#and look so creepy but have no ability to hurt anyone

[weloveluigi]

✖ Angel Kisses 【 Part two 】

The kiss itself didn't last long. But somehow it altered the trajectory of the entire night. For one thing, Luigi's demeanor had changed. He was starting to open up more and return to his usual, silly self. For essentially the entirety of he and his friends reunion before now, he'd felt.. off. He really was different than he had been the last time he'd seen them. Both literally and figuratively.

He'd had an entire change to his life plans, that 'near death experience' he still wasn't ready to elaborate on, these thoughts and feelings that he struggled to leave at the door. All of that had caused him to cry the moment the two begun to fight.

But this kiss changed things. He was quite suddenly aware that Patrick not only always had liked him, always had been there for him, wanted better things for him, but perhaps always would. It was this new perhaps romantic side of it that he didn't know how to feel about yet. It caused his heart to do a little flutter in his chest that was similar to how he'd felt with a few people before. Briefly Paulina, more recently Tracy. But those relationships were messy and complicated and, especially with Tracy, he worried if his eyes were the only thing at play. She had sort of been torn between him and this other guy and, he felt guilty because he knew she'd seen his angel eyes. He worried looking at her was actively making her life more complicated. Even if he felt things for her, he couldn't just use this power over her to make her like him more. It was something that he spent so much time trying to avoid. And in the end he felt like everyone was more hurt for it--especially him. He had to cast his eyes repeatedly way from someone who made his heart flutter. And he kept worrying he'd see Paulina again because they stopped seeing each other before this all happened. If his eyes were cast towards her, and she accidentally looked into them? Well- They'd have a whole mess to go through again. Everyone at the party was looking at him and potentially catching glimpses of his face. It had made him the life of the party, sure. Perhaps all those people would go home and not stop thinking about him, then eventually start texting him creepy shit like RJ did after he accidentally caught a glimpse of his eyes. He'd had to tell RJ his dick didn't work just to get him to leave him alone.

Things that will never come back to haunt him during a fox news interview later

Basically every part of his life had been ruined by this ability to make people… for lack of a better word, fall in love with him. He'd been firing off cupids arrows at anyone he ever locked eyes with. It was causing him to close himself off from people, to try anything he could not to spend time with people. But even the vague possibility someone wanted to look into his eyes, someone, anyone, wouldn't be caused some kind of strife just from looking at him was starting to help. And he so desperately wanted to reconnect with his friends. After he watched Patrick pull back from the kiss, he reached up and smoothed his hands back through his hair a little nervously, one and then the other foot down off the bed as he took his knees away from his chest. One hand stayed gripping the curls of his hair as he laid himself back down on the bed. His non corporeal wings sort of drifting between being both above or slightly below the surface of the bed with the gentle rise and fall of his chest. One eye partly covered by his hand, he laid there in a bit of a daze, head swimmy, eyes weary and still wet, and he just watched Patrick in disbelief. Then he gave his big signature goofy smile. The glimmering white stripe-like slits of his angel eyes curving up with the brightness of his smile.

For Patrick, who was already completely infatuated with the sight of this angel, it was one of those moments that went by in slow motion. Seeing Lu smile, complete with the angelic features, especially after their kiss, he was caught in that moment recording every passing second as a core memory he'd never forget. Every single detail being inscribed into his brain from the littlest bounce of his curls when he hit the bed, to the opal-like shifting of colors in his supernumerary eyes. He was so, so taken. And without hesitation, he climbed right onto the bed overtop of Luigi.

One knee sank into the bed by Lu's waist and caused the bed to begin to sag down, now weighed down by both of them, and he put a hand over Luigi's shoulder. He kept one foot on the floor for a moment as he stared down at Lu, catching little glimpses of his eyes between looking into his beautiful hazel irises. Everything he saw captivated him. Not just his angel features. He saw the gentle pinkish tinge around his waterlines, the swoop of his prominent eyelashes, his little cupid's bow lips and his big pearly smile, though it had rapidly faded-something that saddened Patrick, because he had just noticed the point of his canine teeth before the smile quickly closed, and he couldn't help but find that cute as well. Like little vampire fangs! Luigi's face went so, so red and his smile had been replaced with a look of apprehension and surprise. He began to look over the sight like he was losing his mind.

The look in Patrick's eyes, on his face, in his body language, had become so soft and so sensual. He'd never seen his best friend like this. Usually their goofy smiles would mirror each other, but- This reaction was new. He felt his cheeks feel tight and like plastic almost; so full from blood rushing to his face and the crackling of the salt trails from his tears as the taut skin broke them up. He gripped the bed sheet with one hand and brought his other hand down from his forehead, unsure of what to do with it, when Patrick quickly snatched it with the hand that had been over his shoulder. Patrick took the wandering hand, and laid himself down on Lu's chest. Hugging the arm and Lu both in the biggest hug he could muster, while finally taking his foot off the floor so that his full weight just laid there on the other. Both sinking a bit into the mattress now. Patrick laid there with the biggest, most serene smile on Luigi's bare chest and just took in the deepest breath. Processing only after doing so that he was gleefully taking in his scent. He wasn't sure what it was, but he could just inhale that forever. He felt like it was the most precious smell in the world and it didn't even particularly smell like anything. Just subtle notes of skin and sweat, nothing really. But he breathed it like he had been deprived fresh air all his life, and as if Lu was a brisk spring morning.

The weight, the warmth, the hug, it all kept feeling strange and new to him. It wasn't anything. He hugged on his friends all the time. He laid on his friends all the time. He was just that kind of guy, at least before all of this angel business. He and Patrick got called gay all the time because they didn't care about being cuddly. But- But- He could feel both of their hearts pounding and he could still feel a bit of that swimmy emotional haze mixed with however little alcohol was still in his system, and he- …Luigi took a deep breath, just trying to let the moment pass. He didn't necessarily want it to end, but he wasn't entirely sure yet if this was what he wanted. Was it even happening or in his head? Maybe in ten minutes they'd be back to their normal selves and go back to the house party.

…Maybe they wouldn't. He wanted to know where it went, so he bit his lower lip to keep himself from saying anything that could potentially change the course of things. Patrick kept breathing in deep and sighing slow. He then sat up a little, and in doing so, he began somewhat sitting on Luigi's lap. The warmth there was particularly strong, and because of how Patrick was half laying, his crotch was sort of pressed right up against Lu's. The tiniest shift was incredibly noteworthy to Lu. He felt it like a rush of little tingles and tried his absolute best not to have that go any further. Certain if his dick twitched to life even a little, Patrick would probably feel it. As Patrick sat up, he looked to Lu's face with a big flustered smile, immediately catching his and falling in love with his face all over again every time. "I'm just-" He tried to explain himself, and somehow while doing more things that needed their own explanations, given he immediately brought Lu's arm to his face to brush his cheek against it and close his eyes. Giving his forearm the littlest nuzzle like some kind of god damn cat. "I'm just so ecstatic, about you, the- the- the- The angel stuff!" Oh yeah, angel hype. Patrick suddenly put Lu's arm back down- but didn't let go of it, mind you, and turned to look over his shoulder towards Luigi's tremendous wings. He looked up at his halo. At his face, again, and then brought Lu's arm back up to his face to give it a kiss before dropping back down to bury his face into Luigi's shoulder and collar, giving him the biggest hug he could muster. He was absolutely smitten, and completely overcome. Any time he caught even a glimpse of Luigi's face, it made it worse. It was compounding how in love he was falling and… That frightened Lu. He began to become a little alarmed. The hug sparked yet another flurry of little tingling sensations, this time where their chests were together, and he looked around over Patrick's shoulder in a panic. What was he to do? Was there a bottom to whatever hole Patrick was falling into? He raised his one hand then from the bed and went to grab Patrick in hopes of pushing him away, maybe shaking some sense into him, but as he put his hand on Patrick's shoulder, he felt this immense guilt overcome him. He heard Patrick begin to gush and talk about him and how happy he sounded. "I've just missed you so much and now I-I-I'm learning there are angels in the world, and you're here and I thought you'd never come back, especially lately you'd been so quiet and, - I worried about you and I worried about your back and- oh my god, you come back and you're a fucking angel, and you're worried that people would like you too much because of that? I'm sorry I snapped at you-" "Hey! It's okay!" His hand began to loosen on Patrick's shoulder, then he wrapped his arm around him to give him a hug. "I just- I love you. And I don't want to pretend I don't anymore. And everyone loves you. I don't know, maybe I'm jealous. If it's those eyes of yours, or like-" His mind and heart were going a million miles an hour. Lu just listened, so confused by all of the love he was being drenched in and he took in a shaky breath, exhaling his own little sigh.

This was irrevocable wasn't it? Patrick had Luigi fever now too.

Regardless of whether Lu was trying not to let himself get aroused, Patrick was getting there. He pulled back from the hug just to lay on Lu's chest again, and then, slowly rolled off to his side so he could cuddle his arm--and make a little more space between them so that his pants could tent. He wanted to breathe in the scent of just Luigi's arm, he gave it another kiss and another big hug. He wanted to bite it. He wanted-? There was no answer for what he wanted. He just wanted. It was the most intense yearning he had ever experienced and he couldn't possibly ever fulfill it, yet at the same time everything that was Luigi would fill it. It was an infinite yearning with an infinite remedy. To Luigi, it just looked like Patrick had turned into a cat and Luigi was now made of catnip…

He watched Patrick go from totally immersed in coddling his arm to all but kicking his feet giddy at touching and playing with his angel wing, the one he was partially now laying on. With Patrick on both his wing and his arm, he had few options but to roll towards him and… Be the big spoon. That was a mistake because now his dick was pressed against Patrick's ass.

He was shocked then when out of nowhere, Patrick reached up with both arms at lightning speed and grabbed his halo with both hands. Lu went completely still, feeling very weird that his head was being pulled now by something that wasn't tethered by anything he could see. But it did pull him when the halo was pulled, and he'd never felt anything that bizarre before. Like his head was magnetized to something. Patrick tilted the halo, trying to experience the somehow warm and cold simultaneous sensation on his hands, and how it both somehow felt like a solid glass disk and yet simultaneously as though it was comprised of very compressed air roiling like clouds between his fingers. Peering up into the halo, he stared at the swirling reflection of the heavens through it, and suddenly felt so, so small. He let go then, and retracted his hands back to his own chest. Stunned and in awe by what he had just touched.

That's when Luigi finally started to get it. He wasn't being loved. He was being worshipped. And so very worshipped, he was. Patrick stayed mesmerized by the halo for some time, his mind running over and over poems he would never write. Some attempt to describe the beauty of what he had witnessed. He looked back down at Luigi's poor squished arm he was laying on, and he began to trace the blue vein that ran down his forearm with his eyes first, and then his finger. He was fully entranced. He was overcome with joy, and belonging, and a wanting that could only ever be satisfied by exactly where he was now. Luigi, feeling a bit bad because he wasn't showing the same level of worship in return, slowly reached out and began to play with Patrick's little tuft of fluffy bangs. Teasing at his hair and trying to just return anything. But it wasn't necessary and he still didn't fully grasp that. Luigi didn't need to do anything but exist. That was enough. Patrick was already over the moon, and to have Luigi show even the slightest attention to him made him quiver and wibble as he teetered toward the verge of happy tears. It was overwhelming for Luigi to see what happened to someone if.. If he just let them lock eyes with him, unrestrained, unrestricted. Was Patrick crying?

Patrick turned so suddenly to Luigi so they were face to face now, laying on their side in the bed. He wrapped Luigi in another hug and just started kissing him. Anywhere. His shoulder, his chest, wherever he could reach without releasing him from the hug.

Lu… Kind of liked the attention. His heart was beginning to feel full at its own slow pace. He gently wrapped his free wing around them, and Patrick was laying across the other, and sort of cocooned them both within his wings. "are you okay?" "I'm more than okay" Patrick squeezed him in one more big hug. Lu smiled at that. This was all so much for him to process but he was at least happy that Patrick was enjoying himself. Lu didn't hate this either. He was just… He was afraid of hurting Patrick. He was afraid of having so much power over someone's heart and mind. He was afraid of abusing his control over people. If he were a words person, perhaps he would be loving this kind of control. But he feared it could turn him into a worse person. He feared it could hurt Patrick…. And yet anything and everything he could do would probably effect Patrick. He was aware that even his apprehension, even his unwillingness to use this, that too could hurt Patrick. What was he to do? Besides just make sure Patrick is taken care of and happy? Is that wrong? It's all he ever wanted for Tracy. Leaning in, he gave Patrick a little peck on the forehead. Patrick took in the sharpest breath, feeling even that little gesture spread a feeling of joy completely throughout his body. If Luigi was cupid, Patrick was riddled with arrows.

The speed at which things were accelerating was also quite worrying for Luigi. They had been friends, maybe crushing, maybe jealous, maybe fighting, just, what? Hours? Minutes ago? What time was it now? Was the party still even going on back home? Would people get suspicious they weren't back by now? Patrick caught just another little glimpse of those angel eyes as he peered up, and it sent him fully into a trance. He closed his eyes and just laid there in the others embrace. Getting higher and higher on every little hit he got. Now he was unresponsive. Just breathing slow and steady in Luigi's arms with his mind gone completely blank. He was now quite a bit erect, with his cock pressed up against the fabric of his pants and flanking along Lu's. The fabric becoming not just warm but also the slightest bit moist. The sensation alone was commanding of Luigi's attention. But his own dick finally went hard when he felt Patrick's hand start to wander. First gently padding his fingertips along Lu's hips, then lower down. He was absent minded reaching for himself, but because the two were touching, well.. His hand had found it's way to the front of Luigi's pants-and away, because he was trying to button his own pants and undo his belt. "Sorry" he said quietly. Realizing this was probably a bit embarrassing for Lu. But his pants were too tight, and he sought relief. The fabric of his fittingly cupid printed underwear jutting out through the fly of his pants then, much to his relief. Lu was so, so surprised. He and his buddies talked ad infinitum about dick. About getting erections. They knew each other since they were teenagers, after all. They knew all of each other's biggest secrets. They knew all of each other's worst flaws and grossest stories and-.. They'd probably joked about what each other's penises looked like. They'd used public restrooms together many many times. But this wasn't typical. This was once again somehow so much more intimate than anything they'd ever experienced together. Luigi didn't yet know how he felt about it. But he didn't feel like he blamed or judged Patrick at all. He - then he felt Patrick's hand cup up under his own crotch and his legs straightened a bit. "What are you doing?" gripping Patrick's arm tightly. "Do you want help with yours?" his fingers going up from there to find the fly of Lu's pants. There was no shame or fear in him. Somehow he seemed completely competent that this was fine. Luigi had never seen or felt anything like this. Normally people liked him just enough that they worried and had so many doubts about their relationship, about scaring or running each other away. But here Patrick was somehow completely confident that nothing could go wrong. That this was something that could or should be said at all.

And yet.. He kind of was getting uncomfortable and with his pants.. Quickly, to avoid anything getting more weird (ironic, really) Luigi reached down and undid his own pants so that entranced Patrick wouldn't feel as if it were his civic duty for some reason. "I got it..! Don't worry about it." increasingly flustered with this while situation as his own cock escaped the front of his pants. He… Uhh.. Had forgotten he wasn't wearing underwear today. He hadn't had enough time getting dressed and he had a bad habit of not wearing anything. All it ever did was bunch up and leave visible seams on his dress pants and they were dressed casual business today for some stupid reason. Well.. Now it was too late to fix that. There was just the thin fabric of Patrick's underwear now separating them. Luigi's hand came back up so fast. Unlike Patrick, he was terrified of accidentally touching somewhere inappropriate because he still had a functional understanding of personal space and yknow, an appreciation for consent God dammit. "Are you okay? You you're totally zonked. You look like a zombie." "I am a zombie ~" Patrick replied, nesting so gently into their embrace so snug that they fit together like puzzle pieces.

Luigi rolled his eyes. Yeah okay. But before he could say anything about the man nuzzled into his torso, he felt his hand came down and grasp at the both of their cocks through the fabric. Patrick ran his fingers up the shafts just once, teasingly. "Is this okay?" Luigi remained flabbergasted. That seemed to answer the question of if Patrick felt literally any self awareness whatsoever in this zombified state. I mean, he was asking. But it was still so, so out of character for him. Lu stammered a bit, unable to come up with a response when he felt, and watched, Patrick start to kiss down his pecks, then his abs, and slowly sink off the foot of the bed. With the displacement of weight from the bed, Luigi partially rolled back onto his back and awkwardly drew one knee up. Patrick had slipped to the floor on his own knees, and then hugged Luigi's awkwardly poised legs. Leaning in to press his lips right to the fabric over the head of Luigi's cock. He gave the damp warm fabric the tiniest bit of suction in a kiss. Eyes peering up at Luigi as he did so with such sparkle and hope in them. He was absolutely star struck and, despite seeming to ask, he continued to tease and amplify the situation without waiting for an answer. Fuck, that felt nice, The little amount of warmth and suction pulled a little at the blood pulsing in his erection. The gentlest pulse of little tingly sensations came over him again, like a tiny sparkler going off throughout his nerves. He bit his lower lip, still watching Patrick's ever hopeful eyes with his own full of worry and surprise. He had so much trouble understanding how the night had gone this way. And yet, he was continuing to let Patrick gaze into his eyes despite knowing better. With no response, but Luigi's angel eyes continuing to beam down on him, he proceeded. Gently lifting Lu's cock from the fabric of his pants and leaning in to take the erection into his mouth. He stopped though- because what sprung forth from the cloth was quite a bit more than he was expecting to see. His cock wasn't huge per say, but it was absolutely something he knew Lu bragged about. Ever since they were younger, there'd been this narrative that he had a big cock. He had never actually laid eyes on it in spite of peeing in close proximity many, many times. But it was a very nice looking one. Of course, even if it weren't, Patrick was hypnotized. He worshiped every little aspect of Lu's body and this was no exception. He noted how defined the head was. He noted that he was cut. He'd noted the particular divide between the glans and the shaft that made the head of his cock just a bit flared. How shiny it was where along the faint scar tissue where his foreskin would have been, now taut and rigid with blood flow. The reddish flushed hue, the rosy brown color of it all. A perfectly reddish hazelnut hue that he thought something akin to the color of a raspberry chocolate shake. The pink of the head, especially where it slightly glistened just around the tip. It was like the most beautiful painting he'd ever laid eyes on. He worshiped this as much as he worshiped his wings or his halo. The overall fair length and slightly intimidating girth of it wasn't even a primary focus, nor the fact it seemed to weigh so much that even erect, it still fell a bit and off to one side rather than stand fully and totally up. It was the whole of every detail. The way Luigi was laid back on the foot of the bed looking down at him. The way even the fabric of his dress pants bunched and fell in different ways. The subtlest smell of sweat and excitement even. All of it. He took a moment to appreciate it all, then he placed an open mouth kiss right on the shaft. He closed his eyes and gave a little suckle, pulling more blood around as he did so. He tasted sweaty. Another kiss here, another kiss there. The wetter the better. His hand slowly raising up to assist.

Lu watched with his heart pounding. The skin of his face feeling just as taut and red from how hard he was blushing as his cock was flowing with blood. He could feel a flutter both in his chest and his loins, like echoes of his heartbeat as his cock slowly began to throb. He didn't know still if this was right. But it did feel nice. Who didn't want their dick sucked? And… Sometimes guys sucked their friends dicks. That's not weird is it? And Patrick looked so hopeful. He was doing all this of his own volition, he asked to look into his angel eyes, he started this all by saying he consented. Really, the thing Lu struggled most with was trying to figure out if he wanted this. And if he did, could he forgive himself for wanting this? He shuddered a breath, breathing slow as he watched Patrick bring his lips up to the tip of his cock and kiss right over the head. Heavenly. Lu's eyes rolled shut for a second. Patrick liked the taste. It was very much like something he'd tasted before. Not just his own precum mind you, because that was a story for another day, but like the salty tanginess of the red fish roe they topped certain rolls of sushi with. Any taste of precum was also of course a sign that Lu was definitely aroused.. not that he needed a sign other than, y'know, the raging boner. Patrick pressed his mouth down further, setting off more of those sensitive nerves like little pleasurable fireworks the whole way. Lu took in a breath and laid his head back as he felt the warmth and wetness and the brushing of his soft lips down the head of his cock all at once. Patrick brought his mouth back up, only to go down a second time with his mouth more open and his tongue pressing against the underside of his cock this time. Gradually, he would begin to wet and lubricate the entirety of his head and shaft with his saliva, and the littlest amounts of precum that bubbled up would add to the overall slippery affair. His hands all the while gently rolled up and down his cock, pulling and sliding the skin in waves of pleasure for Lu. But nothing as nice feeling as once everything was wet. Then it became harder to tell the difference sensationally between his hands and his mouth. Everything started to become a pleasurable blur of warmth and sensation. Lu made a shuddery little moan and shifted a little on the bed. He gripped the bed sheets again with his hand.

It took everything in Lu's power not to thrust. Instinct was hard to overcome. His body longed to push and pull with the sensations, and especially any time Patrick's movements didn't perfectly replicate the right sensations, he wanted to correct. In all his shifting and urged to thrust, he began to very subtly gyrate. That was a mistake. During his back surgery, he had six four inch screws implanted into the base of his spine to lock it in place so his spondylitis couldn't slip his disks out of alignment. He had almost a full range of motion. But not that. The littlest lower hip thrusts, he absolutely could not do. And the moment he tried, he felt his hips lock up and a wave of numbness and lightning bolts of pain shoot down one leg. He made a small noise, and his breath hitched, but this did not alarm Patrick who mistook it for more signs of pleasure. Lu began to panic, trying to figure out what to do in that moment just to relieve the pain because any subtle movement could potentially make it worse. The pleasure was masking a lot of it, and he was sure if he wasn't also getting his dick sucked, he would've yelled out in pain. He made a funny sort of hissing sound and then tried to gesture, tried to shift, tried to do anything. He unfortunately knew what it meant to suddenly lose feeling from this and, part of that was the heart breaking loss of being able to feel all of the action going on. But the other thing was the fear of losing control of his bladder. And very unfortunately for Lu, he had not only been drinking tonight, but only Patrick had actually gone to the restroom when they got here. Luigi struggled briefly to try to communicate with Patrick that there may be some incoming unforeseen danger. But by the time Patrick pulled his cock out of his mouth and looked up, it was too late. Luigi peed. Everywhere.

There was a full on stream, arching and all, headed right for Patrick's face. He had no chance of escaping this. The milliseconds went by like minutes. The worst and most deeply traumatizing few milliseconds of Luigi's entire life. He accidentally pissed all over his best friend's face, his best friend's mouth, his best friend's suit..

Normally Luigi couldn't even piss when he had an erection going this hard. But the pinching on his nerves from his botched spinal surgery—the very reason his also quite thirsty landlord RJ ever believed him that his 'dick didn't work' in the first place—had simply caused too much loss of sensation and muscle control. But Patrick, despite the horrors of the situation, and his complete and temporary bewilderment, surprisingly responded by opening his mouth and trying to catch it. He let it peeter out in his mouth, his hands up still on surprise and shock for a moment, and he immediately went right back to suckling at Lu's dick. He was completely infatuated with Luigi's entire being, and the way his still so star struck eyes continued to look up at Luigi in spite of the incident and without any form of judgment whatsoever - It startled him. It startled Luigi that that hadn't been a deal breaker. Even, that Patrick seemed to treat every little thing like a blessing. Even his piss.

Luigi finally had enough, pain still roiling in his back and humiliation making it so hard to even breathe. Fuck. There was piss everywhere and it suddenly was all he could smell. He couldn't feel his dick being sucked anymore. He just wanted to go back to Hawaii and forget this entire trip even happened. Lu pushed through every bit of the pain he was in and sat up, gently pushing Patrick away who unquestioningly relented, awaiting further instruction like some kind of servant. "I'm sorry! I can't- I didn't- it was my back-, my surgery, it didn't- I'm sorry! I-" "That was kinda hot." Patrick said, deadass.

Luigi was… Confounded. Maybe a little disturbed. His voice peaking a little like a strangled subdued scream. "… I didn't know you were into that! Not gonna lie!" "I'm not! But broo" giddy giggling ensued from the piss soaked man. "It went like-" wild piss imitating gestures ensued. "I'd do that again! Holy shit it was so perfectly timed, too!" just floored with everything Luigi did. It didn't matter what. Lu slowly caught his breath, struggling to get up. It was only then that Patrick seemed to notice Luigi was in pain, and he snapped out of it, quickly trying to help Luigi stand up, but the man's locked muscles and sharp pains caused his legs to seize up, and then he just.. Slid right into the piss puddle with Patrick on the floor. Now his pants were definitely soaked. After sitting there in the rapidly cooling puddle of urine, Lu whined, and finally pleaded. "… Let's just go- you need a shower. I need a shower."

Patrick, already a devout disciple of Luigi and ready and willing to do anything he commanded, just smiled and got right up, pausing briefly when his suit began dribbling piss all over the floor.. He quickly dropped his pants, eased out of his underwear, took off his tie, blazer and dress shirt. Then fluffed up his curly bangs. Onward! He went butt ass naked into the bathroom to start the shower, humming a little tune to himself that had been stuck in his head since the party earlier and making sure periodically that the water was of the right temperature. Humbled, humiliated, kind of feeling like a spent match, Luigi sat there staring at… Whatever the fuck. Was happening. He wondered how they'd ever, EVER talk about this night again, and yet… There Patrick went about things like it was nothing. He started to fully understand then. It wasn't that Patrick had no shame or worries about anything going wrong. That Patrick had NO reservations that anything could ever go awry. No, it was that Patrick was so deep into whatever this is, that he took whatever went awry as if that too was the holiest and most cherished of blessings. It was difficult for Lu to comprehend. That.. That anything. ANYTHING could happen, and that would be okay to Patrick because Luigi was there. It… It was kind of flattering, and deeply troubling. What else was deeply troubling was watching his best friend just undress fully in front of him and watching how surprisingly cute his pale little ass cheeks were as he walked away, and even his balls visible from behind. Why did he never notice his ass was kind of adorable?

(Luigi "why isn't he scared of my piss" "forgets he's not scared I have four mother fucking eyes" Mangione)

As soon as Patrick had the shower going, he didn't climb in. He came back for Luigi. Lu, having accepted languishing in piss in the assumption Patrick was going to get a shower first or something, was surprised to see him walk back out of the bathroom so quick. Lu's first thoughts when Patrick turned around amounted to the following, and in about this order. Wow, his dick is springy. It just bounces when he walks, huh? It's smaller than mine, that's why. Why is it kind of cute? Patrick's cock was skinnier, much pinker. He wasn't olive skinned like Lu, just pure blooded pasty white nerd. He had basically no muscles to speak of. It kind of left him looking like a femboy when his suit came off. Pink nipples, pink cock. Still semi hard, and perking right up any time he saw Lu like a puppy wagging it's tail. "Hi!" he said, like he didn't just turn around to drag Luigi out of his own piss.

Luigi struggled quite a bit even with the help, and he couldn't stand up no matter what the two of them tried. But he eventually did get to a position that was more optimal for Patrick to pull his belt out of his belt loops and work his pants and underwear down. The last thing the both of them removed were their socks. They were soon both completely nude, and with some assistance and incredible patience, Patrick helped Luigi inch himself across the floor and, carefully, sorely—especially and feeling and tremendous ache began to return to him, radiating from his lower spine—they worked together to get Luigi into the shower. He sat away from the shower head spray so it wouldn't get in his face. Trying not to drown in the damn shower given he was seated on the floor. Patrick climbed right in with him and closed the glass sliding shower door behind. He popped a squat, making a void in the water with his own body that made more room For Lu to sit up, and gave him a big smile. "feeling okay?" "No.. I think I bent wrong and.. my back doesn't wanna do that anymore, and.." dammit, his eyes watered a little. A flare of emotions came over him when he realized how enfeebled that made him sound. There was absolutely no reason he should be so choked up about this. But he was just in his twenties and already he couldn't have a normal sex life or do regular activities without hurting himself. He thought about the sounds he made that one night when the pain was at its worst. Patrick just started pouring shampoo into his hand and then working it into Luigi's hair. That somehow calmed him down immediately. He felt a sense of love and care overcome him that he had never felt before and that surprised the hell out of him. He took in a shaky breath and then closed his eyes, letting Patrick massage the shampoo into his scalp and wash him with so much compassion. That alone made him want to cry in a completely different way. But he held himself together.

Patrick briefly exited the shower, trailing water all over the hotel room. Who cares. He went and retrieved a Styrofoam cup from beside the coffee maker and came back to fill it with water in the shower. Climbing back in to rinse Luigi's hair. "I'm sorry. I hope I didn't hurt you. Forgot you're still not back up to shape after surgery-." again without any self doubt or fear. He seemed beyond confident that things would be okay. If Luigi was hurt, just help him. If Luigi was scared, just comfort him. He didn't need self doubt because he didn't matter in that equation. He was a tool to help Luigi and if he could help Luigi then he was fulfilled. It was after a few moments of washing his hair, that he seemed to become a bit concerned. "hey, Lulu?" He opened his eyes but seemed to regret his reddened, tired eyes having to readjust to the bathroom light. He looked up to Patrick questioningly.

"… Can your thing get wet?" ???? "Your halo?" oh "And your wings, I don't wanna get them wet if they can't." "..yeah, it's fine. I go surfing, remember?" used to. Used to go surfing. Patrick smiled, and tried to then pour water on the halo only to be kind of disappointed it just phased through it like it wasn't there.

The two sat together in the bottom of the shower, soaping up and washing off, and Patrick planted the littlest kiss right stop Luigi's forehead. Luigi leaned right into it, eyes closed again and just taking in the feeling of being cared for and appreciated. Gradually, his pain was subsiding just a little but not overly. He was still agitated though that he didn't at least get to cum. His nerd brain went right to all those studies about orgasm being a great remedy for pain. He was kind of hoping for pain relief right about now. Patrick was of course still horny and hadn't even so much as got his dick sucked, so his mind was also preoccupied with the idea. Sitting down, folding his legs, and leaning forehead to forehead with Luigi as the shower steam billowed around them. One arm in each of his shoulders. "Would you ever fuck me?" Luigi's brow twitched but otherwise he didn't respond. His jaw shifting slightly. "Like it's okay if you're not interested. I just want you to know you can. I'm so fucking turned on by you, you have no idea. I'm sorry if that's TMI, but it's true."

✖ Angel Kisses 【 Part one 】

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It was just supposed to be another house party like any other. Luigi and his buddies from Penn having a get together back on the east coast. It was mostly because they all so happened to be in the area-

So they figured why not? It was hardly an official celebration by any means, but there was pizza and there was booze. Luigi was a bit distant at first. He didn't know why exactly, but he felt out of place. Perhaps, he thought, because he had been gone for too long. He'd moved away years ago. Sure, living in Hawaii was a dream, but he hadn't really been able to keep up with his old friends from Penn state or Maryland. In some ways, they all looked like different people; as if they had started to grow into strangers. He really didn't know what to say to them, how to reignite those friendships all over again.

But then Patrick showed up... and everyone broke out the solo cups. Before he knew it, Luigi's smile had returned to his face and his arms limbered up a little. It dawned on him then that, yes, they dressed different. Their haircuts were different. Their stories and living situations were different. But they were the same people he used to know. Not even just old friends. He considered some of them to be family. It perhaps came easier to him once he got himself tipsy. He certainly wasn't getting drunk, but he wouldn't mind taking advantage of a little liquid courage.

Plus, he needn't worry so much about acting mature. It really seemed that no one at the house party was keen on behaving anything close to mature. They were play fighting with Tracy over the remote. There was an old football game, everyone hated those sports rerun channels, but no one could decide on what to play on Netflix. Some of his buddies were drunkenly arguing over the WiFi password, and immediately after they realized they needed the Netflix password as well. Rowdy and silly, the whole party was also frequently getting distracted by showing each other TikTok videos. It was about then that someone mentioned they ordered doordash and there was immediately an argument about how they'd already ordered pizza, and that now they had too much food if ever there were such a thing. Some of the party goers vaped. Mostly people were eating popcorn and other snacks from the bowl on the coffee table.

The constant bickering in the living room is what motivated Luigi to side step into the kitchen. Patrick and his other friends from uni were about to play beer pong on a foldout table there. All was set to be a pretty fun night. Between gossiping and someone threatening to get out the whipped cream, someone inevitably dared Luigi to take off his shirt. People wanted to tease him because of his 'abs' and were joking about the tanning on his shoulders where he'd been more than a little sunburnt during his year in Hawaii. Most of all, his buddies all talked about his abs so much they demanded to see them just to prove to the other party goers that yes, for some reason, their nerdy engineer friend with the robots had abs. Luigi obliged to flex on his haters. Cue the oos, and the awes from the drunken giggly crowd. A few of them seemed to have a crush on Luigi, but he was used to that kind of attention. He kind of hated it. Throughout the game of beerpong and whatever silliness sidetracked them next, Luigi was perhaps especially distracted. He had to have been, because he was completely caught off guard when a much more drunken Patrick grabbed hold of him in a wonky, lopsided embrace, and proceeded to kiss him right on the mouth. In that very moment, quite a few things shifted the mood of the party. Luigi was so caught off guard by the surprise attack that he actually grabbed Patrick mid kiss and pushed him away. The girls were squealing at either how funny and/or unexpected the sneak attack was. The guys were yelling "yoooooo" in tandem; all in disbelief despite the fact they had dared him to do it in the first place. But it was actually Patrick who's reaction was the most intense. He looked up at Luigi in surprise, and, to playfully pat at his cheek and apologize. But his hand jolted away from Luigi's face when he saw what looked like an eyeball sprouting from his face. A whole, separate eye complete with its own eyelids and eyelashes was sitting just below Luigi's normal eye. In fact, this was the case on his other cheek as well. Patrick made a surprised noise and stumbled backwards, releasing Luigi entirely, and falling right on his ass onto the kitchen floor.

Everyone began to ask Patrick just how much he'd been drinking, but Patrick wasn't responding to them anymore. He was spazzing out on the floor, looking in complete disbelief up at Luigi. His woefully out of place dress shoes kicking all abouts as he tried to stand up again on the (slightly wet from beverage related incidents) kitchen tile. Concerningly to onlookers, Patrick was also making a great deal of strange noises in an attempt to communicate what it was that had spooked him. He had become quite suddenly aware that Luigi's face had twice as many eyeballs than it should have. Over Luigi's head was something that looked quite like a halo. And sprouting from his back were a pair of pristine white, massive, massive wings. Patrick was helped up finally, by Luigi of all people, who asked him if he was alright. Patrick barely processed his words as he slipped forward on the still wet tile, falling against Luigi's chest and grabbing a fistful of his wing feathers in an attempt to steady himself.

"Whoa! What the hell, dude?! When did you get wings?!"

Luigi was just about to scold his drunk idiot friend for making things awkward when he felt his spine run cold. "Wings?"

"Yeah, bro! What the hell?! You look like an angel!! Scared the crap out of me! Yoooooo! Holy shit!"

At this point the crowd switched from worry and concern that Patrick had overstepped the line and maybe shouldn't have kissed the guy they'd all have much rather been macking on themselves... to laughing, because now the drunken disaster that was Patrick was calling him 'an angel.'

"Wow, you're fucking drunk, dude" one of the other bros had said. Some were getting up anyway because the doorbell was ringing and the second doordash order was apparently here. Quickly enough, much of the kitchen cleared out.

Behind them, Patrick stood there, seeming mesmerized by Luigi's extra set of eyes. Carefully letting go of the feathery wing, he instead reached up again and went to touch Luigi's face.

Swiftly, Luigi grabbed Patrick's wrist. Turning around, Luigi then dragged Patrick out of the room by it.

"Whoa whoa, what?" Patrick spluttered in a panic.

"Can I talk to you for a minute?"

Something made Patrick think that Luigi wasn't really asking. No, informing Patrick that they would be having a conversation about this.

The few still standing in the kitchen shot them both a concerned look which Luigi responded to a with a fake, agitated smile and an exaggeratedly annoyed eye roll before closing himself and Patrick into the next room over. He shut the door harshly, then immediately wishing it hadn't sounded so much like he had slammed it.

The moment Luigi let go, Patrick hobbled back a few steps. "Hey!! Look, I didn't mean to make you upset, I was just horsing around- I won't do anything like that again. Holy shit, I-"

Luigi didn't even let him finish. "What do you see? You said something about wings. You touched them. What's going on with my face?"

This line of questioning was weird. Patrick wasn't sure really what he was getting at, but then he saw Luigi using his fingertips to tug a bit at his cheeks, and thereby his second set of eyelids, thus causing his second set of eyes to forcefully widen. "Yeah, you got eyes and shit. That's so fucking cool!! Is that special effects makeup? I didn't even see you put it on-"

"It's not -... Okay, first of all, you're drunk. Second of all, I can't have you telling anyone about this."

"... What are you talking about?" Patrick was getting quite antsy about how serious his buddy was getting. "Did you like, steal them; the wings, or something?"

Lu shifted his jaw a bit, watching Patrick and then leaning back against the door. Legs crossing one over the other, arms crossing one over the other. His wings, phasing through the door as if they weren't there.

Patrick noticed that happening almost immediately. "... Uhh?"

"I can tell you what happened if you can keep cool for the Uber ride. But I can't have you blabbing about it here. It's not something I want people to know about. Seriously... I mean it."

Patrick was quiet for a minute, still trying to understand what he was even looking at, let alone what he was being told. Luigi's wings clipping through the door like a video game glitch, this beautiful glowing halo leaving a soft orange haze against the glossy white painted surface of the door behind him. "Is this some kind of hologram or something? 'Cause I swear to you, I won't tell anyone. But that is so fucking cool, you have no idea."

"Pat."

"Okay okay. Lips sealed. Promise. Swear on my pants. Your pants, even."

Luigi made a scrunched face at him and then stood back up from where he had been leaning, pulling his phone out his pants pocket and pulling out the Uber app. He headed his way back out into the crowd which was now thoroughly distracted by who gets what out of the pick of food. He mumbled to the first person that asked: "Patrick had an eddie and he's freakin' out. I'm taking him to a riteaid. Don't wait up. I'll call." and with that, he made a little phone gesture before grabbing his shirt, begrudgingly putting it back on, then putting on a pair of sunglasses out of force of habit despite no longer being in Hawaii and it being quite dark outside already.

A confused but incredibly amused Patrick followed Luigi out the front door after being met with funny looks and giggles from the other party goers who are now spreading the rumor he's high as balls.

The driver was just five minutes down the road so they had enough time for Luigi to switch from his flip-flops to a similar pair of dress shoes to what Patrick had been wearing. They then walked down the stone pathway of the admittedly well groomed lawn. It was as they were getting into the Uber together, that Luigi said something that really threw Patrick for a loop. More than anything else so far. "So apparently, I'm dead."

Patrick's smile stayed in place as he sat himself down, buckled into his seat, his knees close together, hands on his knees like a perfect little Ken doll. His brain just happily stuck loading on an infinite loop. There was zero chance he processed what Luigi just said.

...

The Uber driver tried to double check and confirm where they were going and who they were, only to be cut off by the two of them immediately starting to bicker. Without asking anything else, the driver just pulled away and continued to drive.

"You're what?" Patrick's stupid grin finally vanished and he started to get quite visibly confused.

"I mean, I almost died. I've looked like this ever since. I don't really know where to start. It's a long story. I'm really sorry. I wish I had more I could say than that."

"Shut -?? Shut the hell up! Just tell me how you did the wings and stuff. I wanna know. You CAN trust me with stuff, you know. Besides, why are you being so secretive? You walked out in front of everyone and not ONE person said a thing. You're not invisible, you know."

Luigi looked at him quite dourly under his heavy brow. "No but my wings are."

"What?"

"No one else can see them." Luigi gestured a little to the rear view mirror in the front of the vehicle.

Patrick briefly glanced, then stared on his double take. No wings. No halo. No extra set of eyes. He looked to Luigi again, where above his head a halo still sat, his face was still adorned with two too many eyes, and those enormous white wings were tucked, clipping a ways through the seats of the car. Yet, of course.... nothing to see out of the ordinary in their reflection. Patrick's heart rate began to pick up as he started to legitimately freak out. "Are ..you SERIOUS?!

"Shhhhh" Luigi hushed through his finger and glanced to the very concerned Uber driver trying to ignore them both.

"You DIED? YOU died? Wouldn't you not have a reflection at all then like some kinda vampire? Ghost? What's with the wings, bro!? I'm gonna lose it. I'm too drunk for this."

"It happened in Hawaii, I didn't die. I think. I almost did. I saw some stuff and some stuff has been going on since then. Also, I thought we agreed you were gonna chill until we got to the hotel room."

"How am I supposed to?!" Patrick flopped his head back against the seat of the car and then looked over again at the pretty clearly annoyed and perturbed Luigi. "So those are real? For real for real?" But Luigi seemed to be ignoring him, digging out his phone and scrolling through apps. It took a few moments before Patrick heard his phone make a familiar chime. He had notifications on from arranging to meet with Luigi at the house party earlier. He was just surprised to have gotten a message from Luigi given they were sitting right beside each other. Frustrated, Patrick pulled out his phone, annoyed to see he just received a message that said "yes" and rolled his eyes.

Guess we're typing now.

Furiously, the two typed back and forth so as to stop concerning the poor driver.

"if this is a prank I'm blocking you" "Swear on my life" "so you think you died or something?" "Yes" "and you like have angel wings or something?"" "Yes" "that no body can see?" "Yes" "are you gonna say anything other than yes" "ya" "you deadass FR got wings like actual honest to god wings" "If you can see them, yeah" "can I touch?" "I think you grabbed one of them at the party and it hurt so I'm guessing that's how it works."

Suddenly Patrick put his phone down on his knee and turned to look at those enormous, beautiful wings. Cautiously, as if he didn't even trust his own eyes, or the fabric of reality not to break, he so very tentatively gave one of the wings a little tug. Surprisingly it was... Unremarkable. They felt just like any bird's wings would. "It's like a chicken wing..."

The driver raised an eyebrow and peered into the rear view, seeing what looked like Patrick petting the back of the seat proclaiming it felt like a chicken wing.

(Lu silently dying inside because Patrick won't shut up)

Luigi was trying not to be thoroughly humiliated by the weirdness of this situation. One leg crossed over the other, sitting all presidential like and to himself. He kind of liked the feeling of someone touching his feathers. Even if it bothered him that Patrick was ruffling them, he was used to only his own touch gracing his wingspan. He responded to the touch by flexing his feathers so they would unbunch, stretch out and fall back into their correct placement.

The fact the wing flexed and that the feathers seemed to be able to move, actually shook Patrick. Some part of his mind still thought of these wings as some type of costume piece. It moving, like a living bird's wings, was quite jarring to witness. Patrick pulled his hand back slightly and just stared. His eyes and face starting to light up like a kid on Christmas morning. "Yooo... did the feathers just move? Can you move the whole wing and everything?"

The concerned Uber driver pulled up to the hotel where Luigi had previously booked a bed for the night—namely, where Luigi intended to sleep after the party and night's festivities—and parked. Peering back at his strange passengers, the driver gave them the go ahead to get out and sent them off with some well wishes. It was just after Luigi got out of the car that he answered Patrick's question by spreading his wings out wide and giving them a little shake just for show.

Patrick was absolutely star struck by how beautiful and intricate the wings were fully outstretched. Watching the wings extend and move was like seeing some kind of hyper real animatronic in action. He still was not fully ready to mentally accept that they indeed might be as legitimate as Luigi said they were. He walked around Luigi's massive wings and just stared at them in total amazement. Patrick stopped then, bringing up his phone to take a photo, but was then all that much more astonished to see Luigi standing there without any wings to speak of when viewed through his phone camera. That was really tripping him out. Reflections and cameras both didn't pick them up.

The whole way into the hotel, Luigi did his best to act normal, not making any eye contact with anyone and just going straight for the elevator. Aside from of course, giving a lady in the lobby a little wave before pressing the elevator button. He had long gotten the hang of ignoring his wings so as not to draw attention to himself or appear as strange to others as the two of them appeared to their driver. He was honestly quite embarrassed on Patrick's behalf for all the goofy behavior.

Patrick followed along like an excited puppy the entire way. And when they did get into the elevator, there was some juxtaposition between how the wings stuck out through the elevator walls as if they were just not quite adhering to the corporeal world, mixed with the fact the wings themselves interacted with both Luigi and Patrick as if they very much were corporeal. It made the elevator ride a little bit cramped.

Inside the hotel room, he let Patrick head in before he shut the door behind them both. He then took his sunglasses off, tossing some of his belongings down on the chair and dropping down onto the foot of the bed nearest the window.

Patrick followed shortly thereafter, and sat himself on the opposite side of the bed. Both were quiet for a moment.

Luigi sighed, stretched his wings, his arms going up over his head, and he flopped across the bed on his back. His wing feathers bouncing just the littlest bit.

Patrick went from staring at Luigi's wings as they spread about, to looking almost exclusively at Luigi's second pair of eyes. He was absolutely enamored with the way they looked. They were almost glowing white with these long elegant white lashes. They were only as long as the lashes on his regular set of eyes, but due to the lashes being stark white, they stood out in comparison and looked quite majestic. There was also this subtle, shifting of pastel colors rolling across the eyelashes and innermost waterline. It reminded the very nerdy Patrick of the way those RGB gamer keyboards fluctuated in rainbow hues. "... Can you see with those?"

Luigi had kept the second pair of eyes closed all this time, except for a few brief peeks here and there, and those initial moments of discovery back at the other house. "What?" He asked, and he did then open all four of his eyes, only briefly though, as he closed the second set again shortly there after.

"Like, do they see? The other eyes. Or what do they see? Do they like, know when I'm gonna die or something?"

Luigi scrunched up his face a little at that, trying not to let himself be too amused by those implications. "I don't think they do. "See," I mean. I can feel that they look around when I do, and I can make them look somewhere else. But I don't see any different. Maybe they're not hooked up to my brain?"

"Can I see?" Wow okay Patrick you can't just demand to look at someone's eyeballs.

"No- I don't think you're supposed to look at them, actually. You weren't supposed to look at them at the house and I feel bad about that still."

"Oh so they DEFINITELY know when I'm gonna die or some shit-" Patrick laughed. Then he sat up straighter, folded his legs underneath himself, gripped his knees tightly and started to bounce excitedly on the bed like a little kid excitedly waiting for a bedtime story. "Oh! Oh! Oh! Can you fly?!"

"Noo! I tried a little. I think I weigh too much. You'd know that from engineering. I am not remotely aerodynamic and it doesn't even physically make any sense."

Patrick rolled his eyes. "Okay- yeah, but then what's the point of having wings?" Patrick gave up on that question even quicker. "What's the halo do? Is it hot? Cos it looks like it could burn something. Can I touch it?" Oh well then, nevermind that question too because he already had a new question. "BRO!! You never told me you almost died you idiot, what were you doing? Bro! bro! bro!"

"I don't know- and I wouldn't-" he couldn't keep up with Patrick's ridiculous level of fangirling. "Heey! One question at a time."

Patrick sat forward real close, looking at Luigi's halo. He was so fascinated by the little golden gleam that slowly traveled around it's perimeter like a little moon tracing a golden orbit around his head. The actual halo itself was transparent like a glass disc, slightly convex, with a beveled glowing golden edge. It occasionally caught it's own gleam, making the whole surface shimmer golden when viewed at just the right angle. And there was a set of concentric rings; glowing circles extending into infinity when peered into from bellow, like one of those infinite mirror tables. That was cool, but even more mesmerizing was noticing how each of those rings slowly moved and shifted like nebulous clouds encircling a pure white light at the very center. It was absolutely unlike anything he'd ever seen. ".. So, so cool." Suddenly, Patrick sat back and looked perplexed at Luigi. "No one else has ever seen this? Just me? Like, it's cool and all, but why me? I didn't die or something too did I?" And just like that, Patrick began patting himself down and holding his hand to own chest to see if he was still breathing and to feel for his own heartbeat.

Luigi sat up then, hoping to comfort his spazzoid friend. Though, Luigi took time to ensure he was averting his secondary angel eyes so that they didn't look directly at Patrick. "Honestly? I think it's cos you were being weird and kissed me. That's what the angel did. That's how this all happened. I guess since no one kissed me me since the angel did, you got to see it too?"

"YOU MET AN ANGEL!? ANOTHER ONE?!"

Lu shrank meekly. "I thought I said that."

"DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS?!"

Lu was very shrunken, a bit like a frightened cat at this point. He wanted to tell Patrick to shush before they got kicked out of the hotel. It was after dark and while not necessarily late at night, he figured the other people from the other rooms wouldn't appreciate all the noise.

Patrick got up and began pacing all around the room whilst doing some strange gesticulation with his hands. "There's ANGELS! Or is there just one? There could be more of them!! I don't know!!! Do you know? Where do they live? Is it another dimension kind of thing or do they live in the sky? Is there an AFTER LIFE?! Oh my god. Oh. Oh shit! I don't think I can say 'oh my god' if there really is a god. Isn't that saying his name in vain? IS THERE A GOD? Also, hold on! Wait! Why Christianity? Or Catholicism. Whichever. Why THAT religion of all the religions in the world? Did they tell you stuff? Answers to any of that? Or like the meaning of life kind of stuff?! What do angels sound like? How come they made you one? Hoooooooo-"

Luigi sat forward and watched as Patrick lost his ever loving collective shit. "I appreciate the enthusiasm, Patrick. But this happened years ago. I've kind of made peace with it. And no, they didn't tell me anything. I was kind of freaking out at the time so I might not have asked them about the meaning of life, no-"

"Why did you kiss an angel? That's kind of weird. Is that how they spread being all angel-like? Like vampires? .... Was that blasphemous for me to say? Hooo- I need to go to church."

Lu smirked at that, trying not to find humor in how absolutely nuts his friend was going and he wasn't even the one who had to wake up and walk around with motherfucking wings. "I think it was just a blessing!! I was asking for one. And it was a kiss on each cheek kind of thing that the angel did. If that's all it takes, then I'm glad I haven't seen my family much 'cause they always do the 'Italian Grandma Kisses' and I can't have them freaking out the way you are."

"Duuuude. You fucking got kissed by an angel. That's rad as fuckkk."

"You're a dork. Shut up. Stop phrasing it like that."

"How am I supposed to live my life like normal again after seeing all this? Like- for real, dude, am I going to hell?" Suddenly Patrick became visibly distraught and sat down on the bed again with a springy little flop.

"Patrick."

".. I've done a lot of bad things in my life, Lu. I drink, I broke that one girl's phone, she won't talk to me. I swear I didn't mean to cheat on that test in high school. I stole a pack of skittles once from a Sheetz-"

"Pat- pat pat pat pat pat pat pat. PATRICK! Stop. I've done everything exactly as wrong as you ever did and probably then some other worse things. That angel told me I had never sinned. Told me I didn't deserve to suffer. I don't even know if I believe that, but that's what he-she... Whatever, they said. If I've never done anything wrong then neither have you. Maybe they punish people for worse things than we've ever done. That, I don't know, but-" as Luigi spoke, he reached out to try to catch Patrick's hand and give it a squeeze, knowing as well as anyone what religious trauma does to a person. What religious guilt does to a person. He could see the level of existential fear was building in Patrick's eyes, and he wanted desperately to reassure him. But, as he did so, all four of his eyes opened. And, that glowing pair of angel eyes locked its gaze with Patrick.

Patrick went quiet, absolutely hypnotized by those eyes. He couldn't look away. It was as if they had captured a part of his soul. Or perhaps, it was as if Patrick could see through those eyes directly into Lu's soul. He gulped, watching for a time before shifting to make himself a little more comfortable on the bed, taking note of Luigi squeezing his hand, he felt his heart all aflutter.

It took Luigi a moment to realize he was looking at him with the angel eyes, and forcefully he averted them. "Sorry that I never told you."

"It's okay. I wouldn't have believed you." Patrick mustered a weak smile through the rush of strange emotions going through him. Looking back up to Lu with such trust and fascination playing across his face, he whispered harshly in a hushed, excited and giddy tone: "You're a real angel, holy shit. I always knew there was something about you, you're just too fucking cool. I'm so excited I'm gonna piss..!!"

"That's the alcohol, dumbass."

Luigi watched as Patrick got up and ran to the bathroom. Momentarily, he felt pretty pleased that he was able to calm his friend's nerves over this. But that was quickly overcome with dread that Patrick might tell someone; that people could find out about this, that he had might lose his otherwise quasi normal life to the fact people knew he was visited by an angel. He worried people might become more obsessed with him than they already were. Or that someone would start a cult about him.

After a few moments, "Hey, Lu?" Patrick poked his head out of the bathroom after taking a quick piss and of course not thoroughly washing his hands. He truly has not changed since uni. "Few moments ago, I kinda sorta did looked at the eyes you said not to look at... am I gonna be cursed to die in seven days or somethin like that? I really was trying not to."

Luigi immediately looked up at him, again with the angel eyes, and had to forcefully avert them again, taking his regular eyes along with them as he peered off to the side. "Uhhh..." Oh god, this is embarrassing. "You're okay, I think. Nothing all that bad happens, it's just-... Even though people don't see the other eyes, even though I can't see them through those eyes, I kind of know we're looking at each other. Y'know?"

No, not really, but continue. Patrick just sort of stared.

"If they look at my face and my angel eyes are open, it makes people weird."

"Weird how?"

"They start to like me? Like reaaallly like me? Even people that hated me before?"

...

Patrick took a moment. "Like mind control?"

...

"BRO!? THAT'S-... THAT'S KIND OF FUCKED UP!"

"I'm not doing it voluntarily!!"

"How long has THAT been going on?!"

"Two years! One, actually. And a few months. Not here, just since I've been in Hawaii, everyone likes me! I can't really make them stop. They look at my eyes and suddenly they all want to date me or start getting really obsessed with me-"

"Oh. What a relief. I thought YOU were gonna say you made ME be your like you. For like all of Uni. Man- GEE. How fucking great would it be to find out I didn't even like you of my own volition because you used weird angel magic to force me to like you. But good to know it's ONLY happening to all your other friends. Thank goodness I actually like you of my OWN volition. YOU'RE WELCOME." Patrick was sounding a tad unhinged at this point. Lu was worried he'd broken something upstairs for the poor guy. Really, Patrick was just psychologically exhausted and couldn't even tell himself if he was joking or actually pissed off about this. "Wait... Does Tracy know?"

"No! Of course not! No one knows-"

"SHE HAS NO IDEA? Bro! Your whole fucking life is a lie, my dudeeeee!! You know who else talks about you all the time? Adam. He's being mind controlled to be your buddy too?"

"It's NOT mind control!" Lu got a tad defensive and was starting to get real annoyed and frustrated in return. "They just like me and I can't fix it. I wish it didn't happen. Everyone's saying they have crushes on me and I can't even trust what's real or not and it's always seeming like it's probably JUST because they looked at me and I feel REALLY bad about it-"

Patrick stared in shock. "Ohh... Ohhhhh no, you mean IN LOVE with you. Duuuude, that is sooo much worse. I know Tracy's in love with you. She almost broke up with her fiancé over you!" ... Patrick continued, deciding to just spill every bean at this point. "Adam told me he had a crush on you. He's not even gay! He told me not to tell you, but I mean, I fuckin' gotta now since you know already. EVERYONE'S got a crush on you, dude. I need another drink-" At that, he started to pace around, then rummage to see if the hotel room was stocked with any alcohol. Patrick felt utterly scandalized and humiliated at this point.

"Imagine how I feel! Nobody likes me nobody ever did until this stupid shit started happening to me. I'd give away all of these things if I could. I didn't exactly ask to be like this. Even if I could, you know I'd never ask for some kind of ability like that."

Patrick was starting to get pretty upset, emotional even, only finding they had dr pepper and not a damn thing to get him drunk enough again. He was getting far too sober to deal with this. "I liked you too you know."

Luigi pinched his lips together, keeping his eyes down.

Patrick continued. "...I felt something when I looked at your face. Earlier. Before all this. And I didn't want to say anything about it but I felt real fuckin stupid and I can't believe I almost felt like I loved you tonight. I feel really, really fucking stupid. I didn't consent to that. Was it even me that kissed you? And then I felt like a fucking idiot cos they dared me to- and HEN I thought I fucked everything up. You're my friend, yknow .. "

Oh god. Luigi sank in a little on himself as he sat there. Feeling like he really kept fucking up every friendship and relationship he ever had and all because of stupid shit outside his control. He pinched hold of his wings for comfort absent mindedly and just tugged them real close as if to disappear behind them.

Patrick kept staring at him. He already wished he could unsay what he just said, because his heart began to sink and it was causing him this real, physical pain in his chest. "I'm sorry. ...If it's really not your fault. Lu, I'm sorry."

Luigi's voice cracked just a bit, but he tried to keep calm, despite his while face going red as it often did when he was teary eyed or embarrassed. ".. It's okay. I should have covered my face better... I shouldn't be talking to anyone, really. I keep messing things up. A-and I'm the only one aware it's happening so the blame is entirely on me. I should have moved away. I should've done something. Warned somebody. SOME-thing. You don't deserve this. None of you did.." oh god, water works began, and he tugged his wings closer, huddling up in them on the foot of the bed with his head buried down against his knees. His voice was soft and quiet in a meager attempt to mask the sound of his crying. In the calmest tone he could, even though it faltered and wobbled with emotion. "I'm sorry. I've probably been taking advantage of all of you for a really long time... "

Patrick started to feel like his heart was being crushed by a twenty pound dumbbell and he couldn't hold back anymore. He approached Luigi even though he felt incredibly weird doing so. Not only is this his best friend, who he just made cry, and who he had a real fucking weird encounter with earlier today that's now putting a strain on their friendship, but quite visibly it also appeared to be an ACTUAL FUCKING ANGEL sitting there wrapped in his own wings. All of these things bewildered him, but were equally making his mind go crazy. He couldn't let him just sit there and cry. An angel, his friend, his crush- Hesitantly, he wrapped Luigi, wings included, in a hug. ".. Hey, I'm sorry too. Iii don't mean to take any of this out on you. I don't know what the fuck's going on and I kinda wish you did so you could fix shit but... Iiif you really can't control it-" God... Is he scolding his best friend for having some kind of rizz-God super power? What the fuck kind of fever dream did he wake up to today? On that note: Holy shit he's hugging a real angel. Holy shit, he's hugging Lu who he just realized he had a tremendous crush on. It made his heart start to flutter a bit.

Luigi tried to burrow deeper into his wings in an attempt to hide, but otherwise didn't resist the hug. He just didn't want to be seen crying. Especially with four fucking eyes shedding tears. "I just wish I could go back. I'm the one who ruined things tonight, not you. If I didn't look like this, or do that to you, or anyone else's feelings, we'd be having pizza back at the house right now." He shifted a little. "... You don't have any idea how much I really don't want everyone to like me. It's like growing up rich all over again. People never treat me like me. Or a person. They treat me like I'm rich. Like I'm related to politicians because of fucking Nino. Everyone just wants to be near me and it's never for the right reasons." He tentatively looked up from his wings at Patrick, but kept his lower eyes hidden by the fold of his wings. "I even don't know when I'm hurting people! Because Tracey will just tell me everything's okay and RJ just tells me everything's fine and they won't fucking tell me how to help them."

Patrick moved back from the hug only slightly, settling a bit to see and lock eyes with Lu's own two human ones. "Yoo, ... I always cared about you though because you're NOT those things. You know how many times you told your family to fuck off with their rich people bullshit? You never acted like those snobby assholes. You're Lu. The one and only. I only saw your... 'aaangel stuff like,' what, today? You've been in Hawaii, remember?"

Luigi blinked a couple tears away, letting them roll from his lashes and down his hollow cheeks as he looked down. Huddling his wings a little bit closer. "I just want that to be your decision. I really do. I don't want people to like me just because my eyes. It's not like a super power or something- it's a lot more like a curse. ...I appreciate you, I really do. I'm just sorry I broke your trust. I'll do better, I promise you. No one's ever consented to be part of this, not even me, and I didn't keep my face covered and that hurt people. It hurt Tracy. It made Adam keep secrets from me. And yeah, I knew he liked me because he's seen my face. Everyone has and I can't take that back. I wish people could have consented to this. I feel disgusting. It feels disgusting. I'm sorry."

Patrick exhaled a bit, finally calmed down. "...You never took advantage of anyone. If you did, I feel like they'd have told me about it. You literally told me tonight you haven't even kissed anyone in two years. At worst, you just stayed friends with people who probably thought you had something more going on between you ....Annd I know they probably didn't consent to being lead on or made to have feelings like that. But you also don't have to date anyone just because they caught feelings for you." Lu stayed quiet for a moment, struggling to come up with any sort of words to explain how guilty he still felt.

Patrick sat back on his heels, his heart pounding so, so hard in his chest now and this funny little butterfly sensation in his chest. He thought about it for a moment, then he took the bends in Luigi's wings and parted the massive feathery things like theater curtains. "What if I consented? I don't mind seeing your eyes, y'know. What if I want to see them, does that count for anything?..." his voice got caught in his throat as he said that. Realizing he could absolutely not take back what he was saying now either. He was well aware of the implications of what it was he was saying. Gently, Patrick lifted Luigi's face by the chin with his hand and looked over his wet, reddened and tear streaked face.

Slowly, Luigi's angel eyes came into view again and both shed a couple more silent tears and as they opened to reveal the soft golden and colorful glow of the off-white irises inside. The pristine white lashes lifting until his eyes were peering straight up at Patrick. Luigi's own heart starting to patter as he tried to mentally processed what Patrick was doing, and just what exactly he was trying to say. "you want to like me? Iii want you to have a choice."

Patrick's eyes peered deep into the strange and ethereal depths of the other's, and they held that eye contact for a moment. Each passing second, the two becoming increasingly aware of the potential lasting effects that this might have.

"Lu, ..I already liked you. And waaay before two years ago. ...I've always liked you." Their eye contact lasted just a little longer, and then Patrick kissed Lu on the lips again.

[flufflecat]

this is the most beautiful creature on earth and I will kill someone if it asks me to

[gay-dorito-dust]

How about batboys reacting to seeing their lover’s nip piercings through their shirt? like that’s the first time they’ve seen them? (i’m getting mine done soon i’m hyped)

Nipple piercings are so fucking cool dude! Funny enough I have a friend who’s got their nips pierced, all I know it’s a sensitive spot to get pierced but they look really cool. Also I now got snakebites…eating will be a little different but I’ll be okay.

Dick is fighting for his life, gnawing at the bars of his enclosure the moment he got a little peak of your nipple piercings.

He’s trying not to groan aloud at all because nipple piercings are his weakness and of course you have to go get them and turn him with them. They look beautiful, stunning, gorgeous on you even that he can’t help but take sneak peaks now and then at your tits, hoping to catch a glimpse of the metal piercing through your shirt.

He loves your piercings, they’re his favourite things to look at in all honesty and he’ll look at them all day if he could.

‘Looking good babe!’ He’d say upon first seeing them and you couldn’t help but smile, knowing damn well that the moment you got them done that Dick would be all over you like a rash.

‘Thank you sweetie, nice to know you noticed I got them done in the first place.’ You said with a chuckle as you gestured towards your chest and feeling his eyes there immediately it was humorous.

‘I notice everything babe and I must say they’re looking gorgeous.’ Dick replied as he gazes at the metal bars through your shirt with adoration, fascination and a little bit of lust. ‘Need me to give them some aftercare?’ He adds wiggling his eyebrows playfully as you laugh. ‘As much as I would love that but these puppies are fresh and I’ve been given strict rules to follow if I want them to heal correctly.’ You tell him and see his shoulders defeat and a pout crosses his lips, he was so dramatic that even your own nipple piercings weren’t safe.

‘Fine, I’ll wait until they get better and then I’ll give them some tender loving care of my own.’ Dick promises and you didn’t doubt that for a single second, after all nipple piercings were a little weakness of his.

Tim is looking away immediately, he didn’t mean to look at all and felt as though he’s overstepping some boundaries by looking and that’s not what he wants to do.

He’ll twiddle his thumbs or play with his phone so that he doesn’t accidentally look directly at your nipple piercings through your shirt and you catch him doing so by pure coincidence. Tim seriously think he might faint if he saw pierced nipples as it was an sensitive part of your body as well as an intimate area to have done, though that doesn’t mean he won’t compliment your piercing sheepishly.

‘They look wonderful honey.’ He’d say with a flustered expression, the imagine of your pierced nipples now engraved in that photographic mind of his, which was a blessing and a curse. Poor boy just wanted to say you have nice piercings without coming across as weird or creepy for staring there at the first place, regardless of whether he was your partner or not.

‘You can look Tim, I really don’t mind.’ You tell him as you watch him internally struggle with himself and decided to end the conflict for him instead, not wanting to see him so worried like he was right now as he gripped his phone so tight you fear he’d break it.

Tim peaks at the corner of his eye to look at your piercings through your shit and he swallows thickly, a piercing shouldn’t have this much affect over him but here he was finding a simple piercing pretty and enticing. It suited you that was for certain and Tim couldn’t help but admire the way they looked beneath your shirt, it was almost like a little tease of what was there and it would be enough to send anyone mad with want.

However Tim only looked at them and admired your ability to go through with it and getting them pierced, even despite the knowledge that they’ll hurt you went through with it anyway and came out with something, ‘beautiful, they look beautiful.’

Jason may look like he’ll stare at your nipple piercings but is actually trying his hardest to not looks at them unless you want him to.

‘Jason! I got my nipples pierced! Look!’ You’d exclaim, lifting your shirt to show him the metal bars that pierced through your now erect nipples with shining pride.

‘You look gorgeous sweetheart.’ Jason would say truthfully as he gazed upon your piercings, before his mind wondered to the pain you endured to get them pierced, seeing as how nipples were notorious sensitive and piercing them only seemed to make Jason wince internally. ‘But that must’ve killed to get done chipmunk.’ He adds and you only smiled as you dropped your shirt, making sure it didn’t catch your piercings and shrug.

‘I mean yeah it did but they look came out looking fantastic don’t you think jay bird?’ You asked as you gestured towards your piercings. Jason swallowed thickly as he was quick to agree with your statement, not wanting to show just how affected he was by your pretty piercings. ‘There’s no doubt about that sweetheart, none at all.’ He says as you walked over and held his face, fingers trailing towards his pulse point that was beating faster than usual, and giggling softly.

‘It’s okay for you to look, look all you want I really don’t mind because at least someone other than myself is going to admire them and who better than my handsome partner.’ You teased as you kissed his lip before pulling away.

‘Sweetheart you’re going to kill me one of these days.’ Jason groaned as he pulled you in close while being careful with your piercings, having read somewhere that torso related piercings can take up to six moths recovering, with nipple related piercings needing a maximum of a month in fresh nursing pads. He just wants your piercings to heal without any problems or worries and so he’ll put aside his desire to get closely acquainted with them.

You smiled as you kissed his cheek. ‘But you love me for it.’

[obsessivevoidkitten]

The Deer's Prince(ss)

Male Deertaur Yandere x Feminized Male Wolf Hybrid Reader (CW: Noncon, feminization, misgendering, inhuman genitalia, breeding, fingering, overstimulation, reader fucked out of their mind, chasing, kidnapping, general yandere behavior) Word Count: 1.1k

You were sprinting through the forest, running from the prince who owned you.

Under normal circumstances, you would have been able to move a lot more stealthily and gracefully, but continued captivity had dulled your senses and abilities.

When the kingdom of the deertaurs finally won the decades long war against the wolf folk they demanded many things in the treaty to end the war.

One of the things they demanded was a princess to marry their son, marriage was a typical way to seal an agreement of peace.

But there was no princess, instead they took you. And Prince Inthil had made you into his princess. Treating you like a dainty flower instead of the proud wolf hybrid that you were! Going so far as to even dress you in frilly dresses and address as a girl… and bed you as one too…

Having had as much as you could handle you fled. You tore off the female clothing and ran naked into the woods. Treaty be damned, you didn’t deserve this!

But being pampered as a fragile little lady had made your footfalls heavy and clumsy, it may have been enough to outrun a human, but certainly not Prince Inthil. His deceptively lean body was fast and powerful, four legs carrying him like he was the wind itself.

Suddenly you felt a sharp yank on your arm. You shuddered as Inthil pulled you close, you had thought you were still a bit ahead of the deer man.

His creepy grin looked even more sinister under the light of the moon, his long blond hair softly glowing, and his eyes looking at you with twisted adoration and amusement.

If you had only been looking at his face you may have mistaken him for a beautiful woman. But his muscles, body hair on his human half, and antlers on his head proved otherwise.

“Hello my lady~ You mustn’t run off like that, it is far too dangerous for a little girly to be running around in the woods at night by herself! If you wanted a moonlit stroll, I would have accompanied you~”

You tried to wriggle out of his grasp but he was powerful. He lifted you up and pressed you against a tree.

“If my father knew my wife ran off like that it could start a war! Don’t worry princess, I won’t tell. After all, I am sure it just slipped your mind to ask me to come with you, RIGHT?!”

As he said that last word he roughly pulled you forward then slammed you back against the rough bark. It did not hurt much, but you gasped in surprised.

Prince Inthil took this opportunity and kissed you deeply. Hungrily. His tongue swirling around yours as it invaded your mouth.

You shivered. He finally broke the kiss, leaving you both panting for oxygen.

“Are you cold? You’re shaking so much. I know what will warm you up.”

He stroked your cheek tenderly, but you knew what that look and tone of voice meant.

You growled, baring your teeth as your tail bristled and your ears moved back, almost flat, against your head.

“Awe, I bet a nice breeding will help your sour mood too…”

There were no clothes for him to pull off of you this time. He laid you down on the cool forest floor. You started to move but he stomped a hoof on you with enough force for you to get the memo.

You did what was expected of you. Keeping your face down you arched your ass up.

“My bitch must be in heat to present her pussy so nicely for me~” He cooed in his sickeningly sweet voice.

You were sniffing as tears rolled down your face uncontrollably. You were a man and you didn’t want this, what had you ever done to anyone to deserve being forced to be a girl and raped constantly.

“Don’t cry my love. I always make love with you gently, I know how delicate you are~”

You didn’t care how gentle he was, it was still against your will and sometimes forced with a bit of pain. Like just now when he had stomped his hoof on you.

You could feel his slimy cock rubbing up against your hole, eager to slide into you, but he made himself resist the lure of your insides for a moment while he prepped you.

He did this by using the tip of his prick to massage your entrance, and lather it in precum.

Then he slowly, bit by bit, slid into your ass. He gasped as he entered you.

“G-gods princess , your cunt is amazing~”

You just fit him so well, it was like sliding into a warm glove made specifically for his 10in cock.

He was large and powerful, and like always he had to resist just pounding into you with reckless abandon. It took all his power not to.

But he had to make sure you were treated like the frail lady that you were, it wouldn’t do for him to harm a princess, it would be unthinkable.

So instead he savored it, and eventually his careful ministrations were met with your beautiful little whimpers and moans of pleasure.

You always tried to stifle them away from him, but you never managed to.

His cock was kissing your walls so tenderly, touching that spot inside you that he always seemed to find.

Prince Inthil managed to coax several orgasms out of you, making you pant and gasp with each thrust into your overstimulated body. You couldn’t help humping into your hand, desperately seeking another release as his balls finally emptied into you.

“You make such lovely sounds when we make love~”

He picked up your cum leaking body and held you close, you were so fucked out that you couldn’t do anything, your arms were like jelly from being in that pose for so long.

You muttered something incomprehensible and went limp as he put you over his shoulders. He chose to interpret the noises as a declaration of love.

“Awe, I love you too. I knew all you needed was a good breeding~”

The prince kissed the top of your head softly before smiling to himself. He just had the most wonderful idea. He’d quite like to hear those cute sounds of yours on the way home.

As he slowly hauled you back home he slid a couple fingers into your cum-lubed ass, eliciting more of those cute little gasps and moans, albeit tired and weaker ones, from your pretty mouth.

“Don’t worry darling, when we get back we can mate some more before I clean you up."

[mcflymemes]

NATIONAL TREASURE (2004) PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue from the film, adjust as necessary

i'm gonna steal it.

who wants to go down the creepy tunnel inside the tomb first?

if it's any consolation, you had me convinced.

you're not hurt, are you?

i am so getting fired for this.

is there a question in there?

we have no money.

how about a bribe?

it was cool. you should try it sometime.

we can't go back there.

i've never been so happy to be proven wrong.

you handled that well.

are you trying to steal that?

it's thirty-five dollars.

you know the key to running a convincing bluff? every once in a while you've got to be holding all the cards.

stop talking. start the van.

you're treasure hunters, aren't you?

i'm still working on it.

why don't you just come back down here and we can talk through this together.

don't speak again.

is that the hot girl?

are you with me?

what do you think? i'm a hostage.

do you trust me?

once we catch them, what do we do?

is this real?

i made something for you.

tell me what i need to know.

just another clue.

i can explain, but i don't have time.

i wasted 20 years of my life, and now you've destroyed yours.

what was the secret?

i found something!

i broke a shoelace this morning.

it can't be done.

i understand your bitterness. i really do.

i want you to have a chance to do that.

i've got some duct tape in the back.

promise you won't be any trouble.

i finally figured it out.

the treasure is a myth.

we need more juice.

you're all lunatics!

still a little on edge from being shot at, but i'll be okay. thanks for asking.

see? okay? now could you please stop shouting?

give me that!

you would do well, [name], to be a little more civilized in this instance.

who were those men?

we did the only thing we could do to keep it safe.

we probably deserved that.

i was thinking, what if we go public? plaster the story all over the internet.

it's not like we have our reputations to worry about.

people don't talk that way anymore.

beautiful, huh?

i have no idea what you said.

if there's something wrong, those who have the ability to take action have the responsibility to take action.

what do you see?

what time is it now?

we missed it.

i know something about history that you don't.

i'd be very excited to learn about it.

hold on one second. let me just take in this moment.

this is cool. is this how you feel all the time?

[name], you're a genius.

how do a bunch of guys with hand tools build all this?

the aliens helped them.

i volunteered.

it's invisible.

i'm sorry for your suffering.

when are we gonna get there?

i'm hungry. this car smells weird.

i'm so sorry i dropped you.

i would have done exactly the same to you.

why can't they just say "go to this place, here's the treasure, spend it wisely?"

anyone crazy enough to believe us isn't gonna want to help.

we don't need someone crazy.

[name], are you crying?

look. stairs.

i'm guessing that's significant.

i'm just trying to hide from my ex-husband.

stay as long as you like.

you want something?

i see what you left him.

this isn't a day for "um."

we didn't find the information credible.

well, this might be possible.

i leveled with you one hundred percent.

everything i told you was the truth.

it's not a conspiracy theory.

you know what? i take it back.

i'm in a little trouble.

this... is huge.

you are gonna go to prison. you know that, right?

that would bother most people.

you know what you have to do.

i'm just trying to think if there's anything else we could do.

i'm not letting it out of my sight.

how do you look?

a toast to high treason.

here's to the men who did what was considered wrong in order to do what they knew was right.

why do you need them?

look... this is a waste of time.

i'm still not against you.

i really couldn't accept something like this normally.

we don't actually have it.

did bigfoot take it?

is there a door that doesn't lead to prison?

get out of there. get out of there now!

[name], can you hear me?

can i marry your brain?

our evil plan is working.

why does that never happen to me?

meet me at the car. call me if you have any problems.

no broken bones?

a jump like that could kill a man.

[bobafetts-princess]

Surprise: The Sequel

Pairings: Ghost x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2800

Warnings: PiV, we wrap shit up in this one, a little butt stuff, spit kink, biting, cursing, choking. Reader is a little subby here. This is a fic centered on the reader ovulating and being really horny. Heed warnings accordingly.

Author notes: Yes, this was written when I personally was ovulating and I needed an outlet. Please enjoy 😊

Companion piece to Surprise

“My back fucking hurts,” you grumble to yourself, not really meaning for anyone to hear. But Soap, with his fucking bat ears, does.

“Wan’ me to massage it for yah?” He drawls in his thick Scottish accent. He’s been eying you all day and you can’t figure out why. You’re not dressed any different, you didn’t do your hair any different. You didn’t flirt with him, at least anymore than normal. Soap is the type of guy you can flirt with without realizing it. He’s soft and easy-going with a big personality and the ability to make anyone feel special.

“Mind your business, Soap,” snaps Simon-Ghost-Lieutenant (you’re not really sure what to call him anymore) as he comes in the door. You’re sitting at a desk, writing reports on your latest mission and Soap is at his desk on the left of yours, writing his own.

“Aye L.T. But I do feel like her business is my business,” he chuckles and Ghost flicks him a look as he gets up.

“Why’s your back hurt, Blue?” Ghost asks, hand gripping the back of your chair.

“Not sure, L.T.,” you say but then a cramp hits your lower belly. It’s not your period, definitely not your period, that was two weeks ago. So this means- “Damnit,” you curse under your breath.

“What’s wrong?” Both men ask at the same time, Soap moving to stand by Ghost. Another cramp hits your stomach and you have to stifle a groan.

“Nothing important,” you tell them both but they don’t believe you. But Price walks in, looking for an update on the reports and the subject is dropped. He’s standing over your shoulder and you don’t miss the way he keeps looking down at you, the easy way he smiles at you.

“Looking good today, Blue. Did you do something different with your hair?” Price mentions and you know he doesn’t mean it to be creepy. He’s genuinely trying to be nice and give you a compliment, you don’t get many when your literal job is to commit crimes for the sake of queen and country. But you know the real reason he’s looking at you different.

Your ovulation cycle hits harder than your menstruation cycle, the older you get. Your cramps are worse and men tend to notice you more. They flirt with you easier, they check you out with more purpose. Your skin clears and has this tone to that makes you look perpetually flustered. It’s all very flattering but also, quite annoying. Biology is doing its work, but you don’t want it to. The thing that drives you most insane is that you preen under the attention. You like being noticed when you’re ovulating. You like the way Ghosts eyes are dragging across your hips. You like the easy smile Johnny gives you when he’s flirting. You like the way Price’s eyes struggle to stay in their rightful place.

“Nah, just brushed it this morning, that’s all Captain,” there’s a flash of something in his eyes when you call him by his rank but you can’t unpack it right now. You stand, surprising Price and mumble “I’ll be back,” before you bolt.

Ghost waits an appropriate amount of time before he follows, shoving back his chair with some lame excuse so he can follow you.

He finds you in seconds, heading down the hallway in the general direction of his quarters. As a lieutenant, he gets his own space and as he watches your hips sway he’s thankful for it.

“Blue,” he calls out and you still.

“Not now, Ghost,” you say but you don’t move. His long strides catch up to you in no time and his hand presses into your back.

“What’s the matter?” He asks, and you sigh.

“I’m ovulating,” you tell him, pressing into his hand and relishing the feel of his warmth.

“What’s that mean?” He knows that’s your fertile period and you can get pregnant but he’s not sure on the specifics.

“I’m so horny,” you whine, twisting your neck to look up at him and he wants to dip down and run his nose alone the soft skin there. It takes your words a second to click but when they do, he’s shoving you down the hallway and into his room, locking the door behind him.

———————————

Ghost has you on your knees and you’re taking him. Your pussy is slick with your orgasms and your back is slick with sweat. You’re dropped down to your chest on the bed, fingers gripping the sheets as you cry out. It’s not helping though, because every one of Simon’s powerful thrusts pushes you up the bed.

“This fuckin’ pussy,” he snarls from under his mask. Since that day in the shower you’ve had this tryst going on regularly and it’s been satisfying for the both of you. “Fuck, you take me so well,” he grunts as his hand presses into your shoulders to hold you down. “Love when you submit to me,” he says but you think you can take it a step further. You move your hands from the sheets to behind your back, gripping your forearms as your face presses into the bed. Simon groans deeply as he slides his hand down your back to press down on your forearms. “Look so pretty takin’ my cock like this, Blue,” he snarls and you know he’s getting close. You’ve already cum several times, so you’re not concerned about finishing when he does, but Simon is. His hips ratchet up a notch and you hear the distinctive sound of something in Simon’s mouth. You’re about to peek over your shoulder to see what he’s doing when his thick thumb presses up against your asshole. You gasp and still underneath him as he presses circles into the tight ring.

“I’d love to watch you take me here,” he grunts before he pushes his thumb in. Your whole body tenses but you’re pinned. His hands are still pressing your own into your lower back and his finger in your ass is up to the first knuckle. You’re going to lose your mind, you can’t even scream because your face is pressed into the mattress. He continues pressing until he’s got his whole thumb in your ass and you’re gone. You’re so full, so thoroughly worked over that you when Ghost-Simon-whatever you’re calling each other these days, picks up his thrusts you’re blind with pleasure.

He’s putting you through the mattress, his hulking body pressing yours down. You break first, your body clamping down as you cum. He’s so heavy, so thick, and you’re so overwhelmed but Ghost isn’t done yet. He’s growling deep in his throat, snarling something about what a good little slut you are for him and you know he’s right at the edge of breaking. You feel something sharp against your shoulder and it takes you a few seconds to realize he sank his teeth into the soft flesh. He’d apparently never pulled his mask down after he’d wet his thumb and you feel his tongue soothe the sharp sting his bite left. You lay like that for a second, Ghost’s body laying across yours as you both pant with the exertion. Simon’s tongue licks a hot trail across your shoulder and up your neck, stopping at your ear.

“You’re a good fuck, Blue. Y’know that?” You laugh aloud because any kind of compliment coming from Simon Riley is noteworthy.

“Thanks, you’re not so bad yourself,” you flash a grin at him as he peels off of you, moving to dispose the condom. He comes back and his mask is still pushed up to his nose and his grin would’ve knocked you over if you weren’t already laying down.

“Not so bad, eh? Do I need to split you apart on my cock again so you know how good I can be?” He chuckles, dark and dangerous as he crawls on the bed and stares down at you. His huge hand finds your throat, squeezing and reminding you just how dangerous he can be. But the only thing you feel right now is another how streak of lust through your nerve endings. Your nipples are tight and when he flicks them, a sharp gasp escapes your mouth. Ghost takes the opportunity at hand and pulls you up to him by the throat, shoving his tongue in your mouth. It’s not the first time you’ve kissed but it’s one of the only. You can feel him hardening against your thigh and you can feel how slick you are. His fingers squeeze as he trails his lips down your neck, over where his thumb is digging into the soft flesh.

You’re aching, ready to be filled again, when Ghost speaks in your ear.

“I want to taste you, Blue,” he grunts but you shake your head as best you can with his hand wrapped around your throat.

“Later. Want your cock,” you tell him and he nods, releasing you to get another condom. You desperately want to tell him not to use one, but you are smack in the middle of ovulating and the risk of pregnancy is much higher than if you weren’t. You’re not in a place where you can have a baby and you don’t think Simon is ready to be a father, he may not ever be. But god, the idea of dripping with his cum all day? It’s got you clenching between your legs.

Simon has the condom on, cock swinging between his thick thighs. He’d only managed to get his pants down to his knees the first time and the second time won’t be any different. He’s got a long sleeve shirt on bearing the British Army flag on it and even without all his tac gear he’s huge. Tall and bulky, with a menacing edge to him, you can see why people are terrified. But right now, all you are is horny. He slides between your thighs, lifting your hips and placing a pillow underneath them.

“Gonna take me?” He asks, circling a finger over your clit. You nod but he’s not content with that. “I asked you if you were going to take me, I expect an answer,” he growls from under his mask, pulled back down now.

“Yes, Lieutenant,” you breathe as he presses the head of his cock into you.

“Yes, Lieutenant, what?” He snaps, one hand on your tit, the other on the base of his cock.

“Yes, Lieutenant,-“ you gasp as he pushes into you.

“Go on,” he prompts, almost all the way in now. “Or I won’t fuck you. You can lay here and be my pretty little cock sleeve,” you clench around him, wishing he’d wrap one of those big hands around your throat again.

“Yes, Lieutenant, I’m gonna take all of your cock. Please, I want to take all of your cock.”

“Good girl,” he growls, low in your ear as his hand wraps back around your throat. His thrusts start slow but it doesn’t take long before he’s hitching one thigh up his back, the other pressing you down and pushing you to your limits. He’s more vocal this time, grunts and growls as he sits back on his heels to give himself more leverage. He’s got to be sensitive, it’s the second time in less than 30 minutes, and it shows. His fingers tighten every couple thrusts until you nearly can’t breathe but you know he wouldn’t hurt you. The other hand finds your tits, groping them and pulling at your nipples. He presses the thumb of the hand around your neck into your jaw until your mouth pops open. He pulls the mask above his mouth, leaning down, his eyes wide with question and you nod at him, sticking your tongue out in invitation. He gathers in his mouth before he leans down, spitting directly into your mouth before he closes your jaw and speaks.

“Swallow it.” You do as he asks, opening your mouth again and sticking out your tongue to show him. He groans deeply, gathering his spit again and spitting on your tongue. This time though, he keeps his thumb pressed into the hinge of your jaw so you don’t close it. “That’s my fuckin’ girl,” he snarls, his accent thicker as he pounds into you, “take everythin’ I fuckin’ give ya, don’t ya?” You nod desperately at him, mouth still open, tongue still covered in his spit. “Fuck yeah, ya do. I’m goin’ to cum, I know you’re close.” You nod at him again, pussy tightening as he spits into your mouth again, closing your jaw and telling you to swallow.

“Next time you’re gonna swallow my cum jus’ like that,” he tells you before he leans back, pressing a thumb against your clit. It only takes one, two, three swipes of his thumb before you’re over the edge, crying out his name and clinging to the hand still wrapped around your throat. He follows right along with you, slumping his heavy body against yours. “This will never get old,” he says as he rolls to the side slightly, still laying on you but not quite with his full weight.

“Yeah,” you agree, out of breath and worn down. Finally sated.

“Is it always like this when you ovulate?” He asks, picking himself up and disposing of the condom, for the second time. You nod as he comes back and picks up your underwear off the floor.

“It gets worse as I get older, like evolution is telling me to get a move on.” You stand as Simon holds your hand and helps you into your panties. “My cramps get worse and I get almost unbearably horny,” you tell him as he hunts down your tac pants and helps you into those too. He chuckles as he finds your sports bra, slipping it over your head.

“Maybe you should pop out a kid or two,” and your jaw drops.

“Yeah, sure! I’ll drop my whole life and have babies! Ruin my career, my tits, everything I’ve worked for just to give evolution the middle finger!” You exclaim, annoyed he’d even suggest it. But he’s fully laughing, searching for your shirt under the bed.

“I’s a joke, love. You don’t take those as well as you take my cock,” he husks, finding the army green tank and slipping it over your head. “Besides, it would be a shame to ruin these perfect tits,” he tells you, standing behind you and cupping said perfect tits. Fuck, you didn’t think you could go again but the way his thumbs are brushing over your nipples right now is making you question that. “Well, we better get back to writin’ our reports. Price’ll wonder why we’ve been gone so long,” he says, slapping you on the ass and striding out the door. You’re left panting and annoyed, but you follow after a reasonable amount of time and when you make it back to your desk, Soap is standing next to it looking like the cat that ate the canary.

“Aye, lass. Y’look good today. Exceptional even,” he drawls, and if you weren’t rolling your eyes you’d have noticed his own flick over to Ghost to gauge his reaction.

“Get off my desk, Johnny.”

“Will do, but would ya like t’have a drink with me tonight?” He’s leaned down, in your space, his bright eyes full of mischief.

“No.” You tell him, you’re not really annoyed with him but you are frustrated because Ghost left you horny and every bit as distracted as you were before he fucked you stupid. Your hand flashes out and connects with the inside of Soaps elbow, knocking him off his balance. Ghost chuckles from behind you at his own desk.

“Might wanna leave the girl alone, Johnny. I think she could kick your ass,”

“Ooh I might like that,” Johnny says, not fazed at all that you hit him. Ghost has to suppress a groan at the idea of watching you and Johnny wrestling for dominance. He’s pretty sure you would win and the idea of you fucking Johnny stupid the way he fucks you stupid has him hardening in his pants.

“Johnny,” you start, your voice all sugar sweet and sticky. “Can you do something for me?” Your tone is full of promise and Johnny’s eyes droop as he mutters a gentle ‘of course, lass’

“Go get me some Tylenol and coffee, Johnny,” you say, smacking him upside the head. Simon barks a laugh from behind you, and Johnny looks graciously indignant.

“Aye, lass. Whatever you want,” he’s no actually offended, but he played the part well. Off he slinks, to retrieve the items you’ve asked for and Ghost feels a rush of relief that he’s not the only person in this compound that cares for you.

[kinzhae]

Hi hiiii! Okay so... I'm not quite sure if you accept like request and all but i enjoyed your vlog so much cause been craving for Gojo angst that hurts my heart and i love it 😭😭

And i have this idea... You know Toga Himiko right? So like i have this idea in mind where Gojo neglected the reader, like the bully fic you made? And so, in the end Gojo was like dyin (In his teens where he still didn't know RCT). Reader having the same power as Toga Himiko so yeah you know what happens next.

That episode ached my heart so much that i cried and i kinda wanna see it in Gojo x reader part. You don't have to make it just sayin my idea and all 😅

Omgg hello, you are actually the first person who requested to write something so ofc I will do it. I didnt continue watching MHA after season 2 so I might not capture Toga Himiko's quirk that well </3 but I still tried and hoping you will like it.

Note: it ended with a slight angst.

Past Wound That Will Never Change

The world had always been cruel to those who were different, and you learned that lesson early. Your cursed technique was rare, one that made people uneasy. By consuming the blood of others, you could take on their appearance and, to a degree, their abilities. It was powerful, yes, but it was also isolating. People whispered behind your back, called you a parasite, and avoided you like a curse waiting to manifest.

Gojo Satoru, of course, had been the worst of them all.

He wasn’t just cruel; he was relentless. With his unmatched abilities and natural charisma, he had no reason to think twice about how his words or actions might hurt you. To him, you were a joke, a walking anomaly he could poke fun at when life at Jujutsu High grew dull.

“You ever think about how creepy you are?” he’d say, his friends laughing along. “Like, do you just look at someone and think, ‘Wow, I wanna drink their blood’? That’s disgusting, man.”

The words stung every time. You tried to fight back, to pretend his insults didn’t matter, but he had a way of cutting deeper than anyone else. The more you tried to stand your ground, the more he mocked you.

“You’re not even a real sorcerer,” he said once, his voice dripping with disdain. “You just leech off of everyone else. What’s the point of keeping you around?”

No one defended you. Geto sometimes gave you a pitying glance, but even he didn’t dare go against Gojo. They were close friends after all. You were utterly alone, and every day felt like a battle you were losing.

It all came to a head during a mission gone wrong. You’d been sent out with Gojo and another student to exorcise a particularly nasty curse. Things had been going well until Gojo, confident as ever, underestimated the enemy. The curse turned its attention on you, nearly killing you in the process. You barely managed to survive, but when the dust settled, Gojo shrugged it off like it was nothing.

“You’re fine,” he said, his tone dismissive. “Stop being so dramatic.”

That was the moment something inside you broke. That night, you packed your things and left Jujutsu High without a word. If they thought you were a parasite, then so be it. You would survive on your own terms, far away from their judgmental eyes.

---

Years passed, and you became someone entirely different. The pain of your past hardened into a cold resolve. You used your cursed technique without restraint, earning a reputation as a rogue sorcerer. People feared you, and for the first time in your life, you felt powerful. You no longer cared about proving yourself to anyone. You lived by your own rules, taking what you needed and leaving destruction in your wake.

But fate had a twisted sense of humor.

You found him in the ruins of a cursed battlefield, slumped against a crumbling wall, his once-pristine uniform soaked with blood. Gojo Satoru, the untouchable, was dying.

He looked up at you with bleary eyes, his usual confidence replaced by something fragile.

“Figures,” he muttered, his voice barely audible. “Of all people… it had to be you.”

You stared at him, your emotions a tangled mess of anger, bitterness, and something you didn’t want to name. He looked so different now—vulnerable in a way you’d never imagined. For a brief moment, you considered leaving him there. It would be poetic, wouldn’t it? Letting him die alone, just like he’d left you to fend for yourself all those years ago.

But you couldn’t do it.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” you said coldly, kneeling beside him. “I’m not doing this for you.

He didn’t respond, too weak to argue. His blood pooled around him, staining the ground a deep crimson. You bit into your hand, drawing your own blood, and then leaned down to press your lips to his wound. The metallic taste filled your mouth as your cursed technique activated, his power flooding into you.

It was overwhelming. For a brief moment, you were the strongest, the infinite possibilities of his Limitless technique unfurling in your mind. You used it to heal his wounds, channeling his power with a precision that surprised even you. When it was done, you pulled away, wiping your mouth as you staggered to your feet.

Gojo sat up slowly, testing his limbs. He looked at you, his expression unreadable.

“You saved me,” he said quietly.

“Don’t read into it,” you snapped. “If I wanted you dead, I wouldn’t have bothered.”

He frowned, guilt flickering across his face. “Why? After everything I—”

“Don’t,” you interrupted, your voice sharp. “You don’t get to apologize. Not after what you did.”

He fell silent, his usual arrogance nowhere to be found. For once, he looked small, almost fragile.

“I’m sorry,” he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper. “I was a fool back then. I didn’t—”

“Stop,” you said, your tone icy. “I don’t want your apology. I don’t need it. Just live with it, Gojo. Live with what you did.”

You turned and walked away, leaving him sitting there, his words hanging in the air. He didn’t try to stop you. He didn’t call after you. He simply watched as you disappeared into the distance, the weight of his guilt settling over him like a shroud.

---

Gojo recovered, but the encounter haunted him. He searched for you, hoping for a chance to make amends, but you were always one step ahead, always out of reach. The guilt of what he had done to you lingered, a constant reminder of his failures. For the first time in his life, he couldn’t fix what he had broken.

You, on the other hand, continued to live on your own terms. Saving him hadn’t changed anything. It hadn’t softened the bitterness in your heart or erased the scars he left behind. You didn’t forgive him, and you didn’t need to.

In the end, the past was a wound neither of you could heal. He was left to carry the weight of his guilt, while you carried the scars of his cruelty.

[leth-writes]

Hello. Could you write for yandere Volturi Kings (separately or poly) and soulmate female reader?

Yandere Volturi x soulmate reader

Aro

oh no. Oh no. I’m so sorry.

Aro is honestly quite manipulative. He’s able to read minds, afterall, and he spends a lot of time just sifting through your memories, picking out your insecurities and anyone who’s ever said anything mean to you. He sends Felix after the latter and comforts you about the former, but the fact that you’ve never told him about your insecurities definitely means you’re unnerved.

Is really obsessive. You occupy his thoughts most of the time, and he spends most hours of the day with you at least at the back of his mind. Every time he sees a new painting, he thinks about bringing it back for you.

You have a small museum in your rooms, just from the gifts he’s stolen from the various galleries around Volterra and Italy as a whole.

Keeps you locked high in the tower, Corin constantly beside you. You’re essentially drugged, constantly loopy and exhausted. You’ll be awake for a couple of hours out of the day, in which Aro spends time reading to you and quizzing you endlessly about your life, as well as feeding you by hand. He prefers fruits like strawberries, loving to watch the way you bite at them, then kissing the juices off you lips. He’s just kinda like that.

Loves watching you sleep. He spends most of his time just looking at you, eyes wide and face frozen into a creepy grin. Sometimes you bolt awake and he’s just… staring at you in the dark. Has definitely made you scream and cry in fear before. Doesn’t really feel bad, wants you to think he’s more dangerous than he actually is.

Probably exaggerates the truth about vampires, for example, not telling you about the glittering. You just see him coated head to toe in blood and know something’s happened. It helps keep you in line, seeing him with that horrifying smile, face completely obscured with blood.

Honestly the worst out of the three. WILL kill your family if you try to escape, and shows you the bodies. Don’t try, it’s for the best.

Has Chelsea weaken the bonds with friends and family until they’re practically non-existent, giving you a sort of amnesia.

Makes you sit in court, just to see how ruthless he is. He wants you terrified of him.

Caius

Caius is strategic, yes, but he isn’t nearly as sadistic as he may seem. Aro is more terrifying you on purpose to keep you in one place, while Caius accidentally terrifies you through his temper. He’d never hurt you, but you’ve seen him in court.

The second he learns you’re scared of him, he forbids you from going into court. Secretly has Corin make you happy while you’re alone with him, so you begin associating that contentment with him.

Otherwise, doesn’t let anyone use their abilities on you, including Aro. Keeps his brother far away from you, though he does let Marcus spend time with you.

Seeing how hurt Marcus is by the death of his soulmate puts it into perspective for you, and you’re noticeably nicer to him afterwards.

If another vampire even looks at you, he’s attacking them and ripping their head off.

Also keeps you locked in the tower for your own safety.

If another member of the Volturi hits on you, they’ll be tortured for days before Caius deigns to kill them. Death will be a mercy.

Turns you as soon as possible, though probably still keeps you in the castle complex. You aren’t allowed to leave, he’s still quite protective.

Marcus

Marcus is a bit of an odd case. We don’t really see what he’s truly like, only what he’s like after years and years of depression.

However, St. Marcus day was named after him for a reason, hinting toward toward his wisdom and cunning mind.

As a result, Marcus slowly becomes more and more… himself. The others liken it to him waking from a long slumber.

You’ll have quite a lot of freedom, moreso than the other two’s darlings combined. He absolutely does not want a repeat of what happeend last time, so he focuses a lot on keeping you happy. Long walks through parks, visits to museums, anything for you. However, he does rent those spaces out prior, so you can’t actually see any other people, sorry. It sucks, but it’s better than the tower and the constant sleeping.

He’s a hopeless romantic, and works really hard to get you to trust him. He wants your relationship to be genuine.

As he wakes up, he starts to show more personality and to be more possessive. He’s still quiet, but he takes on a more intimidating exterior to anyone except you. He just kinda lurks behind you like a silent shadow, waiting for a guard to try something, at which points he just fucking decimates them. He’s an extraordinary fighter when he isn’t so focused on his depression.

Tells you stories about Didyme. He’s not comparing, but he knows she would’ve loved you, and he wants you to feel her presence.

[teecupangel]

Hi teecup, I hope ur having a great day/noon/night!

Forgive me if the things i'm about to say don't make much sense. It's been a vey, very, very, difficult time for me and my countrymen here, and my ability to make coherent sentences have declined drastically. So, yeah... BUT! That doesn't matter haha.

Anyways, I had a thought. And i'm not even sure how or why i got it but.... hear me out now...

Our boy, Desmond, gets thrown back in time as usual, same old same old, right? Exept, this time he doesn't end up in the Big Three™'s time-line. He ends up in Al-Mualim's time. *insert mind-blown emoji here cuz i can't find it rn*

And ik that i'm not a certified AC Expert like u and many others, and i haven't really finished any of the AC games yet (i've only seen bits of AC III and have only started AC 2, I also haven't finished AC 1)

But I do know that he wasn't really that creepy and evil in his youth/ b4 he became The Old Man of the Moutain, so i was thinking maybe Desmond ends up in that era of Al Mualim or is it Rashid al-Din Sinan? I know that he's based on a real historical figure but i'm not so sure if he's called that in-game?

And knowing Desmond, he'd probably get the urge to kill Rashid (i hope i'm using the name correctly) the time he figures shit out and connect that dots. But he would end up not doing that, cuz u know, it might fuck up the time-line and Altaïr might end up not being born, creating a domino-effect.

I want Desmond to meet Rashid before he starts to becom the Al Mualim we know today, so that Desmond can see how he was b4 the evants of AC 1.

Maybe Rashid's an arrogant ass, or a nerdy loser, or a popular assassin- who knows! The possibilites are endless!! (or maybe he's an obsessive bastard who gets obsessed with Desmond cuz he's just full of mysteries and wonders :Dc )

And blah blah blah, plot here, plot there, Isu-bullshit this, time shenanigans that, and BOOM they meet.

And romance ensues? :3 (romace wil absolutely ensue :}}} )

NOW, BEFORE- BEFORE YOU TIE ME TO A STAKE AND BURN ME ALIVE FOR THIS- i think it'd be a cute idea, and who knows? maybe Rashid was hot in his prime *insert lenny face cuz even after all these years i still don't know how to type it and is too lazy to cop paste it* and maybe he liked to solve mysteries and had a thing for the unexplainable. And Desmond is the most unexplainable, most bizarre thing to have graced the earth :33333.

Now that i've got this idea out of my system i'm gonna go pray for the down fall of my coutry's shit for brain, good for nothing military government/hj.

bye! *evaporates*

I hope you’re doing alright and I’m sorry that it took two months before I could answer your ask TTATT

As far as I know, he was only called Al Mualim because of legal reasons but Rashid ad-Din Sinan was the leader of the Assassins in Masyaf during 1191 so it’s safe to assume Al Mualim is AC’s version of Rashid (historically he died in 1193, not 1191.

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Okay. We can make this work.

We put Desmond at around the same time he’s the recruit and we make it hard for him to realize he’s Al Mualim until it’s too late by doing one simple thing:

Desmond doesn’t know Al Mualim’s real name.

He always knew it as Al Mualim. As far as he knew, Al Mualim was his actual name.

Then he remembered that Al Mualim can mean mentor and bangs his head on the nearest flat surface.

His mission has been clear from the start.

Become an Assassin, take out Al Mualim before he does shit, find Umar and adopt him then play matchmaker so Altaïr would be born.

And no.

Desmond wasn’t going to think about the whole “can you truly be sure that the person who will be born will be Altaïr if you change the circumstances of his conception?”

Yeah.

His head hurts just thinking about it so he won’t.

For now, he’ll focus on his training while keeping a look out for anyone who gives of Al Mualim vibes.

What’s the Al Mualim vibes?

Manipulative old man vibes.

The problem is…

Rashid is one of the recruits in the same batch as Desmond and he becomes Desmond’s closest friend.

And there was no way Desmond would ever be friends with a future power hungry asshole like Al Mualim.

No way.

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The way their relationship becomes romantic really depends on the kind of personality young Rashid would have.

A nerdy loser who starts making a name for himself because of his intelligence and tactical mind would start off as the kid Desmond sorta looks after. When he starts to show that his strength lies in making plans and quick judgments, he becomes the man whispering on Desmond’s ear. Providing plans and suggestions while giving Desmond a heads up on the less savory words people say about him. Desmond would never think this Rashid is Al Mualim because he’s nice and truly do want to help Desmond. This is also how Rashid would show his love for Desmond and, really, Desmond would think they’re bros and when he realizes that Rashid actually loves him, he’d think “oh, I am Ezio’s descendant”

An arrogant ass Rashid would butt heads with Desmond but Desmond would find himself fond of the man because he reminds him of AC1 Altaïr. This is the Rashid who would definitely be counted as a tsundere and their relationship would start when Rashid just flatout tells Desmond that he wants to do unspeakable things to him while they’re arguing. Desmond is offended because “tugging on my pigtails doesn’t work in real life, dumbass!” and Rashid is just “???” because what the fuck are pigtails??? Lots of awkwardness until Desmond realize that butting heads with Rashid is really how they flirt.

Now. Popular Assassin Rashid is more on the side of polite but is absolutely Desmond’s rival. Whatever it is, the two of them are always competing. Unlike the arrogant ass version, this Rashid is always nice to Desmond. The whole “no hard feelings” and pure competitiveness are what drives their relationship. This is the one where the two of them spar privately one time and things happen. They would try to distant themselves from one another for a bit until they finally talk it out. Rashid honestly didn’t think he loved Desmond until the whole ‘after-sparring’ thing.

Whichever you pick as Rashid’s background, he will become obsessed with Desmond but it’s more on the side of “I will do everything to make Desmond happy” which is good for Desmond but not really good for anyone against him.

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Desmond is the one who adopts Umar in this one and Umar imprints on him like a baby duckling to a mama duckling. Everyone actually assumed Umar is his bastard son. Desmond ignores it even though he’s only like… a decade and a half older than Umar.

Rashid definitely treats him like Desmond’s son. He’s Umar’s favorite of all of Desmond’s friends.

And really, Desmond should have seen that as a hint of Rashid’s ‘future’.

Speaking of the future.

He’s been looking for Al Mualim this entire time and he has his suspects (Rashid, however, is not on the list) but honestly?

He’s just waiting for the person who would be picked as the one to lead the expansion to Masyaf since that would be Al Mualim.

Desmond has, unfortunately, fucked up the timeline so badly that the person chosen to lead the expansion?

It was Desmond.

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Sidebar: Faheem would be that cute younger brother who turns grumpy when he grows up. Desmond will forever grieve the lost of little cute Faheem. Faheem is always embarrassed when Desmond talked about his ‘past’.

[tobbotobbs]

Twinkle Little Star

Astarion Ancunin x Masc/Male presenting Tav/Reader (Reader referred to as Tav) 

TW: sad, angst, no happy ending, mcd, slight gore ig, sad astarion, he needs a hug

It was supposed to be an easy quest. Get into the brothel, find one of his siblings, take them gently or with force and then talk to them about Cazador and what he was up to. He was suppposed to get informations and then let his brother or sister go, hopefully with having convinced them into helping him with their plan to destroy the abomination of a man that was once their only hope and tortured them their entire life. After that they should have gone to the Szarr palace and easily killed him with maybe a few dead servants and a little blood over their clothes. This? No, this was not how it was supposed to go. Yes he talked to Leon, his brother, and found out that Cazador was not letting anyone into the ballroom. He also found out that he now seemed to be keeping guard dogs, Gnolls and Hobgoblins. Cazador never had much approval left for anything close to dogs. So why now? He wanted everyone to be locked out of his ritual of course, but how big the ritual was really going to be, Astarion would have never imagined. They underestimated the Vampire Lord and that was where they all failed. The second Astarion, Tav, Karlach and Gale stood at the end of the stairs in that creepy looking dungeon, Cazador had control over the situation thanks to the Spawn. Astarion was leaped from his feet by a powerful magic and taken to the top of that pyramid looking cyrcle his other siblings formed, who were also flowing in the air thanks to that blood red powerful magic that came from Cazador. He was the last piece that was missing for Cazador to fullfill his ritual, his deal with Mephistopheles and he went right into the trap, for the Vampire to finish his work to get even more powerful by killing 7000 Vampire Spawns and his 7 chosen Spawns, the ones wearing that lovely 'poem' on their back. To think he wanted to take over the ritual, once he had killed Cazador, was making him feel like he could throw up all the wine and the blood from Tav he drank today. Tav. Oh, his handsome, pretty and shy Tav. Always thinking too much, worrying- caring too much. Espacially about Astarion. He didn’t deserve any of this to happen to him and yet there he stood, a scared scream of Astarions name left his lips before he was dashing forwards to run over to him, to help him, to save his world. But he couldn’t do such thing. Karlach took a hold of his waist, holding his lover back so he wouldn’t do something stupid now. The Tiefling looked just as hurt by what just happened, but she tried to not let it get to her head just as Gale did, too. Who was now coming forward to stand next to them and faced Cazador. They all stood there, looking at the monsters face. It was ugly and disgustingly smiling at them. He laughed at them. Laughed at Tav for really falling for Astarions pathetic and weak character. Falling for the act and the seduction, just so Astarion would have protection and a save place to stay. For thinking they could stop him. For what he was about to do. 

If it weren’t for Tav’s ability to use misty step freely as he pleased, everything might have turned out differently. He teleported in the blink of an eye, right next to Cazador and his dagger already lifted to strike and cut through the Vampires throat. If he only had seen it coming. The hand that held 5 sword like sharp claws instead of soft fingertips. He tore right through Tavs chest. Thanks to the power that comes with being a Vampire Lord, it looked as if he had just punched through water, without any resistence. A weird and awful eery wet and cracking sound was flying through the silent dungeon. If Astarion and the others wouldn’t have had their eyes on Tav, it could have been also mistaken with the sound of wet fresh salary being crunched into pieces or like an apple, that was ripped apart by some Barbarian just like Karlach was. The time stood still as Cazador proudfully and with no shame held their groups leader with his bare hand and kept him from falling down to the floor. It must be hurting so much, Karlach thought as she watched Tav struggle to breath and keep the pained sounds at bay. He does not deserve this, was what Gale wanted to say out loud. Not him, anyone but him please. That is what was going through Astarions mind as he watched the love of his life slowly die at the hands of the monster he thought once saved him. What a fool he was. The Vampire Spawn was trying to move, tryied to do something just anything to get to his dear Darling. But he couldn’t. He was still restricted by the magic coming from Cazador, who was now laughing at Tav’s pathetic and stupid attempt to kill him. Tav was, even in his last minutes, looking with pure hatred and disgust at Cazador Szarr, who now lifted his body from the floor which caused him to let out a gut wrenching scream. He could feel every part in him moving and straining against the hand in his chest, could feel the sharp claws that punctured through his lungs and left him breathing in his own blood. Karlach was the first to move. She immediatly summoned Scratch and send their dog companion Astarions way to help free him from his restrictions while she herself came at Cazador with her battleaxe. Gale was fast to followe her lead and started casting spells at the guard dogs that were in their way, killing many at once with his large area and his favourite necromancy spells. Like that they came easily through to Cazador, who looked a little spooked now. The Vampire Lord already had dropped Tav a few feet away from him, no longer interested in his dying form. Now ready to have an actual fight and a little fun killing some people, the Vampire gripped his magical staff and aslo started throwing spells at Gale, to take the wizard out first. He wasn’t dumb, after all wizards are hard to kill with their ability to attack from distance and counter spell other spells thrown at them or magically protect themself and others. The barbarian, Cazador was smiling to himself, he would deal with later. He had the feeling she and his little pet had a deeper connection so it would be fun hurting her in front of Astarion right before the ritual to torture him one last time, even if their connection wasn’t as deep as the one between his chosen Spawn and that pathetic boy trying to kill him with a mere little dagger. Oh how he wished he could’ve saved that ones death for later. To terrorize his Spawn really good one last time. 

That was not the important thing going on right now though, no. It was the fight that Cazador began to loose. Gale was a talented wizard, perhaps the most talented Astarion has ever met and he was surely not backing down or getting tired from this fight. Gale stood his ground and counter spelled every curse and element the Vampire Lord sent his and Karlachs way, meanwhile he also threw various powerful magic at their opponent. His spells hit and Cazador started to get tired and get more risky with his steps and his focus on both the barbarian and the wizard. He did not notice nor did he looked when Karlach suddenly vanished from his peripheral vision and appeared just a few seconds later behind him with her battleaxe raised high above her head and her mouth leaving a loud battlecry that was full of rage, sorrow, pain and grief. Karlach brought down the heavy axe and hit the Vampire right on the head which split open into two parts so easily, it was rather eery. Her eyes were full of tears of rage and sadness. Her breathing was hard and shallow and without a single care about anything she swung her weapon again and hit the now dead Vampire Lord under her again and again and again. Until she felt soft smaller hands frap around her wrist and tugged her into a warm welcoming embrace full of empathy. Gale was crying himself, he had just lost his best friend and they hadn’t even had time to really mourn. Just head straight into a fight to not die themself. While Gale and Karlach held eachother close they heard the quiet taps of paws on the cold stone floor, getting closer to them but then stopping a few feet away. A high pitched whine was all they heard and they knew it was Scratch who has found Tav’s dead, lifeless body on the floor laying in his own still warm blood with his eyes looking empty and into the nothingness. Scratch sat next to Tav and tried to wake him up with nudging his arm with his wet nose, but Tav didn’t move at all. Another whine left Scratches mouth. Karlach and Gale looked at eachother before they took another look at Tav and then at their other friend.  

Astarion was feeling like he was drowning, even though he didn’t even need to breath as Vampire Spawn. But it still felt like he was underwater, being dragged under the surface by some invisible monster. He knew he could move and all, Scratch had helped him after all and Cazador was dead now too, so the magic was gone and he could move and wasn’t dragged underwater by any monster. His eyes felt weirdly wet and his cheeks too, he was crying. Astarion had not cried in so long. He never found himself caring, loving someone so much in the last 200 years. He never cried but now here he was, his legs carrying him to his long passed lover and breaking down next to Tav. Hid eyes never stopped the salty tears and he could care less when he started whimpering and moaning in complete misery and pain. His hands shook as he tried to hold Tav’s hand in his and give it a soft, gentle kiss like he does so often when they spent the night together in his tennt, reading books or just talking. It felt unreal to him, seeing the strongest person he knew lie there, cold and without any life in them. His other hand creeped up Tav’s face to gently cup his cheek and caress it with his fingers. He cried and mumbled how it wasn’t fair this had happened. Whispered little nothings into the silence of the dungeon about how he was going to spent his eternity with Tav somehow. It was devestating to watch, even more so to hear and listen to Astarion talk to Tav as if he was still alive and could answer him.  

And the worst part was the little star necklace he had given Tav that he now held in his trembling hands. A little star pendant was on the silvery chain. It should remind Tav of him and make him feel like a part of Astarion is always with him. It was a joke first, after Tav found out his anme meant little star and hestarted nicknaming him Star instead of Astarion. It turned into something so much more and meaningful to both of them amd here they were. The twinkle of his star was gone. 

[whereserpentswalk]

Imagine being a sentient undead, but being a completely different being then the body was when it was alive. You just wake up one day as a creature with adult humanoid reasoning and emotions in a stranger's corpse.

Some people remember your body's past life. They expect you to have a similar personality, or even to be them returned, and then get really upset that you aren't them. Their parents said you were desecrating their child's body. But you aren't, you didn't decide this, someone just raised this body from the dead and now you exist. People say that they were brought back wrong but they weren't brought back at all, it's more like you were created from them.

You don't feel human. Even if you think like humans, you're in a form so different from how humans live. Your body is preserved by magic in the state it was when you were created, meaning it might stay forever, you were a fully functioning adult when you were born, and you probably will be forever. You don't sleep or eat so days really don't exist for you, and that also means you don't really need a home. The only somewhat humanoid function you have is sexuality, but even then, your body doesn't have that function even if your mind can be attracted to someone. It doesn't bother you that you never will have children, nor that you never were one, you were never created with that aspect of existence, if you weren't so grey and cold and twisted, you'd think of yourself like an angel, but you never could with how humans see you.

Humans see you as creepy sometimes. You'd probably have to worry about being shot at out in the country, but in the cities you're pretty safe. Still, the humans you meet always see you as creepy, and it's hard to get anyone who's not something like you to feel empathy to you, even if they'll never say why. People don't expect you to have emotions, don't expect you to get mad when you're wronged or upset when you're hurt, and they always assume your worst possible intentions. There's even a lot of monsters that try to make themselves look better by saying they aren't like your kind.

You feel like you're the same thing as more horrifying undead, the wights, and zombies, and ghouls, and undefinable things, that have a lot less ability to function in humanoid society. Even the lower functioning ones that are said to be mindless or animalistic or inherently evil or soulless. You don't see them as different from what you are even if they have different abilities then you. You never liked being called one of the "good" undead, like you're only tolerated by proving you're not like the others. Even some of the vampires try to claim their rights by saying they aren't like you, as if the monster hunters don't all see you as the same. As if the paladin's sigil doesn't burn them too.

A lot of people feel sorry for you. Like it's a curse to be what you are. But it's all you've ever known. This body is your body. You don't miss being human because you never were one.

[return-of-a-space-cowboy]

🧚‍♀️ Anon

Yes! That would be amazing! I’m so happy that you liked this idea as I wasn’t sure if you’d like it or not or if this was too weird (Killer Klowns from Outer Space is a laugh)

If you make this into a story that would be so cool, as Darling spirals into fear, worry and how she’s supposed to trust anyone while navigating her world with her new stand as normal civilians wind up injured, killed or in some strange death state because of the Aliens using their Stands (So she can’t bring herself to include her human friends or family as they’ll just end up getting hurt, killed or worse, turned into livestock)

Darling also now has to worry about all these creepy and strange men watching, stalking and following her while coming to terms with her friends being aliens (Though Bruno warns Darling that those with the Stand Mutation attract Stand Users once their kind comes to their targeted planets and its really just a matter of time)

The one she’s most afraid of however is the mysterious Boss of these Aliens as he must be the leader for a reason if he can tell these dangerous guys what to do

Darling does end up trusting Bruno and his Gang as she remembered how kind and caring they were to her and when they fought to keep her safe from one of the enemies that she realizes they’re her allies (Except Fugo, he was too afraid to go against the Boss so he never came to Earth)

I’m not sure what her stand can do but maybe it has something related to Outer Space like gravity or she can heal by giving a warming and gentle effect to her target’s bodies, which results in an obsession to feel that gentle warmth again? (Maybe she’ll call it Thirty Seconds to Mars or Chemical Romance?)

Compiling all these asks below to get everything down one one big coherent post

Will also be doing the LA squadra centric ones in a separate post.

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Pt3

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Ok so for the stand I do think a gravity stand would work, a lot more noticeable to darling. Thirty seconds to Mars may work or I propose another name, Human after all (after the daft punk album). I think it would work by removing gravity from objects but can possibly affect a whole area if she's in distress. Stands would probably work a bit different, more like typical abilities rather than manifestations.

Of course she initially freak out when it activates and probably makes it worse. Of course la squadra is watching the entire time and is shocked when a familiar looking girl bursts into the room to help. No way, she can't possibly be related to the emperor.

Turns out the emperor visited earth awhile back to blow off steam before the initiative began, not knowing that humans were compatible (but turns out mutation significantly improves the odds, as otherwise it would almost 0%). Diavolo only realizes when the footage is sent to him, there's no doubt the girls is his but he doesn't remember that other woman. So he sends Doppio to bring them both back.

Trish catches darling going through her clothes in an attempt and asks her what's up? She got asked out by one of the observatory tourists and she's desperately looking for an outfit. Turns out you don't get to many guys asking you out when your hauled up in an observatory for most of your time. She's happy to take her out shopping for something, good to see darling out. But of course work comes first and darling ditches to date when she sees a meteorite fall into the nearby mountains. She hikes to find it only to discover Doppio out cold (he wasn't ready for the pressure difference on earth) and she takes him back.

Now Doppio is making arrangements, unfortunately he's been a little too busy. La sqaudra knows what's up and want to catch her quick.

Diavolo being as tall as he is has to have measures in place to shrink himself willingly as he can't just do it on a whim. He's the tallest recorded of his kind. He'll still be tall but not as bad as humans being roughly knee hight on him like usual.

La squadra as be drastically taller, around the tallest human records with Risotto and Prosciutto being stand outs.

Then bucci gang would be a few inches taller.

I can't really think of anymore to elaborate on as you've cover a lot of ground.

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Strawhats with Himiko Toga!reader.

-You remember being an outcast as a child, not only by your peers, but your parents, the ones that were supposed to love you no matter what, because you liked to see the blood of others, thinking it was beautiful.

-When you ate a Devil Fruit, not knowing what it was because it looked like a blood red apple, and your ability came into light, you were ostracized even more, chased from your home, called and treated as a monster.

-You cried as the sky poured down upon your village, the rain washing away the blood of your parents after they attacked you, telling you to be normal, and your powers lashed out, killing not only them but everyone else in your village.

-You hadn’t meant to kill them, you just wanted them to stop hurting you, you wanted them to be proud of you and love you, like how you saw other parents treating their own kids. You were such a pitiful child, just wanting someone to love you.

-Years passed and you honed your skills, discovering you could take on the form of those whose blood you ingested, for a short while, and if those people had Devil Fruit abilities and you had the basic idea of how they worked, you could mimic those as well.

-This made you very dangerous, as you had become a pirate, as you were constantly treated like a villain, so you became one, and if any were to accuse you of being a monster, you would just smile brightly, showing off your fangs, “But you’re the ones who made me like this!”

-Everything changed when you met the strangest person, a young man wearing a straw hat, who had seen you fighting against the marines on the same island he and his crew had been on and you were thrown off when he caught you after you were thrown off a building and he beamed brightly at you, “So cool! You have fangs!!”

-You had never had someone tell you that your fangs, the results of your Devil Fruit, looked anything other than evil or monstrous before and when he asked you to join his crew, you immediately agreed.

-Other members of his crew were very comically afraid of you, like Usopp and Chopped, showing you their crosses and holding garlic up to you, as you were known as Devil Vampire Y/N, but you just laughed at them before taking the garlic and handed it to Sanji, who was fawning over you, and you asked for something made with garlic.

-Robin felt a kinship with you, as you had both been called monsters and were raised as such, but you were bright and bubbly, trying not to let anything get you down but there was something about you, telling her that you weren’t to be underestimated.

-You adored Brook, your eyes bright and sparkly when you first met him, as you loved creepy things like skeletons, but when he talked, sang, and played the violin as well as cracking jokes, you immediately glued yourself to him, adoring him.

-Nami had to rescue you, leaving a lump on Brook’s head when he asked to see your panties, and she warned you about the perverts on the crew. Nami was friendly to you, being almost like the big sister you never had but always wanted and she loved to drag you out shopping, something you always hated doing because you were never welcome anywhere.

-Franky was so nice to you, saying that your fangs and abilities, once he had seen them, were SUPER!!! He had never met anyone like you before and he appreciate you hanging around him because you were curious about his work, asking him all sorts of questions about the machines he was making.

-Luffy was self-explanatory, wanting to know more about your skills and while some were against it, you bit Luffy, taking just a tiny bit of blood and you transformed into him, being able to mimic him exactly including being able to stretch your body. This had led to some shenanigans with the rest of the crew, pulling pranks.

-These pranks are what got Usopp and Chopper into trusting you, as you were easily able to make them laugh after you and Luffy, using your own ability, went and asked Sanji for meat, acting identical. Sanji was furious because he couldn’t give either of you lumps because he didn’t want to risk hurting you.

-Sanji was so sweet with you, not at all bothered by your blood related ability, saying that it was just another part of you that made you the beautiful Y/N he knows and loves. His words meant more to you than anything as they made you truly happy.

-Jinbei was a bit thrown off by your enthusiasm, as not many humans were all that willing to meet with a fishman, let alone sit in his lap and ask him a ton of questions about the ocean, since you were one of the many ‘hammers’ in the world, due to your Devil Fruit.

-Zoro was the only holdout, like normal, not trusting you, thinking you were dangerous and he didn’t even hesitate to threaten you if you were to hurt any of the others on the crew, right before Sanji and Nami left lumps on his head for threatening you.

-You proved yourself to Zoro after using your abilities, creating a whip made out of blood, to catch Chopper and Nami after they were thrown from the ship in rough waters before taking a hit for them after you pulled them back onto the ship. That night, after your crew’s victory and after everyone was patched up, Zoro was the one who handed you the first mug of ale.

-You loved your crew, your family, calling them as such, calling them all by either big bro or big sis, as they were your solstice, your safe space, they treated you like Y/N- like a person, rather than a monster and they all fiercely defended you if anyone was to call you by such cruel titles.

-By joining the Straw Hat Crew your bounty went up, something you enjoyed as your crew insisted on a celebration for it, which made you laugh, but you never said no, especially since you were finally over one hundred million!

[devildom-moss]

Hmmm I'm kinda curious maybe some Yandere Mephisto? (either headcanons or whatever works for you) I'm interested to see how you'd write it. Thank you and hope ur having a good day!

Super late on this, but I hope you'll still enjoy it, anon! I went with some headcanons - sfw and nsfw are clearly separated. Thank you for the request and I hope you have a good day, too.

yandere!Mephisto headcanons

(Mephisto x gn!MC)

(18+, dark themes for SFW and NSFW, NSFW)

(NSFW and other tags: yandere and general creepiness, mentions of: possessiveness, harm and cruelty to others - not MC, stalking and tracking, stealing clothes, recording without consent, marking, dubcon and implied potential noncon - only in the nsfw hypnosis section, hypnosis and magic, collaring, bondage, exhibitionism)

He likes to stalk gather information about you when he has time to spare. He’ll sometimes make a whole weekend out of it if he can – which can be awkward when someone asks him to do them a favor or spend time with them. Unless it’s Lord Diavolo (or MC, of course), he’ll just say he already made plans.

Mephisto keeps a notebook with facts about you (your favorite foods, flowers, where you spend days off, where you go to calm down, who you spend the most time with – he’s got more than a few pages). At least the man is smart enough to password seal his notebook with magic.  

He invites you over for Demonus tastings and asks for your opinions – he even asks you to take notes. It’s not even scratch paper notes – he’s got sturdy cardstock prepared with sections for appearance, aroma, taste, body, finish, etc. If you have no clue what you’re doing, he gets immense pleasure in teaching you. Surprisingly, he’s not too critical of your ability to take good notes; he adores the fact that you’re willing to do this with him – even if it does seem a bit pretentious. Mephisto will photocopy your notes and put one copy in his notebook about his demonus collection alongside his own notes and keep the original in his room. More on this in the NSFW section.

He will give you jewelry – but only pieces that he thinks you will love and wear often. For special occasions, he might even get something custom made. When you wear it, he feels like he’s claiming you. You’re wearing his gift. Unfortunately, he gets angry when you don’t wear one of his gifts – but he tries not to show you that side because he doesn’t want you to think he’s being irrational. Classmates, other members of the newspaper club, and any lesser demon who crosses his path the wrong way will face his wrath instead. He might bring it up casually to you, though. “Oh, MC, that necklace I got you would look great with your uniform, don’t you think?”

His favorite thing to gift to you are shoes. He loves the idea of you slipping something he gave you onto your precious feet. It’s like he’s taking every step with you. Mephisto will insist that you change shoes immediately when he gifts them, and he will often ask to put them on for you. His touch is so gentle and tender when he drops to one knee and slips the shoes onto your feet. He takes pride in securing the buckles comfortably around you or tying the perfect bow. Only once he’s done will he look up at you with an affectionate, “gorgeous.”  

Sure, he may have been rude to you when you first met (and let’s face it, he still is on occasion after he realizes he wants you), but he will find any demon who is rude to you and hurt them – depending on the severity of their actions. If lesser demons touch you, he will personally kill them. A man of his means has ways of washing his hands clean of any dirt that dares to lay an undeserving hand upon you. He might be crueler if he thinks you were nice to that demon (for example, if a demon bumps into you and drops their papers, and you help them pick everything up). No one deserves to touch you except him – and maybe Lord Diavolo. He makes an exception for those you might miss – anyone from Lucifer to one of the little D.s – even though he’d rather destroy anyone that gets between you and him.

You run into him (possibly a little too often) on outings – especially if you’re alone. It’s not enough to draw serious suspicion or to expect it any time you’re out and about, though. He knows just where to draw the line. Plus, he has things to do; he can’t stalk you and find you every time you’re alone. Mephisto doesn’t want you wandering the Devildom by yourself. He just feels more relaxed when he can watch over you, and getting to spend time alone with you is a bonus. Still, just in case he can’t be there, he tracks your D.D.D. constantly (and he put a few tracking spells on some of your most worn accessories and clothes).

He’ll try to be chill when he “runs into you” – unless he finds you with Lucifer or Diavolo. That gets on his nerves more than the others. He wouldn’t be happy to find you on a date with anyone else, but seeing you with Lucifer makes him hostile, and seeing you with Diavolo can make him passive aggressive. He often mentions how rare it is that Diavolo has a spare moment to spend with you. “You aren’t avoiding any work are you, My Lord? What would Barbatos say about that?” If he sees an opportunity to steal you away, he will. If he can do so without getting caught or in trouble, he’ll sabotage your date. It rubs him the wrong way when someone else shows you a good time, even though he wants you to be happy.

He records conversations with you to play back later. Sometimes he “forgets” to hit stop after an interview with you and your entire off the record conversation stays on his D.D.D. Oops. Other times, he just “accidentally” hit record when he sat down or something. How unusual.

If you’ve been testing him a lot (by being social), he’ll invite you over and take you into his room. He wants your scent everywhere. Nap in his bed, borrow his shirt, use his shower – just exist where he does for a minute. He loves and hates bringing you into his room because he knows he’ll have to let you leave at some point. Someone would come looking for you if he kept you there. As much as it breaks his heart, you’d probably want to leave after a while, too.

If you want tattoos, he asks if he can help you pick a design for your next tattoo. I don’t think he has the skill to tattoo you himself, so he would stomach someone else touching you if that means he would get to be a part of something permanent on your body. He wants you to think of him every time you look at yourself.

When he has you all to himself and you’re on much friendlier terms, he will ask if you’d like to try hypnosis or guided meditation with him, especially if you seem stressed or sad. He pitches it like it’s an opportunity to just relax and let go. All you have to do is trust him. If you agree, Mephisto uses magic and does his best to make it a soothing experience for you. He wants you to come to him whenever you need to relax or want comfort. It isn’t until after he’s wormed his way into that pretty little head of yours that he pushes the boundaries – asking you to desire him more than anyone, telling you to kiss him, demanding that you pull away from the others. More on this in the NSFW section.

NSFW

Remember those notes about Demonus that Mephisto keeps in his room? He’ll pour a glass of one of the bottles you shared and find the corresponding notes. He absolutely would masturbate to your handwriting and cum on the paper – probably moaning your name the entire time. Mephisto likes to imagine you drinking with him and taking advantage of his inebriated state. The thought that you could want him so much that you’d touch him when he was in no position to refuse you turns him on so much (not that he would ever refuse you). Despite that recurring fantasy, he rarely gets drunk around you because he’s terrified of making a fool of himself in your presence – especially since you’d be unaffected by the Demonus. After he’s ruined your handwriting sample, he’ll burn the incriminating evidence. It’s become a strange ritual for him, and he can’t seem to go a month without it. He may get extremely pushy about you coming over to try new bottles with him if he starts to run low on his MC handwriting sample supply.

Don’t let this man over and leave him unattended. He will use your brief neglect as an excuse to rummage through your laundry. Isn’t it lucky for him that underwear and socks are such easy garments to steal? He doesn’t really care whether they’re clean or dirty as long as you’ve already worn them before (and ideally if they smell like you). If you get the clothes back (not guaranteed), he will sneak them back after reluctantly washing them, but they definitely had his cum all over them at some point. He’s more likely to give clothes back if he bought them for you. Expect gifts of cute socks and if you’re already having sex with him, he’ll buy you underwear, too. Just don’t be too shocked if they go missing.

Speaking of not leaving him unattended, during those trips where everyone leaves, if you don’t invite him, he takes that as an invitation to break and enter sneak into your room. Mephisto – pent up with jealousy and need – will climb into your bed and touch himself. His mind gets fuzzy as he imagines you laying in bed with him. He moans loudly; he’s moaning for you, after all. He’s usually pretty careful not to make a mess when he does this. Mephisto doesn’t want to get caught, and he knows that if he leaves a mess in your sheets, he won’t want to clean it. The temptation to make you sleep in his cum is too strong, and it would make him feel better about not getting invited, so he avoids making a mess altogether. He might take something while he’s there, though. You deserve a punishment for leaving him alone, don’t you?

Did you really think hypnosis would stop at something as simple as a kiss? He is a demon, after all. He’d rather use hypnosis to enhance the experience of sex with you by calming your nerves, increasing your sensitivity, or overwhelming you with pleasure, but if he has to use it to get what he wants, he will. He wants you so much that he’ll resort to using magic. It’s a last resort, though, and he really wants you to want him on your own. There’s only so much a demon can take.

The next few are more of an established relationship yandere headcanon, but once he gets you in his bed, it takes every ounce of restraint he has to not keep you there. He wants to chain you to his bed (but rope works too) and tend to your every desire. If you let him, he’ll make you cum so much and so hard that you lose track of time. He’ll keep you there for multiple days, pleasuring you until you can’t think of anyone else but him. (He’ll let you go to eat, go to the bathroom, etc.) If your phone doesn’t get charged and no one can get ahold of you for a day or two, it’s not that big of a deal, right?

Mephisto will mark you up – biting and leaving hickeys all over your body. He wants others to see.

He will try to collar you – he’d even let you pick the style of collar that you want. If he can get you to wear it outside of the bedroom (although, if you’re already having sex, that is not contained to a bedroom), that’s even better. He wants to show off that he owns you. You belong to him. He’ll wear a collar for you, too, though. This man wants to be owned just as much as he wants to own you.

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So. What if Jaime had chemoreceptors on spots his armor? I have four potential explanations/reasons.

One: the less creepy version: certain types of bugs taste with their feet, etc. Not beetles, but they do. They can land on things and identify whether or not they’re food that way. So, fingertips and or balls of his feet have the ability to taste.

Two: the raptorial version. The forearm blades/upper forelegs are raptorial. If he’s fighting/hunting, he might wanna be able to sense if this is food or not, once he sticks his blades in. So taste receptors on the blades. Possibly little pores like ampullae of lorenzini (detects electrical impulses, so might help with finding muscles to cut to incapacitate prey), or thermal pits like vipers (to help locate large veins to slice.)

Three: antenna version.

The upper forelimbs kinda look like antenna, could give them sensory function (in suit). Maybe sensitive to pressure on the tips, with chemoreceptors clustered on the tip (active investigation, like he’s poking at a thing) and trailing in a rough line down the limb towards his main body (passive investigation, like the wind blows a smell to him)

Four: scout version. The scarab is an infiltrator, part of infiltrating is collecting data, so the armor must have a whole fuck-ton of sensors on it, so the scarab can get lots of data to send to Reach. Khaj isn’t interested in the reach, but that doesn’t change what it was designed for. So lots of sensors everywhere, with taste/smell receptors clustered on the ends of limbs (feet, hands, blades)

Thank you, have a nice day!

Hey. Hi. Not to be dramatic but I’m going to marry you now. This is not a request. Put the ring on

Hoooooooooly fuck I love the Ampullae of Lorenzini idea so much. I know there aren’t really insects that have them (as far as I know) but I don’t fucking care they’re SO COOL. The gel inside ampullengang might need to change because it’s meant to detect electromagnetic fields underwater but that’s like. The only real issue here.

Fuckkkk you could have so much fun with behavioral shit too. Movement might cause his mantis blades to try and lash out to attack whatever’s triggering them. In battle this could help with quick instinctive attacks that might not be possible if he was doing it consciously. BAD news is that means he has to get a grip on them real fucking quick so he doesent hurt anyone on accident. OHHHH MY GOD WHICH WOULD MAKE DUCK-TAPING THEM DOWN IN MY LAST LIL AU BLURB EVEN MORE FUN LETS FUCKING GOOOOOO.

Oh god accidentally hurting a family member. His worst fucking nightmare. Delicious. I am drinking that shit like lemonade.

Yes I added his little clawsies in the diagram you can fit SO many knives on this boy.

THERMAL!! PITS!! Holy fuck I did not know there were beetles that have these but there ARE. They’re called fire chaser beetles and they can sense fires from MILES away and holy fuck I love them. Their sensilla (sorry for spelling it wrong in the drawing lmao) are stored in the thorax and are infrared receptors. These contain liquid which expand in response to the infrared radiation, and touch a nerve, which tells the beetle where heat is coming from.

For Jaime this would be weird as FUCK. It’s more just a sense of 'HEAT WHEREMST’ than infrared vision. It is nice for telling his mom when she forgot to turn off the oven though.

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Hi I really like your 'creepy' Tenko series. He's not creepy though at least not to me. He's not even really scary either. To outsiders he's definitely creepy. But to the reader he's just a guy who is touch starved lonely and someone who had a really bad childhood. From what I can tell if he's not even that bad of a person he just doesn't know how to socialize...

I love him so much I want to give him a hug!

Like him killing his family wasn't even his fault.

Imagine if you give a 5-year-old the ability to destroy anything that he touched including people without telling him and without giving him control over it.

That would not be the child's fault!

I want to give this guy a hug and affection! I want to be his friend. I'm acesexual so I don't really want to have sex with him like how the main character in your story does.... But I'm not sex proposed so I still like the story and I still want to give him love and affection! Like the poor man doesn't know how friends work....

You better give them a happy ending or I will find you and put glitter in your bed.

I don’t want to spoil it but I don’t think I’m physically able to make an ending for that series that isn’t fluff, no worries. Or maybe I’m lying, you don’t know! (I’m not)

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Everyone else’s college AU Tenko: Incel asshole who mistreats women and bullies people because his dads super rich

Mine: just a funny little guy with social problems and low self esteem

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Anyways, here’s a fic where you hug him and make him feel good platonically. Why? Because I said so. Merry April Christmas

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Hugging Tenko college au

Another day walking down the same grimy halls with the same grimy peers, all staring at him like he was a wild animal that stumbled into the building by mistake.

Another day of relentless bullying, spitballs and gum in hair like they were back in high school. Honestly, it was ironic. One would think that you would try and stay on the good side of a “serial killer”, right? And yet it seems like people try to target themselves by sticking their disgusting gum in his hair from behind. This is just one more reason why he has to stay in the back.

Could be worse though, at least he has the disintegration quirk. So really the gum is just a mild annoyance. But it’s the principle of it, the intention that makes his heart clench until he’s too numb feel it.

But today, it wasn’t just intentions that hurt. It seems like the bullies got a little more creative, going so far as to bring paintball guns and shooting him from all over. It stung, and it stained, which stung even more.

Even now he was pelted from behind, sharp snaps against his back again and again that made his eyes water. He scrunched his hair in his hands, his head down as he stopped in the middle of the hallway, enemy fire coming from all sides and pelting his back as he succumbed to a panic attack. He silently cried out for someone, anyone to help him. He hated this, he hated today, he hated himse-

Suddenly, he was overcome with warmth. Like a cozy campfire was wrapped around him, relaxing his bruised body and filling him with a forgotten comfort.

He looked down, seeing skin and cloth wrapped around his torso, and realized that you were hugging him. Cautiously, he wrapped his arms around your back as well, subconsciously melting into your embrace. He didn’t even know you, he didn’t even know why you were doing this… and yet… he felt safe. And secure, and… loved. It had been so long since he had had a hug he-he didn’t realize how much he needed one until now.

He let out a sigh, letting his head fall into the crook of your neck as he allowed himself to let his guard down. It just felt so good, the contact, the trust, the affection. He didn’t need to know you for this to be special to him.

In his peripheral vision, he could see a glowing blue mass behind him, seemingly made of some kind of pseudo-metal based on the sound it made when it deflected the paint balls, sending them back to their senders and making them cry out. Was it… a shield? Did you have a shield quirk or something? Were you… shielding him?

Why him? Why were you being so nice? Just what did you think you were doing? He opened his mouth, trying to squeeze out the words but finding it difficult for some reason.

“Why?” He mumbled. “Why me…? Why would you…”

You shushed him, softly, a sound that was usually made in a disgusted or abrasive manner but coming from you somehow felt comforting. Like you were saying that it was ok, that he didn’t have to worry about that. That he just needed to relax, and feel.

He could feel his eyes watering, and he couldn’t hold back the tear that fell any longer.

“Thank you… ‘really needed this.” He said, wiping his face on your jacket with his hands still wrapped secure around your back.

You chuckled, a nice, warm chuckle, before raising a hand and petting his hair, a motion that made his legs shake from relaxation.

Finally, you spoke. “Y’know, I got the new Super Hero Bros game.”

His face rose from your chest, red and moist from tears. “T-the exclusive one with the new EraserHead playable character?” He asked.

You nodded. “Wanna come back to my place and play it with me? I can order pizza.”

Tenko couldn’t trust himself to speak, only being able to nod before you took his hand and guided him back to your dorm for the gaming night he had waited his whole life for. To say he had fun was an understatement. He had the time of his life.

After that, you two hung out every Friday night, and on those nights, Tenko didn’t feel so alone.