#It can't move but they can still feel it a bit. Kinda like a string connected to the other parts to transmit the vibrations of prey.

[cubicpeebles]

Fun Fact!: The webs of Rot surrounding Spool's can aren't strong enough to consume creatures on their own, meaning that Spool usually comes to finish the job!

[mochinomnoms]

How would ptm jade react if Yuu told him about marine mushrooms?

I only know what wikipedia knows about marine mushrooms...unfortunately for yuu mind reading doesn't give them sudden infinite knowledge!

“You know, with as much as you...like mushrooms and stuff, I'm surprised you haven't mentioned anything about marine fungi.”

You felt a chill run down your spine and Jade's bi-colored eyes on you.

“Pardon?” Does my darling also love fungi? How could I have not known this?

You shifted in your seat, staring down at your notebook as you doodles between the margins. A small button mushroom that you'd absentmindedly drawn minded you of Jade.

And you just happened to be doing research with him for your group project in the library this day.

“Sorry, I just was thinking about it, and it's just surprising to me that you never had, like an aquarium type terrarium or something with them.”

You let out a nervous laugh, after all, it was just you two by yourselves. Riddle and Yev were busy with their dorms due to the Spelldrive Tournament, and your dorm still didn't technically qualify, since all your freshmen were officially in other dorms.

Such a wonderful laugh, I'd like to hear it more...

“Well, to my knowledge, they don't exist.” Jade leaned in, his eyes wide and full of excitement. “By chance, do such mushrooms exist in your world?”

Please tell me more! Tell me lies for all I care, so I may hear your voice...though you wouldn't lie about such things, would you?

You perked up. It was rare that you knew something Jade, or anyone at NRC, had no clue about. It probably wasn't intentional, but the way people would look at you when you had no clue about something make you feel dumb, even though you logically had no way of knowing even the most basic things of this world.

It was kinda nice to be the one to share knowledge with another person.

“Well, I don't know a lot, but they mostly exist in marine environments. I think a few hundred?” You leaned in closer, moving your notebook towards Jade as you started drawing again.

“I can't remember their names very well, but I've always been a more visual person anyways.” You drew a piece of driftwood, a snail, and a rock covered in lichen.

“This one grows in mangroves, usually on the places. But this one grows around the shell of a snail, who eats it. And sometimes lichen will grow with fungi, but I don't know a whole lot about them.”

You paused, pursing your lips in disappointment.

“Sorry, I don't know enough to tell you about them, I know how much you...”

Your words trailed off as you looked back up at Jade, who was resting his check against his palm. He was staring at you with faint smile, and soft, half lidded eyes and pink cheeks.

So beautiful...

Cheeks and chest going hot, you stared back, opening and closing your mouth as you tried to figure out how to respond.

“Uh, Jade, you're, uh, staring...”

Jade stiffened, straightening up and covering his mouth in embarrassment.

“My apologies. I was just....enraptured by your descriptions.” And you. “I don't mind that you aren't familiar, but I would like to heard more from you about marine fungi. Perhaps you can tell me all about your world's plant life? It never occurred to me that your world would evolve differently, but saying that now, it seems obvious.”

He smiled at you again, his teeth showing a bit more as he excitedly leaned in.

“You struggle in musicology, yes? Perhaps in exchange for your knowledge, I can help you with practice?”

Please say yes!

You paused. Various suggestive scenarios that seem more apt for a risqué site or story flashed through Jade's mind in giddy anticipation.

You know better. You know what Jade's hoping for. You shouldn't string him along, you're going to get embarrassed. You're going to get uncomfortable, you're...

Another daydream, one of you two curled over a book, as you leaned into Jade's side while his arm pulled you closer, invaded your mind like a parasite in your brain. He had a tender smile as you laughed at something he said, your free hand reached up to cradle his cheek.

Maybe parasite is a harsh word. When the thoughts Jade had were so sweet and soft, it almost made you want to give in.

Almost.

“It's okay, I'm just a choir member, so there's not much for me to improve on.” You could hear your more logical voice sigh in the back of your mind. “But I'm happy to share...if you help me figure out if the mushrooms growing behind Ramshackle are edible.”

I'm weak…

Jade blinked, processing what you said.

Really? “Really?” Even Jade seemed like he was anticipating your rejection.

“Yeah, why not.” You shrugged, Jade's internal excitement flooding into your subconscious and influencing your own emotions. “Means less money to spend on food, and I'm sure you know plenty of yummy recipes we can use if they do end up good!”

Jade rarely smiled, at least not genuine, bare-teethed smiles. Despite the sharpness of them, you weren't put off by them, or him, at all.

“I would be honored.”

[moonsaver]

Thinking back to a post you once made about Aeon Sunday… Imagine being someone who knew Sunday in the past before his ascension, only to then receive the gaze of Aeon Sunday later in life

Oh my god. I love this. This is simultaneously creepy AND oddly romantic.

Theres a lot of possibilities for this – was reader sunday's crush? A suitor? Maybe just someone he shared small talk with and actually liked it more than usual? Ooohohoho

Im not sure if its yan or not, so i just kinda.. kept it variable(?)

This ones a bit longer because i desperatley need to wordvomti . Thanks.

Achieving an aeon's gaze is strange, your discipline, morals, ideals, lifestyle, something has to deeply resonate with their followed path. Let us assume Sunday is something similar to a "dreamlike" aeon [maybe it's mentioned in his boss form description, all i remember is the embryo of Philosophy ;;]

But again, it's not exactly stated how you'd be able to achieve an aeon's gaze; i still have no idea how acheron did it [IX is literally a black hole??], because i cant for the life of me read through those huge blocks of texts in the dialogue.

So lets say Sunday's able to pull his own strings and maybe even force you on that path. He's an aeon – who's stopping him?

Its the middle of the night, you're awake in bed, tossing and turning. It feels like something in your chest is pulling, a weird sensation you've been trying to put off. Your eyes are burning from the lack of sleep, but your mind seems restless. You try to calm yourself down and think about one thing and then another, one by one, until you remember Sunday. You wonder what was going through his mind, his in-between words in that one conversation, what he could have meant..

And like that, you fall asleep. Your bones sink into the bed, your weight relaxes into the pliant surface.

And then you awake. But somewhere else. It's not your bedroom – not the familiar ceiling, nor the corner of your room with piled clothes or a messy table. It's the cosmos, littered with stars. It's strange. You almost don't notice until you try to move – you're floating in space.

You turn, and he's there. That recognizable golden halo, stretching out into the dark expanse like the inside of a star plunging into the depths, golden eyes that peer down at you; with recognition, understanding, almost sympathy, and something you can't quite place. Your ribs ache and your lungs burn when you're reminded to breathe – this is the man you were thinking about before you slept.

You wake up, panting, shooting up in bed. The familiar space of your room greets you this time. The night is young outside your window ‐ not much time seems to have passed in that brilliant moment.

You were ready to chalk it up to a dream, like the ones where you feel like you're falling and wake up with a racing heart. But then you look down, and see a strange symbol on your body, something akin to an eye.

It seems you've earned his blessing to follow his path.

And even more? It seems like you're the first person to actually follow this path.

It's strange and isolating in a way. You can awaken from the sweetdream paradise your beloved Aeon seems to have put penacony under. You gain this strange, superflous, iridescent ghost of a halo, and you realise you can use it to communicate.

You can communicate with Sunday.

But a part of you finds it pointless. you can't understand what he's saying anymore; Aeons' existence transcends language. You can only hear whispers of people speaking to you, as though it's from the corner of a room, somewhere in the distance, with one barely audible male voice standing out in the whispering; it might be sunday's real voice, but you're not sure. At least, to some degree, you've managed to make out a few words.

Some words give you information. You can monitor the true handiwork of your aeon this way. Every person's dream — sweet, deep slumbers, exquisitely woven by deft fingers, all in 7 days. You figured this when you phased out of the dream, looking down at your own sleeping body and freaking out, when Sunday communicated with you for the first time, instantly calming you down. Dream. Woven. 7 days. Those words were evident in the cacophony of whispers.

Some words carry warnings. Or rather, they're not exactly words.

When your curious hands boldly trace the surface of a particularly fragile dream, you hear breathing. In close proximity, too, as if its right behind your ear. Sometimes, if you try to wake someone, you feel the breathing; warm, and languidly flowing down the back of your collar. You've chosen to not find out what happens when you don't listen.

Sometimes, when you decide to simply phase out of the dream to take a look at your own body in reality – you talk to Sunday. You tell him what you think, who you met in the dreamscape, what he can do to make it better [since.. well, you can't exactly do much to awaken anyone or oppose an aeon]. You assume he doesn't hear you, since you don't get your whispery response, but after you catch a few glimpses of your suggestions in the dreamscape, you realise he's just a good listener.

Perhaps, even if you may be the only follower of this path for now.. it may not be as isolating as you think.

[mechaknight-98]

Force of Will (NSFW) Ft: Chaeyoung *Twice

Authors note: congrats to twice for another successful string of concerts I hope they can rest and pursue whatever endeavors fill their hearts.

Part I kinda

The baby tiger of twice was acting less like the timid baby of twice and more like the proud monarch of the jungle as she bounced on your cock, hours after finishing a grueling flight. After another string of insanely successful concerts. As tiring as the concerts were they always left her violently charged with sexual energy.

Something about being adored by thousands set her off. Typically it wasn't a problem because usually she had you at her disposal to keep that energy in check, but with you working on an intense case these last few days had you stuck and busy.

Chae understood of course you were both young professionals who took their craft seriously and moved with exceptional care. It is what attracted her to you at the start of your relationship.

So Chaeyoung held all of the virulent horniness inside herself until she got home and found you sleeping. She bit her lip. She should let you sleep honestly but her body raged against her as her lust overcame her. She reaches into your sweatpants past your underwear and begins to stroke your already hard cock. She smiles. Even off in another world, your body was always ready for her. A testament not only to the compassion you had for her but your sexual compatibility with each other. You begin to rouse as the dream you are in becomes too sexually charged and wakes up to Chae’s face. She smiles at you but it’s not cute it is the look of raw sexual tension and hunger.

“Morning Tiger.” You say dazed and confused. You attempt to look at the clock but Chose jerks your head so you're still facing her. Chaeyoubg then forgoes a greeting and goes straight to kissing you. Her extensions fall along the sides of your face as she continues stroking you. As usual, her lips taste like strawberries. Or at least that's what your addled brain currently is perceiving. She breaks the kiss to take off her skirt, safety shorts, and underwear.

“ I have missed you so much.” Chaeyoung cooed. Her body vibrated with sexual anxiety as she began to fully undress, “the tour was so stressful and I need relief. Can you give me relief?” as Chaeyoung spoke her eyes widened with each word hoping that her seduction would be enough to rouse you from the haze of fatigue. You stand up now shaking off the dust in your mind as Chaeyoung falls onto the bed. She smiles at you with lustful glee.

“Where do you//” you begin but in her almost feverish lust Chaeyoung cuts you off

“Stuff my pussy with cum till I can't walk anymore.” you nod. You look over to your clock to make sure that tomorrow isn't the day you're meeting with clients. After verifying you flip Chae over and plunge into her sodden pussy. Chae screams as you fill her. Her mind blanks for a moment before she can speak again. You begin to thrust. She is so much tighter than usual. Chaeyoung moans and speaks out in a lusty haze. “Oh god, I missed this dick. I want to ride it every fucking night.” Chaeyoung moaned. As she speaks you increase your pace of filling her driving her crazy. You watch as her tight little ass begins to jiggle with each thrust and an idea pops in your head. You pull Chaeyoung’s hair. She jolts up to you as her body arches into yours.

“You're such a slut, Chae. Stroking me off while I'm sleeping.” Chaeyoung's pussy tightens at your words,

“I'm a slut only for you honey.” Chaeyoung moans as you continue to thrust into her. You feel her getting closer to release and decide to help her get there. You put your hands over both her nipples then you lean to her right ear, “cum for me tiger.” you whisper seductively as you twist her nipples. Chaeyoung screams from the pleasure raking her petite body. Her orgasm is like an eruption from her as squirt and profanities ooze from her two major holes. You continue to thrust her as she cums unrelenting. You watch as she starts to black out from the pleasure until she passes out on the bed. You smile and spoon her.

“Goodnight Tiger,” you say as you fall asleep again.

Chaeyoung wakes earlier than you do, however, and she “takes advantage” When she wakes up she feels your still hard cock poking her. She remembered that you were supposed to fill her. So hopping on while you sleep should be fine. Right. Chaeyoung flips you on your back before mounting you. Her movements force you awake as she reassures you.

“It's okay honey. Your tiger just needs her milk,” she says eyes full of unfettered passion. As she rides you her walls clamp down in ways you are not used to. “Just let go, baby. Cum for me.” Chaeyoubg hums repeatedly as she transitions from riding to bouncing on your cock. Chae begins to lose herself to the pleasure again and forgets about you filling her and decides to use you some more for her pleasure

“Play with my nipples again baby.” Your tiger demands so you comply, with a languid pace, you run your hands from her waist to her breasts. As you do so she moans intensely “Oh god baby yes.” she says as her pussy clamps down on you further you cry out as you fondle her sensitive nipples as she cums again. You let her flow through her orgasm as she continues to bounce on top of you riding out the rest of her high. As she falls onto your chest she whispers those magic words

“Use me, baby,” she says. All of your service pays off as you begin thrusting again her pussy is an overstimulated mess as you thrust in and out. Your tiger's tired whimpers spur you on as you chase your finish.

“Yeah fuck me harder. Just like that.” chaeyoung smiled her voice so blissed out and pushed you over the edge as you unleashed into her. Unsatisfied you keep pounding into her as your balls expel all the cum they had been storing. Chaeyoung groans as she hits another high. Which extends yours. When the two of you finally both calm down. Chae looks at you with happy eyes.

“I did miss you, babe.” Chaeyoung says “Not just your dick.” she said as she idly began stroking you again. Not to get you going she just liked to play with it.

“I can see,” you say content. “How was the concert?” you ask

“Oh, they went great. You were right Once love the new songs, plus We got to do Hello again and I love that song.” your tiger said happy

“It's my favorite as well,” you reply. Chae Young's face soured before asking

“I guess you have to get ready for work now?

“No. Well, not anymore. I finished the case yesterday and am taking a few days off as of now.” you answer looking at the clock. Chaeyoung grins mischievously before saying

“Oh, then we have plenty of time then.”

[valtrieys]

★ pairing : bf!chan x reader

★ warnings : smut (ofc) , degrading , some praising , chan calls reader interesting words (whore) kinda mean!chan, d&s dynamics , jealousy , daddy kink (mentioned like 2 times) , overstimulation at the end

★ a/n : this was a draft for a good while and was the original for my second work (sexting w chan) so lmk how it is....

Is this what you wanted? —- do you like it when you make me mad, so I can fuck the brat out of you?"

"n—no," you choked out desperately trying to show that he doesn't have an effect on you

you were currently laid on chan's desk in the studio, his work and things long forgotten on the floor as he couldn't bother with them, not anymore at least

chan was thrusting his hips into you, pace rapid and rough, your mind only being flooded with the feelings of immense pleasure that were going throughout your body,

your senses being heightened to the max, feeling extra aware of your breathing and way blood ran to your head-

"I don't think so baby, you seem to be enjoying yourself," he says with a shit eating grin before throwing his head forward to nibble on your shoulder

the pleasure building up in your stomach becomes too much that you can't hold in your moans anymore, toes curling and eyes rolling to the back of your head

not wanting to give chan the satisfaction he so desperately wants, you try to cover your mouth but he beats you to it and grabs both your wrists holding them up

not being able to say anything without sounding straight up pornographic, you simply bury your head into his desk where his work once was, cheeks running hot

he knows the effect he has on you

he can't ever help himself from teasing you, seeing your flustered face each time he does it, your image so beautiful when it happens,

he can never help the feelings of excitement rushing through him leading all the way to the tip of his thick and veiny cock

"look at me or I'll stop," he threatens, his voice projecting throughout the room, he feels you tighten to his deep and hoarse voice

not being to think properly without the constant thought of the way his cock was filling you to the brim, or the way his punishing thrusts made you feel things you have never felt before,

finally as you go to turn your head, one of chan's hands that was previously holding your hands up moves over, suddenly he's holding onto your chin forcing you to look at his face,

the eye contact you both hold is full of lust and desire, chris examines your face through his hooded eyes, looking at you as his you were a piece of art, his piece of art. all his.

"fuck- look at you. you are mine, all mine,"

he wasn't asking, he was letting you know that you were in his possession, that you are bonded with him forever.

"yes, all y-yours," answering his declaration of your forever bond although knowing what he truly meant, hands moving to grip the corner of his desk in order to stabilize yourself a bit more

"chan, fuck. I'm so close," whispering out, leaving your mouth ajar after letting chris learn the new source of information that you let out,

"my personal whore is gonna come, yeah?" his accent thickens towards the end of the sentence, voice presenting false sympathy adding onto his the pout he was giving you.

moving his hands to go knead your ass giving a few slaps here and there that would definitely leave your skin red for atleast a couple of hours, he slows his pace, slowly rolling his hips into you giving you the full experience of his length.

you let out a choked moan, chris feels the way your walls tighten against him, your close and he knows it

"let it all out for daddy," he hisses out, a mix of his and your sweat sticking to his skin, his face red from the heat of the room,

finally letting yourself cum after holding it in until you were given the permission to do so, riding out your high until you finally came back from the heavenly experience

stringing out whines from the overstimulation of chan still continuing his pace of abusing your tight cunt, "just- a little more baby," he huffs out trying to reach his high

"fuck- you wanted this- don't complain and let daddy do what he needs to," his eyebrows furrowing when you try to whine once more, your whole body sore after a good fuck.

his hips finally start to stutter as he approaches his high, letting out his load inside of you, "my good girl," he sighs putting his chin on your shoulder.

moving you over so he could face you, he pushing your wet hair back finally giving you a peck on the forehead

"my baby did so well for me," he chuckles, his aura completely changing after the fact

"thank you channie," you whisper showing your appreciation for him.

finally adding on as he started to gather both of your clothing, "sorry, for earlier. I didn't know he was flirting with me, I thought he was just being extra nice," staring down at the floor avoiding any eye contact, your voice showing the embarrassment of not being able to take hints.

"yeah, I noticed. just wanted to make sure you know who you belonged to."

[psychedelic-ink]

ㅤㅤㅤ✦ 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐒

ㅤㅤ mike schmidt x f!reader

genre: smut, minors dni, pwp

word count: 1k

summary: mike is asleep, and when he pulls you into his naked chest, you can't help but indulge.

warnings: established relationship, soft somnophilia, sub!mike, nipple play, body worship??? kinda, thigh fucking

a/n: thank you to @cupofjoel for sending me this image and giving me the need to bite that mans chest

Warm body. Warm breath. Soft bare skin. 

All of it lulls you into a sense of safety. Mike’s sleeping soundly. Fresh out of the shower, smelling like pine and bergamot. His arms are loose around your frame, your face buried in his rising chest. He smells so good. Feels so good. All soft and pliant as he snores away. 

You start with a kiss. His skin still damp from the warm shower. After every inhale you kiss him again, swallowing the dent in the middle of his torso and moving up. Your mouth grazes him slowly, a bit of tongue peeking through your lips. You cup his waist with a feather-like touch. Warm. He’s so damn warm. 

Reaching his sternum, you leave a peck and brush your face against the swell of his chest. When he lays sideways like this they resemble pillows. With a smile, you graze your teeth over the flesh. A slow shiver runs up his spine. You can feel his cock firming against your stomach. He shifts a bit, pressing himself tighter. 

It’s amazing just to be here with him. You don’t rush your movements, nipping and kissing until you reach a pebbled nipple. He’s fully hard now, his cock leaking, the fabric that hides the growing tent darkening. Your gaze lingers on his face. His lips are slightly parted, brows relaxed. A bit of mischief warming your veins, you kiss the peaked flesh and tighten your lips around it, you gently close your teeth around the nub.

Mike’s hips jerk, the softest of moans slipping from his lips. You smile broadly as you repeat the motion, this time flattening your tongue over the sensitive flesh. He whimpers this time, the sound directly prompting the pulsing between your legs. 

“Fuck,” he breathes just as you give him another suck. His hand cradles the back of your head, nails scratching your scalp. “What are you doing?” 

You move away with a pop, a string of saliva following your lips. You bring your hand to his chest and slide your thumb over his nipple. “You don’t like it?” 

“I do, I do. I just wasn’t expecting it.” 

He breathes heavily. Inhaling from his nose and exhaling from parted lips. His cheeks are sparsely flushed, shades of red that start from his cheeks and color a path down to his chest. You kiss the splotches of warm skin. His chest heaves heavily, your lips curling with a smile as he continues to grind against you. Your own arousal grows. Slick coating the inside of your thighs and the seam of your panties. 

“So sensitive,” you murmur, closing your fingers around one nipple while licking the other. “I bet I can make you come like this.” 

“‘Wouldn’t be much of a challenge,” he huffs. His hands trace the contours of your back, hips jerking when you swirl your tongue and gently pinch a nipple. His nails bite into your back, a burst of pleasure tingles at the base of your spine, you moan into his chest, your thighs clenched together. He whimpers, “Baby, let me fuck your thighs, please—” 

His cock nudges right under your pubic bone, the head catching against your clothed clit, your teeth accidentally sink into flesh. His hold around you tightens. His throat bobbing visibly as he swallows. You quickly rid yourself of your sweats, kicking them off in a fervor along with your soaked underwear. Mike doesn’t hesitate at all and slides himself between your thighs, your cunt pulses as he spreads your folds. He’s needy, almost like a teenager, as he thrusts between your legs. Your entire body heats up. Your tongue laving over his abused and reddened nipple, you drag your mouth to the other one, replacing the former one with your fingers. 

He moans through gritted teeth, his length shiny with slick. It feels so good to have him moving, stimulating your clit every time he pulls back and presses forward. He throbs heavily between your legs. He’s close, you can tell by the pitch of his voice, by the way he breathes out your name with every flick of your tongue. “Does that feel good, Mike? Do you feel how soaked I am for you?” 

“Fuck, yeah—yeah I do—” His head falls and you feel his lips brush against the top of your head. “Please—I’m—I’m going to—” 

You’re not sure what he’s asking for but instead of asking you suck his skin enough to leave a bruise, he cries out, and his hips stutter forward, his cock balls deep between your thighs. You continue to leave mark after mark, sucking, licking, leaving gently nibbles upon his skin—

But then you feel it, drops of wetness hitting the back of your thighs, the crease of your ass. Your eyes roll upon realization, a fresh wave of arousal leaving you and coating him. Mike holds you still, cock throbbing as he comes. There’s so much. It tickles as it slides down your legs and stains the sheets. Your lungs cave at how good it feels. Your violent sucks become soothing kisses. “That’s it,” you murmur. “That’s my sweet boy, making a mess.” 

He shudders and more spills from him, his balls drawn tight. When he’s finally done, he lets out a stuttering breath. His hands grip your shoulders and drag you up, he kisses you deeply, tongue dancing alongside yours. Your lungs burn at the lack of oxygen but it’s a sensation you greet with open arms. Your cradle the back of his head, fisting his hair as he kisses you until your head is spinning. 

And when he pulls back, it’s spinning still. 

“That was amazing,” he says and you smile lazily. Before you can muster an answer, he’s flipping you to your back. “Now it’s my turn,” he disappears between your legs, your body coming alive at the first flick of his wet tongue. 

[that-weeb-in-ur-closet]

"Valentines Sex? Yes."

Sipnosis: Wake the fuck up, it's V-day, and Satoru is horny. Ge got you gifts too, but, like, does it matter??

Pairing: Horny!happy!Gojo x f!reader.

Note from the author: This is kinda like... A funny smut? It's an actual smut scene, just with random jokes hear and there. - I'll be making more smuts about v-day today, so look for Suguru Geto and Shoko Ieiri in the next one.

As you wake up to the usual feeling of having your clit sucked on, you see the normal sight of your boyfriend in-between your legs and eating you out like the five star meal you are. But, you also see a few heart-shaped boxes, jewelry boxes, some fancy gold-plated rings, along with what looks like expensive clothing that is BEAUTIFUL, and lastly a few gift cards for different places.

"Good morning, princess. Happy Valentines Day."

He smirks up at you, sliding his tongue in and out of your entrance, licking up the liquids that spill out like water. That causes you to whimper slightly out of pleasure, happy about the gifts along with getting aroused by his usual antics.

"G-good morning, 'Toru... W-what's all this?.."

He looks up at you and hums, happily licking line from your hole up to your clit, then sucking and pushing it down with his tongue.

"It's Valentines Day, mamas!"

he grins, all giddy like a child. He kisses your pussy a few times, which makes you smile and look down at him. You gently grab his hair, which is just muscle memory at this point. He slowly takes down his pants, licking your inner thigh before lightly stroking his cock through his underwear.

"You know I love you, Princess? You're so pretty, and do sweet to me."

His words make you smile again, letting out a hum and gently pushing your head back. He wipes some of the spit on his tongue and smears it around before going back to sucking on your clit, taking his boxers off so he can rub his length a few good times.

You move his hand and replace it with your own, letting a small "'Toru," as you do. And that's all you have to do. He's looking right into your eyes while he's sliding his tongue into your entrance, on all fours, while you stroke his dick at a steady pace. Soft moans and whimpers are flowing from both of you until a light

"T-toru... P-please... Stick it in, inside..." He looks up at you, brain lagging from the sensation of you jerking him off, before his eyes widen with a bright smile.

"Ohhhh!! Yeah, sure!" He says in a happy-go-lucky tone, so jovial and innocent, as if you're not both about to fuck. After very, very little hesitation, he gently pins you on your back by your hands, immediately finding your hole, which, other men you've been with have failed to do, (it's a learned skill) and thrusting into you. Still with that happy grin, he giggles out a moan while your eyes roll back. You smile when he smiles, but your heart rate and breathing pick up, heat flushing to your cheeks.

"Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty princess... You're taking me so good! I'm so proud of you~" He says like a proud parent, going a bit deeper, a bit faster, mercilessly pounding into your g-spot.

"H-haaah.... Y-yeah..." You string out, seeing stars at how he praises you while he stuffs you full of his dick. You clench the sheets, moaning a bit louder when he licks your neck.

"Such a good girl for me! You're doing so good, Mama, so good... Hehe, look at how deep I am! Can you see it? Can you see the bulge in your stomach?"

He says in a fast and exited tone, enjoying every aspect of this. You can't even reply, gulping back air as your eyes flutter shut.

"S-Satoru... I-i-i'm-... Cumming..." Your voice cracks, light tears pooling at the tips of your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure. He nods enthusiastically, a wide grin on his face as he lightly huffs.

"Me too, pretty girl. Cum on my dick, please?"

He says as he gently kisses your collarbone, which is enough to send you over the edge. You both release at about the same time, your legs shaking and heart pounding.

"So pretty...." He stares down at you before rolling next to you and hugging you tightly, kissing your neck over and over again, the gifts long forgotten about.

[laroserie]

— characters : Alastor, + the hotels residents (vague mention - expect for Charlie)

— content : x gender neutral reader - reader is a baker, reader is naive (for a sinner), Alastor manipulate reader into coming to the hotel, Alastor is Alastor but he's also OOC (kinda but uh who write canon Alastor anyways)

— author note : this is the second part of an (potentially yandere!) alastor x baker reader - the first part is here (also the words count is : 1.7k ) (saying that because i outdid myself lol) (also yes i know Alastor canonically do not like tea idc this mf is gonna drink tea) ++ honestly considering doing a third part because I have so much more to say and write about this

After Alastor came back from his seven years hiatus and he came for at your bakery again, he could come so often, like once every two days.

But it could take him a while to make a 'move', try to get closer to you or talk to you about the hotel but one day, he comes to your bakery and asks for an unusual amount of pastries. You don't comment on it as it's not your place - you are just a simple baker ! But you can't help but raise an eyebrow.

Alastor meant to talk to you about the hotel, not because he wanted you to reedem yourself or because he wanted to do it for Charlie - well maybe a little but he won't admit it - but more or less to keep an eye on you. By then, he isn't sure as to why he wants to keep an eye on you - his assumption is that he feels the same way toward you as he does toward Rosie. He sees you as a friend but not quite - you are the sweet baker who makes quite good pastries and you are by far one of the less annoying sinners he ever spoke to. But he feels some kind of protectiveness over you - probably because he sees you as quite meek and weak.

So obvious what could be better than inviting you to stay at the hotel ? A place where he can both protect and keep on eye on you at -nearly- all time.

Alastor took this opportunity, 'These aren't all for me, dear. They are for ... my friends ?' he started while you were wrapping up what he purchased, 'You see ... Have you heard of the Hazbin Hotel ?' he asks.

'Uhm ... The hotel run by the princess ? Yeah I've seen a bit of talk about it, why ?'

'Well ! I am the facility manager of that, hotel ! And the ... pastries are for my fellows workers and residents.' He stopped for a second to gauge your reaction to that information - which was a simple nod and a 'ohh' - he continued. 'Hm, the goal of the hotel is to help sinners redeem themselves ... could you be by chance interested ?'

This question probably takes you by surprise. By then you already finished packing Alastor order - you push it toward him on the counter. You respond hesitantly 'Ha, well ... Is it possible ? To even redeem yourself ... ?' Your smile falter a bit and you look in the void for a bit. 'I don't think redemption is for me ... If I'm here it mean I deserve it and that it's already too late ...' Alastor didn't fully expect you to react like this - he did expect that you could say 'no' at first but not that.

'But ! Anyways, there is your order, enjoy !' You said trying to end the conversation there. But alas Alastor was not the type to give up so easily.

He took his order but continued on, 'If you couldn't mind dear, please just come and visit once, to be truthful, we haven't had a whole lot of sinners coming, you just simply visiting could be wonderful, and you could help bring Charlie mood up, oh and you both could get along so well !' As he finished his sentence he turned and walked toward the door and threw you a 'Goodbye!'.

Alastor knew you enough to know that he could pull at your heart strings to get what he wanted - you were always the sensitive type, the type to care even about strangers. He was sure that he could see you 'visit' in the near future.

And well he was right ! A mere three days after you found yourself at the doorstep of the hotel. You had been waiting for a few minutes already - you were still debating on entering or just turning on your hells and going back home.

But before you could do anything the hotel door in front of you opened in a big 'slam'. And once again before you could do anything, you were dragged into the hotel in a very enthusiastic manner.

'Hello !! Are you interested in the hotel ?' A cheerful voice asked you, as she dragged you into the hall, you recognised quite easily who is was - the owner of the hotel - Charlie Morningstar. It wasn't your first time seeing her, but it was your first time seeing her up close. You had to restrain a laugh at her over-enthusiasm, you didn't want be irrespectful toward the princess of hell.

'Good morning, I am simply visiting as it was recommended by ... a friend of mine.' You saw her be a bit disappointed hearing that. 'Oh. Is there anyways you could I don't know change your mind ? Maaaaybe ?' She asked.

You a small smile appeared on your face 'Maybe. If your convincing is good enough.'

Charlie took it as a challenge, she started by showing you around the hotel, and then made you meet the residents - you spoke a bit with everyone - at the exception of Alastor how was visiting his friend in Cannibal Town. To say you were surprised knowing that the two sole residents of the hotel were one of the biggest pornstar of hell and somekind of mad inventor could be an understatement. The staff of the hotel was also something - you knew already Niffty and Husk having heard about them from Alastor and you saw and spoke with Husk a few times when he picked up orders at your bakery for Alastor. And then there was Vaggie, she seemed to be quite suspicious of you and it feel like she could gut you out as soon as you do something wrong.

By the end of the day, Charlie asked you once again if you wanted to join the hotel - you struggled to answer her - a part of you seriously started to consider joining the hotel and trying to get redeem but the other one was still wary of the idea.

But you asked her if you could come every once in a while to visit and she was overjoyed by it - you didn't join the hotel but it was still an advances to have someone visit the hotel.

You did end up visiting the hotel a lot - at some point you could come once a week - you ended up befriending most people from the hotel.

One of those day, most of the hotel residents were out - only Alastor and Niffty were at the hotel. Niffty was running around chasing cockroachs - you were having tea with Alastor.

Alastor had finally decided to move to the next steps of his plan - to have you under his grip. He started by asking you a few questions about how you felt about the hotel.

'I told you, you could get along with Charlie !' You nodded as you sipped on a cup of tea. 'Are you thinking of joining the hotel officially ?' You sighed and shake your head, 'Alastor, you already know my answer ...'

'Are you sure dear ? I truly think it could be beneficial for you to join.' He persisted. 'But, I have a bakery to run, I, I have responsibility.'

'You can continue to run your bakery while being a resident here darling ! Honestly, why don't you want to ? Please don't tell me you seriously believe you cannot be redeem, we all know that it's not true. You by far one of the most ... redeemable sinner there is' Alastor tone of voice was serious - the atmosphere shifted and suddenly the way you were sitting became uncomfortable. 'Alastor please ... Don't.' You managed to utter, your looked down at the cup between your hands.

'What, I am simply saying the truth. I am just asking you to enlighten me as to why you don't think you should at least try to redeem yourself and join heaven.' You looked up to see Alastor with his usual smile plastered on his face - it felt wrong, you felt yourself crack. 'There is no real reasons to be frank, I just know that it's not possible, that it's not right ...'

Alastor shacks his head, 'If you don't do it for yourself please do it for Charlie, you both are dear friends now right ? Couldn't you like to make her happy by becoming a resident and attempting to cleanse yourself of your sins ? Ah, it could even make me happy ...' He pulled out the last card in his deck - once again he knew that playing with your feelings could be the easiest way to get you to stay - and so he did.

He could see you hesitate a bit, 'Are you sure ...? What if she learn that I don't believe in it truly ? I do not wish to be hypocritical ... isn't that a sin itself ?' Alastor laughed a little hearing you, 'You shouldn't worry about that darling. The important thing is the end result - not how you got it. Who cares if you aren't honest ? And if it's stay between the two of us, Charlie will never know.' You took a few minutes to think - weighting the pros and cons.

You sighed and nodded your head, 'Sure, I mean what could go wrong ... ha.'. Alastor smiles 'Exactly dear !', he took a sip of tea, 'Now, shall we do the paperwork now ?', he didn't wait for an answer and just pulled out a stack of papers and a pen out of Satan know here and slided them toward you.

You didn't brother to question him and just took the pen in hand, 'Do I really need to read all of that ?' you said pointing to the small toward of papers in front of you, 'Oh of course no, it's just good 'ol paperwork, you don't need to read anything ! Just sign the bottom of each pages and ... we should be good.' you probably didn't notice the way his smiles twisted as he uttered those words or if you did you just preferred to not question it.

Looking back you probably should have - it could have saved you from the collar and leash attached to your neck and the overall pain that was having your soul being owned by Alastor - with the added layer of being a full time resident of the hotel.

[giamee]

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐖!

( THE REST OF IT )

hello, just to clarify this post will be detailing the outline of the remaining chapters (and therefore, the rest of the plot) for my discontinued series all i think about now! (see this post for more details as to why i discontinued it)

i would recommend reading the previous chapters if you haven't already. once again, a massive massive THANK YOU!!! to everyone who has shown love to this series. your support was very much appreciated <3

and without further ado, here is the rest of it. below the cut. happy reading :)

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏𝟑 : LOOK AT ME!

[cw: smut]

-> cyno talks to you again, says that there's no movie to watch this time, but you can come into his bed if you like

-> you mentally deliberate for a bit, ultimately a "fuck it what else do i have to lose" decision because you've been hurt by alhaitham

-> get into bed with him

-> curse yourself because you forgot that it's directly opposite to alhaitham's bed

-> but then you shake off the guilt because if he doesn't care enough to be decent about it instead of stringing you along then why do you keep looking out for his feelings? his back is to you anyway

-> you have to climb over cyno to get into bed, laugh and joke with him a bit as you get comfy

-> he throws an arm around you, you curl into him, it feels so familiar wow you can't believe it's been four whole months since you broke up

-> get comfy, end up spooning

-> your ass brushes against his dick

-> he gets hard

-> try ignore it but you get turned on and you shuffle and accidentally brush against it again and he does a shaky breath and whispers out your name

-> so you start grinding on it slowly and his hands lock onto your hips

-> "do you want me to stop?" "...."

-> and then cyno starts kissing on your neck, gripping your waist, you're both all hot and bothered

-> and then uses one of his hands to tilt your chin back so that you're kissing him

-> a really needy and desperate kiss

-> and your shorts are really thin, his pyjama pants are really thin, you can basically feel the outline of his dick against you and he's practically dragging you over his length by now

-> moaning into his mouth and he pulls apart to tell you to be quiet unless you want to get caught

-> back to kissing, his hand around your waist is now starting to reach past ur waistband and into ur shorts, stroking you over the fabric of your panties

-> ur grinding against his hand, desperate for friction, he's teasing you in between kisses, still grinding up against you

-> his fingers draw circles around your clit, not quite touching you where you need him most

-> "c'mon, tell me how bad you want it"

-> makes you beg for it

-> "tell me how bad you missed me"

-> and after you beg him to do something he finally obliges, pulls ur panties and shorts to the side and knuckles brush against ur folds

-> "fuckkk, you're this wet just for me?"

-> starts to finger you

-> plunges in one finger knuckle deep, slowly moves in and out of you, already feel so full

-> grip onto his wrist and bite down to stifle your moan with the way he's curling his finger inside of you

-> and now he's whispering into your ear and also back to kissing on your neck

-> "so good for me" "i missed this pussy so much" "so tight, can't wait until i can actually fuck your brains out"

-> you're getting off from the dirty talk, squirming and moaning a little now

-> cyno uses his spare hand to cover your mouth

-> "you wouldn't want to wake up everyone else, now would you? unless you're into that..."

-> continues to finger you, feels so good

-> "you've folded so quickly, what happened to all that fight, hm?"

-> and u roll ur eyes at this and bring one of your hands back between the two of you to slide into his pants and grab him

-> he kinda hisses between his teeth as you wrap your hand around him, thumb swipes the slit and it's sticky with pre

-> "fuck, there she is"

-> you're jerking him off now, as he sits heavy in your hand

-> and it's not like he's completely unaffected

-> soft groans righttt into your ear, buries his face in your neck as he gets close

-> he ends up cumming all over your back and hand

-> humps your hand as the last spurts out and he presses a kiss to your shoulder and whispers for you to wait here and he gets up and goes to the bathroom

-> you're lying there contemplating life for a few minutes because you didn't get to cum and there's just nut on your back and you have to lie on your stomach so that it doesn't drip anywhere

-> cyno comes back, wipes you up, kisses you sweetly and it's quite nice to be honest

-> shake off that tension and try sleep

-> he falls asleep FAST, you're left lying there wide awake staring at the top bunk before you do finally fall asleep too

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏𝟒 : LIKE YOU NEVER LEFT!

-> another bright new day

-> you wake up because you hear everyone being like where's y/n her bed's empty

-> and then you hear ALHAITHAM say she's in bed with cyno and everyone's like oh...

-> so yeah a little bit awkward in the morning but not a big deal

-> another fun day planned and you're more well-rested this time

-> a boat ride in the lake!

-> and then the guys go shirtless so you're ogling not only cyno (ripped) but alhaitham (ripped) too from behind your sunglasses because you're messyyyy

-> HOWEVER in your mind the tides are turning, shifting a bit more to favour cyno

-> because he's ALSO being really sweet with you

-> pulls up your shirt when it slips a little low

-> guides you with his hand on your back

-> so the tension is there!!!

-> so he's acting couply and YES you admit it it feels nice especially because of mr. "bare minimum and below" alhaitham's treatment of you... so what if he's doing it so "nobody gets hurt"

-> so you bask in the couplyness

-> not quite holding hands and walking together level of coupley but... he's touching you way more than friends would be!!

-> and then you all have a nice meal which puts you ALLL into a food coma

-> queue the actual social media part with nilou doing her aesthetic food photos again

-> and some guilt from you because you're avoiding telling your inazuma friends about you and cyno. because you KNOW they won't approve

-> you'll tell them later. you'll debrief them later. there's lots to do each day in mondstadt anyway and not enough time to tell them!! or at least that's what you tell yourself

-> and then end the chapter with catching a train to falcon coast!!

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏𝟓 : DRUNK TCG!

[ cw: alcohol consumption ]

-> check into the airbnb, it's MUCH nicer than the dingy little hostel, very spacious and enough rooms for everyone to split into twos

-> cyno decides to be painfully obvious and s t a r e at you when there's one bed with a double bed

-> everyone gets settled

-> and then you all commemorate the night with a game of drunk tcg! loser takes a shot

-> so everybody is... decently wasted

-> kaveh the resident lightweight is like "haitham man why haven't you been laid yet no homo you're so pretty" "idc if i'm being zesty bro i'm RIGHT"

-> and alhaitham's eyes very briefly flick to you and you hold this supercharged moment of eye contact

-> but nobody notices because they're all too busy laughing at kaveh's antics and shenanigans

-> but everyone's having fun

-> cyno gets drunk too and starts bragging about how good he is at tcg

-> and then everyone gangs up on him to make him lose and he pouts and leans on you

-> and then you all pack up and go to bed

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏𝟔 : A PROMISE DELIVERED!

[ cw: smut, dubcon because you're both tipsy ]

-> so... remember cyno saying he'll fuck your brains out when he gets the chance? yeah

-> you're both tipsy as hell, giggling as you undress each other and kiss your way over to the bed

-> shushing each other as the bed creaks and giggling all over again because you're trying not to be loud... but you're definitely being loud

-> cyno still being sweet and coupley

-> not much foreplay but he holds your hand as he pushes into you and kisses all over your face

-> starts to move and pick up pace and the bed creaks SO much

-> the sober part of your brain prays that everyone else is asleep or just can't hear

-> and yeah he isn't fucking you, he's making love

-> slow but harsh thrusts that have you jolting against the headboard, until he puts his arm there so you don't bang your head

-> and you both have dopey lovesick smiles on your faces

-> tangles his fingers into your hair, cups your face as he kisses you as he cums

-> you don't cum. again. lol.

-> and then you both sleep. happy days

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏𝟕 : MANDATORY BEACH EPISODE!

-> a filler chapter

-> you all go to the beach and swim and have a nice day out

-> in the ocean you swim up to cyno, wrap your arms around him, he grins and holds you and you wrap your legs aorund him too and he carries you in the water. couple type shit

-> eat a good meal afterwards- seafood or something

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏𝟖 : HOLD ON!

[ cw: smut ]

-> more smut again. of the down horrendous and 100% sober variety

-> you're in the mood to go above and beyond, offer to give cyno a blowjob

-> cyno almost says i love you

-> and then the mood is ruined, it gets awkward. neither of you bring it up but you both know that you heard him say it

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏𝟗 : ZOO CLASS TRIP!

-> another filler chapter

-> another fun day trip out

-> you go to a zoo

-> give the other characters time to shine, more friendship dynamics

-> ESPECIALLY mr tighnari biochemistry with a minor in zoology's time to shine

-> he does a whole informational tour of the zoo

-> you're not really talking to cyno because you're not sure what to say. because you feel conflicted. do you still love him? you're not entirely upset because he said it? a lot to think about

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟎 : WHAT'S LEFT UNSAID!

-> so you're plucking up the courage to talk to cyno about last night

-> approach him like hey what's up

-> he's acting kind of... shifty? makes a comment about there being many things that you don't know

-> and you're like what do you mean

-> make a joke like hey it's not like we slept with anyone else after we broke up right?

-> and then he's a little toooo quiet so you're like oh

-> and then you ask who it is

-> he's hesistant but! he! tells!! you!!!

-> and it's kirara

-> flashback to chapter 4? i think. the flashback chapter. where you bumped into her and she left looking for cyno. and it all falls into place and the pin drops

-> in the shock stage because your ex and your friend got together and he only told you after fucking you MULTIPLE times + almost saying i love you

-> but now he's being all defensive like it's not like we were together. it's not like i did anything wrong.

-> and you're just dead silent as the two of you walk back to the airbnb. processing

-> end up leaving again to facetime inazuma friends on your phone on 7% because you can feel yourself starting to lose it

-> ayaka + thoma are in fontaine by now, yoimiya is drunk

-> you're crying by now telling them everything just starting to really go insane because out of EVERYONE why kirara

-> how he knew he was in the wrong because he only told you after fucking you

-> and for getting defensive so quick

-> find out that they fucked on the night you bumped into kirara

-> and that they're still talking to each other

-> this whole time

-> while he was being a lovey dovey couple

-> so yeah you're losing it now 👍🏻

-> and your friends are getting angry for you too

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟏 : KICK OFF!

-> so you're properly raging now

-> come back to the airbnb pissed

-> and of fucking COURSE cyno's pussying out by now

-> you're feeling confrontational.. kind of yelling and trying to fight with cyno

-> and he's pussied out and hiding in a room

-> one of your friends must have texted them or something because everyone else seems to know vaguely what's happening

-> they're sort of keeping you away from cyno

-> distracting you

-> eventually kaveh calms you down with scrolling through his camera roll

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟐 : THE AFTERMATH!

-> so once you've fully calmed down it's kind of sweet- everyone sleeps on the sofa in a group leaving cyno in his room

-> and you end up purely by chance next to haitham

-> by now you've calmed down but you're still a bit... out of your head

-> and awake

-> everyone else is asleep

-> have nilou surprisingly be proper SNORING cos lmao

-> so you turn over to face alhaitham like psst are you asleep

-> and he just responds like yes 😐

-> talk with him a bit

-> and it feels nice

-> and well... you got hurt so his argument is even less valid

-> and since y/n is FLAWED in this!!! u shuffle closer

-> haitham is just like baaaaad ideaaaa but he definitely doesn't do anything to stop it and shuffles closer to you too

-> talk a bit more and you can feel his guarded walls coming down a bit. he's being softer and nicer. maybe mention his supposed logic and he just sighs

-> flicks your forehead

-> "goodnight, y/n"

-> and then he stops responding

-> but you feel better

-> good enough to sleep so you roll over again

-> wake up again in the middle of the night and you can feel his arm around you but he's not quite spooning you awe

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟑 : EARLY DEPARTURES!

-> check out of the airbnb! and then on the way to the fibal destination of springvale woooo

-> dehya and nilou had to leave early </3

-> and you're still kind of reeling from yesterday still even after sleeping on it

-> you have to be near cyno because you're sharing the same suitcase... so it's a bit awkies now

-> dare to talk a bit

-> you even decide to extend the olive branch with sorry for going crazy last night

-> but he doubles down with the whole. i did nothing wrong

-> and then he decides to twist the knife even more by saying he doesn't care about you like that any more. even though he almost said i love you. and all of the couple behaviour the past few days.

-> and you're crying by now

-> and then he wraps you in a hug? and tells you if you still want to hang out and be friends and maybe hook up again he's still down????

-> so you're just like what the fuck now

-> fuck off cyno type beat

-> on the bus ride to springvale it's very much just straight emo hours

-> oh yeah also apologise to everyone for going crazy last night and thank them for taking care of you

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟒 : JUST A MAN!

-> a more smau centric chapter!

-> since your inazuma friends had been left kind of in the dark last night because you started tweaking give them a debrief now

-> also turns out that yoimiya messaged cyno to chew him out

-> and that ayaka messaged kirara to do the same

-> and that cyno responded just entirely bitching about you, saying some absolutely diabolical shit, demonstrate this through screenshots sent by yoimiya

-> and that kirara said that she thought it was fine and din't see anything wrong with getting cyno. her old friend's EX. especially since you two used to be close and yes you drifted apart but not too far for her to not know that you and cyno were a thing. you literally introduced the two while youbwere dating him.

-> so your friends slag them both off a bit

-> and you're a bit fired up again

-> so pull cyno aside like hey can we talk and he says yes, you mention what he was saying about you and ask him to at least take responsibility for his actions

-> and he says why should i apologise i've not done anything wrong. just being a dick by now

-> you call him a cunt. tell him that he knew damn well that what he did was wrong because he only told you about kirara after the two of you slept together because he knew that it would hurt you and make you want nothing to do with him

-> storm off. tell friends about it as a final update

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟓 : MOVING ON!

-> so after that massive revelation that cyno's a dick you go okay fuck this and decide to just put it behind you and enjoy the rest of your holiday

-> calm after the storm type chapter

-> chill with friends by a little lake in springvale

-> some swimming. some splashing. some alhaitham breadcrumbs as you flirt with him by pulling him into the water and he lets you awe but! that's about it

-> but you just aren't really feeling like getting into something new. because of everything. and last night with him makes you fairly sure he still has feelings for you or at least CARES about you and there's still a little spark there so you're like you know what? i'll let it be for now. there's no rush.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟔 : NIGHTLIFE!

[ cw: harassment ]

-> so you guys go out clubbing :3

-> there's a subtle split in the group. one surrounding you, the other surrounding cyno. you're a little tipsy but still have enough of your wits about you to realise your friends made an agreement to keep you two apart. which is nice

-> have a good time with layla and tighnari before they split off to be with cyno

-> and you end up with kaveh and alhaitham near the end of the night

-> kaveh is SO GOOD at dancing personal hc coming in hot

-> which makes alhaitham's stiff body just standing there even funnier

-> but hey you're here for a good time

-> so you dance with kaveh, he holds ur hands and makes you do a little twirl aww

-> you both laugh at alhaitham

-> he even cracks a smile at your teasing

-> but then you're minding your business dancing in your trio

-> when you feel that UNMISTAKEABLE feeling of a guy starting to dance up behind you and you're horrified

-> kaveh was closer to you but too busy dancing to notice your discomfort

-> but luckily alhaitham does and saves you from the guy

-> and you're about to say thank you and just keep it moving but then alhaitham's telling off kaveh for being so careless about his surroundings and having to pay more attention

-> he's properly angry and you've never seen him like that before so it's a bit of a shock

-> and he only really backs down when you put a hand on his shoulder like it's okay let's just go back to the airbnb

-> the three of you take a taxi back

-> you're feeling really tired so you kind of fall asleep on alhaitham's shoulder a bit

-> and he shakes you awake at the end of the ride LOL

-> and then chapter ends with you collapsing straight into bed

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟕 : LAST DAY!

-> as the chapter title may suggest, it's your last full day in mondstadt :( before your early ass flight back tomorrow

-> and you decide to just really enjoy the scenery of mondstadt since it's a beautiful day

-> hike up the cliff

-> pretty views

-> kaveh singing along with a speaker

-> walk next to alhaitham for most of it just chilling

-> at the top you're all taking photos and alhaitham tells you to pose for one

-> "i look so ugly right now" and he's just like "no you don't" with the softest look in his eyes aw :)

-> so yeah good vibes and a good night

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟖 : SOMETHING FOR THE FUTURE!

-> so it's the last night now

-> everyone's packing their stuff, getting ready to sleep etc

-> you're brushing your teeth in the bathroom, you hear a knock and open the door and it's alhaitham so you're just like come in because you're only brushing your teeth and he's got his own toothbrush in his hands

-> and it's sort of a despite everything that's happened it's still ok. your life isn't over kind of feeling while you're just stood next to each other brushing your teeth

-> glance up to look at him through the mirror just to see that he's already looking at you

-> and you rinse out your mouths at the same time and stuff

-> and he's like so.

-> and you're like so.

-> he's like we should talk

-> and you're like not right now

-> and he actually.... looks nervous for a change

-> and he's like yeah of course i just meant that maybe we should... talk later. about this (gestures between the two of you). about us

-> and you nod like i agree. but later. back in sumeru

-> and he nods too but he doesn't quite seem satisfied so you're like what's up

-> and he's like can i hug you. (i'm still not sure how pathetic i want him to sound when i ask this so it's up to you, reader. whatever degree of patheticness you fancy.)

-> so you do hug

-> it's just a short one but it's sweet

-> he smells nice and he kinda buries his nose into your hair for a quick second

-> and you're like goodnight haitham

-> and he says goodnight and flicks your forehead with a smile

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟗 : DON'T BE A STRANGER!

-> the final day, if you can even call it that because it's four in the morning when you all get up to get your flight back to sumeru

-> that early morning weather and dim grey light has you feeling properly at peace. that and the fact that you've blocked cyno and kirara on EVERYTHING

-> you got a random seat on your flight so you're nowhere near anyone but that's alright with you. just listen to music and chill for the whole flight

-> and then when you touch back down and get off the plane just by chance alhaitham had sort of waited back for you ajd the two of you walk off the flight together

-> and then it's bag collection. sigh.

-> cyno is still being bitter and a cunt and it's your luggage so he cracks it open grabs all his shit from it and then he's gone from you thank fuck

-> and then everyone's saying goodbye to each other before they leave the airport

-> when it gets to you and alhaitham saying bye you tell him how you're going back to inazuma for most of summer to be back with friends and family and he nods like yeah that sounds like. a good idea

-> "don't be a stranger" (chapter title reference woooahh)

-> and you laugh like i won't be. we'll talk when i'm back :)

-> and as he's hugging you he mumbles into your ear tell me when you're back in sumeru, yeah?

-> and then one big goodbye to everyone before you leave the airport with your half-empty suitcase and full spirits

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟑𝟎 : MOVING ON!

-> you're back in inazuma now

-> meet up with yoimiya, ayaka, and thoma

-> and have the MOTHER of all debriefs over a meal

-> and you realise that it's NICE to see your friends after so long

-> you've really missed them and that it's nice to be back

-> the ultimate consensus is that cyno is a cunt

-> and that you need time to heal

-> but that talk with alhaitham is the first stepping stone on the route to him

-> if you so desire to walk down that path

-> but what's most important is that you process everything that happened because jesus fucking christ

-> talk about the discrepancy between the emotion of any lingering feelings about cyno and kirara you have and the more rational thoughts you have

-> #closure

𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐔𝐒 : ONE MONTH LATER!

-> you're finally back in sumeru

-> it's been a few days actually

-> just a short and sweet chapter about how you've unpacked, gotten settled, all that jazz

-> and you feel a lot better

-> about yourself. about everything that happened

-> so you get out your phone

-> text alhaitham "i'm back in sumeru btw"

-> chewing on your thumbnail as you linger on the chat with him

-> watch nervously as he reads the message, likes it, and then see him type. and then stop typing. then start typing again. and then finally sending the message

-> THE CONTENTS OF THE MESSAGE ARE NOT EXPLICITLY SHOWN

-> but you react with a smile before typing in a response almost immediately

-> and that is the official end of all i think about now

[ THANKS FOR MAKING IT THIS FAR <3 ]

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[cybertron-smash-or-pass]

A bit of a loaded question, I know, but do you have any TF ships you prefer and would like to share?

I need you to be aware that you're opening pandora's box here. The vibes range anywhere from "god this is hot" to "god this is cute" to "their dynamic is so fucking interesting and i want to study them under laboratory conditions" to "this hurts so much and I need the drama, I am CRYING" to smashing barbie dolls together. I have crackships you ain't even THOUGHT about. I throw ships at the wall just to see if they stick. I like a lot of ships. Arguably too damn many. So many that I'm putting this under a cut to spare people from the long post. So many that I have to sort them by continuity so you're not staring at an unorganized list longer than do you love the color of the sky.

TFA

shockbee I feel has a lot of the potential for shockwave fearing what happens when bee finds out he's not longarm. Like a lot of the scenes in auto boot camp read to me like shockwave really did want bee as an ally while he climbs the ranks, and there's some juicy potential for shocker starting out as just using him until he actually catches feelings. Especially in aus where bee really did join the elite guard. Like can you imagine the drama. The heartbreak. The trust issues. Bee realizing he never really knew the guy he could trust most. Wondering if he's even safe to be around. If anything was even real. Shockwave wondering the same things. Hhhhhhhhh.

I do enjoy shockblurr conceptually but I'm not crazy about how they're usually portrayed in the fandom bc I feel like we're all forgetting that shockwave is a ball of anxiety and murder, and Blurr is a straight laced fuckin nerd who can't shut his mouth. An overpowered, highly capable nerd, but a nerd still. I like what the artist katzske does with them a lot tho.

I'm also a blitzbee enjoyer but on a less "bee can fix him and itll be so sweet" level and more "god imagine how annoying they'd be together." Looney Tunes levels of fucking with people. Either that or bumblebee is just horny on main and really likes the thought of bagging a con, but then he goes and catches feelings.

prowlbulk owns my entire heart. They're so sweet on each other and prowl really respects and appreciates bulkhead way more than bulky's used to. And bulkhead admires so much of prowl's skill and perspective. They work so well together as a couple and it's fucking adorable. With a hint of tragedy bc. Well. You know.

Bulkbee is also incredibly cute bc I'm a sucker for besties that very slowly realize they love each other so much it makes them look stupid. Good in romantic or qpr flavors. Bee already climbs all over bulkhead like a squirrel, they're so fuckin affectionate and very very stupid in social settings.

I like Optimus and blackarachnia from a drama standpoint bc God. They are tragic. They are MESSY. I genuinely think there's no happy ending for them. The trust is gone. But they still miss each other so much and they just CANT move on, so they keep stringing each other along. They're just hurting themselves and each other every time one does anything nice for the other. It's the kinda shit that just slowly rips your heart out. OP please don't text your ex. OP pLEASE

Megop is a classic but I feel we as a fandom underutilize how much Optimus pisses off Megatron. He is an asshole cat knocking shit off the counter for attention. Megs lets him be worse when he is so so fucking tired of being good. He loves that he hates him and he hates that he loves him. Full on "my esteemed rival" "dearly detested." Fighting each other is cathartic and addictive. Megatron finds it infuriating but he can't deny how much he likes having a worthy opponent, how fitting it is that the cosmos sent him so deadly a nemesis, and yet how lame it is that he was so forgettable at first so now he feels dumb being mildly obsessed with him. Optimus is just glad he has someone who doesn't expect him to be perfect and nice and upstanding. He can vent out a lot of his less noble feelings or impulses that he's had completely repressed for ages. The pressure's off in a lot of ways. And I think in an enemies to lovers sense, watching them figure out how to make that setup and that very odd mutual desire to be in each other's lives into something healthier could be really compelling. Or tragic in a "why did I let myself need you? Why the fuck did I let myself need you?" way.

Beeprowl is funny but I only really like it in a "you annoy me SO MUCH let's make out about it" way. Nothing committed, just dispelling the tension without having to kill each other. It is just kinda nice seeing them have genuinely sweet moments though. Squidbob ass relationship.

Lugnut and Strika are the perfect Decepticon power couple and I love them so much. So very much. Lugnut loves his big terrifying wife capable of leveling cities, and she loves her sweet devoted husband who could throw her across the room. I think they break chairs over each other's heads for fun and have been trying to seduce Megatron into a threesome for ages.

Shockwave and Megatron are also incredibly good. The loyalty. The "I commit my whole existence to you. I am yours, in mind body and soul. I will go wherever you need me to, I will put myself in immeasurable danger for you, just please say I'm doing a good job" and "all my efforts would be lost without you. In a world where I have been vulnerable and terrified, where I have been stabbed in the back by people I thought I could wholly trust, I can look at you and know, unwaveringly, you won't do the same. I trust you completely." It's Delicious. It's absolutely codependent but god it's tasty.

Also honestly? Bulkhead and the constructicons could make a pretty cute throuple. He wants them to be better. They want him to be worse. He just wants them to do honest work and they want him to stop letting stuffy, elitist autobot society control him so much. They love each other, they're friends (even if the constructicons don't totally remember the first night they met him). And they really do enjoy each other's company. They're just guys being dudes. Just dudes being guys. Just guys being gays. (It's also just nice when bulkhead gets to be the smaller one, scrapper totally carries him around like a big ol' cat).

I really like prowl being torn between lockdown and jazz. They're the devil and angel on his shoulders. Lockdown tempting him into relapsing, feeling himself fall into old habits, forsaking everything he's learned about patience and respect and being conscientious of the world around him. Jazz picking him back up when he slips, making him WANT to keep being better. And prowl can't decide if he wants to be loved in spite of all his toxic traits or BECAUSE of them. It's got me in a chokehold, your honor.

Megastar is fun in tfa because 1. It's implied Megatron never actually abused starscream while they were on the same side (the first thing starscream says after waking up from being shot is "YOU DARE STRIKE ME, MEGATRON?" which reads to me like this is a new development). Megs doesn't actually hurt anyone working for him other than Sumdac, who he fucking hates (at least not on-screen), and the only reason he was as aggro to starscream post-revival was because he knew screamer is the reason he spent all that fucking time as just a severed head. He used to actually trust him, sort of, even if he was a scheming, sycophantic little weasel. And 2. It's pretty obvious they have history together. I genuinely truly believe they were exes and Starscream only planted a bomb on him because he couldn't be fucking normal about the divorce. You look at how they bitch at each other in deep space and then immediately fall into what is most likely their old dynamic of getting things done and shooting the shit and tell me they never had an intense romantic stint that went horribly wrong. Starscream calls him Meggy in his internal logs for fucks sake.

Ratchet x Arcee are also very very cute together. Old married dorks. Ratchet's so soft with her and he wants her to be okay. She genuinely likes him and he makes the nightmare she's subjected herself to bearable. "Don't call me sir, I work for a living!" They're both horrifically traumatized, they understand each other on a level most bots can't, and they can ground each other when it gets bad. God. You know they're slow dancing in the kitchen together. You know they're sickeningly domestic with each other. They are holding hands in the park on a comically small bench on earth right as we SPEAK.

Oh also sumdac x megatron. It started as a crackship of mine but I really love the idea of sumdac feeling legitimately guilty for taking Megatron apart and unknowingly violating him the way he did, even if Megatron is terrible. Like the dynamic of "you lied to me" "if I told you who I really was, I would be dead. I don't owe you the truth when you held me captive. I was vulnerable. I was TERRIFIED. I did what I had to in order to keep myself safe. And you come to ME with accusations of doing you wrong? When YOU held all the power? And then when I'd taken back the power you left me without, made you feel what I felt, I'm a monster?" "I never meant to hurt you" "Well you did. And now you know just how much damage you did." Like it's such an interesting angle, ESPECIALLY when you consider that sumdac probably grew to legitimately care about Megatron while he was in his lab. He wanted to do right by him. He wanted to see him restored and thriving. He was his robot buddy that made a birthday gift for his kid once. Some part of him probably misses him after he's gone, some part of him probably feels guilty too, even through all the rage and hurt and fear and betrayal. That's complicated feelings!! That's juicy!!!!!

I like the thought of Shockwave and Optimus but that's mostly for sexy reasons. Something about a big, smooth talking, scary cryptid monster, very well spoken and elegant, seducing Good, Upstanding Autobot Optimus to The Dark Side. This is mostly because Optimus is a huge nerd and so is Shockwave. I think Shockwave could potentially pique his interest with uncensored versions of the history Optimus is already a huge dweeb about, and seal the deal with a few gentle touches and honeyed words. From Optimus's perspective this is Very Obviously a Honeypot Trap but the trouble is Shockwave is very hot and very sweet on him and starting to seem less and less evil so he's not sure how long he can keep his guard up when the temptation is this strong. He has a duty to fight Decepticons and shut out their lies but man. He's so tired. And Shockwave's berth is very warm. There is something satisfying about seeing him choose to be selfish after nearly a whole show of him taking the high road. (It's even better if he gets attached when eventually Shockwave's Cool Sexy Collected vibes falter and he sees how much of an anxious, panicky dork he actually is)

I also just kind of like the idea of team prime being a polycule (other than ratchet, who is just watching the young bots having relationship drama and rolling his optics (the age gap and mentor role make me personally a little uncomfortable but I have nothing against people who do include him, they're all adults, its chill)). I like the thought of these losers getting home after a long day and collapsing into a cuddle pile, either on the couch or on the floor. They all love each other so much already, I think they should kiss about it, but they're super repressed so it's So Very Shy and Cautious and Sweet.

The same goes for the Decepticons but more in a "cons are pretty casual about sex anyway, they're in close proximity, and they tolerate each other at least so nearly everyone has a fuck buds setup with each other" way. I feel like the autobots are super repressed in that regard so the cons started leaning into being sluts to stick it to the mech along with all the other freaks shit they're cool with. God help Blackarachnia, she goes from Autobot repression to all her coworkers being sluts on main and she Does Not Know what to do about that (also it would make a lot of sense if that's why she started leaning into the femme fatale thing so hard)

TFP

Megop is also Very Good here. Literally the most divorced robots to ever exist. Megatron NEEDS Optimus back and Optimus still holds a torch for megs, but it's so fucking funny because they're clearly on fundamentally different levels of "I miss you." Like Optimus is kinda sad and he does want the old Megatronus back, but Megatron does these whole fuckin elaborate stunts to get Optimus to pay attention to him again and then locks himself in his room with a pint of ice cream and dark energon to cry about him. Mans is NOT coping. Alternatively, Optimus is coping just as poorly on the inside and he really does still love Megatron just as much but he knows that's a selfish desire that he quiets with everything else he sacrifices about himself in the name of being a good leader. Least repressed Optimus.

Optiratch my beloved. Gay old men who would do anything for each other, even when they really don't agree on how to proceed. They're best friends, they're husbands, they're crushing on each other and they think it's unrequited, they just started dating, they've been married for eons. All of it works soooo well. They know each other well enough that they can communicate by just kinda grunting in specific ways. I need them to hold hands SO bad.

Bulkhead and wheeljack should get to kiss on the mouth I think. If Arcee can call Wheeljack Bulkhead's boyfriend, and bulkhead does not deny it, logic dictates they should in fact French kiss sloppy style for a whole minute on live TV. It can happen. Only on the hub.

KOBD are adorable together, they are so unhinged and stupid and they love each other so much. Like the team rocket of the nemesis. Breakdown loves his husband soooo much and knockout misses him so bad when Silas gets him. And you KNOW they're freaks bc knockout is totally convinced that breakdown would've loved seeing how he torments Silas in bd's body. He's probably right about it too.

I also wholly support Ms. June Darby for trying to seduce Optimus. Me too girl, get that robo ass. Go get jack a new cooler dad. It's also very cute to imagine Optimus, the bigass 30 foot robot, the stoic leader of the Autobots who keeps stonefaced through just about anything, flustered and crushing on a very small and very flirty human.

For some reason the show was kind of trying to tease Bulkhead x Arcee for exactly one episode and then never again and like. Look. I understand it was a forced het ship that was there to distract people from how gay they accidentally made the show. I know it'd probably just be Arcee rebounding after losing Cliffjumper. But I think them having a fwb type relationship while she works through her feelings could be interesting. Though this could just be because Bulkhead is big sweet and comforting and him holding anyone and making them feel safe while they're Going Through it is enough to get me saying God I Wish That Were Me.

Bumblebee and Smokescreen appeal to me in the same way seemingly very hetero frat bros who are apparently a very sweet and affectionate gay couple do. It's an inherently funny irony and also theyre just both cute himbos.

TFP Megastar is horrifically unhealthy in general and there is absolutely no way in hell it could work out. Not pre-war, not post-megs-redemption, nada. Which is why it has my brain in a chokehold. This is one of the ships I like because it's fascinating and because god it HURTS. Like I have my gripes with how the show portrayed the abuse overall but there were some things they were cooking with. Starscream being an obvious victim but then turning around and inflicting it on everyone around him? Girl no, the cycle of violence and abuse!!!! Girl no, you're refusing to do the complex emotional work of accepting that what happened to you wasnt okay and thus you carry out the behaviors you've gaslit yourself into thinking are normal!!!!!! Girl no, society has failed you and you have no support systems to help you break the cycles, but you also simply refuse to try in the first place because your pride wouldn't allow it!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No girl!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The cortical psychic patch was literally my fave showcase of their dynamic in the whole show. "I don't want to play this game anymore!" Like jfc ouch. Also the thought of post redemption Megatron lamenting how he treated Starscream, not having considered the damage he's done to him before now. Trying to make it right and only making it all worse by inserting himself into Starscream's life again and realizing how badly he's broken him, how fucked it is that Starscream seems to revere him after EVERYTHING. God. GOD. I'm in agony.

Rescue Bots

Speaking of starscream in the cycle of abuse, KOSS has postcanon potential. (Post Predacons Rising, rid does not exist 😌) Like. They've proven they feel some type of way about each other. "I've always admired your lustrous finish." "😏" But Knockout was the first person in starscream's life to set a boundary in a healthy way. And when starscream inevitably ignores those boundaries and knockout leaves, you know how much it fucking hurts starscream to realize how badly he fucked up. But of course, the pride. He can't apologize. Can't admit he's the reason knockout betrayed him. So he'll choke back the tears. He'll try to, anyway. But he can't stop the agony in his voice while he feebly spits out "Fine! I hope Unicron eats you too!!" You know the second they shut the door on him, the waterworks started, and so did the closest thing to self reflection Starscream's ever done. He Has the Potential to be Better with Knockout, but he NEEDS to put in the work, and the suspense of wondering if he WILL fucks my whole shit up.

It is so close to canon that blades and bumblebee are boyfriends. Hell I believe it pretty much IS canon. He loves that bug so much. He gets jealous when he hangs out with Dani and not him. He hugs him for a photo the first chance he gets. And since we know blades is confirmed as being into dudes, I think we all know what they were getting at. TFP bumblebee has an anxious twink boyfriend that lives in Maine and we have no idea whatsoever if the rest of team prime knows.

Graham and boulder pine for each other like you would not believe. Once again, pretty much canon. You can't just have boulder keep telling Graham "well I like you just how you are" when Graham's trying to impress a girl and expect me to not think he has a big stupid gay crush on his best friend. They love each other so much as partners and as friends, I know damn well they'd be SICKENINGLY cute together as boyfriends. They'd probably try to stealth it at first bc a human and a giant robot alien in love? What'll the others think?? Gotta keep it secret. Sneaking off into the woods so Boulder can work on his "art projects" but in fact they are kissing. They're not as slick as they think they are, Chief Burns 100% picks up what's going on but he lets them think they're sneaky. Nobody actually has any problems with it other than Kade making fun of them a little but don't worry that's just him projecting.

On the opposite side of the spectrum, Heatwave and Kade are the worst fucking tsunderes about crushing on each other. Between heatwave refusing to let down the brooding tough guy persona and kade being so insistent on staying hyper masculine (to the point where mild internalized homophobia is inevitable), neither of them can just be honest about how much they mean to each other and they gotta resort to getting each other's attention by being mean in very low stakes ways. I am drowning, there is no sign of land, you are coming down with me, hand in unloveable hand, except they're not drowning and they're just dunking each other in a kiddie pool repeatedly.

Heatwave and quickshadow are fun for similar reasons but with less shit lord pranks and/or lowbrow bitching, and more classy verbal sniping and sparring with each other because heatwave thinks it's hot when quickshadow kicks his ass. They're insufferably competitive and I think that could be very fun and incredibly messy, especially since they both need to learn how to communicate. Very bisexual, they are forced to share the brain cell, 10/10

I also just enjoy the idea of all the bots being in a polycule the same way I like the idea for TFA's team prime. They're very sweet together and they clearly care about each other a lot. Its just kind of nice when they all hold hands together, you feel me? They're sneaking off to kiss in the bunker bc they don't know if the humans know dudes can like other dudes. They are also not as subtle as they think they are.

Oh also doc Greene and chief burns dated once when they were teenagers and it didn't work out but they stayed besties, nobody can change my mind on this.

Beast Wars

Dinobot and Megatron are exes, 100%. Dinobot is probably the only being in the known universe that Megatron actually kind of cares about other than himself and his rubber duck. Otherwise he wouldn't keep trying to fucking clone him to make a version that will never leave him. There's also some implications here and there that Megatron really did want the world to be better for Predacons (along with the desire for power, anyway) and that preds are genuinely treated unfairly, so there's a pretty compelling angle of dinobot having been drawn to megatron because he saw someone with noble goals and a way to fix their fucked up world before becoming disillusioned with the dishonorable tyrant he turned out to be.

Dinobot and Optimus are also very good together bc it really truly feels like Dinobot finally found the guy with honor he thought he saw in Megatron. And he's infuriating half the time because he isn't nearly as bloodthirsty as he's used to, but GODDAMN does he make him Feel Things. The entire episode Gorilla Warfare has me obsessed with them. The bitching. Dinobot freaking the fuck out and Optimus tenderly removing the seed pod stuck to the back of his neck that was freaking him out and only laughing at him a little. Dinobot constantly trying to choose violence. The stupid smile when Optimus also chooses violence and Dinobot realizes he fucked up. THE BEDSIDE VIGIL. "It was my shift" AND YOU KNOW THEY WEREN'T TAKING SHIFTS. THE FLOWER ON THE BEDSIDE TABLE. "it is good to have you back." "Back home or back to normal?" "...both." THEY'RE HOMOSEXUAL, YOUR HONOR.

Dinobot (shit maybe I just really like dinobot) with Rattrap is good for similar reasons but the vibes are totally different. DoOp is all soft and sweet and patient and light ribbing, Dinotrap is talking shit at each other as a love language. Dinobot is a good guy but he's also, fundamentally, a bitch. Rattrap has proven he can match his freak by bitching right back. They love each other by pretending to hate each other. To the point where if Rattrap doesn't hear any comebacks he genuinely starts worrying because "oh, we aren't playing the game, why aren't you playing, are you okay?" They have so many soft tender moments where they prove they actually love each other. Their last conversation is talking shit!!!! "You're just a slag spouting saurian, but it's nice to know where you stand." "Upwind of you for preference, rodent." They loved each other!!!!!! Rattrap is fucked up over losing him!!!!!!!!!!! It's bittersweet, it's tragic, it hurts so bad and I love them so much!!!! They're stupid your honor!!!!!!!!!!!!

On a much sillier side, I do love Rattrap x Rhinox. Rattrap kissed that man twice. On the mouth. On screen. Annoying little gremlin who goes "nyehhhh" x big stoic dude who goes "hn." And they're both tech guys so they probably work on projects together a lot. And they all survive and are fine bc beast machines isnt real 💖

I have my problems with Silverbolt in general but I cannot deny that he and Blackarachnia are pretty damn cute together. He loves his girlfriend, they trash her shitty ex together, she loves that he doesn't try to change her. She gets to be the bad girl and the sweet knight in shining armor still loves her. "Dark poison of my heart" like c'mon.

Airazor and Tigatron are also pretty cute AND they have the honor of being the first canon gay couple in the tf franchise bc of the Japanese dub, which made Airazor a dude but left the romance unchanged (the Japanese dub was also just generally fuckin insane tho so it's not all that shocking).

Waspinator and Terrorsaur are boyfriends for real and for canon, John hasbro told me himself.

RiD 2001

I ship skybyte with that one girl that lives in a state of constant talking-car-based torment. Why? Because when I watched rid with my roommate we had a running joke that eventually they'd meet and have a whole robotfucker romcom arc and it kinda just stuck. This is my only rid ship and I will not be taking criticism on it.

Cyberverse

Bumblebee, Hot Rod and Cheetor are in a polycule together and nobody can tell me they aren't. Just how it's gotta be.

I want Perceptor and Dead End to kiss so badly. They're technically canon already given how hard the creators ship them. They hold hands your honor. "only a bolthead would go out there... UGH I'm such a BOLTHEAD" HES IN LOVE YOUR HONOR.

Hot Rod and Soundwave are great as enemies to lovers, they're so annoying 💖. I feel like they'd start playing gay chicken and be married with three kids wondering when the other guy is gonna back out.

SHOCKWAVE AND WHEELJACK OH MY GOD. fellas is it gay to program your drones which are just tiny versions of your own altmode to dance funny to Tetris music specifically because it makes your lame ass boyfriend laugh and then keep that function eons after you break up and still remember exactly what the command is? Fellas is it gay to get kidnapped by your ex and then get really excited about all the cool shit he's been making while you were separated? I wish they could've gotten a happy ending man, they could've been so cute together.

I don't ship it romantically but I believe in Grimlock & Arcee qpr. They love each other so so much they would've readily died for each other. I love their dynamic, they're insane 💖

Same goes for Shadowstriker and Soundwave tbh. Decepticon besties, and Shadowstriker being aro kinda just feels right. I like to think they cuddle and talk shit about Shockwave while Sounders blasts heavy metal. They play cod as the most insufferable duo.

Megop in cyberverse is so good because it really feels like they Had a relationship but it was unstable and moved too fast and they just assumed they were on the same page about things without communicating properly until suddenly they were in serious disagreement, and TRIED to work it out in a mature way but they were simply Doomed From the Start. And then it culminates in a whole fucking war but it rages so long, and they are so tired of fighting, and they realize they want to try again because nobody was really to blame for how things ended because they both handled it poorly. I wish they got that chance to try again properly. I wish when Optimus retired to just fuck around and vibe, he could've taken Megatron with him. I wish they could've fallen in love all over again.

Oh also Slipstream and Windblade being lesbian enemies to lovers bait was Fucking Phenomenal and I Love it So Much. They're smug and terrible and I want them to make out. They can make each other worse 💖

G1

I have not seen that much of g1 but I do know a few things are absolute truth.

Soundwave is gay for Megatron. This is arguably reciprocated.

Shockwave is gay for Megatron. This is not reciprocated but it is taken advantage of.

Starscream vacillates between gay for Megatron and trying to kill him. Megatron seems to reciprocate but only a little bit. Enough to keep him alive because he's cute. But megs also gets a lot of cuteness aggression so he feels the need to chuck starscream against the wall every now and then.

Powerglide and Astoria are tied for the pinnacle of robot on human romance in the entire tf franchise with Tracks and Raul, and if none of them come back in ANY tf media, I will riot.

Cliffjumper and Mirage have fucked at least once.

Wheeljack and Ratchet are gay married.

Optimus is bisexual and he loves elita-1 but there is something distinctly homoerotic going on with Megatron.

Conclusion

I like when the robots kiss <3

[icycoldninja]

I’m feeling angsty today so I came up with the idea.

Can you write the DMC men when they’ve been in a relationship with the reader for a relatively long time and they thought that they’ve been truthful to one and another and understand their flaws and uniqueness but one night, while in bed, the reader mutter under her breath:

“ You’re too good for me, how? And why? To be loved and desired…is one’s closest feeling to being immortal in this vast universe yet…why me? Of all those out there?”

She muttered as she thought they were still sleeping, but in fact they’re listening very carefully what she says, the quiver in her voice and the cracked tone of one’s suspension of crying

Then they turned to ask her why she thought she didn’t deserve to be loved, she kinda replies that it feels wrong to be loved and feels wrong to love someone knowing you can’t return the gesture how you want due to wither their financial limitations or emotional limitations, even though one should never be deprived of such feelings disregard of race, gender and class

Then she muttered that:

“If anything were to happen to me, you need to move on, forget about me, fall in love with others and treat them like how you treated me and start a family with them, okay?”

“You should not bind yourself in the past for my sake…even though it pains me to see you with others…but to not let you move on would be my biggest guilt”

How would they initially react?

This one's gonna be a bit different since they're more like reaction headcannons than anything else. Enjoy.

Sparda boys + V reactions headcannons

¤ Dante ¤

-Dante cannot believe you just said that. He's shocked, genuinely, undeniably shocked.

-He loves you because you're an awesome, sweet person who dared to get close to him despite all his issues and emotional baggage; someone who stuck with him through his crazy highs and depressed lows, and he'll forever be grateful for that.

-Then he hears you yammering on about how you want him to move on if something happened to you, and wonders if you've gotten amnesia.

-What kind of monster do you think he is?! He could never get over you even if he tried, and besides, with him around, nothing bad could possibly happen to you.

-That's it, Dante can't stay silent any longer. He decides to wake from his pretend slumber like Dracula and tell you all this straight to your face.

■ Vergil ■

-Vergil, the ever alert insomniac, heard every word you said and was quite upset about it.

-He chose you because you had the strength to stand before a son of Sparda and not quaver in your boots. You accepted him for what he was, and loved all of him equally, from Urizen to V.

-He was insulted by the next string of blasphemous words that left your mouth. How dare you suggest that he, the King of Motivation, would allow you to get hurt? Did you really have such little faith in him?

-He would not let you die--he would sooner kick the bucket than let you meet your demise, and even if you did pass away by some unfortunate turn of events, Vergil would never get over it.

-He could see it even now, how he'd lay his remaining human half to rest alongside your corpse, fully embracing the demon within him and going on to conquer the world, disregarding his brother and all that you'd built together.

-Vergil probably should have told you this, since the only reason you were saying such depressing words was because you needed comfort, but decided to keep silent. After all, he wasn't supposed to hear what you said, so he'll pretend he didn't. However, he will snuggle up to you so you can at least feel the comforting warmth of his presence.

□ Nero □

-Nero was awakened by your mumbling and managed to catch most of what you said. It took him some time to process everything since his brain was foggy, but once he understood what you meant, his heart broke.

-Why is that even a question? Why do you sound like you're about to cry? Are you considering leaving him? Are you terminally ill? What would make you say such a thing?

-Nero loves you because you're sweet and you care for him in ways no one else can. You're ready to die to protect him, and so is he--no one else could replace you.

-How dare you ask him to move on if something happened to you? He loved you, and only you! If you died, Nero would be inconsolable, he'd probably fall into a deep, deep depression and overdose on painkillers or something, but this is all speculation.

-Nero would sacrifice anything and everything if it meant keeping you safe, do you should have nothing to fear.

-Nero knew the only reason you were mumbling such things was because you thought he was asleep, meaning you intended for these words to be kept private. As much as he wanted to keep that illusion alive for your sake, he couldn't let you say these things and go to sleep thinking so negatively. Thus, he arose from slumber and pulled you into his arms, repeatedly reminding you of how much he loved and needed you until you fell asleep.

● V ●

-V happened to flutter awake at the exact moment you began your nocturnal lament, mumbling about how you didn't deserve him, or something like that.

-V was taken aback, wondering why you would even think that when it was clear he was the one who didn't deserve you.

-Then you started muttering about how you wished he would move on, forget about you, and start a new life if anything was to happen to you. This made V's heart shatter.

-He could believe you would say that; you were the love of his life, the one woman who cared enough to stay with such a weak, physically pathetic, borderline invalid for so long and enjoy the experience. You'd left a lasting imprint on him, one that he wouldn't forget anytime soon.

-The very fact that you'd suggest such a thing was not only heartbreaking but also insulting. V wouldn't let you continue thinking like this any longer.

-He got up and immediately wrapped you in the tightest hug he could muster, whispering sweet words of affirmation into your ear until you broke down in tears, then covering you with kisses till you calm down.

[xthe-writing-vampirex]

Hi, I don't know if you still will take requests but could you do fnaf ruin eclipse vore with borrower reader? I was thinking that reader was friends with sun and moon before the pizzaplex collapsed but was never eaten by them, and had to escape when the pizzaplex started to collapse and came back to see if they were ok. Perhaps eclipse was worried they would get hurt because of the rubble and so eats them to keep them safe. Fearplay would be nice to have but I was a bit confused with the rules in it saying that you don't do non consensual, but some of your other stories have fearplay elements, so you don't have to if your not comfortable. I really enjoy your stories and your very talented, but I know it takes time to do so take your time and make sure you take breaks if you end up doing this one!

Gonna be honest, I've been trying to write this for a literal year and am hoping my brain will finally let me. This is kinda my own take on Eclipse since I honestly can't fully get an idea of his personality from how little we see of him in the DLC. Anyway I hope you like it Anon!

FNAF Ruin Eclipse x Borrower! Reader ⚠️Vore⚠️

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You run through the now crumbling remains of what was once Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex, now reduced to a crumbling ruin with broken animatronics wandering around inside. As a borrower, you'd be living in and hiding in the walls of this place for years and the sudden appearance of the sink hole was almost your death. You frantically ran towards the exit, many humans doing the same, and only just managed to get outside the building before things started to collapse. Somehow the building is still standing for the most part and now your focus is on getting back inside and finding the one animatronic you cared about, Sun and Moon.

You hadn't seen them since before the sinkhole incident and you'd been worried sick since, constantly thinking about them and desperately trying to to figure out a way to safely get back in and to the daycare. It took you almost a month to plan things out and find a way to actually get in that couldn't just crumble on top of you but now that you have absolutely nothing will stop you from getting to the daycare and finding your friend. Now all you can hope for is that they'll actually be okay.

Crawling on your hands and knees you move through what's left of some of the metal air vents around the daycare, having used them to come see both Sun and Moon many times before. The darkness you notice when you actually manage to get into the daycare tells you Moon will most likely be active, unfortunately the familiar starry ceiling the two of you usually look at while you're there with him is badly damaged and there's a random array of lights on in different places throughout the daycare. Parts of the play areas lay under large pieces of rubble, while others seem fully intact and even usable. Pushing on you use a bit of string and a fish hook to hook yourself to the rim of the open vent, letting the string fall loose and down to the floor. Carefully and slowly you make your way down the rope, all the while searching around as best you can in the dark environment for any sign of your friend.

Once your feet hit the floor you take in your surroundings, starting to walk through the rubble and make your way towards the play sets in the middle of the daycare area, every little thing towering over you at your small stature. Usually you'd just have Sun or Moon carrying you around and trying to make sure no one accidentally steps on you. Now you're honestly wishing for that again, hating feeling this vulnerable and exposed.

Suddenly, you hear a thud nearby and the loud noise causes some of the now crumbling playsets to begin to fall towards you. You let out a scream, not caring who hears you, believing this is very much it for you. Then you feel a metal hand close around you and you're moved into an oddly dark, warm environment. You open one eye after a moment, carefully scanning your surroundings for any threats. What you do see confuses you. White, dull, teeth like protrusions around you, a dark almost navy blue pillow-like object below you, and a long dark tunnel like a slide just beyond all of that. After staring at the tunnel for a moment, you notice much to your surprise that there's a sort of soft light coming from it. You're drawn to it, moving further and further in until you slide down the long tunnel in question, falling into a dark, pillowy, open space. The warm glow slightly illuminates the area, dull like an eclipse, and faint stars can be seen decorating the navy blue fabric like walls around you. You don't know where you are for a moment, until you actually stop and think for a moment. When the realization dawns on you that you have in fact just been swallowed and ended up in something's stomach you start to panic, banging on the soft walls as hard as you possibly can.

Eclipse grunts at the sensation, holding the area where his stomach would be. Originally he'd simply planned to keep you in his mouth for a moment, wanting to get you to a safe area to avoid you being almost crushed by any more falling objects, then you literally walked into his throat and slid down it like it was a literal slide. He figured it wouldn't hurt to just let you stay in there where you'd actually be safe from harm while he tries to find somewhere he can take you where you'll be safe and he can actually talk to you. After all he does remember you, he's Moon and Sun both and has their memories, at the same time though he is a bit different.

"Hey!! Let me out! Please!! I don't want to die here! I just want to find my friend, please!" You scream, actual terror in your voice while you continue to bang on the animatronics fake stomach. Eclipse flinches again at the sensation, feeling bad for having scared you like this.

"Y/N. Calm down. You're safe with me. I'm not.....I'm not who you were looking for exactly but I'm still them. Just together." He explains, causing you to pause, thankful he's actually talking at a lower volume. If he spoke any louder it would physically hurt your ears since you're right below his voice box. You don't recognize the voice at first but the cadence of it is so familiar.

"W-Wait.....Moon? Sun?" You ask nervously, hoping beyond hope that this is in fact your friend.

"In a way....yes? My name is Eclipse. I'm both of them. You're perfectly safe starlight. I'm just trying to take you somewhere you won't be in harms way when I let you out." Eclipse explains, voice gentle and melodic. It's higher pitched than Moons but a bit deeper than Suns. You can still hear the similarity though. Calming down a bit, you move away from the walls of what you assume is his 'stomach' and look up towards where his voice is coming from.

"I-I.....I-Its nice to meet you Eclipse.....I'm sorry if I hurt you.....I was really scared for a moment there." You manage, voice still shaking a bit, as you move to sit down on the soft surface below you. "You....don't have any way to digest me do you?"

"Heavens no! You're perfectly safe in there Sunshine! I'm sorry for scaring you but I promise I'll let you out as soon as we get you somewhere safe!" Eclipse says, seeming offended by even the implication that he might be able to harm you. You nod in response at first before remembering he literally can't see you.

"A-Alright.....thank you Eclipse....I'm glad I found you." You reply, grateful to know your friends are okay.

"You're welcome Starlight."

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the way you had his hands tied to his back with a bullet vibrator attached to his sensitive, leaking cock for at least half an hour while teasing it non-stop, made it the perfect revenge. takeback, for the ruthless fucking session he made you partake weeks prior.

you were stunned once toji told you he would let you do whatever you pleased on him. though you took this silver plattered given opportunity to your advantage.

"what...?" you taunt as he laid on the motel bed's edge, finger sliding along his balls all the way to his tip, provoking a shudder to escape his lips, "can't keep up?"

"funny," he says, choking a moan, "c-can keep up like this the w-whole day." his green eyes watching you full of conviction.

"uh huh." toji gasped, to his displeasure, as he felt his right nipple being pinched and tugged while the other one was spanked. he felt the electric flux reach down to his wet erection.

driving his eyes to roll at the back of his skull and promptly letting thick strings of cum spurt out of him while letting out such an erotic moan. leaving his dick limp and twitching in releaving pleasure.

you huffed, not wanting for him to cum so quickly. "fucking pathetic, couldn't even wait to get inside me and fill me up."

still, your pussy couldn't stop quivering and damping your panties more at such messy sight and new discovery. "let's get you back up, hmm?"

you moved onto the bed to engage your hips on the sides of his waist. your tongue meeting his newly abused nipple while pinching the other with your fingertips. your teeth nibbled at the bud, earning you a grunt of pleasure from toji. grinding and sucking along his pec, you detached yourself once it was a dark hue of pink, leaning to red and swollen to pay attention to the other one.

toji's cock hardened itself by the constant stimulation on his chest. of course, you felt this underneath you as it pressed on your clothed clit.

"look at you," beggining to circle your cunt around his hardened shaft you decided to torment the man once more. "getting hard by being played with your tits."

"i-i could, shit...say the same fo- f'r you, s-slut." he retaliated, as toji would, all fucked out but still with his pride and cockyness intact.

you chuckled as you groped his pecs. "should i untie you? or keep going like this till you pass out?"

snapping his eyes wide open, he looked at you excited while tugging at the tie on his wrists, desiring to be set free. "baby please, love...the way you make me...feel, need your pussy tho- s-so bad! fucking let me fuck you all right?"

his neediness aroused you even further, making you want to taunt him further, though you couldn't take it anymore and wanted him to fold you over, to bury his fat cock balls deep into you and use you to his convinience and for his service.

taking your tank top off and moving the fabric of your panties aside, you gestured toji to get up. doing as you commanded, you freed him from the cotton shackles and aligned yourself for him to get swallowed by you.

he eagerly took the vibrator off himself and tossed it somewhere around the motel room. toji grabbed a chunk of flesh from your hip before beggining to grope and caress your body, especially your big breast.

"look at how wet you made me, now do as you please baby." you gave him last words of encouragement as your built up juices dripped a bit on his reddened tip. and with a final kiss on the cheek you let him take full control of you.

                                ©KILLZENIN

[redflagshipwriter]

Reassembly 2

link to first post

Masterpost

(the one where Peter Parker wakes up post-snap in a LoA lazarus experiment)

It was New York City. Peter thanked his blessings and the transportation gods. He didn't wait for the train to stop because he was kind of afraid that it wouldn't and he'd get carried somewhere else.

If he'd been a regular teen, it would have been like, super dangerous to jump off of the top of a moving train and land on cement. Peter rolled like he'd been taught and came up safe. He shook his wrists a little as he straightened and tried to figure out where he was exactly.

Okay. Operation solo hero was a go. Here he was, in NYC. He didn't have any help. But he was Spiderman. Peter tried not to feel discouraged about losing all his tech, his friends, and his mentors. He could remake his web shooters and a suit. He needed access to materials, but he could do it. His first formula had been made in a school lab. 

'But I wasn't homeless and undocumented then.' 

Oof, that felt bad. 

'Can I even keep my name? I can't exactly go to Midtown and tell them to make Peter Parker plural.' 

Yikes. That was a whole lot of yikes.

Well. One problem at a time, right? He needed to get himself into a more stable position for survival first. Now that he knew where he was, he could change his strategy from calling for help to becoming self-sufficient. 

He wasn't exactly sure what to do. The first thing that came to mind was that he needed more clothes. Even if he had liked this outfit, he definitely needed more than one set. This was gross. And honestly? He was kinda cold. And he was increasingly uncomfortable about not wearing underwear.

'I don't have any money and I can't borrow some. I can't steal from anyone. What can I do?' 

Peter racked his brains. Go through the donation bins for a thrift store? That seemed wrong. But … stores throw things away. 

'Department stores get new things all the time. They must be throwing away old clothes. If I check their dumpsters, I bet I'll find something.' 

With a plan in mind, Peter made his way to the closest big store he knew about. Even though he was stranded, at least he was in his city. New York City was way more comforting than Metropolis had been. He navigated by memory to a store he knew called- 

Huh. The store was where he thought it would be, but it had a different name. Peter quietly read it aloud, wondering if this place would have the same bland, safe fashion as where he'd meant to go.

Well. There was only one way to find out, and it wasn't by going inside. They were locked up for the night anyway.

He found the dumpsters. Peter braced himself for a moment, taking a deep breath. 

He didn't feel good about this. He didn't. Not morally- if it had been thrown away, it didn't belong to anyone– but looking at the outside of a dumpster really hammered in the desperation he was in. He was poor. He had nothing and he had no one.

Peter shook that off. "That's not true," he told himself. Hearing a human voice, even his own, helped a bit. "I have a great sense of humor and a positive outlook." 

Still, uh, he was ready for a lifestyle that included underwear. He carefully lifted the lid and rested it against the wall so that it didn't make any noise. Then he hopped up onto the rim and squinted into the bin.

There were big plastic bags full of fabric. His first impulse was to tear them open and look, but he refrained. It would make a mess for the garbage workers. Instead he painstakingly untied the string at the top and opened a bag. Then he pulled clothes out one piece at a time and examined them. 

His heart fell. He'd been right. These were all perfectly good, unused clothes with the tags still on them, so he could even sort by size. But someone had taken scissors to them all before throwing them out. Peter held up a t shirt and squinted at it. It wasn't that bad, really. They hadn't been super thorough. This one had kind of a snip through the middle. 

…it wasn't like he didn't know how to sew.  He'd done lots of repairs that way, and even made a Halloween costume one year. 

If he just stitched that up it would be kinda obviously repaired. That was okay, but Peter dug around until he found another T shirt in a different color. It was hard to tell in the darkness but he was pretty sure it was blue. It had a similar cut. 

"Okay," he planned aloud. "I cut them fully apart, even out the edge, and then sew them together so it looks like being bi colored is a fashion decision." 

He dug around for a couple more shirts, trying to get four different colors that in the daylight he could hopefully mix and match. Then he shoved everything back in that bag and tied it up. He hung his haul over the edge of the dumpster and started opening bags on a hunt for jeans. A pair of jeans and a pair of sweatpants was basically all the wardrobe a teenaged boy needed, anyway.

It took four bags until he found some, and they were too big. But the next bag under that had his size range. These had been snipped too, but Peter huffed a laugh. So what? Lots of jeans had tears in them as a style choice. He dug out two pairs and wiggled into them one after the other to check the fit. It was a relief to have his legs covered. They were kinda long but he was expecting a growth spurt any day now, so that was great. He was pretty sure one was black and one was blue, so that was a good variety.

He wanted underwear and socks. Maybe a heavier coat, if they had one. He searched and searched and came up with nothing. He did find a shoulder-strapped canvas bag that had probably been returned- there was a subtle stain on the inside. Peter would have preferred a backpack, but he shoved the clothes inside the bag anyway. This was a lot better than just walking around holding a handful of fabric. He put the little bag from the guy’s locker inside of it. He still hadn't even looked at what was in it.

Still. He stared mournfully at the clothes. No underwear, really? He was willing to compromise on socks, but underwear and shoes that fit were a big deal. 

"I guess they don't need to seasonally change those so much." Peter sighed to himself. "Wait- no. That can't be right. For socks maybe but shoes? They must throw out a ton of shoes." 

Just not today, apparently. 

Disappointed, he closed the dumpster back up and adjusted his haul over his shoulder. He left without looking back. He was already churning through possible solutions for his outstanding problems. Socks, shoes, underwear, and a sewing kit so that he could use his changes of shirts. 

'Fancy hotels have those little repair kits as part of the free goodies.'

Oh, man. Peter steeled himself for social embarrassment. He was going to have to wander in and out of hotel lobbies by himself, take a repair kit, and leave. 

'Maybe they'll think I'm a guest,' he thought hopefully. 'I don't look that bad. I look kinda like I'm going to school or traveling light.' 

Oh. That was an idea. 

'Lots of hotels have free breakfasts. I could just walk in, eat, and leave. Even if the desk staff thinks I'm probably not a guest, they probably won't say anything.'

It seemed kinda wrong. But it was a buffet. Leftovers were going to get thrown away. And he only had to wait until the morning.

Peter tabled the idea for later. It was going to depend on just how hungry he got. He was already really hungry, if he was honest about it. Whatever bodily numbness he'd gotten from the green jello stank tank had worn off.

'I'm going to get too hungry to manage before too long even if I have a huge breakfast every day. I’m used to running on a lot of calories. What would happen to my ability to be Spiderman if I can’t eat enough?'

He shoved the realistic part of him down and tried not to feel discouraged by his demanding metabolism. 

Focus. The first thing was fixing the clothes. 

'No,' grumbled a mental voice he knew he should recognize. It was coming through a fog of distortion. Shelter is first, Spiderman. Shelter, water, food, and then supplies like clothes.' 

He frowned and rubbed at his temples. He didn't know how to solve that problem. It seemed more practical to address the problems that he knew how to fix first. 

Well. A hotel buffet would probably have drinks as well, but they wouldn't be open for a while. He didn't know what time it was but it was actually night. 

At least he had a tentative plan for it. 

Peter steeled himself for embarrassment and started looking for hotels. The first one he found was too fancy- the amenities weren't placed in the lobby. He walked in and his attention was immediately caught by the soft golden gleam of a bell on the reception desk. It was under a strategic light.

'This one won't be good for breakfast either, there's nowhere for a buffet,' Peter noted. Thankfully, no one was waiting at the desk. He walked back out and realized that would probably be the case for most places at this time of night. 

He felt better going into the next hotel. This one had amenities out, but not a sewing kit. Peter took a toothbrush, two of the packets of wash products, and a cheap razor. Maybe this would be the time his facial hair started to come in and he'd need to shave. 

'I really need a wash,' he noted, not for the first time. 'So bad.' 

The green stuff didn't smell …too bad when dry. It definitely didn't smell as sour as it had tasted. But his skin itched and his hair was crunchy. 

The third hotel was the winner. He had the idea to look for a cheaper hotel aimed at business class travelers. It had free wifi, what was definitely going to be a breakfast buffet from 5:00 am, and it had the sewing kit that he needed. Peter took one gratefully, wondered if it would have enough string, and then took a second kit just in case. 

Okay. Next priority was getting clean. That would double up with getting water- now that he'd thought about it, Peter was thirsty enough to drink shower water from the faucet. 

He looked for a gym. He found a fashionable 24 hour one and dismissed it. Entrance was clearly only by key cards there. He needed someplace older. At least this was his city. He could guess the general area that would have what he wanted. Peter walked around until he found one and wiggled his way up to the third floor, heaved open a window, and went in search of a shower. 

"Good thing I grabbed this," Peter said, stripping all of his clothes and palming one of the tear-open packets of individual soap and shampoo. There was absolutely nothing in the shower in terms of amenities. Gym patrons probably brought their own stuff. 

He took the longest shower of his life, wished he had a washcloth or two, and ended up using both packets of soap to get his body clean enough. Then he hauled his clothes in, all of them, and washed them as best as he could using what was left of the shampoo. He wrung them all out and then put on his new jeans, totally damp. It didn't feel great on his skin. But at least it was clean. For now, he put on one of the black t-shirts. He'd apparently managed to grab two in black, one in red, and one in blue. This t-shirt had a v- shaped cut on the stomach, but he pulled the brown jacket over and zipped it up enough that it didn't show. It was all damp and very weird, but they'd dry quickly on him since he was moving around, right?

When he looked at himself in the mirror, Peter looked like himself. Sure, he was damp and messy haired. But he was clean! He shot himself a thumbs up. 

He left the rest of the clothes hanging to dry and wandered the gym. It was eerie but also really interesting. He'd never spent much time in an actual gym. 

That might be a cool hobby to take up. If nothing else, he could maybe find some classes. 

Oh! A clock. Peter squinted at it in the dark. It was 3:42 AM. It wasn't actually that long until the hotel breakfast bar opened, then. He'd been walking around all night.

'I need a way to tell time on my own. There's not that many clocks in public.'

The first thing that he came back to when he thought of his problems was money. Money, money, money. He needed it. And he needed ID- did the ID come before the money, or the other way around? He needed tech to be Spiderman and to live in general– man, it was weird to be without a phone– so, how? 

His first thought was to go to school and use the laptops there. But he wasn't a student. That would probably freak people out- or worse, draw attention to him. Was it more illegal to exist without documentation, or to be a minor who wasn't in school? 

Peter shuddered. Yeah, no high schools. 

But a public library? That had potential. The computers were always pretty old but they were free to use. 

That was most of an itinerary for the day, then, he realized. It made him feel better to have a plan. He was going to wait a while for his clothes to dry (should he point the blow dryer at them?), and shove them in his bag. He'd go back to the business hotel for breakfast and probably more soap, then go to the library. 

'I need to eat a lot at that buffet.' 

His stomach rumbled in agreement. Oh man, this was kinda bad. He had no idea how to get another meal today. 

Well. He could look into it when he was at the library. 

He ended up turning the blow dryer on his clothes to get them dry. They didn't seem any dryer than they'd been when he wrung them out. That made for a tense hour of pointing the little machine while his arm got tired and he kept jumping at sounds that might be someone coming to open up the gym. 

Stupid, Peter chastised himself. Of course a couple hours in a humid room wasn't enough to dry anything. They'd get moldy first. 

He got them dry enough to fold up and put in his canvas bag, and then he went out by the same window that he'd come in. 

'I hope they don't start locking that. If I don't have a place to stay soon, I'm gonna really need these showers.'

It didn't take him long to get back to the business hotel. It was somewhere between 5 and 6, which meant that the buffet was fully out but not busy. Peter walked in and beelined to the food, trying desperately to look like he belonged.  

Nutritionally, it was pretty good considering the circumstances. Peter grabbed an apple and a banana from the fruit bowl and got a glass of milk as well as orange juice. He wasn't going to get scurvy, at least! 

Glass containers had a selection of baked goods that honestly all just looked okay. He picked out a couple of plain rolls and then something that had walnuts in it. For protein, his options were some queasy looking sausages and a tray of scarily yellow scrambled eggs. He took a generous portion of both and finally started eating.

Whoa. As soon as he'd had a few bites, it was like the dial turned up on his hunger. Peter ate at record speed and caught himself looking back at the buffet.

No one was looking. There was only one other person in the buffet area, a young woman staring grimly into a cup of coffee and using her phone. The receptionist wasn't paying attention at all.

Peter felt worse, somehow, about going back for seconds than he had about coming here in the first place. But he was too hungry for shame. He grabbed two bagels and toasted them at the same time and stuffed his pockets with cream cheese packets. 

'I could take a bit of this with me. A roll or two and maybe a banana? Ugh, it's weird, but the cream cheese has protein in it…' 

He put another couple of packets in his pocket. No one was going to count and realize he was taking two of them out the door. 

While he waited for the bagels to toast he refilled his drinks and added a coffee and an apple juice. He felt ridiculous with four drinks, so he drained the milk and put the empty cup in the clean up bin. 

He filled a second plate of sausages and scrambled eggs (they weren't that bad) and piled the bagels on it as soon as they popped up. 

Once he'd eaten his second serving, Peter felt a lot more human. 

He also felt exhausted. Like, he was beyond tired. 

'I didn't sleep at all so that figures. And I don't have any idea where I can sleep today. So… maybe one more coffee while I wait for the food to give me energy I can use?'

He couldn't quite stand the idea of gulping down all that liquid right then. It seemed like a good time to see what was in the little bag he'd gotten from the probably evil scientist's locker.

'The guy worked somewhere that stores human bodies in rancid green jello. If he's not an evil scientist, it's only because he's an evil janitor or receptionist or something.'

That… It wasn't ideal but it made him feel a little better and a little braver. 

The instant he unzipped the little bag, Peter realized that the guy basically had his whole life in the bag. That included a phone, which was either turned off or dead.

"Whoops," he muttered. He considered turning it on but paused. Would that be safe? He might need it. But what if someone realized it had been stolen and tracked it?

He left it alone for now and looked at the wallet.

The first thing was a Metro City transit card. Peter looked at it and put it back in place. There were a couple more cards- credit or debit, an expired gift card, membership cards to three different pizza places and a gym, and an ID. Peter glanced around guiltily to be sure no one was looking before he checked the name and photo.

Richard DeWitt was blonde, apparently 5ft 10 inches, and 170 lbs. He had a lopsided smile and dead eyes in his photo. Brown eyes. 

DeWitt was 37- no, Peter corrected internally. He grimaced. He was 5 years in the past, so DeWitt was only 32. One of the ID cards was for work, which was a goldmine. Or it could have been, if the company name had been written instead of the initialism LOA.

Better than nothing, at least. He memorized the letters and logo.

The debit and credit cards were no good to him. Peter made a mental note to destroy them later, so that no one else could pull them out of the garbage and use them later. 

He paused for a long moment over the cash. He felt like a spotlight was about to shine down on him and an announcer would call him a thief. But he counted it: 87 dollars. That wasn’t Tony Stark money, but there were a lot of problems it could solve for him.

'The money isn't the same as back home.'

His eye caught on the one dollar bills. He picked them out of the pile to look at them more closely, like an inspection was going to make them change.

Assuming DeWitt didn't have fake currency on him, the US dollar was different.

Peter stopped. He belatedly processed that.

There was no way in a million years that the picture on the dollar had changed in the last five years. It had always been the same guy. 

But here it was, unmistakably a US dollar with a man Peter didn't know printed in the center.

That changed things. 

'I"m not on my earth, unless this is a hallucination. Where else could I be!?' 

He would like to stop having paradigm changing realizations, any day now. 

The only thing that kept him from having a total nervous breakdown was that he was in public. Sort of. There was no one directly looking at him, but that would probably change if he went into the fetal position and started wheezing.

This was bad. This was really, really, bad, actually. 

He needed to go back to the drawing board. For all he knew, there was no Peter Parker here, no Tony Stark, no one he could go to for help.

And the people who had kidnapped him-

Oh, hell. They could be anybody for all he knew. Heck, what if that was a government thing? If they didn’t even have the same presidents, he couldn’t assume this was the same country, in a sense.

‘I need to look into that, as soon as possible. What if I’ve got the universe equivalent of like, HYDRA or something looking for me? That would be a bad surprise.’

He had the address of that building, at least, and the name of an employee. That was something to go off of. 

Peter forced himself to exhale long and slow. He picked up his mess. He didn’t finish going through the guy’s wallet but he didn’t have the nerves for it right now. He stuffed it back into his satchel and left with a nod at the desk clerk. 

He needed information, and that meant the library was even more urgent. It was the only way he knew to access the internet.

The walk wasn’t too bad. His nerves were a knot in his throat as Peter crossed morning traffic on what had to be a weekday, but his memory of NYC didn’t lead him wrong. He bounded up the stone steps to a big library two at a time, shot a queasy smile at the man behind the desk, and ducked his head as he walked in and did a little tour of the place.

There were three floors. The first floor had a dedicated computer lab for students, and long desk with four computers for public use. Near it there was a little table with pitchers of coffee, water, and paper cups with a sign encouraging free usage. There was also a reading corner, a collection of tables for quiet group projects, and rows of media like DVDs. Wow, so old. Peter marveled at that on his way up the stairs. There was a huge papier-maché wolf on the stairwell for unknown reasons. He patted it on the head as he passed. 

The second floor had that intense library smell to it and a lot of signs strictly enforcing absolute quiet. He craned to see tall rows upon rows with labels like science and law, as well as a sign for reserved meeting rooms and bathrooms. The third floor was apparently mostly for group collaboration. Each table had a sign begging people not to bring in outside food and to leave their drinks on the table. Peter glanced over to the only table that had someone at it already, spied her huge coffee cup, and suppressed a snort. He didn’t see anything, but he could smell bacon and eggs. His stomach twisted into a knot.

Still, she didn’t seem to be causing any terrible destruction with her breakfast sandwich. He noted that she had four different colored highlighters next to her notebook, but tore his attention away before he felt like a creeper.

Okay. He had the lay of the land. It made him feel weirdly better. This library was now his base of operations, the center for his information gathering campaign and the subsequent plan… construction …campaign?

He’d workshop a name later. For now, he jogged back down a floor and went to the modern history section. He just read titles for a while, trying to paint a picture of what shared history he could confirm.

He saw lots of familiar country names referenced, and a few of the names that cropped up were familiar as well. The eerie feeling that he wasn’t home just got stronger, though, because there was no reference to half the modern wars and much less on WW1 and 2 than he'd expected. They were shelved in with books about the Justice League. 

Justice League?

There was a whole lot of scholarship on that, whatever it was. Maybe it was like the U.N., Peter guessed. He flipped open a book and flipped pages randomly, scanning for words that stuck out. Ah, nope, there’s a reference to the U.N. So, this was a different thing entirely.

Okay, well. That gave him a starting point of something to look up. 

He went back to the first floor and started a session on one of the public use computers. He had to write the time and his name on a check in sheet. He started to write ‘Peter’ out of force of habit and scrawled to a stop after writing the Pe.

For all he knew, that could be a bad idea. He shouldn’t leave any record that actually led back to him. 

‘...So what else starts with Pe?’

It took him an embarrassingly long time to come up with Peyton. He wrote that down, exhausted and relieved, and then realized he needed a last name too. Oh, heck. He wrote a random letter -K- and then searched his brain for a plausible sounding last name. He came up with Kensington and then sat down, idly wondering if that was actually a name or just like, a place in the U.K. or what.

‘...I only thought of that because it ended in ‘ton’ like Peyton,’ he had the delayed realization. ‘It sounds kinda cheesy together. Fakey.’

Okay. Realistically, no one was ever going to look at that register. So it was fine that he wasn’t good at lying on his feet. He probably needed to sit down and come up with a couple of fake names to use in future.

Well. Maybe he didn’t have to be that creative. He opened a window and searched ‘Tony Stark.’ His heart fell as he scrolled through the results.

Tony Stark didn't exist here.

There had been people with that name, don’t get him wrong. But they weren’t Mr. Stark. There was no Mr. Stark in this universe. He tried looking up current billionaires instead, just in case Mr. Stark had a different name. He flipped through their photos with a sinking heart. That guy was too bald, Mr. Stark would never have a mustache that silly, Mr. Stark wasn't that jacked, no, no, no. 

He tried other names- Happy Hogan, Jamese Rhodey, Virginia Potts (he initially forgot that her name wasn’t really Pepper and ended up on a site for kitchen goods).

The result? No result, more like. Not great.

He tried celebrities. Musicians, actors, philosophers, everyone he could think of. Weirdly, lots of them popped up.

The difference seemed to be around 1940. Historical names came up the way that he would expect them to. But anyone who was modern just didn’t.

Out of extremely morbid curiousity, he googled Anne Frank. He found a semi successful novelist in her 90s who lived in Prague.

Peter put his face in his hands. Okay. Okay, he knew approximately when the universes or whatever had diverged. That was wild.

His hands were shaking. He got up, realized he didn’t have a reason to stand, and then went to pour himself a paper cup of the complimentary water so he didn’t feel like a crazy person. 

This was a whole different world. He couldn't assume that his background knowledge was helpful. 

That made him feel so safe and secure. Thanks, universe. 

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DAHLIA — PT1.

너란 꽃에 취해 버린 내게 — (G)-idle

↳“I got drunk on a flower called you.”

In which he is enticed by you. PT2.

⟨❮Isagi Yoichi, Nagi Seishiro, Bachira Meguru, Shidou Ryusei, Reo Mikage and Kunigami Rensuke.❯⟩

Gn!reader

Warnings;; kinda unhealthy?? You're called pretty.

notes;; my pics aren't working 😡

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ISAGI YOICHI thinks you're ethereal, out of this world even. He's trapped in this cycle that draws him in, he wants to know more about you, learn everything about you and he starts to get distracted, much to his teammates dismay. Now you haunt his thoughts, with every glance he falls deeper into the unknown abyss, and deeper that he can only be mesmerised with the thought of you, mind spiralling, until he knocks out. He thinks that he doesn't mind, he doesn't mind if it's you; he doesn't care if you steal and steer his mind away from football for a bit. He wouldn't care if you ruin him, as long as it's you. He doubts that you'd do such a thing, anyways.

NAGI SEISHIRO's first thought was that you're lovely; unfortunately, Reo thinks you're terrible due to how you control him. Nagi is utterly enthralled by you and it's overwhelming, but annoying to his teammates, they know, they see how his eyes flicker through the crowds in search for you, they see how bad it's gotten. It's dangerous, red strings hooked around your fingers, they know. His terrible disposition rips people apart on the field and it's because of you, you give him energy and excitement. They know how he's lost in thought, how he scrolls through your posts and messages once they've won, staring almost as if you've hung the stars up in the sky, as if you're the reason for their victory and he still thinks that you're lovely.

BACHIRA MEGURU wonders if he's the reason for your happiness, your undeserving smile that he was able to get a glimpse of, and he dreams of it. He dreams of you, you've been nothing but kind to him since you've met and he thinks that it's wrong for him to be hooked onto the idea of you, red strings wrapped around his limbs. He wonders if your character is as beautiful as he thinks it is, if it's honest and truthful, unhidden like a colourful flower, unlike the ugly monsters he sees.

SHIDOU RYUSEI doesn't believe it, he thinks you're taunting him and wants to see you; only because he wants to tear you apart—an excuse really. He doesn't know how to deal with this feeling that's carving at his soul, his feelings tick like a bomb waiting to explode and make him feel bashful around you, the intensity of his feelings would rival no other. He would explode on them before they got the chance to confess.

REO MIKAGE knows how his parents disapprove of you just because you weren't of high standing, he knows people talk about how you're not good for him or how stupid he is, but he'd choose to love you anyway, in any and every lifetime. You pull him together, he almost feels like he doesn't deserve you. Your love was too sweet and he found himself commited.

KUNIGAMI RENSUKE finds himself immersed with the way you carry yourself, he can't help but shift his eyes over to you and stare at your frame that's poised with confidence, wishing he could move at your pace, walk beside you and watch as you flourish.

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Tag — @beiq2y , @geeerage

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can u do a pt2 of ur habit fic where he continues to overstimulate the reader!! I love ur writing btw XD

im so glad you like my writing!!! sorry this took me a hot second!! I wasn't sure if you wanted a direct continuation, so I kinda just ran with it. I hope it was worth the wait <3

Plaything Cnt. (HABIT x Male Reader SMUT)

WARNINGS: biting, overstimulation, hair pulling, tiny bit of blood

Habit huffs, putting his face in your hair. His weight on top of you keeps you in place, and the arm he has locked around you keeps you flush against him. His cock still is buried inside you, and you’ve lost track of how long you’ve been on the floor. You are, however, painfully aware of the cum dripping down your thighs and soaking into your jeans, and the drool pooling underneath your chin. You're not sure he ever softened inside you, but a slight adjustment of your hips has his dick throbbing. You let out a drawn-out groan of defeat as you feel his hips rutting against yours again. Habit takes the opportunity to lazily take your pants off the rest of the way. He runs a hand through your hair like he’s petting you, and aside from not killing you, it’s the nicest thing he’s done so far.

Habit decides that fucking you into the carpet is too boring. He sits up on his knees, opting to lift you by your thighs, folding you in half, and pressing your back flush against his chest. You feel his dick twitch inside of you, and already your cock is hardening again. Habit doesn’t move at all, rather moving you up and down his length like a human fleshlight. It starts off slow, but even that's enough to have your dick throbbing painfully from the overstimulation. He has his face pressed into the crook of your neck, huffing and growling animalistically as he steadily quickens his pace. You let out a strangled whine as he runs his tongue up the side of your neck, biting down hard once he reaches the base of your jaw. 

Your sensitivity is cranked up to a thousand it feels like—hot tears streaming down your face as you let out strings of pitiful whines. Habit bucks his hips up now, meeting you in the middle each time he slams you down. He's escalated to a harsh, almost punishing pace—turning your whines into full-on screams. You're seeing stars as Habit brings you to another, almost painful orgasm. Cum shoots out in long spurts that all land on your stomach, covering you in a sticky mess. 

Habit quickens his pace somehow, making it so each of his thrusts are felt throughout your entire body. It’s not too long until he rips another orgasm from you, along with an attempt at ripping a chunk of flesh out of your shoulder with his teeth. He, instead, settles for drawing blood. He licks up his mess, leaving a trail of his spit and your blood as cum smears over your stomach and thighs for the whatever-th time today. Your moans have been reduced to full-on sobbing—you’re overstimulated to the point of it being painful—and, for some reason, you can't help but enjoy it.

You’ve lost track of how much cum is on you, and how many bites and hickies litter your shoulders, and you’re not entirely able to feel your legs, but you absolutely adore it, regardless of the tears streaking down your face. You think Habit is, too. He’s growling and snarling and he has his mouth on any skin it can reach. He’s practically drooling over you. He just can’t handle how good your skin tastes, or how pretty the sounds you make are. Habit takes a mouthful of the back of your neck, sucking a deep purple hickey into your skin. He’s marking you, and somehow that makes everything ten times hotter. Oh, how possessive he’s being—you relish in it. You truly adore the idea of being his.

Habit is so deep inside you that you wouldn’t be surprised if he actually is rearranging your guts. You don’t know how he’s managed to keep the violent pace he set steady, but then again, he’s not exactly human, and you aren’t exactly complaining. By now, you aren't even bothering to hold your head up. You’re drooling and babbling out half-baked pleas, and all you get in response from Habit is a taunting laugh and a condescending spiel as you finish again—shooting blank this time.

“Oh, bunny, you shouldn’t beg; it’s not polite,” he smiles, sweat dripping down his forehead as he presses his cheek to yours. “But, since you were so inclined,” Habit says, laying you back onto the floor rather suddenly—like you’re nothing more than a ragdoll to him. He put you back in a low doggy style, grabbing a handful of your hair and pulling your head back for leverage. At this point, his hand squeezing your hip was the only thing keeping you off the floor. He’s almost drooling over you. In fact, you think he is based on the slow drips hitting you back. His thrusts are becoming erratic and messy, but they keep the same roughness they have the whole time. As his thrusts become more shallow, he’s growling audibly. His grip on both your hair and hip tightens, leaving little time before you feel his dick twitch inside of you, filling you up with hot, sticky spurts of cum—enough to send you over the edge one more time.

Habit’s breathing is a labored pant. His hand moves from your hair to around your chest, holding you against his own. He sighs, and almost gently presses a long kiss to the back of your head. He acts almost tenderly towards you, as if the past hours of testing you like his very own personal cumdump had never happened. His breathing evened, his panting turning into long, deliberate breaths. Habit tightens his hold on you just slightly, and after a deep inhale, he begins to speak.

“I really think I’m starting to love you, rabbit.”