwhelmed!Damian Wayne & bigbrother!Jason Todd

I have no idea what i am compensating with this but enjoy (Im very nervous to post this but yolo (im dying inside))

Damian Wayne hated his father's galas with a passion. Not for the same reason as Bruce though. Bruce hated the fakeness of these events. For Damian the lights were too bright, the people too many and too intense and every interaction too unpredictable.

His father made sure to introduce him to these kind of attention as early as possible. The excitement over Bruce Wayne's biological son was ginormous and Gotham was crazy to finally be introduced to the 10-year-old.

Damian hated the attention. The journalists. The flashing lights and the never ending paranoia that every false step would end up being abused on Twitter or in the next edition of the Gotham Times or Gotham Gazette. You never know.

Secretly, Damian looked up at Dick for his ability to easily handle these social events, as much as he hated them himself. It was like a skill. A skill that he couldn't seem to figure out. He always got stressed before the events which only increased over the course of the evening.

Most of the times, he managed to work through these events and then would hide in his room for three days until the noises were back to normal and he could talk to someone again without snapping at anyone or going non-verbal again.

Today's gala was different. Bad. Very bad to be exact. Damian had forgotten the reason for this event. It took place at Wayne Manor so Bruce must have had serious reasons to host it but Damians brain was empty tonight.

The suit was too itchy. Why do they make suits out of wrong material? The tie was too tight. Breathing, he needed oyxgen! Damian fumble around with his tie a little.

"Misses Davenport, this is my son Damian." Damians gaze shot up. Right in front off him stood an elder women with a babyblue and silver-sparkly dress. A silver tiara throned on her grey perm. She was far past her best ages. She smelled like old lady.

He couldn't remember who the women that his father just introduced him to was. Where did she come from? With who was she here? How was he supposed to talk to her?

Damian forced himself to smile at her. He had practiced this smile in front of the mirror a million times after his father told him to not look so grumpy when they were in public all the time.

"Oh, aren't you the sweetest." The women cooed, her voice was too high-pitched. She ruffled Damian's hair. He wanted to wince, his skin was sensitive, she needed to stop touching him!

Halfway through the gala, Damian wanted to scream and cry. The lights made his eyes burn and all these voices seemed to flood over him. After he had spent 15 minutes in the bathroom, he had followed Jason around for the last half an hour like a stray kitten to avoid getting caught up in a one-to-one conversation.

While Jason was caught up in a conversation with god knows who, Damian's gaze wandered off into the distance. The dark night was nice. He wanted to wander off into the dark and curl up somewhere nice and silent. Wander off to a quiet place where he could cuddle Titus and Alfred the Cat and just be. He wondered if someone would noticed if he would disappear from this event to spend some times with his pets. Maybe a short visit to Batcow was just what he needed...

"Hey Shorty. Sup?" Damian snapped out of the very comfortable train of thoughts about his pets. Jason was standing right in front of him and looking down at him.

Damian looked at him puzzled. After a few moments, he opened his mouth but his throat was shut tight. Luckily Jason just continued talking without waiting for his answer. "You've been rocking on your toes and staring off into the distance for the last 20 minutes. What's wrong with you?" Jason asked. Suddenly he squad down to Damian's height.

Damian tried to say something but the noises were back and the bright light was replacing the darkness he was craving. The words got stuck in his throat together with a desperate sob. At this point he was done. His brain was cooked, his skin was burning.

Withdrawal.

Damian extended his hands a little and made weak grabby hands towards Jason. Jason rolled his eyes but proceeded to pick Damian up. "Told B you couldn't take 'dis shit again." Damian heard Jason murmur while he hid his face into the older boys neck to block out the light.

Damian felt Jason walking, he was embarassed but at the same time he was finally out of responsibility and able to relax a little. He stiffened up a little as he heard a high pitched voice.

"Ohh, poor boy. What happened?" The women in the blue dress, Damian was able to recogize a light Gotham accent in her voice now. "Oh, it is already way past his bedtime. He is very tired." Jason chuckled, it was obviousy fake. Other than Damian, the elder woman didn't seem to recognize the fakeness because she dropped the conversation immediatly.

Damian felt Jason walking for a while before he headed up some stairs. The noises started to subside in the distance. Suddenly, the chilly temperature of the garden disappeared and it got significantly warmer. Jason had carried him into the manor and was now heading upstairs again, probably carrying Damian into his room.

"Im gonna kill you, Todd." Damian grumbled into Jasons neck while he fumbled with his tie to loosen it a little.

Jason chuckled, Damian could feel his chest vibrating against his smaller body. "Sure thing, babybird, kill me all you want. You were the one making grabby hands." Damian growled embarassed and buried his face deeper into Jason's shoulder.

Jason opened Damian's bedroom door with his elbow and pushed it open with his hip. He set the smaller boy down on the queen size bed and Damian curled up immediatly. It was dark, the only light came from the moon shining through the half-opened curtains. The event taking place in the garden was barely audible from here.

Damian immediatly wanted to doze off when something soft hit his face. He blinked drowsily, Jason had thrown his pyjamas in his face. "Change." He ordered while he was already heading back out to the door. "Need something else?" He asked while he turned around again.

Damian looked at his pyjamas for a few moments before he looked up. "Cat." He said finally. Jason gave him a smirk but nodded. "I'll go find your feline friend, you change." Before Damian could answer someting, Jason had closed the door.

The younger boy slowly started to open his tie and the buttons of his jacket. After what seemed like eternity, Damian had changed into his pyjamas and his gala clothes laid forgotton on the floor. His skin slowly stopped burning when it touched the cool sheets and when his head touched his pillow, he sighed deeply.

Damian Wayne hated his father's galas with a passion. But at least there were people to understand his grabby hands.

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Same thing on Ao3:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55397962

[harlowsbby]

Enemies To Lovers To Strangers

You absolutely despised Jackman Thomas Harlow ever since that day back in preschool when he took the last cookie you had on your plate and ate it in front of you, his friends Urban and Sunni laughing and pointing at you. You hated Jackman with your entire wellbeing.

Ever since that day he’s been terrorizing you nonstop. He’d embarrass you any chance he got whether it be by tripping you in the hallways at school or tossing random food at you whenever you’d walk through the cafeteria. He was somehow always around and always making your life a living hell.

You knew Jack was capable of achieving some pretty harsh blows when it came to you he was really good at embarrassing you, but you never in a million years thought he’d hurt you once again.

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“So wait wait you want me to what? I just need to make sure I’m hearing this right.” You laughed and leaned back into your seat.

“We need you to help Jack here with his upcoming album.” Nemo smiled nervously as you looked between Jack and him and Neelam. You were honestly most certain you were day dreaming there was no way your high school bully was sitting across from you asking for your help.

Since you’ve graduated from high school you decided to skip college and just start working in producing and even though you were a low-key producer you were on the come up.

“I told you she was going to act like this I don’t even know why we bothered coming.” Neelam glared at Jack. “Because we need her please we need your help Y/N, you’re the only person I know that can deliver the beats we need.” You really didn’t feel like helping Jack at all but at the same time you needed the money.

You looked between the three of them the smug look that displayed on Jack’s face almost made you not want to do it but all you were thinking about was the money.

“Fine I’ll do it.” Neelam and Nemo cheered and handed you the NDA to sign. “Just sign your name here right next to the Red Cross.” Neelam pointed at the Red Cross. You signed your name quickly and went to get up.

“So I’ll text you or you text me either way works.” You told them and went to leave the door till Nemo stopped you. “Actually I was thinking you’d spend the day or two with Jack? I know the two of you have this on going beef and I feel like maybe squash it so there isn’t any weird energy when working on the album?”

Did God punish you or something? We’re you in the middle of a retrograde? How come you were being punished like this. “What do you say Y/N? You wanna spend the day with me, I know you don’t have anything going on.” He smirked.

You groaned and slouched your shoulders. “Fine we can spend the day together let’s just go.”

“Be nice Jack.” Neelam yelled after him. “I promise I’ll be nice.” He smiled and held the door open for you, you weren’t sure what you just signed yourself up for but you could only hope it’ll go by fast.

The two of you have been walking around for a few minutes you didn’t really have a destination at hand you kinda in a way prayed that you’d run into one of his friends and that he’d run off with them somewhere.

You could practically feel his eyes burning a hole into the side of your head.

“What do you want Jack? You know I can feel you looking at me.” You pressed the button in order to cross the street and looked up at Jack.

“It’s a crime to look at you now? Last time I checked I owned my eyes not you shorty.” You huffed and noticed it was time to cross the street.

“I know you wanna call me ugly or say something about my appearance so just say it and get it over with.”

“Wait hold on I wasn’t going to call you ugly or anything mean.” He grabbed ahold of your arm and pulled you back and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t send tingles down your spine.

“So what do you want really? Why are we even hanging out you hate me and I hate you so why are we pretending like we don’t.”

“Don’t what?” He smiled you groaned and pulled at your hair before stomping away, you could hear Jack’s laughter from a mile away. “Hold on will you.” You stopped walking and turned to face him with your arms crossed over your chest. You raised your eyebrows waiting for him to talk.

“Look.” He pulled you into the little shaded area. “I know you don’t want to be here with me just as much as I don’t want to be here with you.”

“You got that right.” You spoke under your breath. “But let’s just at least try and make the most of today? If you end up having a good time today you don’t have to see me tomorrow I’ll just see you again on Monday.” You thought about it for a few minutes the thought of possibly having to see him again tomorrow made you shiver.

“Fine but you’re paying for everything we do today since you’re the one with all the money.”

He laughed loudly and shook his head at you, something about the way he laughed and smiled had your stomach turning in knots there was no way you were developing feelings for Jack right? You were so lost in thought you didn’t hear him calling you. “Y/N?!” You jumped when you finally came to. “What?”

“I said you wanna get some ice cream? And see a movie after?” His blue eyes sparkled like the ocean under the summer sun. “That’s fine.” You softly spoke and followed after him. You weren’t sure how today was going to end but you prayed it ended good.

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“Wait he really did that? He’s still afraid of bugs?” Jack and You laughed as the two of you walked side by side. He shook his head and nodded. “I’m telling you Urban hasn’t changed at all.”

You felt like you were day dreaming simply based off the fact that you were actually having a good time with Jack. The two of you decided to put aside your differences for one day and just enjoy it. The two of you were walking around Louisville mall just window shopping and reminiscing on the past.

“So since you’ve became all famous what are some ‘normal’ things you miss doing.” You asked him he laughed at your question. “I really miss the aquarium.” You stopped walking and gave him a look as if he was stupid. “The aquarium out of all things?”

“I know it sounds stupid but it’s just so peaceful being able to just sit in the darkly lit room and watch all the fish float around, shits mad peaceful if we’re being honest sometimes I’d die to get some peace and quiet.” He expressed. “Being famous isn’t all what it’s cracked up to be Y/N.”

You were honestly a bit surprised you thought being famous was filled with fast car, endless money and endless happiness. “Really? Do you ever regret becoming famous.”

He licked his lips and stuck his hands in his pockets. “I wouldn’t say I regret it I just wish there wasn’t so much riding on me, I feel like a lot of people are waiting on my downfall a lot of them feel like I’m some one hit wonder.”

“I mean if it makes you feel better I don’t think you’re a one hit wonder you can actually…rap?” We’re you actually complementing him right now?

“Thank you?” He said in a confusing tone. “But what about you huh? Why are you so quiet I really wanna tickle your mind.” You didn’t really do much or have anything to hide really. “Honestly I’m just a naturally shy person I always have been.”

“You dating anybody?” He suddenly asked, you shook your head no. “No I’ve never had a boyfriend.” His eyes widened. “Wait you’ve never had a boyfriend like at all? Why not.” He found it hard to believe.

“Well for starters you use to always call me ugly so I started to believe it was true and I just push ever other guy away that’s tried to get to know me.” It was never really Jack’s intentions to pick on you in all honesty he liked you he just had a hard way of showing it, especially around his friends they would’ve teased him to death if they knew.

Jack thought you were the most beautiful girl in the world you had the cutest laugh and the way you’d lit up like a Christmas tree whenever you received a good grade in class made him smile as well, you weren’t like all those other girls you didn’t care about the glitz and glamor of things and that’s what made you stand out.

“I’m sorry Y/N I really am I never meant to hurt you or make you feel that way.” He scratched the back of his neck. “So why do it? I spent my entire life hating and trying to change myself just to get you to like me.” You blurted out.

“You like me?” He looked down at you a small smile evident on his face. “Shit did I say that out loud?” He laughed. “You did.” You groaned and rubbed your hands over your face. “It’s okay you know.. I like you too Y/L.”

You uncovered your face and looked at him. “Are you pranking me? Is this some sort of prank?” You looked around trying to spot or find any cameras. “It’s not a prank Y/N I like you for real.”

“Oh.” It was quiet for a few seconds the only sound coming from the gravel on the ground as you two walked. “If you don’t mind.. shit I mean how would you feel maybe if I took you on a date? Maybe tomorrow?”

“I think I’d like that Jack.” You shocked yourself even Jack was shocked by your answer. “So tomorrow it is?” He smiled softly and walked a bit closer to you both of your hands brushing against one another. “Sounds good Jack.”

The two of you spent the entire afternoon just two love birds in love, you spent hours picking out bath-bombs at the Lush store, Jack even let you use well his entire arm to try different samples of perfume, your day was wonderful but with your luck nothing this good ever lasted this long.

“What the fuck is he doing being seen with her?” Sunni shook his head at Jack and You as the two of you were petting someone’s dog.

“Shit hell if I know.” Urban added on. “You need to talk to your friend Urban because clearly he’s gone blind.” Urban rolled his eyes. “I can’t control what he does and besides what’s wrong with her?”

“Everything is wrong with her and Jack will be hearing about this shit.”

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Ever since that afternoon with Jack the two of you have been attached at the hip ever since there wasn’t a minute that went by when Jack wasn’t blowing up your phone or vise versa. You were just two young fools deeply in love.

The two of you spent after hours in the studio just goofing around and even messing around. A few pieces of clothing ending up on the floor from time to time but whose really counting.

Jack was going to busy at the studio all day today and you were going to be busy with work as well but you ended up getting out early so you decided to meet Jack at the studio and surprise him with tickets for the grand opening of the newest Aquarium that was opening up.

Since it was roughly just now noon you stopped by Morris Deli and got the two of you sandwiches along with chips before heading over to the studio.

You texted Jack letting him know you were on the way but you never got a response when you arrived your park your car next to Jack’s and made your way inside.

“What’s going on with you Y/N?” The security guard Carlos asked as you made your way inside, you smiled and waved at him. “Not much Carlos, is Jack inside?” “Yep he’s in studio 3 right there on your left.” You thanked him and knocked on the door but there was no answer.

Jiggling the door knob that’s when you noticed it was unlocked so you just let yourself in.

“That’s not what I’m saying Jack all we want to know is how much you’re messing around with her? I thought we didn’t like her.”

We’re they talking about you? You peaked around the corner and saw Jack sitting on the chair with his head in his hands and Sunni pacing around the room. “It’s not like that Sunni alright, Nemo and Neelam made me take her out to get to know her better for the project.” Jack tried defending himself.

“But it still isn’t adding up Jack the way the two of you laughed and brushed hands together or even the way you almost leaned in to kiss her, do you have feeling for Y/N?” Jack did have feelings for you but at the end of the day he cared what everyone thought of him.

“Because if you do that’s weird you know she rejected me back in High School, she isn’t shit and if you’re falling for her after she turned me down that’s fucked up.” You rolled your eyes at Sunni’s words. The only reason you turned him down was simply based off the fact that he was an asshole and still is one.

“No I don’t she doesn’t mean anything to me she never meant anything to me.” Lies they were all lies coming out of his mouth.

“I’m only with her for the album I have no feeling towards her, once the album is finished I’m good off her.”

You were so caught up in ease dropping that you didn’t hear the door opening. “Y/N? What are you doing hiding back here.” Neelam laughed and sure enough here came Sunni and Jack around the corner.

“I was just leaving is all.” You mumbled and turned to leave but Jack followed after he knew you had heard everything they said.

“Y/N.” You picked up your pace once you heard the sound of his voice. “Leave me alone Jack we have nothing to talk about.” You said sternly and gave a concerned Carlos a reassuring smile.

“Come on I didn’t mean anything I said back there and you should know this.” You paused and turned around making him come to a sudden halt, you narrowed your eyes at him.

“Should I know? Because clearly I don’t know shit, clearly I’m just.. I just don’t mean shit to you huh? You care so much what everyone else thinks about you Jack.” You cried out and pulled on your hair in frustration.

“No I don’t Y/N I really do love you and I wanna be with you.” You chuckled dryly and shook your head at him. “No you don’t I heard everything you told Sunni let’s just keep whatever we were going to have professional, you need beats done and I need money that’s it and that’s all.”

“Wait Y/N.” He went to protest. “No Jack you know I thought.. I thought you changed.” You looked at him with teary eyes.

“But turns out you’re still the same asshole I once knew. I thought you changed I hate you so much right now.” You cried out and wiped your fallen tears with the back of your hand.

“You don’t mean that.” He managed to croak out.

“But I do Jack, I hate you but most importantly I hate the way you made me fall in love with you.” Your bottom lip trembled and you burst into tears and ran out the studio. Jack stood there feeling sorry for himself he knew he just fucked a good thing up.

[storiesofaot]

Hello! I was hoping to have a closure for Hange in season 4 because I just feel that there are so much that she had to go through and there doesnt seem to be a lot of support for her (her shorty, unfortunately, is stuck with the monkey in the forest).

Wondering if I can send in a request for a short fic. My thoughts are below:-

1) I like to think of Hange as the Survey Corp princess who dare to challenge things. And all the big brothers in SC will just allow her to do any "nonsense" - Levi, Miche and Erwin, while still being protective over her like the little sister.

2) With this in mind, I have this thought of an oyster or mussel which either she found/ or was gifted. And there is a moment of reflection, whether is her own introspection or a dialogue with Levi, after she became commander.

3) The dialogue came to to a discovery of a pearl. And then she reflected how she was a pearl, being protected and smoothed by all the people around her (who had since dead). May include how she reflected about her own shortcomings and annoyance etc but I leave it to you.

4) This pearl/ oyster thing became a comfort for her after Eren grabbed her collar and when she had that moment of self-doubt in Season 4.

5) Bonus: if somehow Levi felt something at that moment while he is in the forest??

Thanks so much. Hope it is not a lot. I just wanted Hange in season 4 to have some comfort and support.

Thank you so much for your request, @eueuphoriaz ! An oyster as a metaphor for Hange’s development was such a beautiful and also fitting idea - I hope I did justice to it! 🥺

Rating: G ; Word Count: 1851

Title: The Pearl Within

Hange’s mind was overflowing with countless thoughts as her gaze swept over the horizon, where only a faint stripe of purple remained visible above the water’s surface. Had the Anti-Marleyan Volunteers really come with the intention of joining forces, or was this merely a setup by Marley to weaken them from within before launching their attack?

It all sounded very convincing, of course it did. Yet now it was up to her to determine if they were telling the truth or if they were trying to lead them into a trap. It might seem like a minor decision at the moment, but it could impact the entire future of Paradis Island and determine whether they would end up in a war or not.

Suddenly, she could hear some footsteps from behind, and when she turned around, she saw Levi approach her at a leisurely pace. “What are you doing here all alone?” he asked when he came to a stop next to her, eyeing her with a mix of curiosity and concern.

Hange sighed and let her gaze drift over the sea again. “Nothin. Just … thinking.” For a little while, the two of them remained standing next to each other in comfortable silence, him not pushing her to talk while she tried to sort through her thoughts.

“I am not sure if we can trust them,” Hange finally said, looking back at Levi. “What they say does make sense … but with Zeke involved, I fear they might have plans they’re not letting us in on. I mean, they practically admitted that they won’t tell us their full plan until we officially agree to work with them.”

Levi snorted with disdain, his expression growing darker. “I wouldn’t trust anything that stupid monkey says. He’s definitely the one pulling the strings, and I’m sure he wouldn’t hesitate to betray us, even if the Anti-Marleyan Volunteers claim to be our allies. I believe -“

He broke off when he noticed a group of Marleyans nearby, being escorted into another tent by two Scouts, their curious gazes lingering on them. “Let’s talk somewhere else,” he murmured, nodding towards the rocky beach. 

Hange agreed, and together they climbed down the stony incline until they stood on smaller pebbles not far from the water, where they were safe from curious ears. “But I wonder,” she continued, “if they might be our only chance to reach the same level of technological advancement as the rest of the world. We’re significantly behind in that regard, and I’m not sure we’d find anyone else willing to help us with that.”

Levi tilted his head, seeming to ponder her words. Eventually, he broke the silence. Eventually, he broke the silence. “Advancements are great, but let’s not kid ourselves into thinking they solve everything. Even if we know how to use their stuff, they might still use it against us. I doubt they are willing to share all their information with us.”

They continued their discussion for a while, but all they ended up with were numerous arguments for and against an alliance. Once again, Hange felt fear and frustration tightening around her chest, and as night fell, she sensed that a shadow had also fallen over the hope she had once held.

“I’m not sure if Erwin chose the right person to be commander,” she said bitterly. “What if I make the wrong decision, and instead of making things better I put us in an even more dangerous position?”

“Don’t be so hard on yourself; even Erwin would have struggled with the decision,” Levi said, his voice unusually soft. “You’ve learned a lot from him and from the past, and he trusted you for a reason. You’ve got the grit and the brains to make the right call; he wouldn’t have made you commander if he didn’t believe you were capable of it.”

Hange bit her lip, reflecting on what Levi had just said. He was right in a way - Erwin had significantly influenced her approach to problems and her thinking in general. They had first met as cadets, and their camaraderie had continued when he became Section Commander. It had evolved into a friendship when she had followed him, and persisted when he was promoted to Commander. Throughout all these stages, Erwin had always supported and encouraged her. Of course, he had had his doubts and concerns about her sometimes unconventional ideas, but if she could convince him that something felt right, he would relent and let her take the lead. No, she knew she wouldn’t have come this far without his guidance, nor without the support of her other fellow comrades who, simply with their presence, had allowed her to develop and grow into the woman she was today.

A sudden warmth flushed through her as she remembered all the people who had been by her side throughout her life, and she hoped that wherever they were now, they could feel her gratitude for having met them.

She had been silent for quite a while, but when Levi suddenly moved beside her, it was as if she was abruptly pulled from a dream back into reality. Levi pulled something from his jacket pocket that Hange couldn’t immediately identify. It was oval-shaped, with a muted greyish tone and a slight sheen, but it wasn’t until he held it out to her that she realised what it was: an oyster shell.

Almost instinctively, she reached for it and gently weighed it in her hand, intrigued by the small object. She had never actually held one before and only had seen pictures of them. “Where did you find this?”

“At this beach,” Levi replied. “This morning, while I was on watch and doing my rounds, I found it lying among the stones. I suppose it must have been washed ashore.”

“You know it’s extremely rare for oysters to be found onshore? Normally, you’d have to go out to sea to catch them - you must’ve been very, very lucky!” Hange tried to return the oyster, but he shook his head.

“No, I didn’t know that. But that’s why I’m not supposed to keep things like this - I’d never appreciate them properly,” Levi replied with a shrug.

“Oh … thank you!” Hange smiled, feeling a soft flutter in her chest at his kind gesture. But once again, Levi just made a dismissive gesture, as if it were no big deal. 

“Don’t stay out here for too long; it’s getting pretty chilly,” he finally said after a brief pause, turning to leave. Hange grinned to herself; that was the Levi she knew. Always retreating when things got a bit too cosy for his liking.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be back before frostbite kicks in,” she teased, very pleased to see him roll his eyes - one of her favourite reactions from him. “Oh, and by the way, could you send some of that luck my way? I think I could really use it in the near future.”

“Sure, I'll pack it into a little package, with a ribbon and everything, and leave it on your desk.” To anyone else, his voice might have sounded as serious as always, but Hange could detect the faintest hint of playful irony in it, and it delighted her. Giving her one final nod, Levi turned around completely and disappeared.

She remained standing at the beach for a while, absentmindedly playing with the oyster. It was slightly cracked open, and when she tried to peek inside, she glimpsed a hint of the nacre, shimmering white with pale blue highlights. Curiously, she ran her finger over the opening and then tapped lightly on its shell - and to her surprise, she could hear a faint sound, as if something was moving inside. A surprised gasp escaped her lips. Could it be that there was actually a pearl inside? The chances were slim, yet she couldn’t resist the urge to find out.

Carefully, she attempted to pry the two halves of the shell apart, her fingers working gently to create a small, widening gap without breaking it. Once the gap was large enough, she turned the shell around and, to her astonishment, she felt something small fall into the palm of her hand. With delight, she gazed at the smooth, creamy-beige pearl, holding it between two fingers before letting it fall back into her palm again.

What wonders Mother Nature worked. A foreign object entered the oyster’s shell, triggering the production of nacre as the oyster protected itself. Over months or years, it built up layer after layer around the irritant until a pearl was fully formed.

For some reason, Hange felt a connection with this process: her journey had begun with her own internal struggles and challenges. She had always had a clear vision of what she wanted, but often people didn’t take her seriously and sometimes even laughed at her. However, over time, the influence and support from her comrades - especially Erwin and Levi - their wisdom, experience, and guidance, had enveloped her, smoothing her rough edges and shaping her into the person and leader she was now. Of course, her insecurities remained; deep down, she was still the same. But she had acquired the means to handle them and tackle difficult situations, and it was only then that she realised how much those she had left behind continued to live within her.

“I’ll do my best, Erwin,” she whispered, her gaze fixed on the pearl. “I don’t know if I’ll succeed, but I’ll at least try.”

◇

Over the next few years, she always kept the oyster with the pearl in her jacket pocket, as a kind of good luck charm, but also as a comforting reminder of all the people she had to leave behind, who had such a profound impact on her life.

When her heart ached from having to arrest Floch and his followers, dealing with their radical ideologies, and she felt like everything around her was starting to crumble amidst the growing division and dissatisfaction, she reached into her pocket and began to fumble with the oyster shell, thinking about Levi and the fortunate day he had found it and hoping that some of his luck would rub off on her.

And when she broke down in front of the cellar door after her confrontation with Eren, feeling a growing sense of desperation because, although his methods were undeniably wrong, she could understand the source of his strong feelings, she reached into her pocket and clenched the pearl in her fist, hiding it within her closed fingers, its pressure against her palm a reminder that, amidst the chaos she was enduring, there were traces of Erwin within her that she just needed to find.

Little did she know that, some distance away in the forest, Levi was thinking about her, as if he sensed her struggle and wished he could do more than just silently support her. Although she was unaware of it, she felt a small spark of comfort igniting within her at that moment. And it was enough to keep her going.

[vollmond-laboratory]

Mitile's 4th Anniversary SSR Card Story — "Between Strength and Kindness"

Part 1

[Manor Corridor]

Akira: (Is that Mitile…?)

Mitile: “…”

Akira: (He looks worn out, I wonder if something happened…)

Bradley: “Yo, Sage.”

Akira: “Whoa! Bradley…”

Bradley: “You showed up at a good time. Invite the Southern Shortie out for a holiday, would’ja?”

Akira: “Huh? I’m happy to do that, of course, but why—?”

Bradley: “I’ll leave ya to it then.”

Akira: “Ah… He’s gone.”

Akira: (From the way he was talking, it seems like Bradley knows why Mitile looks so tired… Well, I guess I’ll just pay Mitile a visit instead.)

[Mitile’s Room]

Mitile: “I’m glad to see you, Master Sage! I only just got back home, so I’m happy we didn’t accidentally miss each other… Was there something you wanted to talk about?”

Akira: “Well, I saw you going into your room a few moments ago… You looked kind of worn out, so I got a little worried.”

Mitile: “Oh, is that all! Well, to be honest… Mister Bradley has been teaching me magic recently, and it’s pretty tiring.”

Mitile: “It’s a lot more intense than the relaxed classes I used to have in the South, so I usually feel exhausted by the end.”

Akira: (Oh, I see… So that’s why Bradley came up to me earlier.)

Akira: “Is it difficult, then…?”

Mitile: “A little bit, yeah. It can be hard work, and sometimes I get frustrated or even angry at the way Mister Bradley speaks to me…”

Mitile: “But it’s really been worth all the effort! He did say to me ‘I won’t go easy on you as your teacher’.”

Mitile: “He doesn’t treat me like I’m just a kid — I feel like he really sees me as his equal in being a wizard… And that gets me fired up about working even harder!”

Mitile: “Thanks to him, I can use my magic in ways I never even thought of before!”

Akira: “That’s amazing…! Bradley’s very dependable.”

Akira: (Ways of using magic that Mitile’s never thought of before…? I can’t help but feel like that might be dangerous…)

Mitile: “Still, maybe I pushed myself too hard today. I’m sorry for worrying you.”

Akira: “Oh, no, it’s okay. Just knowing why is a relief on its own. That being said… If you have the time, would you like to take tomorrow off with me?”

Akira: “We can relax in the Magic Manor together, or go out if there’s a place you’d like to visit. Preferably somewhere not too stressful, of course.”

When I smiled at him, the worried expression on Mitile’s face suddenly disappeared. Then, looking a little fidgety, he opened his mouth to speak.

Mitile: “If you don’t mind, then…”

[Plateau of Flowers]

So, the next day Mitile and I went to a plateau not very far from the Southern Tower at his request. A number of stalls lined the road beneath the clear blue sky.

Mitile: “The villagers from around here like to gather in this spot to sell each other some of their own handmade things. There are so many one-of-a-kind items that it’s fun to just look at everything!”

Akira: “Thank you so much for bringing me to such a wonderful place. I’m excited to find my own personal treasure here!”

Part 2

Akira: “Still, there’s really so many stalls here. I’d love to visit all of them if I can, but I’m not sure we’re going to have enough time…”

Mitile: “What if we split up for now, and then when we find some stalls we’re really interested in, we can meet up again and show each other?”

Akira: “Good idea! I’ll be sure to find some great stalls to take you to you later.”

—

Akira: (They’re selling things carved out of wood at this stall. The fretwork pattern here is beautiful… Oh, that coaster might be nice to get.)

Akira: (I know Mitile has a habit of bringing drinks to his table when he’s studying, so I’m sure he’d get good use out of something like this.)

Blond-Haired Man: “Hmph, how could anyone try and sell such a misshapen ring for a price like that?”

When I turned to look for the source of those words, I saw a fairly tall man walking behind me with his shoulders slumped.

Akira: (That man doesn’t seem like a citizen of Southern Country… He’s being stingy over almost every item on sale here. What a rude guy…)

Blond-Haired Man: “This thing here is free, yes? I’ll be taking it, then.”

Stall Owner: “W-Well, hold on…”

Akira: “E-Excuse me…! If you do something like that you’ll be putting this person in a difficult position, so I really think you should pay—“

Blond-Haired Man: “Shut your mouth!”

Akira: “Wah!”

—

Mitile: “Oh, wow! These inks made of flowers come in so many beautiful colours… And the flower that was used as the ingredient is labelled on each of the jars.”

Mitile: (Maybe Master Sage could use these for writing in their book? I’ll bring them to this stall later so they can choose the inks they’d like.)

Mitile: (…Now that I’m thinking about it, I was happy when Master Sage spent a lot of time getting to know me and listening to me talk after we met each other for the first time.)

Mitile: (It still makes me feel kind of lonely to think that the only reason they were writing all that down in the first place was to help the next Sage after they leave…)

Mitile: (But I understand how it feels to want to go home, too. I’m sure they must have friends and family waiting for them to come back…)

Mitile: “Still… I really don’t want to say goodbye…”

Mitile: (Because the more I get to know about Master Sage, the more I find myself really liking them…)

Mitile: (…I wonder how much they think I’ve changed since they first wrote about me in the Sage’s Manual.)

???: “Shut your mouth!”

Mitile: “Did I just hear someone starting a fight…? Something might’ve happened over there…!”

—

Akira: “Ouch…”

Mitile: “Master Sage…?! Are you okay?”

Stall Owner: “Your friend there tried to scold this man for not paying for his things, but they were shoved to the floor…”

Blond-Haired Man: “Of course you’re going to get hurt if you attack someone so brazenly. It’s only expected that I would defend myself as a foreigner here.”

Mitile: “…Grr… I won’t let you bother any of the people here, or Master Sage!”

Blond-Haired Man: “What an impertinent brat. What could someone like you ever do to me, hm?”

Mitile took out his magic potion jar. At that moment, I saw Bradley’s face flash through my mind.

Mitile: “«Ortonik Cealsispilce»!”

(‘Bang!’ SFX)

Part 3

Akira: “Wah! …Huh?”

The man was unharmed, despite how the loud bang made him brace himself in fear. Nothing nearby seemed to have been destroyed, either.

Blond-Haired Man: “Gah! S-So you’re a wizard, are you?!”

Mitile: “That’s right! Cause any more trouble here and I’ll do a lot worse than make a loud sound next time!”

Blond-Haired Man: “S-Shit… I don’t need this!”

Mitile: “…Phew. Master Sage— Oh…”

Though there were few humans who held prejudices against wizards in Southern Country, many of the people around us still seemed shocked by the abruptness of the situation. Mitile’s gaze wavered with anxiety in the still and silent air.

Standing, up I gently grasped Mitile’s hand with my own. I could feel his fingers trembling against my palm.

Akira: “Mitile. You did a good job protecting everyone. Thank you. I think we’re all just surprised because the noise was so loud.”

Mitile: “O-Oh… Um… I’m sorry for scaring you, everyone.”

Mitile: “All I did was make the air vibrate to create a loud sound… It’s not the kind of magic that could hurt anyone, really.”

As he turned to face the people around him, Mitile explained himself with a sincere voice.

Stall Owner: “Ah, so that’s what it was. Thank you. You’ve been a big help.”

Hatted Woman: “Ah, so it was like one of those bells that drive away beasts. It’s a relief knowing nobody was hurt just now.”

Once everyone had realised that things were alright again, the area quickly regained its former liveliness. Mitile’s tension was quickly washed away, perhaps relieved by the sight.

Mitile: “…That spell I just used was something Mister Bradley showed me.”

Mitile: “He told me that so long as my opponent isn’t a wizard, I don’t really need to use serious magic to scare them away.”

Mitile: “I thought— maybe I could use what Mister Bradley taught me to frighten that guy off without hurting him… But I ended up scaring everyone around me, too.”

Akira: “…You really haven’t changed at all, Mitile.”

Mitile: “Huh?”

Akira: “Since the day I first met you, all you’ve ever wanted is to protect others using your own strength. I think it’s amazing how that part of you hasn’t changed one bit.”

Akira: “Even though you’ve recently been thrust into a situation where you’re having to learn from people whose values are very different to your own, and you’re growing up at a surprisingly fast pace.”

Akira: “You’re really cool, Mitile. I respect you a lot.”

Mitile: “…Thank you so much!”

Mitile: “To be honest, while I was wandering around the stalls by myself, I couldn’t help but wonder how you thought of me now, Master Sage…”

Mitile: “So it makes me feel really happy to hear you say that!”

Mitile: “Oh, that’s right — I found a really great shop while I was looking around. They sell lots of different coloured inks made out of flowers. Can I take you there after this?”

Akira: “Oh, yes please! It’d be wonderful if I could write about everyone in the Sage’s Manual using flower ink.”

Mitile: “Are you going to write about my hard work and what I learnt today once we’re home?”

Akira: “Of course!”

Beaming at me happily, Mitile held my hand in his so that we wouldn’t be separated until we arrived at the stall he wanted to show me. I squeezed his palm gently.

The idea of having to someday leave behind my Sage’s Manual is a difficult one — because I never want to forget Mitile’s gentle warmth.

Sub-Episode: Mitile and the Door of Days Gone By

Akira: “Apparently, there’s a door that lets people see into the past appearing on the beach of Borda Island.”

Akira: “Speaking of the past, I used to get very anxious when I first arrived in this world. Whenever I felt particularly bad, I would calm myself down by recalling a certain memory of mine.”

Mitile: “A memory?”

Akira: “Mhm. Of an adult I trusted reading me a book when I was a child.”

Mitile: “Me too! I used to love having my father and brother read to me as a child!”

Akira: “Ahaha. We’re the same then, huh?”

Akira: “If you don’t mind me asking, how do you comfort yourself when you feel lonely, Mitile?”

Mitile: “Oh, um… Well, I’m not really sure…”

Mitile: “I have memories of being by myself, and feeling lonely and sad.”

Mitile: “Of course there have also been times when I was upset or angry, and didn’t want to see anybody at all, but…”

Mitile: “I guess what I mean is that I don’t really understand what loneliness is yet.”

Mitile: “Even when me and my brother fight, we usually make up really quickly.”

Mitile: “And if we don’t, I still have my friends from school to talk to, and Doctor Figaro, and Mister Leno — Mister Mithra, too.”

Mitile: “It’s not like I have plans to go somewhere far away all by myself…”

Mitile: “To be honest, I don’t think I’ve ever really felt truly alone.”

Akira: “Ah, I see! But you know, I think that’s a very good thing, honestly.”

Akira: “It makes me happy to hear that you’re surrounded by people you can rely on. It’s relieving.”

Mitile: “You really think so?”

Akira: “Yes!”

Mitile: “Loneliness… I guess what I really think of when I hear that word is Mister Leno.”

Akira: “Lennox…?”

Mitile: “Yeah. Mister Leno never spent much time in or even near the Town of Clouds, really.”

Mitile: “When people would talk about him, I’d always think of this man herding sheep all by himself on some far away mountains…”

Mitile: “Totally alone with only the sheep and his sheepdog to keep him company. Doesn’t that sound lonely?”

Mitile: “I remember that it used to make my heart pound. Though, maybe that’s not the right way to put it… I just thought it sounded like something I could never do.”

Akira: “I get it… Sheep and dogs are cute, but you’d start missing people after a while, right?”

Mitile: “Exactly!”

Akira: “What about Rutile and Figaro, then?”

Mitile: “My brother and I have always been together. I know he’s got lots of his own friends.”

Mitile: “And Doctor Figaro is a popular person everyone can always rely on.”

Akira: “Mm, I see…”

Mitile: “Maybe once I’m grown up I won’t feel lonely living by myself, though.”

Mitile: “I hope I can stay together with everyone, even when I’m older…”

[doki-doki-imagines]

I need a little Gintama angst. Gintoki who is in love with the reader, but reader is in love with Takasugi. Gintoki sees the way you look at takasugi like he’s everything and knows you only see him as your friend.

“Hey, you arrived early.”

“It’s you that are always late Gin-san.” You chuckle, a sound that still warms Gintoki’s heart after all this time.

It has become a habit between you two, to meet once every two weeks and talk, about your life, complain, and at times, about the past.

It’s a topic you both try to avoid to say the truth, your hearts wounded for different reasons.

“So how is the business going?” You say while pulling out some onigiris from your bag.

“Can we change topic?” Is Gintoki's curt reply, voice so serious and so unusual from him that you had to choke laughter.

You chit-chat while eating, your cups toasting every time Gintoki pours the liquor in.

You both get quiet after a while, Gintoki’s red eyes lay on your profile, you are not looking at him, but at the sky.

Gintoki knows what are you thinking about. Or better who.

That damn idiot, probably somewhere in the skies planning for the next attack of the Kiheitai. How he could leave you for his crazy dream is beyond Gintoki, but maybe it is better like this, here you are safe, heartbroken but safe.

He understood your feelings long ago, maybe even before you could understand them. There was war, blood, and misery, but your eyes shined with so much love that it brightened his entire day. But your eyes never shone for him, but for a stubborn shorty fighting with him.

At times like this Gintoki wonders if you ever noticed how Takasugi's eyes shone as bright as yours when looking at you, if maybe he should have pushed you together, but now it’s late, and past can’t be changed.

His arm goes around your shoulders, pushing your head against his chest, there is no malice, as it feels more like a brother comforting his heartbroken sister.

“Will this pain ever fade?”

“It takes a lot of time.”

You nod and sigh, snuggling against him while Gintoki desperately hopes you won’t hear the crazy rhythm of his heart.

For now things are fine this way.

[asinfullangel]

10 Stock

“You know that I’ll always have a few in my fine establishment.”

Let's stretch the boundaries of creativity and go with a shop owner. A man that runs a public business with its ups and downs. Nothing odd about him nor the shop on the outside and all of his goods are fresh quality for his customers… Kinda normal and nothing odd about him so far. So then, look past his little delusions of hospitality because even though he runs this shop all by himself there are other things you can buy from him that cannot be placed on a shelf, hehe.

There are some preds that cannot get much luck in scoring themselves a tasty prey or are in a hard to hunt situation that limit themselves to how they can catch and melt away their prey (they do respawn as well with no memory of this happening). Luckily a few had heard of this shop owner and flock to his place, adding onto his workload while increasing his sales.

As for how he can always have whatever these pred may need and in such variety… hehe. That is only for him to know and his guest to never question. Let me at least write a short story before I add this somewhere into another one of my stories. A newbie pred is having some toublems in luring a cutie to his place that he is practically shopping everyday for alternatives ways to sustain his animal-like hunger. You can guess that there is no easy and quick way to buy grocery goods that’ll be like a miracle solution to his hunger. Yet, he was hinted at a serve that could help him in the meantime till he can refine his skill. Said hint came in the mail in the form of a flier for a shop. “If you are in a bind or looking for that one thing then come on by to buy just what you desire, need or want the most. Don’t be nervous or scared to ask the owner, he can help you by getting whatever is it you want, with a little extra fee sometimes.” What a confusing way to advertise a shop yet, a surprise that it got this newbie wanting to check it out.

He came in the afternoon once he was out of his college classes to check out the shop. It looked almost like a small fruit shop or at least it got that kind of feel to the place. Stepping in there were costumes just shopping around while the owner was a quick to spot man (being at least tall enough to touch the ceiling with his head if he lifted his heels off the ground). He took his time working up the courage to walk over to the tall man while trying to get a feel about who this guy was by what he sold…

“Is there something I can help you look for today?” Surprise that the shop owner came to him before he could. “Call me Daniel and I’m guessing this is your first time shopping in my shop, isn’t it?” The newbie, still stunned, managed to shake his head yes. Daniel’s smile was welcoming at least to see, but what made the owner giggle a little was hearing a soft gurgle coming from himself. “I’m going to guess that you've been shopping around to find something to satisfy your hunger, right?” Another nervous head shake yes then the owner took the shorty’s arm gently towards the back of the store. Behind the door he found himself in Daniel’s office with him taking a seat behind his desk. “So then, look like you’re still new to your new diet so let's start you off small and simple. Got a preference on where you want it to come from, how much fat or muscle mass you want and if you want some edible additives to come included?” …Clearly the newbie over here wasn’t ready for Daniel to suddenly ask questions about something he doesn’t have an idea of. He went for Daniel to just surprise him for his first time. The order was placed in and told, “I hope you enjoy your first of possible many shipments, it should be at your front door by 8:00 pm & no later.” Daniel shows him back to where he first grabbed him, leaving him to continue with his shopping (he wasn’t doing much shopping when he first began anyways), confused more on what he is revicing today by this shop owner. (We skipped ahead a few hours,) he picked up some fast food to fill him somewhat while waiting with a bit of fear for this package to arrive. Knock Knock, day in delivery with your package not a day later otherwise it is free on your next order. He opened the door to see a tall package, taller than him, just sitting there on the floor.

He was hesitant to open the box though he got the “determination” when he heard some strange noise coming from inside it… He opened it to see a tied up hunky man, gag and limbs tied with a little, “eat me” sticky note stuck to his chest. He was once more shocked, lost for words while his stomach started talking up a storm. (Let say as if with a snap,) His hunger sparked to life and found himself edging closer as his vision blurred to black… Awakened to himself laying in front of the couch without any hunger paining his stomach. What was a slight pain was the bloating by the now lumpy hunk in his stomach. It was his first oversized prey that he could have hoped to try much later on, but he had one finally shutting his hunger up so he didn't mind.

[guess-my-next-obsession]

i haven’t made a proper post about it because i feel really weird celebrating my milestones with this many new people around who don’t know me super well and might take it wrong, but—

THREE THOUSAND. i cannot even fathom how the hell this happened to a lil silly dude like me who just writes for funsies and offers very little beyond that but THANK YOU.

like i said, there are so many people who’ve started following me recently who know practically nothing about me since i tend not to be super active on here besides updating, so if you’re new, hi! i’m kat! thanks for being here and thanks for existing.

here’s some quick stats about me to help you get a better idea of where i come from because inevitably it’ll show in my writing one way or another lmao:

soy latina (y gringa on my dad’s side pero we don’t talk about that)

i’m bisexual and non-binary, and i prefer to go by she/they but either work just fine!

i’m 25 (aquas unite!)

i’m from SoCal but live in arizona. i’ve lived in southern texas as a little girl and that’s where my parents grew up.

i’ve got two cats, a dog, and that’s about all i have going on!

i’m a shortie (5’2) and i’d consider myself somewhere along the lines of midsize and plus-size, pero i have no real sense of self so who knows. but most of my content is written with my own body type in mind so if you’re a chunky babe, got a belly and thighs, and don’t really feel like your body type is represented, i’m right there with ya!

once again, thank you ALL SO MUCH i can’t even believe in under a year (march is my tumblr anniversary) i went from zero followers to THREE FUCKING THOUSAND. you are all the loves of my life and i am so glad we’re in this space together. 🤍

[contaiinedarmageddon2]

❌ Sollux accidentally revealing his hyper cock to one of the girl trolls. Preferably one of the less common pairings.

NSFWish below cut

"fuckin Pyrope bitches keeping a gill up all coddamn morning fucking glubbin. I mean. glubbin fucking? I hate this." Meenah trudged through the dreamscape path, a mishmash of who know's memories, muttering to herself angrily, trident across her shoulders. She liked Latula, after a fashion, she was r4d as hell it would be stupid to deny it. She didn't mind Mituna either, in the way one didn't mind a harmless lost lusus at least. But the two had been getting on her last nerve. For whatever reason, perhaps a shift in the bubbles, the two's little secret rendezvous spot for their flushed trysts, and they were fucking loud. Mituna didn't have volume control at the best of times but whatever that yellow weirdo was doing was making Latula compete with him in decibels. To say nothing of the noises. It made Meenah shudder. She had tried to casually, politely( something she was totally capable of doing) let Latula know that perhaps she should move somewhere else with whatever she was doing, but the finsufferable bitch seemed to take it as an invitation for her to brag about Mituna's supposed "prowess". Meenah left in a hurry, but the details she couldn't block out were swimming around her head rent free.

Maybe that was why when she spotted an unfamiliar pair of bicolored spectacles, she stopped to watch awhile instead of just ignoring one of the random losers getting the benefit of all her hard work in the alpha session. Just what was he up to in that clearing? By the flash of red skirts moving the other direction he must've been meeting with Porrim's little protege but why out here? Grumbling to herself about how stupid this was she pushed forward toward him, a half baked idea about interrogating him about Captors and their own timeline's Pyrope coming to mind.

"Hey! Shorty! Yeah you double dutch, don't you take off!" She yelled out as she emerged from the bushes, 2x3dent swinging off her shoulders.

"oh 2hiit you're that angry ver2iion of ff aren't you." The mustard said, already starting to backpedal.

"Who the fuck you callin' angry? Your lil goody-gills is a version of ME." Meenah declared with utmost calm and a grip on her strifekind that grew white knuckled as her instincts kicked in at the mention of a competitor heiress.

It had been a long time since she'd seen proper psionics from anyone but Damara, and she avoided that crazy witch anyways. The other Captor started flickering alight with blue-red light though, feet starting to pick off the ground as he must've planned to flee her gracious welcome. However, nobody was faster than the REAL Peixes. The prongs of her trident flashed out and down as she moved to pin him between the tines to the ground and prevent an escape. But it seems she misjudged how much power output the shrimp had, and her downward stab didn't quite hit on target. One of the razor edged tips caught the waistband of his pants perfectly and seemed to glide right through the fabric. There was a brief sparking noise, and then things got very dark and very heavy.

In an instant Meenah found herself pinned to the ground, something oddly soft yet so weighty even her vaunted seadweller strength was having trouble shifting the burden off her body, and her legs felt as though they were pinned under some ultra dense beanbag. With a final heave and a lot of swearing she managed to wrestle the warm pillar holding her down off to the side. Pupil-less eyes went wide. A veritable column of turgid gray lay atop her, thicker around than her torso and extending off past her head. Her eyes traced it to the base where a set of tremendous orbs had her legs buried. It was only at that point she felt the sheer heat coming off it, the very air felt thick, she wanted to gasp, not out of having the wind knocked out of her but take in more of the strange tasting aura. Without even realizing it her arms had locked around what amount of the spongy surface they could encompass, less than half of it, now holding it against her very sensitive feeling body rather than it pinning her. And this veritable monument to virility terminated in the disoriented, slowly stirring form of that Captor.

She was going to fucking kill Latula for hiding this. Right after she got done showing this guppy why she was the reel Empress apparent. In a few hours.

[decadentenemyturtle]

Undying Love

Part 7

Pairing: Thorin x Reader, Kíli x OC

Words: 1 318

Warnings: A little angst, mention of death

All chapters of Undying Love

Kíli tried to breath, but in vain.

He felt like a prey to be hunted down, and with this many people around he didn't know who was the predator. It might have been Nimue, but Kíli knew she wasn't the only dangerous person in this world. So who was it? And where were they?

People around him were restless, but none of them didn't seem to note him or give any dangerous aura. Kíli tried to find the mysterious person, without being spotted, but after some time he gave up. There were just too many people there, and it could have been anyone. They could've been even somewhere where he didn't see nor dare to look at, like in one of the buildings or... still in the crime scene, somewhere. Kíli was about to move out of the crowd, when the tall man Kíli had locked his eyes earlier burst out of the coffee shop and shouted towards him, them, the crowd.

"EXCUSME! You, shorty with messy brown hair, wi... YES, you! C'm'here, NOW if you'd please!"

Kíli stared at him with wide eyes. He.. had he... Had he just gotten himself in trouble, without meaning to? Kíli turned, lifted the ribbon and slid under it, walking as calmy as he could towards the tall man. He didn't rush but neither tried to take his time. At halfway to this man part of Kíli questioned, if this man was the predator his mind tried to warm him, but as Kíli looked at this stranger's eyes, he noted how he stared daggers and death somewhere behind him. So, it wasn't him. Who ever Kíli's predator was, was somewhere behind him, in the crowd, or further of them. Oh how Kíli prayed that this mystery person was further from the crowd and wouldn't hurt any of these curious people.

Kíli could feel his heart beating faster in his cheast as he reached the man and he opened his dry mouth to speak, but this stranger grapped him by shoulder and pulled him inside.

"You bloody trainee's are always late" he exlaimed loudly before they stepped inside and the door shut behind them. Second after the door clicked close, this stranger pushed Kíli towards the back room where he had seem employees go the other day. A woman, the same one Kíli had seen outside with this man, joined them and she glanced at him.

"And who is this?" she asked. Kíli wasn't sure if he should introduce himself or not, fight in the situation or not, or what he should do. Neither of them seemed dangerous, and now that Kíli tought about it, maybe they were policeofficers Merlin had mentioned to him and Thorin, given the fact that they were in on a murder scene.

"This, dear detective, is one of the dwarves who came from the portal I mentioned you yesterday" this strange man answered. Kíli felt his heart drop. Someone outside of their small circle knew that they had come through the portal?! Well, someone else that Nimue. The second they went through the door to back room, Kíli broke loose from strangers grip and turned to glare up at him, ready to fight.

"How do you know who I am or where I am from?" he hissed, not giving any chance for these two to continue their conversation. They could continue it later, when Kíli was not here. And if they were still alive. This detective seemed nervous and looked up to her friend, who sighed and put his hands in pockets of his pants. Then he glanced somewhere behind Kíli, and he turned to see a young waitress sitting on a stool, blank look on her face. Her hands, chest, stomach and her lower part of face were covered on something red. Blood, most likely, as it had been her co-worker who had been killed and who she most likely had tried to save.

"That is my little sister, Rebecca" the strange man started and Kíli paled. Mahal, he thought and turned back to this strange man, blank look taking over his facial feature. "She and I are friends of Merlin. And we know of Nimue, the dark witch, who owns this Starbucks. My sister was keeping an eye on her, untill... well... Untill she killed that other waitress for aiding the visitors from other world and then ran off somewhere"

Kíli felt everything in him and nothing at the same time. His eyes bulged, his breath hitched, everything plurred....

"Aurora..."

    "I received a message from Merlin" Lindir said, stopping next to a table. He felt a little bad for not knocking and letting his lord to know he was here, but this was urgent and Lindir knew that Lord Elrond would understand. Elrond lifted his eyes to the younger elf, the question already in his eyes. Lindir had no paper on him, which wasn't strange when one was talking about Merlin, for he didn't trust written messages.

"He..." Lindir began, and then he frowned before continuing. "He said that the situation has escalated faster than he thought it would. He fears that Nimue has grown more desperate these past decades. A young female from Earth 666 has died because of this situation, so Merlin will be opening the gate as soon as he gets everything ready. It should be in... 21 hours and 47 minutes from now, if I am not mistaken, but still less than 24 hours" Lindir reported, then staying quiet so lord Elrond could think. And he took some time to take this all in, to think. Lindir did not blame him, this was all sudden and a lot to take in.

"I assume Nimue still cannot enter in Merlin's shop?" Elrond asked.

"No, she cannot. Her strenght hasn't grown in that kind of level yet" Lindir confirmed, a little reassured for this information. Nimue was not something they wanted to add in on their list of black magic and dark witches and wizards, among other dangerous creatures that had started to arise recently.

"Good. Then, we will welcome king Thorin, (Y/n) and prince Kíli, and then we shall keep the door closed untill we can be sure that Nimue is not a threat to our world anymore. Or forever, if needed" Elrond gave his order and was ready to return to his duty with this dull paper work he had to finish before dinner with his family.

"Actyally... There is a slight problem with that... Merlin did mention, that the three of them wouldn't be coming back together. And he did mention, that they all would be coming back to Middle Earth but... Just not at the same time. 'tis was said in his sight" Lindir said, a little nervous. Elrond sighed and covered his eyes with other hand.

"Do I dare ask, how long we should wait, before the other party would come through the portal?" Elrond asked, still holding his hand over his eyes. Lindir looked down, before shaking his head even when lord Elrond did not see this.

"He didn't give any specific time. He only mentioned that they would arrive here safely" Lindir answered, feeling uneasy. Elrond lowered his hand and turned his eyes to Lindir. He nodded and thanked his advisor, looking after the younger elf as he nodded and left. Elrond couldn't quite place his feelings, but one part of him said that he had made a very, very bad mistake for letting (Y/n) cross the portal to her home. He should have seen it, known better of it. Her side of the story was only a half of the truth, and then there was the dwarven side of the truth, and dwarves, as Elrond well knew by now, were not ones to give up, especially on their one's.

And especially on their queen.

He had seen it before, a long time ago.

[acommonloon]

Throw it back Thursday

- Saturday I was telling my SIL about my first experience with peel-n-eat shrimp, while making us some. I was so hick I didn't know how to peel it but that wasn't what I most remembered about that day.

This was 1983, around the same time this pic was snapped. In fact, I thought the guy with his back to our little black and white TV was probably there when it happened. It was a party celebrating our graduation from Air Force Technical School at Biloxi, MS and Ken was part of the class. Another class member hosted it.

Turns out he wasn't there that day. I know because he called me about an hour later. I hadn't spoken with Ken since D (cutie far left) and I left Biloxi in the Spring of 83. When I answered the strange number, I immediately recognized his voice and when he asked if I remembered him I burst out laughing saying of course, I just was remembering him. Then I mentioned the party where I first was offered a bowl if peel-n-eat shrimp I didn't know how to eat then a bowl of pot - if that was cool. Awkward!!! The pot certainly was not cool because the AF was piss testing us almost monthly and a positive test meant getting kicked out, no second chances. Ken said he didn't remember that party.

Then I recalled he was older, married, and had a toddler. Not cool probably.

Anyway, Ken and his wife were from a nearby town. We processed into the AF together, shared the same basic training flight in San Antonio, we attended technical training at Keesler, and Ken and his wife even came to our wedding in December of 1982! However, after tech school, we went our separate ways. I went to Texas and on Saturday, Ken and Carol are coming over to catch up on where they went.

At first I was excited about this. I am interested in people in general and Ken mentioned they now live 20 minutes from St Louis, so maybe he could give me insider info about that exciting town. Ooh maybe we share some interests like restaurants, bars, breweries, etc! You know old man sports.

Anyway, after his call I sent him a text with my address. Didn't get a reply but no biggie. Yesterday, after discussing D's availability and preferences, I sent another text. No reply. So this afternoon, I sent a text saying - did you still want to get together?

Ken called shorty after. He apologized for not replying to my texts and confirmed they'd driven in yesterday. They still wanted to meet. D asked me to set up dinner somewhere. She has social anxiety especially when it comes to hosting people here. So I suggested it. There was a slightly awkward silence then he said they were hoping to come to our house. I was fine with it because I love to host and really if we were going to be catching up, we had 40 years of catching up to do. Then he said a strange thing.

He said he was talking to his brother who recommended taking Hwy 60 and...

I confirmed and filled in the last two turns to get here and said, "Don't you have a smart phone. You can't get lost anymore right?"

No, he replied I refuse to get one in protest.

WTF?

I didn't even know how to address that so I laughed and said, call if you have trouble finding us.

I texted D

She replied: Trumpers!

Oh shit.

I got some peel-n-eat shrimp for the occasion.

[enchanted-lightning-aes]

Get to Know My OC Tag

thanks to @charlesjosephwrites (x) for the tag! i’mma do this for Eubha from Blasted Scorn. the resident sunshine member, who tries doing her best. :3

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Within the quarters of a large ship, a young girl occupies a small room. Sitting on her sleek bed, tapping her fingers along it’s edge. She looks up and beams with a toothy grin.

1. Are you named after anyone?

“Maybe after a story from a book that one of my parents read. Other than that, no clue.”

2. When was the last time you cried?

“Oh, this is a tough one! Well, I guess months ago over laughing at something.  Yup, I think I laughed too hard to the point I sobbed out of nowhere!”

3. Do you have kids?

*scrunches face* “Nah! I’m still eighteen and live in a pirate ship! Maybe. . . I don’t know. . . but I’m old enough to know that parenthood isn’t for me.”

4. Do you use sarcasm?

“Uh, no. Definitely no.”

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

“The colors of their clothing. I know such a frivolous choice! But maybe it’s because of my height. . .”

6. What's your eye color?

"A shade of brown that’s somewhat of a mix between wood and soil.”

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

"Happy endings! I just love knowing that the characters managed to make it through the story. With their integrity and their hope in tact."

8. Any special talents?

*giggles*  “Singing. The seagulls enjoy it whenever we have a song together.“

9. Where were you born?

“Somewhere in a village. I forgot the name but it was in a village before I got taken into an orphanage. That I escaped from. But that’s another story!”

10. What are your hobbies?

“Playing some games and exploring different places! I’m so lucky to have that with my crew! And singing, dancing, and playing music! Kumari and Nishan often spend time with her while doing those!”

11. Have you any pets?

“A donkey! Heraldi’s a stowaway but I managed to convince the Captain to keep him.”

(in the background) Ianette: “The only reason that [beep]’s still here is because Titanrin’s putty at your hands. Humph!”

12. What sports do you play/have played?

*winces* “Sorry. I hadn’t done any and I’m not sure if I’d be allowed. Plus, Ianette’s irritated enough.”

13. How tall are you?

“Around five foot and four inches. See? What did I tell you. A shortie!”

14. Favorite subject in school?

“Back at the orphanage, I had been taught some things. And music class was what I remember liking the most.”

15. Dream job?

“Hmm. . . if I had to give up my venturing as a pirate, I suppose. . . a person who tends to animals. A shepard, perhaps?”

Tagging, no pressure tho: @fiercely-raging-writer, @liv-is, @sapphic-story, @pagesofcursive, and open tag.

also you can interact with this post, if you’d like to be a part of my tag game list.^^

[zaenight]

CHAPTER 3

Later on After Daisy had Finished taking her stuff to the house she was now staying in with June and Molly , she decided she needed some air.

Jogging to the stables she stopped by her horse,a beautiful midnight Black mare,Seriphina.

"Hey girl , remember those boys J.t Brought, they had this fight and Wam!,I punched Booker in the face,

Keith looks like a good guy ,

asked why colt was so protective, and Ernesto ,

wow." Daisy ranted to her horse.

"Just a wow? Ernesto's kinda offended Querida." Ernesto said entering the stable.

"Its almost curfew,what are you doing out here?" Daisy questioned , her face turning red.

"Ernesto could ask you the same question." He said with a smirk.

It was then she noticed that she was in her nightgown and he was in a white wife-beater and boxers.

"Why do you speak in third person?"  Daisy questioned.

"I don't know, It just happens querida." Ernesto shrugged.

"You have questions,ask em' I'll answer." Daisy said as he stood infront of her.

"Your Colt's daughter,but I can see that you don't really see him as a father." Ernesto said,his eyes gazing into hers.

"He just appeared into my life at fourteen, my mom is somewhere out there , probably drinking herself silly, or dead." Daisy said.

"He also said you had done time, I mean Ernesto can't believe it." Ernesto said leaning towards her in curiousity.

"Yeah that's how he found out about me, Imagine finding out you had a kid because the detention center called you !, Stealing , tagging,and assault..."

Daisy exclaimed laughing.

"híjole chica ! , you just get more and more amazing, don't you." Ernesto smirked.

"Well we should probably turn in , G'night Ernesto." Daisy said with a smile.

"buenas noches,Mi novia." Ernesto said kissing her cheek.

(goodnight my girl)

As he was walking away , Daisy was red in the face,turning around

she gave Seriphina a

"did you see that." look.

The horse neighed in encouregment.

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"There's a baby alligator in here, man!" Ernesto exclaimed with a scream.

"It's a lizard, man!" Keith Exclaimed.

Suddenly the three boys heard two laughs , Daisy and Shorty sat outside the window,Shorty had a rattlesnake rattler in his hand,While Daisy was looking at Ernesto.

"Oh boy, you're lucky

he didn't piss on you,You bellerin' like a branded calf." Shorty exclaimed.

"Rise and shine, boys,

we're wastin' daylight." Daisy said clapping her hands.

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