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highaver · 1 year ago
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@yes7erdays. cont.
They'd gotten comfortable, the two of them. In more ways than one. From the way that Balfour moved around the Hare and Hounds, collecting plates and cups and all else that had been discarded so haphazardly about the room, he might have looked like he'd been doing this his whole life. Like he belonged here, almost. He didn't even put on that deer in the headlights look when Clara touched him as he passed her. He stopped, of course, and smiled when she leaned against him, talking on of worker's rights, which he never had any clue about.
He must have said something in response to her. Must have. Balfour didn't have it in him to ignore Clara, and there was much to be said - fondly, if not teasingly - at her temperament, of how she could likely spark a revolution all on her own. But he had no hope of recalling the words that had just left his lips. Not a shred, with Clara's fingers at his chest, cold against his skin and pulling him closer, to where she relaxed back against the door. His own fingers tightened briefly around the edge of the plates in his hand, fighting the urge to let that usual rush of feeling force him to step back or straighten or make any move that might encourage her to let go. His other hand, naturally and without much thought, moved to cover her own; he'd always run hot, and there was no reason not to share his warmth on such a cold winter night.
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"Mistletoe?" he asked, then, and glanced up, just briefly, to see what Clara meant. Ah. Of course. It was a wonder that Balfour could even feel the chill at all, from the way the usual blush spread across his cheeks and warmed his face. Returning his gaze to Clara, he managed a slight smile. Flustered and embarrassed and all of those usual Balfour Sutherland things that made him question why he ever said a damn word around her in the first place.
And something else.
"Well... I wouldn't want us to have... any more bad luck," he said, sounding as though he were trying very hard to choose the right words. Taking his hand away from hers again, he moved to rest it against the door as he leaned in. Part of him was worried he was making a fool of himself. Maybe he was, maybe Clara, teasing and wonderful and cruel Clara, would push him away at the last second, bad luck be damned. But he'd gotten comfortable - and it was so much harder to pretend he didn't fancy her, now that they spent all their time together. Which she probably knew anyway, because she was Clara - clever and aware - and he was Balfour - obvious and unsubtle, even when he tried his hardest not to be. So he took the risk, in the end, vaguely dizzy and very overwhelmed, and kissed her.
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prismkith · 1 month ago
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arcane req teehee
any arcane characters you want (women+ please) with a partner that's a little weird/otherworldly. just a bit of a strange person ygwim
“Don't mistake me for the wind when she blows” 
Arcane women with a weird/otherworldly partner!!
Pairings: Caitlyn, Jinx, Vi, Sevika
Caitlyn:
-Finds it absolutely adorable. 
-With all the shit she has to deal with, being an enforcer and detective, and now practically one of the leaders of Piltover, your strange habits and anecdotes help bring color back into her world. 
-Loves coming home from a stressful day of work to find you in your own little world. Her shoulders immediately drop and her face softens, wrapping her arms around you and asking you what you’ve been up to, ready to listen to you go on and on about your strange little adventures.
-Once looked outside her window to see you barefoot with your pants rolled up to your knees, standing ankle-deep in a pond. Eyes closed, face blank and arms crossed just standing there in the water. When she asked you why you were standing dead still in a pond for thirty minutes you just replied “felt stressed” and shrugged your shoulders like it wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. 
Vi: 
-Was a little weirded out at first. She didn’t really understand what you were talking about half the time, and definitely labeled you as an airhead before she got to know you.
-Eventually, she began to slightly match your energy. You say some odd shit like “I wish we were two birds so we could sit on a branch together and sing all day” to which she’d reply “Type shit” and nod in agreement. 
-This girl is a WHORE for physical touch, not even sexual touch. Just any contact of your skin on hers. One time you decided to take a nap while she was sitting next to you on the couch, and without saying anything you put your feet on her lap so you could spread out but still be touching her while you slept and she literally melted. Girlie's heart exploded on the spot. 
-Loves to join you on little adventures. One time you asked if she wanted to join you in the woods to look for a really good stick. Like one of those big smooth sticks where you see them and go “damn that’s a nice stick”. She obviously said yes on the spot. 
Jinx: 
-Your twin flame. Absolute soulmates. 
-Didn’t question your quirks ONCE. In fact, she almost out-weirds you sometimes. You walked into her hideout to find her attempting to balance a stack of crackers on her forehead while in her underwear once so needless to say you’ve met your match. 
-Not super huge on physical affection especially at first, but loves it when you do the thing where you lay on her chest but you crawl inside her hoodie/t-shirt so your basically cuddling while connected to the max. 
-You two are never sitting where you should be and everyone else has coined it as “your thing”. Like for example, if you two are hanging out at the last drop you are both sitting on top of the table, rather than in the chairs or on bar stools and everyone just accepts it. You two regularly hang out on the ceiling rafters wherever you are, and If you knew each other before Silco’s death you definitely startled him more than once by doing so. (when he first saw you and Jinx together his first thought was literally “Jesus christ theres two of them”.
Sevika:
-Gonna be totally honest, she thought you were fucking annoying at first. 
-Like to be fair she had to deal with Jinx’s antics for years, so when you came along shawty was drained. 
-Nonetheless, you captured her heart anyway. She doesn't make fun of you per se, but imagine that one meme that goes “Do you ever think the wind is trying to tell us something we don't know how to hear anymore?” “I just want you to stop saying odd shit”. That's your dynamic. (secretly finds your quirks adorable but would never ever admit it) 
-God forbid anyone else say anything even slightly condescending to you, though. She does NOT play about you, you're literally the light of her life, and as much as she gets sick and tired of your habits, she is the ONLY one allowed to feel that way. Has beaten multiple people to a pulp for saying slightly passive-aggressive things to you. 
-Despite her slightly detached and no-bullshit personality, you know she loves you no matter what. She may not verbalize it much, but the way she shows you off is enough for you to know. Whenever you're out together she always has an arm around your waist or has you sitting on her thigh. Anything to proudly show off and announce that you're hers and only hers.
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A/N: LOVVVVED THIS REQUEST! As a certified "interesting critter" myself i luv a good weird partner headcanon. Also this was my first time ever writing headcanons so go easy on me TT im still finding my bearings writing for characters lol. constructive criticism always appreciated!!
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spongeyspot · 1 year ago
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Toxic Traits/Red Flags HC
Characters: Arthur, Javier, John, Lenny, Dutch, Micah, Charles, Sean, Hosea, Mary Beth, Abigail, Tilly, Karen, Sadie, Molly
(A/N): WE WERE JUST TALKING ABOUT THIS DAWG. I LOVED @cowboyfromh3ll 's take on that shit sm and these hcs have literally been swimming in my head for weeeeeeeeks bro
Edit: some of these were kinda hard because there's not a lot of bad in the characters themselves... I had trouble with specifically Charles, Lenny, Mary Beth, and Tilly. Sorry if they may be OOC. IM EVEN DOING THE GIRLS BECAUSE IM IN A SILLY GOOFY MOOD
Content Warning: female reader, jealousy, self hate, narcissism, gaslighting, physical abuse, verbal abuse, mental abuse, mentions of murder and violence, mentions of infidelity, mentions of sex (Sean, Micah, Sadie kind of) (MINORS DNI)
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The boys
Arthur Morgan
- Honestly, I feel like Arthur would have this insane, crippling fear of rejection, especially when it comes to dating. - His self hate/deprecation plays a huge part in this, and quite honestly, him and Mary not working out probably also probably contributed to it. - Very emotionally distant. Has a hard time expressing his feelings openly due to that same fear of rejection.🚩 - Bottles shit up until he feels like he's gonna explode 🚩 - His impulse control is almost nonexistent 🚩 - Will resort to saying things that he doesn't even mean. He just says things when he's angry🚩 - Will hate himself even more if he makes you cry - Won't hesitate to run away from camp for a while to cool off. This isn't necessarily a bad thing per se, but he usually takes his time away to overthink the fuck out of everything - Prone to acting violent. (not to someone he cared about, but to other people, absolutely)Also due to his poor impulse control. 🚩
Javier Escuella
- Has a flirty personality, but around women, it just seems to get worse. 🚩 - Tells you you're overreacting if you tell him it bothers you🚩 - Overprotective of you. Always has his eyes on you, and practically orders you to stay in camp where it's safe. - As if you step one foot outside the camp without him, you'll spontaneously drop dead - Jealous asf. Are you laughing at what Bill just said? It wasn't even that funny. Why are you standing so close to him? You should be at least 6 feet away from him, not 5 and a half. 🚩 - Also has a problem with how you dress sometimes. God forbid your shirt is ever low cut. He'd probably ask you to change. 🚩 - And if you get offended or upset, he'll lie and tell you it's because he can't stop staring at your chest, and he'd like to focus of whatever it was he was doing.🚩
John Marston
- Stubborn as all hell. Doesn't listen to anybody for anything.🚩 - Commitment issues up the ass - Says mean things out of anger and sometimes actually means them 🚩 - Won't apologize half the time. He thinks kissing it better actually makes it better 🚩 - Regularly ignores his own bad habits instead of actually facing them 🚩 - Will run away from problems like Arthur, but worse. He'd be gone a really long time.🚩 - Gets annoyed with you if you get angry at him for leaving and staying away for a while. He told you he needed space, didn't he? What else do you need from him?? 🚩 - Ignorantly clueless half the time. Head empty, no thoughts.
Lenny Summers
- Not assertive in the slightest, and usually, respectfully, keeps to himself. -Takes orders without verbal complaints but inside he's annoyed as fuck 🚩 - Even if he hates doing something he'll probably just go "Okay" and do it anyway, and he'll sulk all day afterwards - Refuses to tell you what's wrong because he thinks he'll sound childish.🚩 - If you push the issue, he might snap at you out of annoyance like "Would you just let it be??" - Immediately feels guilty and shameful, and he'll hide away until he's ready to apologize and face you again - Also kind of a know-it-all... He'll correct you a LOT. It would get annoying 🚩 - Would blatantly tell you you're wrong before correcting you🚩 - Not necessarily an asshole about it but he still tends to get under your skin sometimes
Dutch Van Der Linde
- The BIGGEST Narcissist you'll ever meet.🚩 -He loses another piece of his mental state with every breath he takes. Slowly but surely losing his mind.🚩 - King of gaslighting🚩 - How could you even think that about him? He could never do anything wrong! You must be crazy...🚩 - Tries to recite his "pretty words" from Evelyn Miller to try and sound smarter than he actually is 🚩 - Expects you to just feed his ego without him actually doing anything to earn it🚩 - Will try to correct you even when he's wrong🚩 - Refuses to admit he's wrong. He can never be wrong. That word isn't even in his vocabulary unless he's talking about literally anyone but himself🚩
Micah Bell
- Where do I even start with this guy - Not above putting his hands on you if he doesn't get his way. Let's be honest here.🚩 - Mega Narccisist, almost as bad as Dutch 🚩 - Will brag and share every sexual encounter you've ever had with him like he's talking about the weather🚩 - VERY prone to Violence 🚩 - NO impulse control. Murders people for fun.🚩 - Backhanded and borderline abusive compliments 24/7 "You'd look so good if you weren't so fucking fat..." 🚩 - Selfish lover. Thinks just sticking it in will do the trick, and it does, for him at least.🚩 - Little to no affection. What are you? His girlfriend? Wait...🚩 -If he actually does show you affection, and you react in surprise, he'll tell you to go fuck yourself, and that that's the last time he ever does anything nice for you.🚩
Charles Smith
- Impossible to read sometimes - Like Arthur, Charles tends to keep a lot of his emotions bottled up until he feels like he's gonna pop 🚩 - Like most of the men in the Van Der Linde gang, Charles is also prone to acting violently. I mean, he started a bar fight with a fucking chair, and he fights in street fighting rings, let's be real for a second.🚩 - He's incredibly quiet and reserved a lot of the time, and sometimes you just assume that he's listening to you when you talk, but a lot of the time, he's lost in his own thoughts. - Will do everything anyone asks him to at the expense of his own free time and energy, and sometimes he works himself to exhaustion just to try and please everyone.🚩 - In doing so, he sometimes doesn't have time for himself at the end of the day. It also seems like you spend time together less and less as the days go on. - If he ever got himself hurt and you tried to help him, he'd decline any help with anything to save his own pride. The last thing he needs is you thinking he's weak. 🚩 - Extremely Overprotective. Like to the point where he'd beat the shit out of anybody you asked him to🚩
Sean Macguire
- An Alcoholic🚩 - horny 99% of the time, but half that time he probably has whiskey dick. Still asks you to try but doesn't understand that it's like trying to play pool with a rope... - If he can manage to be sober enough to actually get it up, and you're not in the mood, he'd get pissy and annoyed with you for "wasting his boner" 🚩 - Will probably also brag about having sex with you to everyone🚩 - Needy as all hell - Bro sulks on purpose - Low key loves the attention you give him when you continue to ask him what's wrong, but he never actually tells you and constantly says "I'm fine..." or "It's nothing..." 🚩 - But then sighs dramatically and continues sulking and dragging his feet so you keep giving him more attention 🚩
Hosea Matthews
- Ignores his physical health until he's practically dying. You've told him to get that cough looked at for literal years and he just says "I will" and does nothing 🚩 - sometimes talks to you as if you're a child especially if he's around Dutch -low key gaslights you sometimes 🚩 - and he says it with such a gentle tone, its hard to catch it 🚩
The girls
Mary Beth Gaskill
- Daydreams way too much - Likes to live in her romance novel fantasy land rather than face reality 🚩 - Cries a lot - Tries to be angry but can't help but cry instead - If crying makes you feel bad for her, she'll probably do it on purpose so you comfort her and give her attention🚩 -If you're in a fight, she'll turn on the crocodile tears to get you to stop being angry with her or whatever it is you're arguing about.🚩
Abigail Roberts
- She can be verbally abusive if she's pushed far enough 🚩 - Holds in a lot of her emotions🚩 - Neglectful of her own personal needs to make sure you or Jack are fully provided or cared for🚩 - a lot of the time, when she's upset with you, you're probably given the cold shoulder and the silent treatment - incredibly protective. Not necessarily a bad thing, but she can sometimes be super overbearing.
Tilly Jackson
- Tells it how she sees it, sometimes accidentally sounding a lot colder than she means to 🚩 - Too sarcastic for her own good 🚩 - Laughs a little too much sometimes when you tell a joke, and you can often tell it's actually incredibly fake🚩 - gets irritated really easily, especially if she's bothered while doing her chores. The last thing she needs is Grimshaw on her ass again.🚩 - irritable a lot of the time, unintentionally becoming short or snapping at you - like john, she also believes that kissing it better is better than actually apologizing
Karen Jones
- An alcoholic 🚩 - picks fights with you for fun, finds it entertaining to see how red your face can get from anger 🚩 - Screaming matches are a regular occurance between you guys, and she starts it almost every time 🚩 - Pretty jealous when it comes to the opposite sex🚩 - Has self doubt and believes that she can't give you everything a man probably could
Sadie Adler
- The nosiest woman in America. No chill. She reads everyone's mail. - Makes a lot of loose threats 🚩 - Anger issues🚩 - Low impulse control🚩 - Can be a little too rough sometimes 🚩 - If she's upset with you, she'll either yell or storm off. Sometimes both. 🚩 -(She tends to walk away a lot more often because she's actuall self aware that her anger issues are a problem) - She'd never admit that to you though.
Molly O'Shea
- Even more jealous than Javier🚩 - Glares at and envies anyone you talk to that isn't her🚩 - Has immaginary conversations with people in her head🚩 - Rubbing her hands together when the real life conversations are following the script she had planned out in her brain - Needs constant reassurance - "D'you even love me anymore?!"🚩 - Overthinks everything 🚩 - Paranoid as hell about infidelity - Gets mad at you when she dreams about you cheating on her🚩
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morose-melodies · 3 months ago
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lifeline | yandere! capitano x reader
summary: things have only gotten worse since the captain met you.
content warning: mentions of murder (dottore dies), angst (and comfort?), delusions, it's a bit gross and mentions of blood
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things have gotten worse since the captain last saw you.
this decay was gradual, slow even - the captain understood his actions, and he understood soon why certain things must be done but would you?
initially, the captain didn't know you, not well anyway but he knew that you were not human, he knew that you were a creation of dottore and so, he assumed you had no reason to exist besides dottore's commands.
you were created for war and destruction.
but when faced with death and the aftermath of war - your knees buckled and your skin turned pale, the sight of death made you sick, it scared you; so, dottore wrote you off as a failure.
the captain had seen these events take place; he did not know you well, nor did he know you personally but the captain bore witness to your creation and now, he would bear witness to your impending doom.
it did not matter, though.
"captain, do you believe I'm a failure?" you approached him, without the assistance of dottore, and spoke to him; you went out of your way to find and speak to him.
though this stunned the captain, he eventually shook his head, "no. I'm sure at times, it may-"
"do you think I will die for what I've done?" without waiting for a genuine answer, you asked another one, looking earnestly into the captain's eyes and he saw desperation looking into his eyes.
"I would not know," the captain replied, "not that it matters what happens, though."
you could not feel emotions like humans, so, why did you look so worried? why did you seem so afraid to die?
that did not make sense but to the best of his ability, the captain rubbed it off and tried hard to forget about you as you would soon be dead.
...
things have gotten worse since the captain last saw you.
it couldn't be normal - the captain reasoned, the way you looked at him, the way you behaved that day was not normal.
you should not be afraid to die, you should not worry about death - despite everything, you were not a human, you should not feel.
but you did - you proved it time and time again without falter. as if you were a human, you behaved like one would -- you cared like one would.
"captain, are you not feeling well."
perhaps dottore had wired you to sniff out how people felt? again, extremely off-putting, "I'm well," the captain replied, "and, how are you feeling?" it was a stupid question, the captain felt stupid for indulging a conversation with a... whatever you were made of.
"i enjoy being alive. life is much to behold," and with that response, the captain wanted to turn and leave but he didn't. "I am afraid of ceasing to exist, though. i do not want to go."
"why hasn't dottore-"
"he said i would gradually degrade and during that, he would run experiments on me."
gradually decay... "i see." with a sharp nod, the captain turned and left, feeling for uneasy than before.
...
things have gotten worse since the captain last saw you.
the captain had been watching you.
well, recently, he had begun watching you. it wasn't stalking per se, he did not try to hide it, you just never noticed.
the captain had a 'why', he had reasons and they made sense to him, though, on paper he doubted they would.
he would watch you as you sit in the garden, motionless for hours at a time before standing and coming back inside.
he would you as you stood at the front gate, looking past it - and the captain assumed you wanted to experience whatever life was beyond the gate.
it's a sad thing, really.
you must feel like a bird trapped in a cage and you don't even know it. you don't understand how that felt because you are under the assumption that you are living life to the fullest.
in passing, the captain heard a conversation better dottore and you: "doctor, do you know exactly when I'll... um, die?"
"I'd rather you not use that word. it's not fitting."
"I know, sorry."
there was a drawn-out silence and then a sign, "i'd say you have months of life left in you-"
"what if you just... fixed the gradual decay and maybe i could liv-"
"no. it's a waste of resources and whatnot. be grateful for the life you have."
"bu- okay..."
"good. now, try to get some rest."
all the captain could do was sigh. it was a sad thing, your life, that was.
...
dottore's words had affected you - the captain could see that as he watched you sit at the dining table, nothing in front of you, just a blank look in your eyes as you stared forward.
the captain approached you, seating himself at your side, and asked, "how are you feeling?"
"I'm lacking something, captain. i wasn't dying until the doctor took it from me - i want it back."
the captain looked at you, watching as you reached forward and grabbed a fruit from the fruit bowl, "dottore told me i had months of life left in me... but, i don't believe him. I'll die soon," you bit into the apple, "I'm not sure if i was ever able to taste food but i can't anymore."
"what is it dottore took from you?"
"i don't know."
why was this so frustrating? seeing you go from enjoying your newfound life to... grieving your eminent death. the captain swallowed, glancing at your hands, more specifically for bruised fingers that scratched at the skin of the apple.
"you still seem well."
"i know I'm being ungrateful... I'm being selfish, I think, for wanting to live... but, I don't want to leave life until I can see everything."
you had aspirations, you had dreams and that would all be cut short-
things have gotten worse since the captain met you.
because, it was at that very moment that the captain aspired to take you away from here, away from dottore.
...
things have gotten...
you would have died, you would have die having seen the world, having known that someone cared whether you lived or died.
things have gotten way worse...
you couldn't stay at that manor, not with dottore, not when he refused to be of any assistance. you did not deserve that.
things have gotten way worse since the captain last saw you...
you deserved the captain and everything that came with him. you deserve to live life to the fullest-
so, with you in the captain's arms, he got onto his horse and left with you. it had gotten to a point where all he could think of was what he would do tomorrow to make you feel better.
soon enough, you would be home with the captain and you would understand why he did it and be grateful.
someone like you doesn't deserve to die so soon - not before you can achieve your dreams.
upon reaching his manor, the captain carried you inside, bloody footprints trailing behind him.
...
"doctor..."
"no, no. it is not the doctor, you're safe now, (y/n)," at no point had the doctor harmed you, he had never mistreated you - instead of killing you, he would have let you live for longer, so why was the captain telling you such things about the doctor, "you're safe with me. the doctor cannot harm you any longer."
but, you were always safe.
"he never-"
"shh, shh," the captain ran his thumb across your cheek, trying to soothe you, to ease your tears - clearly you were relieved that the captain had saved you from dottore, of course, you were crying, "i will never allow any harm to come to you, never again."
what was happening?
"but the doc-"
"(y/n), relax. when tomorrow morning comes," the captain gestured to a slowly beating heart on the coffee table behind him, "you'll eat this. it is what dottore took from you, after all."
it was your lifeline! the captain had it... how did he find it? had he taken it from dottore, had dottke given it to him? no, he wouldn't do such a thing... the captain took it -- the captain took it by force.
come to think of it, there was a red stain on the captain's finger and now on your cheek.
you now understand very well what the captain had done to get your 'lifeline'.
"th-thank you," you were terrified but the captain nodded, "of course. it was no skin off my back. I'd do just about anything to assure your comfort."
"thank you... captain."
...
things have gotten worse.
things have gotten so much worse but the captain only saw his actions as necessary - killing dottore was necessary, stealing years of his hard work was necessary, and taking you was necessary.
it was all necessary - for the captain loved you and wanted you to live.
the captain wasn't sure for the longest time why he cared whether you lived or if you died but, as he carried you into his manor the night after killing dottore, he had a moment of clarity.
or something of the sort, anyway - he would not do such things for anyone unless he cared for them deeply, to kill for someone, to steal for someone -- it all meant something and for the captain, it meant love.
the captain loved you - flaws and all, and refused to let you die.
he refused to let you die without living out your dreams and experiencing the world - he refused to let you die with this newfound love he had for you.
that was all the captain thought of as he lifted your 'lifeline' to your lips.
without it, without him, you would die as he could take it just as easily as he had given it to you.
but knowing you, knowing your will, that wouldn't happen, not anytime soon - not when you had the whole world to see.
you would live for as long as the captain lived; he would live, love, and die for you and you for him, right?
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stardew-shitposterino · 1 year ago
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Stardew Valley Bachelors and how they deal with their secret crush on the farmer
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BEHOOOOLD! I’m kind of back but I’m not because I have a job and feel tired most of the time. I still need to get used to adult life. Anyway, here are the bachelors and how they deal with having a fat crush on you, you cutesy farmer person covered in filth!
Contents might be a bit NSFW so MINORS…you know what not to do *fights them off with a stick*
Enjoy my brainrot 🍓🥰
Sam:
-Sammy is a cute little guy, almost like a dog wagging it’s tail when they see their owner.
-he is SO BAD at hiding it
-he will dream about you two jamming on a big stage together. In his ideal world, you two are a successful duo who make noise rock (kind of like the white stripes minus the weird siblings or married controversy)
-Sam will write songs about you. It’s not intentional per say, and he thinks he really sucks at writing love songs, but it just happens whenever he has to think about you. The words just start flowing.
-he might or might not have had some steamy shower fantasies about you…while in the shower. Jodie keeps complaining about the water bill being unusually high 👀
-yet, Sam is usually not too horny when he is in love with you. He is more gushy and daydreamy than anything
Sebastian:
-homeboy works with nightcore versions of love songs to cope with his longing
-he isn’t the type to show his feelings so openly, so no one really notices his crush on you. Maybe Sam, but well, he is Seb’s best bud. Of course he can tell
-He notices how his sleep has improved since having a crush on you. He willingly goes to bed earlier to have some time to imagine scenarios of you two
-just you and him together on his cool ass motorcycle, driving into the night and ending it with a passionate kiss (sounds familiar?)
-well,,, let’s just say Seb is increasingly horny since having a crush on you. Before, he was almost certain he is some sort of asexual, but nope 😃 he’s healthy and extremely down bad for the filthy farmer who eats raw fish out of the pond 🥰
-what I mean by horny? Uhhh… he didn’t really need to rely on certain websites to satisfy his needs, that’s for sure 👀
Harvey:
-Harvey is a good man. A very good man
-god bless his soul 😫
-Harv isn’t the type to have crushes easily…I can’t believe it either, considering his crush on Maru who is way younger than him 💀
-but in my head, he isn’t the type to be all lovey dovey over someone. That’s why he’s so bad at hiding it. But you don’t really notice. You just suspect it but it could also be his usual anxiety lol
-it happened anyway😎 and he doesn’t know how to cope. At all.
-he has to think about you at all times, especially when he looks at the empty jars of delicious pickles you’ve made him
-This man is usually collected, but now?! He forgets everything, can’t even form a comprehensible sentence at times when his mind is busy thinking about a romantic picknick date with a lovely farmer
-Harvey’s libido is pretty much a dead beat horse 💀 but now he even feels the desire to do some nasty nasty at times. It’s still pretty tame, he’s a gentleman through and through, but wild for him to have those feelings and longings after what feels like decades. He’s not mad at it. He has felt low-key dead inside for so long so this is very exciting and he’s eager to explore this side of him…despite being anxious 😭
Elliott:
-bet your ass he’s the prince of crushes
-he is very dedicated and welcomes those refreshing feelings with a kiss
-feeling better than usual AND having inspiration to write ?! SIGN HIM UP
-he will use every chance he can get to talk to you, maybe even get you drunk (in a non creepy way) because he likes when you’re unapologetically authentic and let loose. It makes him feel more in touch with your soul (or some shit idk I’m not a poet)
-Elliott is NOT SUBTLE
-you practically know from the start that he has the hots for you, but it’s kinda funny seeing him try to pretend it’s not that way…if you can even call that pretending not to be 😭
- his passion doesn’t end at his artistry. This guy will spend a lot of time in his shower thinking about what could be, or sitting at the docks at night just staring at the sea (he’s NOT doing anything nasty in public, peeps. Don’t get it twisted)
-I can also see him recreate a romantic bedroom date he’d love to have with you…but it’s just him 🤷🏼‍♀️ self care king 👑
Shane:
-like Harvey: HE CANNOT COPE!
-he hasn’t felt like this since high school. Every other encounter with potential partners was surface level and only based on sexual satisfaction
-so caring about you, thinking about what makes you happy and how he could be the reason you smile every day, that’s a lot for him
-as stupid as it sounds, he spirals and becomes low-key miserable over it. Give this man a 101 lesson on how to process emotions 😭
-despite the constant anxiety he feels, he low-key enjoys it. It’s kind of hopeless as well as pointless in his honest opinion, but there is this believe, that 0.00001% chance (in his mind) that he could turn his life around and be happy with you, married and maybe have a child of his own one day
-but that’s wishful thinking, riiiiiiight? So what does a self loathing piece of alcoholic man do instead of making a move? Yeah, self pleasure even more than usual, to get at least a bit of serotonin and the willpower to get his shit together, at least for you if it isn’t for him. He’s pretty rough with it too (ouch, unless you’re into that)
-sorry bros but him having a crush is not really all that cute. He’s my cutie pie, but let’s be real: him dealing with those feelings he tried to shut off for so long will be tragic in a way. He’s battling his inner demons here. So yeah… :(
Alex:
-my man, my maaaaan 🥰
-he has earned a soft spot in my heart, bless his soul
-so Alex has a crush on you from the start, it’s basically canon
-can he show his feelings? Yes! Can he do that in a way that can be read as the feelings he tries to get across to you? NO!
-low-key bullying is his love language 🥰
-at least in the beginning. He’s a bit anxious and fears he isn’t good enough for you, so he doesn’t try to be authentic. Being the jock jerk everyone expects him to be gets a reaction out of you and that’s better than nothing, right?
-he’s neither the poetic nor the intellectual type, so he doesn’t process his emotions by writing them down or putting them into words. Just imagine him going about his work-out routine, just thinking about your beautiful smile and rocking bod while sweating like a hog
-Alex and quiet ? Yes that’s possible. I imagine him to go quieter than usual since having a crush on you. He processes everything internally and that takes a lot of time for him as he usually just shrugs off his emotions and doesn’t try to brood too much on them. But now?! He can’t but blush in silence as he just imagines how soft and small your hands must be next to his (yours are way more impressive than his and calloused to the gods, but let him have this moment)
-when it comes to being nasty…Alex is a serial romantic. We know that he probably was the lady’s man back in school so he probably got some action one way or another. In other words, man has the libido of a teen that just hit puberty 💀
-despite being quite horny, he was able to manage to just do it every other day. Now, he cannot even get out of bed in the morning before doing it as you pester his dreams and make his hormones go crazy first thing in the morning…so many nice boxer shorts were lost along the way 🫡
-he also did his own laundry for the first time during that period lmfao
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viktorsblanket · 9 months ago
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Can you do toji x male reader who is a bunny hybrid? Maybe also a pillow prince?
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MENTIONS — Male!Reader, Blood(not his or yours!), Pillow prince, Oral/BlowJob, showering with Toji, teasing, love bites, slight edging.
your pov!
It was a normal day like per usual, you were sitting on the couch enjoying your favorite snacks while watching your favorite TV show. You were all snuggled up cuddling the blanket waiting for Toji’s return, you missed him. He was gone on a job request for a few days now..you missed his caresses, his touch, when he would pet you, rub and play with your ears. You missed it all..after all you were very needy for him and his touch. He was the first and only man who treated you right, your other exes were..something!
All you knew is that you just wanted to be comfortable in your man’s arms but sadly he wasn’t there..there was the next best thing though! A pillow..! Yeah..a pillow. One of the pillows on the couch, it was really soft and comfy so you decided to cuddle up onto it along with your fluffy blankets. You were about almost done with the bag of your favorite snack but you were still hungry but didn’t feel like getting up to go get more..you knew Toji wouldn’t be home for a while but you thought to text him anyways, ‘Hey baby! Do you mind gettin’ sum’ more snacks on your way home? Pleeeaasses( ´∀`)!’ And with that you pressed the send button.
It looked a bit late and you were feeling a bit sleepy, you really did try to wait for Toji each day he was gone hoping he’d come over next to you to let your ears and kiss your forehead like he usually does when he greets you. Unfortunately though..you ended up falling asleep on the couch hoping you’d be waking up into his arms or at least something from him!!
Toji’s pov.
“Ya’ sure ‘is gon’na pay a lot?” Toji looked at Shiu with an eyebrow raised. The job Toji had got sent on paid a lot but he was unsure if the people who were paying him were going to give him the promising amount. The job was so..simple? Easy. Almost suspicious but he did it anyways, he sighed with a light shrug, “alright then. I’ll b’ back.” He said then walking off onto do the job he was ordered to do, after all he kind of trusted Shiu, he was the one who gave him jobs occasionally so he just did it. Plus he could use the cash..he was broke as shit.
He was a bit annoyed that he couldn’t lay next to you and hold you though, as much as he hates to admit feelings such as these he loves you. He adores you. You’re cute to him, you’re everything to him and hell he would kill anyone for you. He’d do anything for you, as he kept thinking about you he felt a small blush creep upon his face and quickly snapped out of it as soon as he saw the target, the person he needed to eliminate. The sun was setting down quite quickly as he didn’t notice how late it was, Toji had felt his phone vibrate but he didn’t look at it he’d have to look later.
— timeskippin’ this part bc I don’t feel like writing a whole fight scene! —
He sighed and looked at the dead corpse below him, he didn’t even break a sweat when fighting them. He had his worm, ‘Megumi’ consume the dead body. After his cursed worm done so he made sure to absorb it again. Hiding it inside his body..honestly no one knows how the curse even partnered up or listened to him, it just does. No one knows but him..Toji had looked up and noticed it was dark out, probably around 9 o’clock? It was late and he needed to get back to you but first he needed to get back to Shiu and the people who asked for him to do this job.
He had walked all the way back to the plaza and into the dark alleys meeting up with Shiu and those people once again. Toji looked at them with a little bit of blood on his face and a little on his shirt. “Jobs done.” He spoke in a deep tone, obviously he was some what tired he had a long day and just wanted to get back home, he showed proof that he finished the job and they paid him as promised, Tojis aged scar on his lip curled up as he smirked. He put the cash inside of his pockets as he looked back at Shiu, “Ya’ knoooowww..you should treat me to some Yakisoba or sumthin’.” Toji said resting a hand on his hand onto his hip and the other on his side.
“I know you wouldn’t even covered your half even if I tried too. No way, Fushiguro. I’ll see ya’ next time, or never. Who knows.” Shiu said with a neutral tone walking off, he was gone. Toji scoffed and rolled his eyes, he remembered he had gotten a vibration on his phone but never checked. Surprise surprise..it was from you, hours ago..damn. Hours? He must’ve been BUUUUSSYY.
He mumbled out the text you sent him out loud, he chuckled softly as he liked your message and went to a corner store to pick up some of your favorite snacks. He knew you so well so he already knew what you liked, He left the store after paying, people gave him slightly weird looks..probably because of the blood stained on his clothes and face. But that didn’t matter, not right now. He just wanted to make it home to you, he was also tired and just wanted to sleep..to sleep with you in his arms.
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After the short trip to the corner store he was finally back in the apartment you both shared, he opened the door to notice you sleeping on the couch curled up cuddling and snuggling up with the blankets. Toji’s face softened, he smiled a little before placing the bags onto the counter and closing the door behind him. He then walked towards you and gently nudged you, “Hey, baby. ‘M home. Ya’ sleepin?”
“Mmh…” you groaned, slowly fluttering your eyes open but they quickly opened with them lighting up, you slowly wrapped your arms around him not noticing he was dirty, you didn’t mind it though. “Toji..I missed you so much!!” You smiled and kissed his cheek as you looked into his greenish-blue eyes.
“Mm. Sum’ one missed me.” He said with a slight smile before speaking again, “‘m gon’a go shower. You wan’a go back to sleep?” You shook your head as you tugged onto his shirt before saying, “I wanna shower with you..but I don’t wanna move can you hold me?..” you asked with a sweet pleading voice as you looked him into the eyes, he grinned once more before nodding and picking you up. He held you close to him as the both of you were now in the bath room, he sat you on the counter as he undressed you being carful with you. “‘M sorry I took so long to come back home..was busy with a job. I got payed a shit ton though.”
He said in a soft tone before turning on the shower and adjusting the temperature to the way you like it, Toji slid his blood stained clothes off tossing them onto the floor..of course you knew what type of job Toji did but you didn’t care..you only really cared for him you didn’t give a shit if he was a jujutsu sorcerer killer or any if the sort. He treats you right and that’s what matters to you, before you could speak he like, “did I ever tell ya’ how perfect ya’ are?” Completely catching you off guard you swore you felt your heart beat faster as your face became flushed.
“‘Mmm? Is my lil’ bunny quiet on me? I meant what I said, darling.” Toji walked back towards you and picked you up with one arm. He gave a quick peck on your neck before stepping in the shower with you, wetting your body with the nicely tempered water, just the way you like it. You looked over your shoulder and grabbed a loofa and a bottle of nicely scented lavender body wash..you applied it into the loofa before trying to clean off the blood stains off of Toji’s rough skin, the red stains slowly faded as you kept cleaning him off, you happily did it. You wanted to be with him and try to help him in some way, he began to rub and gently scratch your long fluffy ears, you squeaked from the sudden touch before hiding your face into his chest.
“You can’t just..do that..” you pouted as you said in an embarrassed tone, you whined as he continued to pet and rub your ears. “Mm’..why not? I thought ya’ loved physical touch baby.” He faced you soft kisses on your flushed cheeks trailing down to your neck, you felt his gaze upon you and you didn’t dare speak a word. You were too nervous too..he made you feel things you’ve never felt before. “I love you, sweetheart.” The nicknames he would call you would make your heart melt and you spoke once more to him in a stuttering nervous tone, “I love you..too..Toji.” He let out a low chuckle before grabbing a fresh wash cloth hanging on the metal bar, he applied the same soap you used on him onto the cloth. He began to wash your back and torso until he moved onto other places such as your arms, legs, hands, neck, etc. anywhere he felt like he needed to care for he would with no hesitation do if it’s for you.
After the both of you were both done cleaning each other you were both clean and not dirty anymore, thankfully! You both were still under the shower head letting the water hit the both of you gently, Toji had leaned forward and gently applied his chapped lips onto your soft luscious ones..the kiss was slow and gentle until you felt him nibbling on your lips causing small little purple bruises on them, as he then slid his long tongue inside of your mouth shoving it in overlapping your own, he held you up against the wall as he kept his eyes open observing your movements..your squirming, soft moans, and the twitches your body would make. He enjoyed this moment.. he pushed the kiss on to last more longer kissing you more deeply but making sure he was slow with it, it was kind of sloppy but did he care? No, no he did not. He did not give one shit.
He just wanted to focus on making you feel good..that was it. He then stopped the kiss as the both of you slightly panted after the kiss was done. Your pupils being completely focused on him, your soft little whines filling his ears up like his favorite melody was playing. He loved hearing you and he wanted to hear you more, he turnt the water off as he stepped out the shower holding you close to him, Toji then threw you on the bed wet and all. He didn’t care if the bed got soaked or damped, he just wanted to hear you and please you. He was too pent up to let this slide, he didn’t even care about himself he just cared about you, he needed to hear you. “H—hey wait—! It’s almost midnight..don’t you think we should w-wait for to—“ he interrupted you mid sentence by saying, “I’ll be quick.”
You laid there as he was on top of you, he singled you to relax and that he wasn’t going to go rough, he wanted to take his take and be gentle with you. “The way that yer squirming for me..you enjoy this..aren’t ya’?” You nodded as your bare body was laying against the soft fluffy blankets and pillows, Toji began to trail kisses all over your body further and further down until he reached your happy trail, he was breathing directly over your crotch, he tapped your leg making you spread them open, giving him a view of everything, “good boy.” He muttered under his breath as he kissed and bit down onto your thighs leaving hickeys and love-bites all over them..
You were whimpering and whining due to each time his teeth and fangs bared into your skin…not able to draw blood or hurt you but enough to make you squeeze your plush soft thighs around his head..you wiggled your hips and moaned softly, you wanted more..everytime you kept thinking of the more you wanted the more your cock twitched. Toji noticed and smirked, he knew you liked when he did everything during times like these..when he was in control. When he did everything, when he pleased you like there was no tomorrow. He brought his lips to your twitching cock as he kissed the tip before putting it into his mouth as his mouth was being coated by your pre.
His hand traveled down to the lower part of your shaft as he slowly stroked it with his rough calloused hand, his mouth would sink deeper as your cock would disappear into his mouth. He continued to stroke you meanwhile his tongue swirled around the tip of your cock as it caused you to whine, his saliva was leaking down onto your cock and his hand as he continued to keep going. A knot was building up in your stomach, the sensations you were feeling were driving you mad. The orgasm building up,
Your toes had curled up as your back arched, his other hand was on your stomach as he pushed his hand down on you keeping you still. He took your cock out of his mouth as he continued to kiss and lick the tip as he stroked your cock. He moved his hand a bit more faster causing his grip around your sensitive leaking cock to go more tighter, he was sending vibrations and hums onto your cock causing you to be more sensitive. Your moans turning into shuddering panting harsh breathes.. “s—stop—..teas—-teasin’!..please please…I’m..I can’t take it..I need..I need to..c—come!..” you whined you with tears filling your eyes, your bunny tail twitched as your fluffy hair was a mess, as long with your ears.
The pupils of your eyes that were once circular were now heart shaped, the amount of lust filled the air was insane..but Toji loved it. He loved seeing you in this state, begging, needing, wanting more..desiring more out of him. You needed that sweet release only he could provide for you. He grinned once more, that evil, sexy, fucking grin..he chuckled as your dick went deep inside his mouth, the slurping noises filled the room along with your loud sloppy moans. Just as sloppy at the head he was giving you, he continued to jerk you off faster and more rougher as he kept on deep throating you, you felt a wave of heat hit your body as you gasped loudly, eyes widening and finally releasing all of that pent up pleasure into his mouth..Toji gagged a bit as he swallowed all of your cum, a little bit dropped off onto his chin as he pulled back and sat above you.
“Such’a good boy. Did ya’ enjoy that? Hmm..my dear prince?” He asked you in a teasing tone and then realizing you were passed out cold, the pleasure was too much for you and you couldn’t stay awake any longer, it was officially midnight anyways it was understandable why you were our cold. He grabbed the blankets and covered you with them as he held you into his arms holding you into his embrace kissing your forehead. “So cute..I love you, so much.” He whispered softly as he then fell asleep right next to you..
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justjudethoughts · 5 months ago
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Lockwood's motivation being vengeance is interesting because it's such a different flavor of vengeance than most characters with similar storylines. For example, he keeps up a very jolly attitude while facing the things that killed his sister. He doesn't trust them. He hates them. But he doesn't tend to fight them with bitterness. And I think the reason for this is in the semantics: Lockwood isn't driven by vengeance per se. He's driven by the desire to avenge his sister. It's not about the ghosts. It's about Jessica. She's the most important part. The Visitors are just the context.
Most people driven by vengeance desire to inflict suffering on the people that caused them to suffer. But Anthony's enemies are already dead. He doesn't want to make ghosts suffer, he doesn't even think of them as things that can suffer in any meaningful sense. It's not about hurting them. It's about stopping them from hurting anyone else.
That's not to say that there is no deeper bitterness inside of him, I definitely think there is. But in a general sense, I think his vengeance has less to do the revenge/payback and more to do with the common good/protecting life.
Anyway, I thought about this while driving 6 hours through cornfields yesterday. I had some time to think.
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mawlbone · 9 days ago
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CRACKED CRADLES - NIKTO
SNIPPET: Nikto never imagined himself to be a family man since he was a child and especially after being disfigured from his time in the FSB. But here he is, settled and snuggled between cotton sheets and cradling an innocence in the grasp of bloody hands with a lover in tow. A pittance from above perhaps…
[CW: amab reader, afab nikto, mpreg, manipulative nikto, mention of trans pregnancy, self-depreciating thoughts, mental health and medication struggles, mentions of hallucinations, implied sex, and children.]
[COMMENT: I promise the warnings is not that bad, just the tiniest bit of hurt/comfort because Nikto is a troubled man, if anything it’s him living the domestic life here. Anyways enjoy the brainrot and know that opening yourself up to others is hard, but not impossible. But also screw me for making a whole exposition instead of going straight to the actual event, oh my gosh, this was suppose to be 500 words.]
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Becoming roommates to partners was the last thing you could had expected on your long list of nonsense when you placed an advertisement online looking for a roommate to split your rent with. Even more ridiculous, agreeing to meet a stranger in the dead of night because he doesn’t want anyone else around to see him? Should that had rung some alarm bells inside that tiny brain of yours?
Thankfully you didn’t get stabbed, but instead impaled with the strangest marriage offer of your life that practically had your eyes springing out of your sockets.
The stranger’s reasoning? Whatever hotel accommodations the world could offer could never compare to the warmth of home cooked meals and security a home has, he says bluntly. Nothing more and nothing less. Honestly, you deadpan at the man for that, but with pennies in your savings and desperate to stay under a roof, there’s very little room for you to negotiate.
Sure, will most people consider what you had done fraud? Absolutely!
But the two of you aren’t exactly complaining with the benefits marriage can offer after the quickest trip to the courthouse you ever seen and ignoring the way the receptionist trying to nudge you and ask if you’re being coerced silently.
Work clothes and a masked man doesn’t exactly fit the image of the stereotypical wedding but it’s fine… Even if you have to mustered up a smile and lie between your teeth every time your coworkers gushingly ask you about when have you got the time to meet a man with how overworked you all are, something you can only fake laugh about to avoid their endless questioning.
You learned his name was Nikto.
It was a strange union per se, uncommon for most of society considering the circumstances but it wasn’t bad.
Simply it’s what had worked best between the both of you.
It was nice…
The security of it all.
No longer did you had to worry about choosing whether to keep your lights on or getting another meal on the table.
Sure, you can describe the start of your guys’ fake relationship as rocky with the both of you mutually agreeing to not interfere with each other lives as this act is only for the sake of appearances. But it’s hard to not feel guilty living off his money as he shoo you off saying what you can pay with that measly salary of yours.
Rude.
For the intimidation that Nikto can pose, a cute little cottage with a classic white picket fence was the furthest thing you could had expected. He stated that your apartment is too open, whatever that means, so he got the home just hidden within the depth of the woods, but still not too far from the city in case you need to run some errands or pick up last minute groceries.
Not exactly the image a cold blooded man Nikto describe himself as, entirely blunt about his occupation towards you as a contract soldier. You don’t mind, quite little to complain about when you can rejoice in finally having a room for yourself.
Both separate of course for privacy sake.
So the only thing you can do is small favors whenever he’s deployed, whether that be repairing his torn clothes because he doesn’t want to throw them away, picking him up from the airport during his breaks, or even getting his medication from the pharmacy for him using your marriage status. Occasionally even sending a care package or two once you start getting enough promotions to justify the shipping costs in sending him some snacks and comforts whenever you got the time.
He doesn’t talk a lot still even in person whenever he’s back home. You’ll wake up in the middle of the night to see him sitting amidst in the living room at some ungodly hour in the morning watching some late night television with a drink in hand. Or something scaring the shit out of you by staring at you from some dark corner of the room. You’re not sure what he thinks in those quiet moments.
Will most people consider this an another version of Cupid and Psyche if you reveal the fact that you never get to see your husband’s face to the outside world despite all these little favors?
Yeah, maybe so.
But honestly, who cares? You just had got a text that he’s coming home tomorrow, so that means you have to haul ass and start prepping a meal to congratulate him coming home again. Whatever you two had, whether it be bordering on roommates or partners, it’s still nice nevertheless to have something to occupy the home with all its silence when the radio becomes too tiring.
You’re awfully a lot like a mouse, Nikto thought when he first settle you in the cottage. Meek, overly curious, but still cautious enough to respect his space.
With the way you scuttle about the cottage playing homemaker, it’s too reminiscent of a furry rodent trying to hurry for the winter. Maybe that’s why you don’t alert his wariness, you’re too weak. Barely even human enough in his mind to register you as a threat.
What harm can you possibly do to him?
But time brings fondness and he too is unsure on what to do with you, his little mouse who somehow become very brave as of late and keep popping up in his life with homemade goods and repairing his stuff in your free time. The house is overly warm with the pops of the fireplace and grounded colors you insisted on painting the walls to ease your guys’ minds.
It’s easy with you around to know what he can perceive as his illusions when he���s too tired to take his medication, it’s too peaceful with you around in your quiet little world.
You aren’t freaking out about the spiders crawling on his skin that usually would had brought an unbearable itchiness in his bones if he stares long enough at them. You’re normal enough to freak about such a thing if you can see them and begin hurriedly urging him to be careful around such a creature.
Simple as that.
Over the years, he had developed a little hobby to test you, merely bringing his hand to your throat whenever your back is turned against him and gently cradling it. Or taking your hand and placing it underneath his mask and letting you feel all the bumps and grooves on his face and watch how you react.
He doesn’t know why he does this, is he waiting for you to hurt him? To prove himself right once more that nobody can tolerate him and everyone goes away eventually?
He is unsure.
So is the rest of him.
Despite staring at your form and waiting for you to jolt away or twist your face in grimace at the gnarly texture of his fucked up face, you don’t. Humming away and even leaning into his touch had become the norm for you, no comment or any sense of fear about the looming danger he presents to you.
Wonderful.
Everyone conclude that you’re also too complacent to hurt them.
They all ignore the irritating warmth in their chest uprising from that thought.
Like with everything with time, things had changed over the years as well. Your bedroom had become his as well after a bad night when you offered to come cuddle him, stroking his back and smoothing your hand over your scars and even kissing the ones underneath his chest.
So a mattress becomes one made for two, after night, after night because as much as Nikto likes the excuse for you to be buried deeper within his touch, a small bed is bad for his back.
Perhaps you should had expected him already.
After all, the change shouldn’t be surprising with how many items of his that you had already lingering about the room: from unfinished sewing projects with the numerous torn masks you have damaged from Nikto’s frustration when he felt it become too suffocating on his face, alongside the stacks of other various rags you have collected that he is too grumpy to throw away, arguing it’s still wearable even with all the holes and tears in them.
You pose no threat to him, he constantly reassures himself. But why does every soft touch, every meal on the table, and every easy affection you had given him had been cumulative to him adding more and more traps around the house to keep you from the outside world. You don’t know such things are laid around the property or even about the hidden cameras littered inside the home when he’s on the field, or about the true purpose of the barred windows he purchased not too long ago, excusing it as a defense against intruders and not as a means to keep you inside if worse comes to worse.
Still, what else to keep you here?
He’s getting old with age, his contract is ending soon, and he’s already considering retiring with the amount of money already tucked away in his accounts to live out the rest of his years lavishly if he so wishes. And you don’t depend on him much anymore with the hefty promotion you were able to get after switching your office job and working from home remotely now. You could as well, just leave, if you so wish.
A baby, he thinks.
A baby will complete the home. Complete the typical family that everyone desperately wants to fit in. After all, there’s an extra room inside a cottage to fit a child in here.
It will incentivize you to stay.
Those nagging feelings of responsibility and all those morals everyone learns about at a young age will guilt you enough to stick with him.
Surely his body is at least useful enough for this, it’ll just be a different sort of service from his body, no? You’re kind enough to pepper him with easy affection and soft touches, and sex with you previous times had been pleasant enough to know you won’t hurt him intentionally without meaning.
So you shouldn’t mind a more permanent solution to ease his worries, right? Everyone else is fine with it…
Anticipating a child was the last thing you could had expected on the long list of your husband’s strange motives. Should you had expected it with how destroyed your hips had become during the last few months before this announcement, maybe so.
But still, you weren’t exactly prepared for one, hell even sure if you two wanted one as he dropped the test in your hand with a blunt, “I’m pregnant” leaving his scarred lips.
It definitely had your head blanking out momentarily before coming back to the sight of Nikto playing with the hem of his shirt and avoiding your gaze when you remained silent. You hurriedly assure him that you don’t mind and that yes, you would love the baby.
No time was wasted after your word and soon enough, the nursery is where Nikto’s former room used to be is painted white with little animals painted all over its walls and ceiling to entertain a young child’s imagination for days on end after much debate. Already the closet and shelves is stuffed full of clothes and diapers to prepare you for the long awaited road ahead.
Nikto always liked to keep all his precious things inside one room, he told you about it long ago of how he did it with his toys as a child, burying it within the piles of his clothes inside his closet, and with his weaponry at the base underneath his bed and now with you and himself all tucked up nearby inside the bedroom merely arms away from him.
Perhaps that’s why pregnancy was calm for him, nothing more than a few bumps and sores with you readily available to look after him to ease his mind. No morning sickness, no sudden dizzy spells, or an urge to hunch over in pain. If anything, you were amazed with how peaceful the child was, praising them and kissing the bump much to Nikto’s embarrassment who can only push your head away and scold you after you went exploring with the changes in his body a bit too far that one time.
A shame, but if there’s anything he appreciates your willingness to help him whenever.
Even if that meant locking yourself in the bedroom with a very unhappy pregnant husband practically clawing the walls saying he can feel a presence inside the home and huffing away at you when you revealed you hired a housekeeper to clean up the cottage during the last few months of his pregnancy.
“Why did you invite a stranger here…”, You’ll hear him grumble, the most frustrated you had seen previously after breathing a bit too loudly one night and waking him up.
You had to hold Nikto to your chest, which isn’t hard anymore with the giant bump he sported and call the poor lady saying you’ll pay extra if she was able to do it as quick as possible for you two. All while assuring Nikto afterwards that no, an old lady will not go expose all of them to danger because she’s a friend’s mother you know from work that you hired so the house chores can still be done while you’re occupied with him.
How troublesome, you sigh, peppering Nikto’s face with kisses as a means to calm him down from his worries and promising him a nice dinner and massage later if he comes back to the bed with you.
You had other little things set up to help alleviate your anxious ridden husband’s thoughts during the last few months of his third trimester.
As finally feeling the cramps settling, he has the urge to run away and have the baby by himself which you found out about after seeing his hidden bag hidden in the closet. You had to sooth him when he begin sobbing, vehemently refusing to go to the hospital saying that there will be too many people in the room touching him and doing operations inside and it’ll make him feel violently ill, but leaving out the part that he fears that they’ll take his baby away from him after seeing his mental conditions in his chart and deem him unsuitable to be a father.
Thankfully, you didn’t question him further, but it didn’t stop you at least getting a midwife, a tiny grey-haired recently retired nurse, to monitor him. She was kind enough to explain the procedure to him, every little step and how to prepare him for the birth as she gets you two ready for your daughter’s arrival. You’ll forever found it humorous that she basically had to bully your husband to stop nesting and lay down because “is he trying to get the baby out early with all his moving”, you’ll see her scold as he rolls his eyes all annoyed.
But with the birth coming soon enough, settling Nikto on the bed and having you there to hold his hand, it was nothing short of smooth with three firm pushes and there she was, your daughter was born kicking into the world with a mighty wail as the midwife cleaned her bloodied self up before presenting her to Nikto to hold.
Immediately her cries soothed as you watch him stared almost wondrously at her as her hand grips his finger. You think this is the first time you seen him truly this shocked, all in awe at his child yawning away and sleeping in his arms and smiling. You had to stop yourself from crying at her cute little face, but if anything, you managed to catch a glimpse of an appreciative look being thrown at the midwife from Nikto as she gently carried the baby back to dress her up properly.
That doesn’t stop you from worrying over Nikto still when the midwife deemed you all ready enough for her to departure. Eventually after dealing with too many nights of your husband waddling away to the nursery to watch over your daughter, “you’re suppose to rest, please!” You finally decided to build another crib at the foot of your bed so Nikto can peer down at her whenever he wants when his paranoia keeps him up at night.
It’s terribly cute, you’ll wake up to her blabbering as Nikto plays with her on the bed now, laid down between the both of you in the middle and surrounded by the warmth of your bodies’ as she squirms away from her father’s endless tickling on her tummy. Her and her little mouse onesie that Nikto bought for some reason that you put her in the night before was too damn adorable, practically having you pressing her cheeks with kisses before reaching over to smooch your husband to thank him as well for gifting you a wonderful gift.
You don’t know what goodwill you had done to gain such a wonderful family, but you won’t ever question it, this life that you thought you’ll never known before.
But you’ll laugh when Nikto pushes your face away saying to not do such indecency in front of the child before leaning forward to give you a peck as well.
For all the shame Nikto holds with the haunting of his past, there is nothing more rewarding whenever he holds his daughter in his arms as he rocks her to sleep every night.
For all her tininess, she’s so warm and alive and the only thing Nikto knows that is inevitably real in his world because she grew inside of him. She’ll gaze up at him and wonder why her father’s tears drip down onto her body but she’ll never complain, only reaching up and holding her father’s face in her hands and hold him. You never have the heart to intrude onto these intimate moments. But you hope he knows you’ll be there in every step of the way and help as much as he allows you to.
The cottage may had become a mousetrap designed for you, but perhaps he had willingly become trapped within your own as well.
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bitchimasnake-sss · 1 year ago
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unwinding after a long day ft. luffy!
in which, after a long day, he comes right back to you <3
ft. luffy x fem!reader
set-up: its been a tiring day for him, good thing you're right here to offer your services (wink wink)
warnings: both sfw/nsfw headcanons for this dumbass; nsfw stuff includes penetration, cockwarming, raw!fucking (kids use protection pls 👍)
luffy:
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sfw!!
- after a long, long day of eating, running around the deck with ussop, defeating like five sea kings, enduring 53628 kicks and punches from the crew (how is this man a captain is beyond me sometimes), luffy is bound to be tired - you're laying on your bed post-dinner, absent-mindedly chipping away the nail polish - you feel the mattress next to you dip lowly as he jumps next to you, face-first - "ynn-" he's whining, wrapping his hands around you and intertwining his legs between yours, "ynnnnnn" "hmm?" you hum, still busy picking apart the colour on your nails "i'm so, so soooo tired" a laugh escapes you, "really? is it due to all the running?" and now he's pouting, "are you saying it's my own fault?" - you peck his cheek, then flash him a grin, "how can i ever say that?" - most of the nights, you silence him by giving him a massage - you don't even think you're good at it but holy shit this boy is obsessed with getting a quick massage from you. - and this has led to quite the number of misunderstandings. "yn," he had asked you when the crew were eating dinner together, "can we do that thing at night? i really need it." "WHAT THE FUCK-" nami is punching luffy in his guts, his food is being thrown out of his mouth and onto zoro, "WE ARE EATING." - he meant massage. - you knew it, he knew it. the rest of the crew? they assumed you were fucking (they aren't wrong, per se. they just didn't want to believe that all the sounds of bed creaking wasn't from you both jumping around, rip them) - yeah ussop threw up and sanji fell to his knees and cried for like 57 mins because how did luffy manage to bag you??? - zoro hasn't spoken in two days from the shock of it (and the traumatic experience of having food spit on him) and nami has retired to her room for a whole business week, she is now only conversing by using chopper as her message carrier - chopper is confused (poor bby 😭😭, he assumed it was massage or something and he is the only one who's correct) - anyways, other than getting massages, sometimes he starts rambling on about something or the other till he falls asleep mid-conversation - rest assured because he will continue whenever he wakes up "where was i?" he's shaking you awake "luffy" you groan, "it's like two am, go to sleep" "oh right, so ussop told chopper than reindeers are called reigndeers because they used to be actual kings back in the ancient times and so rein means reign and not rain like most people as-" he falls asleep again mid conversation - tf are you supposed to do with this man?? - peak, sheer dumbassery even when he's tired
nsfw!!
- this man refuses to entertain one-sided favours - your soft hands were kneading away the tension on his biceps a few minutes ago, so obviously he should return the favour back by massaging your back - you refuse many times because as much as you love luffy, this man does not understand his own strength - so you have a very valid fear that he would break your spine as he gives you a massage - "this isn't fair, let me do it too ughh" "how about no" "okay then let me fuck you, you'd like that right?" - didn't even blink twice plz 😭😭 - this dude is dead serious. - he gotta make up to you for being such a sweetheart to him one way or the other - that explains how he was pulling your top off, sucking sweetly on your tits, fingers gently rubbing over your clothed pussy - that also explained how he pulled you onto his lap, slipping in his dick inside you, stretching you out with a loud moan "you always take it so well, don'tcha?" he grins at you, tipping your head upwards and kissing you - refuses to move tho. - basically baited you into cockwarming him - what a royal asshole. - "what is it?" he coos when he feels your walls clamp down on him, your fingers desperately toying with your clit to get some sort of relief "pl- pleasefuckme-" there's tears clinging onto your lashline, your lips are red from how long you've been biting and chewing on them "hm?" he grins at your state, "what was that you said?" "please-" your breath hitches as he thrusts into you suddenly "fuck you?" "go- god. fuck, yes" his thrusts are merciless, pounding into you at a speed that has your overstimulated cunt spasming in seconds - doesn't let you go till he feels like he's paid you back enough "that was fun" he nuzzles into your neck, breathing slowly "mhm" you feel yourself dozing off he lays you down before snuggling into you and falling asleep - will end up giving you a massage in the morning anyways - although he can be just a little bit of a dick sometimes, there's no one you would rather unwind with
bonus!!
- ussop (while crying) had to relocate from his cabin to sanji's because the walls are really not that thick and he was next door - "i can hear them-" ussop sniffled, standing at sanji's doorstep, "omg i can hear luffy-" "ussop, you have to learn to face the horrors of the world." sanji spoke firmly, although his expression betrayed the confidence in his voice - actually they both just cried and ate the secret stash of ice-cream sanji had saved up - you and luffy need to pay for their therapy now im afraid 😃
zoro's part <3 sanji's part <3
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magicalbats · 3 months ago
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Kinktober 2024 Day 5: Xiao x Reader
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Rating: R-18+
Word Count: 5839
Warnings: afab!reader, Traveler reader, rough sex, feral, biting/marking, outdoors, piv, creampie, cum eating, cunnilingus
A/N: There's nothing in canon that says Xiao's karmic debt can't be soothed with pussy so ...
Shrieking a shrill cry of defeat, the small band of Hilichurls turn tail and make a hasty break for it away from the nearby road, heading further out into the reclusive safety of Liyue’s wet marshlands. You watch them go to make sure they won’t try to regroup and come after you again before slowly relaxing out of your fighting stance. Well, that took care of that. 
Straightening up, you sheathe your sword at your hip and breathe out a terse sigh. They were getting far too close to Wangshu Inn, the silhouette of the impressive monument looming up out the faint mist in the near distance. You could see it clearly from where you were standing which meant the  Hilichurls in this area were starting to get braver. 
But the road here was much too busy with an endless procession of traveling merchants and people making their way to or from Mondstadt for them to be left to their own devices for very long. They’d probably come back eventually, driven by hunger and the promise of easy targets, and they might even bring reinforcements with them the next time when you weren’t here to deal with the problem. You should tell Xiao about this. 
Your heart gives a dull throb inside your chest at the thought of the elusive Yaksha and you catch yourself starting to anxiously fiddle with the grip of your blade. It seemed that every time you were lucky enough to encounter him you walked away from it with a stronger sense of connection than before and it was starting to get a little embarrassing. Good thing you’d left Paimon back at the inn to await your return while you ran an errand for Verr Goldet, so at least she wouldn’t be here to witness your steady descent into lovesickness. You’d never hear the end of it if she ever caught you making puppy eyes at him. 
Feeling unusually self conscious, you walk across the grassy, sloping hill to step into the shade of a small copse of trees and underbrush where you could call upon him in relative privacy. You were sure he’d appreciate that too, though you didn’t doubt he would heed your summons no matter where you were when you uttered his name. He’d already shown you multiple times now that he was always listening and that the unnamed bond between you two reached much farther than any mere stretch of land could hope to impede no matter its distance. 
So you stand there under the rustling canopy of close cropped trees, feeling the wind in your hair as you draw a deep breath to ground yourself. It wasn’t that the thought of seeing him made you nervous, per say, but the flutter of butterflies in your stomach was undeniable. You wanted to make sure you were ready. 
Or as ready as you could be, anyway. 
“Xiao, are you there?” 
A single heartbeat passes before you feel the displacement in the air, the faint stirring of energy that momentarily spikes before receding back to nothing again. It seems to make the wind pick up just enough to tease at your hair a little more briskly than before but that too quickly settles back down. All at once you can feel his presence standing behind you and you turn to greet him with a smile only to come up short when you abruptly stop dead in your tracks. 
Something wasn’t right. 
You innately understand that as soon as you set eyes on him and the once silly, romantic notions that had set you abuzz promptly morph into chilly uncertainty. His posture is stiff and visibly locked, as if he were physically holding himself in check, and the fact he does not look at you only further solidifies that impression. Rather he keeps his head down, attention focused on the ground while a faint shudder works through his slight frame. 
Your pulse immediately starts to gallop out of control. What was going on here? 
“Traveler.” He grits out with no shortage of effort, and you quickly take an impulsive step towards him. 
“Xiao? Are you alright?” 
“Don’t!” 
Jolting to a sudden halt with your hand half of the way up to reach for him, you just stare at Xiao in wide eyed disbelief. You’d never seen him like this, had certainly never heard him raise his voice to snap at anyone quite like that before, and the fact he’d directed it at you? It almost breaks your heart. 
“I’m sorry.” You relent, keeping your voice soft and even so as not to spook him any more than you evidently already had. “I’m just worried about you, that’s all. I didn’t mean to overstep. Can you tell me what’s wrong?” 
He viciously seethes through his gnashing teeth, narrow shoulders hunching slightly with the apparent effort of keeping himself upright. You can see the vague tremble in his legs from where you’re stood watching him, as if they were threatening to give out under his weight at any moment, and you start to wonder if he was hurt. But try as you might, your frantically searching gaze can’t spot the tall tell signs of any wounds on him. No blood, either. Not even a smudge of dirt on his perfectly clean white shirt. 
Groaning a tortured sound, Xiao abruptly pulls in on himself and hunches forward as his hand comes up to cup his face. It looks like he’s about to either violently regurgitate everything in his stomach or pass out, possibly even both, and you almost steel your resolve to close the distance regardless of what he had to say about it. But then he finally manages to speak again. 
“I’m sorry. I didn’t want you to see me like this … the karmic debt — nghn! It’s acting up again, Traveler. I don’t know why. It was slowly getting better recently but now …” 
Understanding washes over you and eases some of the anxiety riddled concern that grips you in a chokehold. You only knew a very small amount of the symptomatic pain Xiao had to live with as a result of his long life spent accumulating the karma of those he felled with his jade cut spear, but you were at least knowledgeable enough to grasp what was happening. Just an agonizing flare up, that’s all. It was much preferable to him being injured and you unable to help him when he didn’t want you getting any closer. This, at least, you should be able to handle. 
“It’s alright, Xiao. Please don’t apologize for something you have no control over. I’m not going to hold it against you or let this change how I feel about you. You don’t need to worry about me.” 
“But - -!” Snarling, he gives his head an aggressive shake as if to clear it of some great fog. “I’m dangerous like this, Traveler! I — I should go. You’re not safe as long as I’m here.” 
“That’s not true.” You insist, gentle yet firm as you take a slow, cautious step forward. For better or worse he seems to be a bit too caught up in the attack plaguing his body and he doesn’t appear to notice, so you make careful work of creeping closer to him one pace at a time. “I trust you, Xiao. I always have and I always will. Please don’t go. I’d like to help you, if you’ll let me.” 
“Help? How do you expect to help someone like me?” The Yaksha croaks an awful sound as he yanks his hand away and snaps his head up to bark at you. “This is my punishment! I don’t deserve your - -“
He cuts off with a sudden jerk, eyes going big and round when you slide your hands up to cup his cheeks between your palms. The two of you are almost perfectly level with one another, allowing you to unhesitatingly meet his gaze straight on and show him that you weren’t afraid. 
“That’s not true and you know it. Or at least, I hope you do?” 
Inquisitively tipping your head, you watch him rapidly search your face with quick, jerky eye movements — for what, you do not know — before hesitantly trying to shirk away. You hold fast though, squishing his soft cheeks to keep him in place. No way were you going to let him escape that easily. 
“I’m sorry I called for you at such a bad time but please stay. I know it’s hard, and I can tell you’d rather isolate yourself right now,” You try again, hoping the sincerity of your pleas will get through to him. “At least let me try to help you through it though. I’ll do whatever you need me to, Xiao. Just tell me how to make this better.” 
His mouth warbles open as if to speak again but nothing comes out. He just stares at you like he can’t quite believe you’re real, standing before him with your hands gently cradling his face. But this close proximity allows you to see exactly how much this is affecting him, from the visible tension that makes the skin around his eyes look taut and waxy, to the tortured line of his brows. He’s covered in a fine sheet of sweat, too. 
If you didn’t know any better you’d think Xiao was actually sick and you have to remind yourself that this was not something a doctor could cure. What ailed him wasn’t the sort of illness that would respond to medicines infused in herbal teas or even that of tightly packed pills, but rather it was something that likely only resided in his heart and on his soul. There was no miracle elixir for this sort of pain. 
Shuddering fiercely, Xiao at last brings himself to stir out of his trance-like state and he weakly tips forward with a halting motion. You realize his mouth is slowly angling towards yours in a far off, dreamy sort of way but his gaze never so much as falters from your eyes while he does it. His haunted stare reads of desperate longing and unimaginable pain in equal parts, and you can’t quite bring yourself to show your surprise when he was looking at you like that. 
All you can do is accept the featherlight kiss he hesitantly places on your mouth even when your heart jackhammers up into your throat. He reminded you a bit too much of a skittish animal in that moment, something wounded and perhaps even a little scared, and that stops you from giving it a bigger reaction than the simple brush of your lips when you kiss him back. You were glad to accept him, all of him, both the good and the bad. The gentle side of him that you were most accustomed to seeing as well as the merciless avenger that stalks through the shadows of Liyue’s nights, and you were determined to show him that.
And he seems to understand what you’re trying to convey to him because he hisses a faltering groan into the scant space between you two. His lips tremble slightly when they work over yours as if he were trying to speak again but still nothing comes out. Encouragingly, you slide your hands down off his cheeks and reach back to pull Xiao further against you, hoping your welcoming body language might be enough to soothe some of the anguish he was enduring. 
He stumbles into you with the motion, slight though it had been, and his stiffly poised hands come up to grab onto your waist, squeezing you hard enough to bruise. You don’t give this a reaction either, merely wincing at the pain while you hold him tight and murmur gentle nothings against his ear. Issuing a low, rumbling growl in response, Xiao digs his fingers into the soft give of your middle and leans his weight further into you until you have no choice but to stumble back a step. 
“Traveler … you don’t understand how — nghn, how dangerous this is. I could hurt you.” 
“But you won’t. I know you won’t, Xiao.” 
Another rumbling snarl rises in his chest, bleeding into you where you’re pressed right up against him to set your nerves vibrating. You aren’t sure what to make of it or how to convince him that you could handle whatever he threw at you if he’d just allow himself to let go instead of holding onto it so tightly. 
But then he suddenly drags his shaking hands lower to latch onto your hips and he lifts you so abruptly you can’t quite stop the gasp that rattles out of you. Your feet barely have enough time to leave the ground before he’s stumbling forward to shove you back into the sturdy trunk of a tree, the rough bark scratching and digging into your spine. You barely even notice it though as he presses himself flush to you and settles his hips between your legs to pin you there. 
Panting even harder than before, Xiao turns his face and hurriedly finds your lips to kiss you again, except this time it’s much less hesitant. There’s a voracious hunger in him now that he seems to think can be sated if he just feasts from your mouth enough. You aren’t so sure that’s true or that it will fix anything, but you don’t hesitate to throw your arms around his neck as you kiss him back with abandon. If this had even an infinitesimally small chance of easing some of the pain he was forced to suffer you were happy to do it. 
Responding with a haggard sound of relief, Xiao fully sinks into you until your back starts to ache in protest where it’s forced to bend against the contours of the tree. It didn’t exactly bode well for how the rest of this encounter was going to play out if you were already getting banged up this much, but you pay it little mind in the heat of the moment. You’d figure out how to explain all the scrapes and bruises you were sure to walk away from this with later. For now you just focus on the frantic push and pull of his mouth, and the groping squeezes he gives your hips while your own excitement steadily builds, meeting him head on. 
It takes you a prolonged moment to realize he’s trying to hike your dress up, fumbling with the material as if he wasn’t quite sure if he should be doing that or not. One moment his fingers are impatiently tugging at it to get the skirt out of the way and the next he’s roughly smoothing it back down to clutch it in a death grip instead. You quickly grow tired of his polite indecision though and, still kissing him, you reach down to squeeze a hand between your body’s. 
Blindly snagging at the fabric, you yank it up in a single motion and rip one side of it right out of his grip. With nowhere else to go now, his palm possessively curls around your bare waist to give it a tight, pinching squeeze that makes you start to feel lightheaded. Groaning softly against his lips, you struggle to pull back so you can knock your head against the tree, panting up at the dancing leaves overhead. 
“Xiao - -!” 
“I’m sorry.” He rushes to say even as his mouth descends upon the vulnerable line of your throat to kiss and nip at the skin there. “I’m sorry, Traveler. I shouldn’t — be doing this.” 
You take a breath to tell him that was a ridiculous and unnecessary thing to say, but before you can get the words out the hand not currently pulling on your bloomers flies up to grab at your top. One good yank is all it takes for one side of the bodice to come down, spilling your breast out into the open, and you choke on a haggard sound of pleasure. 
The nipple was already tentatively pebbled with excitement but it just stiffens into an even tighter bud when it hits the cool air full on. And Xiao barely even gives you enough time to register that sensation before he curls himself down over your chest so he can catch that straining peak in his mouth. No warning, no questions asked. You just suddenly feel a quick, sharp suck at the tit and you shudder fiercely as you writhe back against the tree. 
Ever conscious of the fact that this was happening outside where someone could happen upon the scene at any given moment when you were only just concealed within the copse, you turn your head to look back at the road. You can see it clearly from where you were standing but you hoped anyone who might happen to pass by wouldn’t be able to see through the tightly cloistered branches, at least not enough to tell what was happening. 
But you trusted Xiao even in this state to be aware of any approaching interlopers, and you quickly turn your attention back around to him. His svelte frame continues to tremble and heave against yours even while he’s burying his face in your chest, as if the roiling pangs of agony were still gripping him tight, but now that he had something else to focus on it seemed to be a little bit more bearable for him. You were exceedingly grateful for that, seething softly through your teeth when you reach down to tenderly cradle his head against your breast. 
“Don’t hold back, Xiao. It’s okay. I’m here for you, I promise. Just let it out.” 
Issuing a vibrating growl around your nipple, he gives his head a brief shake and shoves his mouth deeper into the plushy give. He harmlessly gums at your teat for a brief moment but then his teeth come down around the areola in a quick bite, sinking into the flesh to draw it towards the back of his throat, and you let out a startled yelp. It does more to excite you than deter you though, and you fitfully squirm in place where he’s got you pinned against the unmoving trunk while he works to suckle your breast to straining sensitivity. 
The building tension in your loins steadily mounts with his ministrations until you finally can’t take it anymore, reaching up to tug the other half of your dress down. Your neglected tit hits the air with the same rush of sensation as the first, making you squeeze your thighs together in a blithe attempt to lessen some of the sticky discomfort there. 
Luckily Xiao isn’t so far gone not to notice though, and he finally pulls off your now aching, spit coated teat so he can redirect his mouth to the other. A sudden ‘oh!’ bursts out of you when he latches on, nipping at the fleshy bud, and you slowly tip your chin down to look at your chest. You’re immediately wracked by a sharp tremor when you see how puffy and flushed the abandoned nipple has become, the lingering indent from his teeth still marring the skin. 
Gods, he was going to have you all marked up by the time he was finished. 
But that thought doesn’t alarm you half as much as it probably should, and you groan softly into the static charged air as you needily grind your cunt against the front of his pants. The rigid bulge there is unmistakable when it twitches against you, straining out as if with a mind of its own to seek the entrance of your body. 
That seems to be what finally makes him stir from your breast, and he slowly lets the swollen bud slip past his lips as he pulls back to look at you. Neither of you says a word while you stand there, panting heavily against one another, but the message is still heard loud and clear. 
All at once both of you are moving, and Xiao roughly spins you around to face the tree as you fumble to get your dress pulled up around your waist. He only stops long enough to yank your bloomers down around your knees and then he’s grabbing hold of your hips so he can pull you back against him, shoving his cock up against your cunt from behind. You let out a frazzled, eager moan at the pressure, mindlessly pushing back on him to drag your pussy across his pants and the stiff outline of him within while he hurriedly fumbles with the sash around his waist.  
The noisy clatter of various accouterments falling to the ground sounds deafening in your ringing ears and it’s quickly followed by your sword when he rips it off you to toss it aside. Both of you are in such a rush that you’re only vaguely aware of him slipping a hand between you to free himself and then he’s suddenly pushing into you with his cock. Your body initially tries to fight it, not quite fully prepped for the spear of his unrelentingly hard length, but Xiao just leans his weight into your back to aid the process. 
And he fully slides into you with a sharp little snap of his narrow hips, forcing your inner sleeve to accept him in a sudden rush of fleshy traction. You jolt at the abrupt glide of him into your body, the blinding starburst of friction that comes with it, eyes rolling back as you outright groan in pleasure. 
Either spurred on by the sound or too lost in the hazy relief that comes with having your hot, wet guts squeezing him tight, Xiao doesn’t even give you a moment to adjust. He’s just immediately driving into you, slamming in and out to make your ass clap against the flat planes of his pelvis, and the force of it pushes you forward to lean heavily against the tree. 
Gripping the rough bark hard enough to make your fingers hurt, you blearily glance down to watch your tits heavily bounce with each and every thrust of his cock while it carves out a space within you deep inside your cunt. It’s an almost obscene sight, especially when the nipples were so fat and puffy after the attention he’d shown them with his mouth, but it’s also indescribably arousing in that moment. 
You clench around him, struggling to keep your voice down when he was threatening to knock loose a myriad of delighted wails and screams. Viciously seething in response, Xiao locks his arms around your middle to hold you tight against him as he curls his chin over your shoulder, growling a faint sound of pleasure against your cheek. 
“T - Traveler …!” 
“It’s okay, Xiao. Nghnn! Just, ahhn … let it all out. I - I’ve got you!” 
That didn’t seem entirely accurate when you were completely at his mercy like this, but he rumbles a soft groan anyway as he nuzzles his nose against your wildly pounding pulse. It’s only when his quick paced, pistoning thrusts seem to knock something loose within you, making your cunt positively flood and your knees threaten to buckle, do you realize how animalistic this really is. It was like he’d completely detached from his higher functioning mind and now the only thing he could focus on was the need to fuck you, claim you, possibly even breed you. It was hard not to feel a little in over your head in that sense but he felt far too good slamming into your squelching cunt for you to second guess any of it. 
You were going to cum soon if he kept it up for much longer and that alone was more than enough incentive for you to disregard that this was perhaps not an ideal situation to be in. 
“Ohh! God!” Sensitively wheezing, you drop your head between your outstretched arms to watch your tits bounce and observe the wide, somewhat awkward spread of your legs. 
Xiao was forcing you up onto the tips of your toes with the sheer power behind his thrusts, and you had no way of escaping it even if you’d wanted to when he had you locked against the front of him like this. He was mindless with it, a wild, growling beast that showed no signs of reaching his limit anytime soon. 
But then you hear it. The soft whiny of a horse not very far off in the distance, and your attention snaps up with a jolt. Craning your neck around, you can just make out a small procession of merchant carts pulled by stock horses coming up on the road and your entire body seizes at the threat of being noticed by them. Xiao groans heavily at the new tension running through you but he doesn’t stop. It’s as if he can’t, and you squeak a nervous little sound as you reach back to smack at his hunching shoulder. 
You’d hoped to get his attention but he just snarls a bestial sound before sliding his arm up and across your neck to lock you in place. The following rush of movement that happens is such a blur you can barely process it. All you know is that he bodily yanks you back from the tree and twists, half lifting you so he can then drop you down onto the ground. 
Hitting the grass with an undignified ‘oof!’, you don’t even get a chance to protest what he’s doing before Xiao is on top of you, planting himself across your back. Keeping his forearm wrapped around your throat, not tight enough to choke you but just to keep you prone and still, he quickly finds the necessary position so he can push inside you again and he does so with a vigorous snap of his hips. The sudden, forceful stretch of your cunt brings you up on your hands with a harried gasp but he’s quick to slide his other hand around to cover your mouth. 
Full on wailing into his gloved palm when he starts to pound into you again, you disorientedly force your gaze to look out through the entanglement of underbrush and branches to glance at the road again. It’s only a small window which makes it hard to see, but you can just make out the passing merchants. That they seem totally oblivious to your presence in the trees only comes as a small relief when Xiao was wildly pounding you into the dirt only some few paces away and the slightest slip of your voice could have alerted them. The chance of discovery was much too great, especially when the vigorous plap, plap, plap, plap of his lower stomach smacking into your upturned ass sounded so incredibly loud. 
But it’s like he either doesn’t notice or he simply doesn’t care, and he fiercely hunches over you in a possessive gesture while he fucks you silly. Valiantly squirming under his slight weight, you desperately dig your nails into the ground until you feel the dirt and grass start to come up under them. It was hard to breathe with his hand over your mouth but there was nothing you could do about it except take it. 
And he snarls over you the whole time while he bites at your exposed shoulders to leave you covered in marks that you weren’t sure how to explain to Paimon later. Even the soaring rush of endorphins pumping through your system isn’t enough to fully ease your mind, and you wince every time he takes another nip at you. This would look really bad if you were caught now, when he looked like an insatiable maniac heaving on top of you like this. 
And yet by some stroke of luck the small party of merchants passes by your little hiding spot seemingly unaware of what was taking place just off the road. It takes them a long stretch of minutes to fully come and go, but at last Xiao finally lets up his hold on your face so you can suck in a much needed, faltering breath of fresh air. You feel dizzy with it, swaying unsteadily there on the ground as he gingerly untangles himself from you so he can push up to hover over your prone form. 
The fact that he still doesn’t cease his constant thrusting into your wetly clicking cunt makes you groan a deeply frazzled sound against the grass, struggling to keep your head on straight. It felt like you were right on the edge of oblivion, so close to cumming you could practically taste it on the back of your tongue, but it had quickly receded like low tide at the first sight of those traveling merchants. 
Now that the danger has passed, though, it seems to roar back to life with a vengeance, and you squeal a delirious sound when Xiao hooks his fingers in the bend of your elbow so he can yank it back behind you. He quickly repeats the process on the other side, using a potent combination of his sheer strength and the firm pressure of his cock where it’s wedged deep inside you to pull your upper body off the ground. 
Tits swaying heavily from the top of your dress, you have no choice but to get your knees braced underneath you to accommodate the new position he pulls you into, feeling your bloomers stretch out between your ankles. And he immediately picks right back up where he’d left off, mercilessly snapping his hips to drive his length in and out of you again. It sends you lurching in his hold, mewling a high strung sound of ecstasy into the air while he uses his hold to yank you back against him. It felt like he was going to break you in half like this. 
“Sssh - Xiao! Ohh! I - I’m getting close … don’t stop!” 
The only response you get from him is a vicious, throaty growl, his fingers tightening around your elbows. You’re sure you’ll find splotchy bruises blooming there later, but you hardly care about that right now. It was almost impossible to be concerned about anything at all when your cunt was gradually tightening around him, the thrumming tension in your body giving way to a warning tremor so fierce it would have bowled you over if he hadn’t been keeping you upright. 
And then he abruptly yanks you further back, forcing your spine into an even more dramatic arch as you're made to straighten up. The shift makes your breasts bounce even harder, and you’re keenly aware of how stiff and aching the nipples are as they cut through the air. The internal pressure doubles and then triples alarmingly fast, almost making you feel sick with it when your orgasm starts to bear down on you. 
But you hang there in the balance, precariously toeing the edge in a blinding surge of cramping muscles and vibrating nerves until Xiao suddenly sinks his teeth into your shoulder. That sharp burst of pain sends you careening over the edge and you jerk against his hold, wailing up at the sky as you shake and judder through your release. You hear him seethe right next to your ear, the sound muffled by your flesh where he’s still got his teeth in you, but there’s no mistaking the tense recoil that works through him only a second later. 
All at once your squeezing cunt is flooded with hot, sticky warmth that seems to seep deep into your very bones. You’re vaguely aware of his cock flexing inside you, painting your guts creamy and white, but you’re a little too far gone in your own pleasure to worry about that right now. The crashing waves of fast pumping ecstasy just keep slamming into you, again and again to pull his thick spend even further into your body until your eyes start to roll back in doped out bliss. 
When you finally start to come down from it with a stretched thin, warbling moan another moment later you find him hunched right up against you while he tenderly licks at the fresh bite mark on your shoulder. Whether to clean or to soothe, you’re not sure which, but you lean back into him with a deeply gratified sigh all the same. 
“Do you feel any better now?” You whisper into the heavy silence as you kneel there in the dirt with him, feeling the sticky ooze of his load slowly dribbling out of you. You’d have to clean up soon, and probably find someone who could sell you a contraceptive herb but … for right now you were content just to stay there with him like that. 
“I am. Thank you, Traveler.” He murmurs, lips brushing against your skin when he speaks. Placing his mouth on the pulsing wound he’d left you with, Xiao gently kisses it as if in apology before speaking again in a cautiously slow tone. “I probably shouldn’t have done that.”
“Which part?” 
“All of it, but … but especially this.” Sighing a terse breath, he slides his hand down your front to dip between your legs and run a finger through your sticky slit. You can tell just as he can by the consistency alone that it’s not merely your own arousal coating you, and you grimace at the sensation. 
“Probably not, but what’s done is already done. Don’t worry, Xiao. I’ll take care of it.” 
You start to pull away from him but he holds you fast, arms tightening around you to keep you in place. “That doesn’t seem fair to you though. Can I at least help you? Like you helped me.”
Turning your head, you pin him with a playfully rueful look. “And how do you think you can do that?” 
Momentarily dropping his gaze, Xiao seems to think about that for a moment before slowly untangling his limbs from yours so he can ease back on his haunches. You're just curious enough to find out what he’s thinking that you let him get you turned around and seated on the grass, watching him carefully while he tugs your bloomers the rest of the way off. 
Golden eyes briefly lift to regard you for a moment and then he’s leaning down to bend over your cunt, mouth falling open while he does it to let his tongue unfurl. And as he takes a first hungry swipe through your cunt, licking up a sticky glob of his own spend where it was beading along the crease of your body, you find that you really don’t have the heart to tell him that that wasn’t going to suffice. 
Instead you tip your head back with a low, softly faltering moan and jut your pussy out to better offer it up to his mouth. You’d get this sorted out in due time but you were keen to enjoy it for just a little bit longer first.
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a-dauntless-daffodil · 8 months ago
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hmm vaggie name origin idea (au?) with twist of chaggie
where she (as per Adam later) was always in the front of the Exorcist charge, specifically always volunteering for Advance Guard duty (vanguard)
which no one else wanted bc (in this au) it meant being first out of the portal sure- but also having to check the area and secure it (in case any powerful overlord or such got an idea to try anything with an open portal to HEAVEN) and then it meant STAYING PUT until all the other Exorcists were out (the 'guard' part) when the portal could be shut until return time
(PAUSE.... can u imagine, if Sera wanted to wash her hands of the exorcists after the truth about them came out, her sending them and lute on one last extermination mission... and then just... not giving them a way to come back?)
(where was i)
NO WAIT RIGHT so vaggie (currently unnamed exorcist number whatever) she likes things neat, tidy, things done Right, and when other exorcists get pressed into vanguard duty they are LAX AS FUCK ABOUT IT and vaggie can't STAND THAT
Sooooo she ends up volunteering to be the vanguard every time- (to the point that she answers to the title even outside of training or extermination day)
which her sisters think is great for the rest of them buuuuut maybe a sign she's avoiding fighting, looking for an excuse to be late to the extermination, an excuse for lower numbers of kills, maybe a clue she's too weak stomached to stand being in hell
(reason THEY all hate van duty) (NONE of them want to look like they're avoiding aNYTHING)
(vanguard... first.... one.... wings?)
(maybe in this au, the one stripe on her wings is the vanguard's mark)
so they tease her for that- use the word for her all the time now, "hey vanguard!" shouted casually during breaks- shorten it to "Vag" (while laughing)
until vaggie (still technically unnamed exorcist number whatever) answers by settling into training with her sisters and being Efficient As Fuck with her kills once she follows them down to the city- no waste. No second hits. No time spent gloating or tormenting- One strike, one dead sinner. Over and over and over again
she starts coming back with record bodycounts while STILL volenteering to babysit the portal, and now vanguard isn't a shit role and sign of cowardice, it's a flex
(or that's how her sisters see it anyway)
a way of saying "i can kill more in less time that you can, even when you get a head start" and at THAT point they're laughing WITH her ABOUT her body count,
now it's "Vaggie" bc its a nickname, only to her it's also just her NAME and her sisters are proud of her for it-
so naturally they point her out to Adam. hype her up, show her off- look at this-! the new girl is one of the best we've ever had- and he's stoked at her numbers
(Lute, expressionless, less stoked seeing another exorcist getting so much attention and getting so close to- or beating- her own records- Lute the reason Adam didn't hear about this before, devoted to her role as Adam's second in command and watching with sharp eyes as someone else gets singled out and praised instead-)
Adam, wondering out loud what Vaggie's name is as he looks her over.
Vaggie going to answer "Sir, my name is-" getting casually cut off "Ah-bup-bup! I'm thinking of one, chill for a sec."
bc of course Adam loves leaving his mark on stuff
and she's one of HIS girls after all
she stands at attention while he gives her a new name "VAGINA! After the BEST THING EVER since that's what you are, huh girl? Best sinner slayer we've EVER had, WOOO!" (Lute, not joining in the woo-hoos) and Vaggie's sisters cheer and shove her, grinning,
only they stop calling her "Vaggie" except on extermination day-
but to herself, Vagina isn't her name.
It's just a stamp of approval from her commanding officers. Inside, she never stops being Vaggie. The Vanguard. First one out the gate, keeping an eye on things, making sure it goes smoothly for her sisters
(the mixed feelings of feeling the most like herself on extermination day, finally getting to hear her name again- and the frustration of watching her sisters treat their duty like some game)
(but they taught her and trained with her and cheered for her, and so she'll finish off the sinners they maim and if her mask feels suffocating sometimes and never grins the way her sisters' do as they cull the sinful hoards of hell, well, she'll just take it off and take a breath and get back to killing, she'll remember how they also smile and salute while flying past her on the way home afterwards- proud of her, proud of her)
Vaggie is the exorcist who made THEM, not Adam, proud
(up until she isn't one of them anymore) (but she was once)
she was and always will HAVE been that, the women who wanted to make sure her sisters and heaven were both safe well guarded from harm-
that's the same woman who couldn't kill a child
and who fell in love with demon with a heart kinder than any angel's
it's Vaggie that Charlie meets, not any girl of Adam's.
maybe also it's Charlie who someday hears, in quiet voice years later, in a rebuilt hotel watching cannibals clean up the last of their dead exorcist meals-
maybe she hears Vaggie whisper how she never let herself hope but still also always stupidly wished, deep down, that she could be the vanguard to her former sisters again-
the first one of them to turn on heaven, the one to clear the way and get things ready so the rest could someday follow...
....and maybe Charlie hugs her, hearing this, as they watch the blood of Vaggie's dead sisters getting dabbed delicately away like golden pasta sauce as the cannibals finish dinner-
maybe Charlie hugs her harder and closer knowing what it's like to still care about people who aren't good... and then to have have your heart ripped out watching them die, on heaven's command, nothing you can do to stop it, them just gone forever right before your eyes-
before you ever got your chance to help them. to save them
(Charlie would promise that they'll try anyway)
(and sure "those angels minds are hard to change", she knows how true that is now.... but....as far as she's concerned....)
(Vaggie being there with her is more than enough hope for anyone)
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redflagshipwriter · 3 months ago
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Halfa Cass 11 pt 1
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They had a teensy bit of a war council about the new problem when Danny came back from work.
“On the bright side, they did send someone to take away Brick,” Danny said optimistically. He tried, anyway. He had a grim and depressing certainty that he was going to have to do something drastic and violent to solve this problem. That sucked. It sucked so hard. He looked at his knees. “But. Yeah. They probably will come after you to make me make some dumb ugly guns or whatever.”
“Okay,” Jazz said calmingly, “Every problem has solutions, Danny.” 
…He scrunched up his face. He didn’t outright argue but he didn’t really see a great solution off hand.
Jazz’s big brain was clearly churning through the angles. She went quiet for a while, and then broke the silence in a thoughtful tone. “We could theoretically just kill the mob. All of them.” She looked up at the water stained ceiling and mouthed something that might be calculations. How many mob members she thought there might be? A plan to do this?
Danny blinked at her from his perch on the kitchen counter, hunched under the cupboard in a way that made him feel secure. “I thought this was going to go the other way. Like, with you telling me not to overreact.” He watched his big sister with a sort of horrified fascination.
Jazz waved that away with a hand. “I am not starting over again. I’m halfway through with my Gen Eds.” The dark smudges under her eyes looked even deeper in the shitty artificial lighting of their apartment. “The problem with that is that I only make about 1200 a month, and at that rate, we will never get you your identification.” She scowled and dug her fingers onto the tabletop as if she was going to squeeze cooperation out of it by force. “We sort of need that income source to get you into university on time. It’s important for your social development to get you back around your age mates sooner rather than later.”
He raised a hand like he had a question in class. “I thought the problem with that was going to be that murder is bad,” Danny said hesitantly. He was used to Jazz being the voice of morality. Were they doing something different now?
“The worst thing that happens to them is that they have to live near Skulker,” Jazz said waspishly. “Anyway, it’s on them for trying to make you build weapons. They’re the rude ones. They don’t get to throw off my twenty year plan.”
…Danny pinched his lips together to avoid the petty correction that they wouldn’t be living near Skulker, per se. Fair enough. The whole life or death thing did feel a bit less serious when you hung out with lots of dead people and they were just, like, people. Murder was, like, a conversation from a meat existence to a goo existence. It wasn’t nice, but it also wasn’t nice to threaten people’s sisters. 
“Speaking of, I need to get to work so that I have my perfect attendance record for a good recommendation for the next job.” Jazz scrubbed at her face with the back of a hand and then dragged it down, squishing her cheek. “Do you want me to bring back breakfast?”
Yes.
“No,” Danny lied. He shimmied down off the counter and into his shoes. “I’ll walk you there. I’m sick of being inside. Maybe I’ll pick up groceries.”
Jazz snorted and rolled her eyes, but she grabbed her bag without making fun of him. He walked with her down cold, filthy sidewalks and waved goodbye on the street across from her building. Danny pretended not to worry. She did him the favor of not pointing out that he was definitely going to come back at 4:30 am to walk her home. 
Danny locked the door when he got back in, but he felt kinda dumb about it. 
If this mob or gang or whatever (was there a difference?) knew where he lived and wanted in, the door was not going to keep them out. Maybe he should just leave it unlocked so that they didn’t bust it open and break the lock, actually. A lock was what, 40 bucks? He didn’t want to have to replace that.
He went back and unlocked it on that basis. Then he screwed up his face to think.
…There wasn’t really a reason for them to come. He hadn’t made them mad yet. It would be different once they came back and he said he really wasn’t going to make them any weapons. 
Danny locked it anyway and then set a timer for 4 in the morning. It was early for him to turn in but he grabbed the pillow off of the shelf and put it back on the sofa anyways. Hopefully he’d get to sleep like, right away.
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jinkiezzsstuff · 9 months ago
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TYSM FOR THE LADY GAGA FIC!!!!
I have another song fic request...
Alastor (or anyone else really lmao) has to find reader in order to patch up like a deal or smth idk and he finds them in this jazz club thing performing on the stage to 'Noel's lament' from 'ride the cyclone'? Like she's draped across a piano singing abt when she was living she was nobody but in her dreams she was this absolute femme fatale and alastor just watches her from the back of the crowd??
So niche but I was thinking abt it all night
Lots of love 🤍
i actually loveeee this song eeeee i’m so happy to do this, and i am so glad you liked the last one it means so much to me teehee sorry this took awhile i’ve been busier lately but i hope you enjoyed this, maybe i’ll do a part two but if i do it may be real delayed until i clear my plate lol!
song referenced; noel’s lament
warnings: implied to be succubus reader but their not really to standards of succubus, i don’t believe there are feminine pronouns here but there are certain feminine things (dress wearing, feminine terms like suductresd etc), no psychical descriptions of reader as per usual, minor gore and death, reader is sneaky and slipper, alastor is weird about love as he should king, but he still feels emotion, possible cringe parts idk it’s a songfic and sometimes they can be 50/50. LMK if i missed any!
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You had a debt to pay, you had to have known this. Alastors mind reeled as he toyed with the pen in his hand, occasionally scribbling nonsense down as he thought. You were always quite the slippery sinner, never being tied down to one place in the pentagram, but this was just ridiculous. Since he’d been back, and warmed up to the hotel, he’d been searching for you, but no sign. No demon has said a word about you either had he still been in touch with Vox he may have had you found by now.
You weren’t dead, and that’s as much as he knew; he would’ve felt your souls absence if you’d died, the fickle fun of making such contracts. There was little he knew about you personally, he new superficial things but nothing that would give him a clue on where you’d hide, a silly mistake on his part. He knew Mimzy would be were the cash or party was, Husk wherever there was a gamble and Nifty, well, normally she never strayed far anyways. As for other souls they were about the same in simplicity, whether they were murderous or cannibals they always had something keen to them that would lead him to where they were.
Alastor failed that with you, unfortunately he’d found himself a little at loss with you, in more ways than one you boggled his mind. He was used to women and men alike hitting on him or being incredibly provocative, but there was some way you did it that made him speechless. Not like when Angel would hit on him, where Alastor felt that sensation of being caught off guard with disgust and shock. No, on the night you made the deal, you were stalking around the back of his sofa inside his radio tower, your hands caressing his shoulders as you passed, sweetly and mischievously offering a pleasurable favour in return for his help. That was something else, that was unique to you.
He still recalls the memory as if he was still right there on the couch, engulfed in your scent, entranced by your siren-like voice, it made him hot under the collar and tight around the waist. Thankfully Alastor was a gentleman and a businessman and there was no way you were getting out of a soul contract through some silly sexual favours. It was definitely trying to keep his composure as your lidded eyes watched his lips move, but he managed as he always does. The deal was fairly boring on your part- you wanted to be his friend.
Red flags appeared in Alastors mind about the validity of that but shook on it nonetheless, however that was all before he disappeared. He’d not held up his end of the bargain but then again neither did you; you didn’t show when he called on you to the hotel and try as he may, couldn’t seem to summon you the way he could with Husk.
Dropping the pen, Alastor stood from his seat and shadowed into the floor, stalking out the window like a snake. Alastor decided a little stroll couldn’t hurt, after all his mind couldn’t rest and perhaps he could happen upon you out in sin city. Alastor enjoyed his time walking, humming and basking in all the horrors that happened around, however he grew bored fairly quickly, and decided to take a detour into Mimzy’s favourite joint.
Alastor walked in like he owned the place and seated himself at the bar waiting for his dear friend. “Mimzy dear, how’ve you been?” Alastor spoke out excitedly and loudly, catching the attention of his fellow demon who had appeared from the back of the bar. Mimzy squeaked and ran up to Alastor on the other side of the bar, shooing off the other demons trying to pull at her, the trim of her dress flying in all directions as she hopped and scuttled. “Alastor! What brings ya here, big man? Coming for a dance?” His smile was indifferent as she spoke but he was quite pleased to see the doll, someone of routine. He watched the demon plop herself down on the seat beside him, his hand fiddling with the whisky in his cup that he magicked up. “Yes dear, afraid I have quite the slippery soul in my hands.”
With both elbows on the table Mimzy leaned in, an excited smile on her face. Alastors head fell to the side, sighing at her desire for gossip, Alastor pushed up his monocle and explained the situation with you briefly. He probably went into too many details about how you looked, or smelt, or perhaps how he thought of you in his absence because the whole time Mimzy was coy and giggles. “Wow Al, sounds like you’re carryin’ a torch for this gal’,” Mimzy teased, walking her fingers across the table in his direction. Alastor stiffened at that watching her do her silly tease wide eyed. What a juvenile thing to assume, that he had feelings for some sinner. “Mimzy, don't be ridiculous!” Alastor scoffed grin still present as he threw his limp hand her way, head tossed back. “There’s no such thing! Besides she’s nothing more than some sensuous succubus, it’s what those types of demons do. Seduce.”
Crossing her arms Mimzy let out a flat ‘mhm’ clearly not convinced by what was being said. “Well Al, tell ya what! You have my back next time some nasty loan sharks come, and i’ll tell ya where your pretty seductress is.” Alastors nails tapped against the table rhythmically as he silently pondered, it’s not like he’d say no to her, just as she wouldn’t say no to him. Fixing his posture from his more lesuride position, he agreed with a nod, gulping back the last of his liquor.
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This club Alastor stepped into was very reminiscent of a wealthy man’s speakeasy, something that was nestled safely in the depth of the pentagram in an unassuming alley, as if it were hiding from something or someone. It was nostalgic for him, in a sickening way, Alastor didn’t enjoy remembering mortal life as it seemed so detached from him and who he is now. His red eyes danced across the room manically, his static following in suit with every glance he gave. Searching for his little succubus. Low amber lighting, that stuffy smell of smoke in the air, the velvet chairs, surrounding chatter and the piano playing smooth jazz; Alastors body subconsciously relaxed into the familiar environment, as much as he hated his mortal life there were such aspects like this he missed.
He dragged himself inside and sat in a red velvet chair, immediately he slumped onto the table, his elbows on the table, his chin rested on his hand while the other toyed with the fire from the candle, bringing it up, around, and high and low. His eyes dragged over to the stage as the piano rifted into a new tune, the lights in the room dimming and brightening toward the stage. Inwardly, Alastors frustrations imploded making his skin hot and his antlers grow in size; all the light to see you with now focused on the stage for a performance he couldn’t care less about.
Standing to his feet, Alastor gripped his microphone like it was his life line. With a strained smile he began towards the door as the music began, and a voice started introducing themselves and talking about their dreams, however he was too busy being frustrated, and scanning the room for you to fully pay attention to the voice. That was until- “A hooker with a heart of black charcoal.” A breathy voice finally sang out, grabbing the attention of Alastor as he neared the exit. Freezing the static sounds of radio station channels sounded out from him, his eyes widening at the sound of you.
Turning abruptly on his heel, he looked over the crowd of seated heads and at the stage where you were walking on. There was a light focused down on you as you slunk out from behind a curtain furthest from the piano. Straightening his back, Alastor slipped into the shadows and behind a pillar near the bar, just to wait for you of course, to come off. “I write poems to burn by fire light, drink champagne and guzzle gin, good girls call me ‘The Town Bicycle’- don't knock it til you’ve tried my life of sin,” Alastor watched enchanted as you dragged your heels across the stage as you sung, making your way over the piano with seductive grace, something Alastor wasn’t used to being so hooked by.
“Oh, Claude, my pimp knows neva mess with me,” Your voice, once serene and beautiful now, was demonic and harsh, capturing the audience's attention. “Last prick did that faded quick to black,” Like a switch your voice returned to its sweetness, your arms outstretched just slightly, fingers twinkling to emphasise the ‘fade’ you sang of. Alastor couldn’t look away from how you manuerved your body, how your voice carried through the room, and how the lights sparkled against your jewellery. You were a sight for sore eyes as you teasingly brought yourself closer to the piano, that regular soft bedroom look in your eyes. “I have no idea where to find him officers,”
Alastors brow quirked at that, as your hands came up to cup your face with false naïveté. “But if you do, please mention that I’d like to have returned that pretty knife, that I stuck, ten. times. in his, back!” You grit out, sweet façade falling once more making Alastors tail wag, unbeknownst to him. There was something about the way you pulled and pushed the narrative in the song that made him antsy, excited even, and the fact that this was something you stated you dreamed to be, meaning whilst alive you dreamt of killing, of being bad, oh that made Alastors blood rush.. You waltzed around as you continued to sing the lyrics to the chores, Alastors eyes watched closely as you slithered your body effortlessly up onto the piano.
It was like you were made for performing, singing, and he had the brief fantasy of you in his studio singing on air, sat on his lap as you sung through his microphone for the folks of hell to hear, but he pulled himself out of it quickly, scolding himself for indulging in silliness. Now your body was draped across the obsidian piano that shone the reflections of the light, you sat on your hips, legs folded behind you, hands over your heart. “He said ‘I think I am in love with you’- I’ve heard that lie a million times before,” Your posture fell slightly as did your tone, it seemed that there was some truth and sombre in the lyrics you sang, and in a way Alastor felt like he could relate to that; after all what even was love?
It made him feel weak to pity you, to attempt to empathise with your pain, but there was barely any time to think about his thoughts because just as he did, you’d recapture his attention entirely. “Oh, tonight I give into the fantasy,” Your head fell back, sorrow in your tone as your hand caressed your shoulder, pulling down the strap of your dress. “Take love when you can, when you’re a whore.” After a silent moment the chorus picked up, as did you, sliding yourself off the piano and dancing around with a smile. Unfortunately Alastors mind lagged behind, something was just too vulnerable in the way you sang about love, and considering it wasn’t something he often thought about, it peaked his curiosity just slightly.
It wasn’t until the end of the performance when you sung about your death that Alastors attention zeroed back in on you, his eyes catching yours as the song fell out, your head turned in his direction. He watched as your eyes widened and mouth fell slightly ajar before you sang out one last word: a ‘hey’ coincidentally directed toward Alastor. After that the lights on stage shut off instantly, and the crowd applause began.
Alastor watched you be dragged off stage by two larger demons through the darkness, your legs flailing as your arms were restrained, at the sight the purpose of him being here returned. Pushing himself off the pillar he was leant against, he brushed himself off and straightened the crimps in his pants, before picking up his microphone and making his way towards where you’d been dragged. It was a cruddy little backstage area, he’s under the assumption the performers here weren’t treated as kindly as the guests. Throwing the door open he was greeted by the sight of you, the two demons who dragged you off, and some other third one.
You sat on an ottoman in the middle of the room, your entire essence changed as you curled into yourself, your head hung low. Humming, Alastor adjusted his monocle. “Am I interrupting something?” Oh how Alastor loved to play dumb, he watched the third demon, seemingly imp, stand straight anger evident and radiating off of him. “Yeah you really fuckin are red, get outta here now.” The imp barked throwing his hands up in a shooing motion. Your eyes met Alastors, begging silently to stay. “I’m afraid i can’t do that you silly lug,” Alastor tutted joyfully stepping into the room throwing his microphone around like it was a toy. His shadows crawled out from beneath his feet, sneaking up the walls and across the ceilings making the three men anxious. “This little canary happens to me mine, soul and all.” His voice shifted to a more demonic one as the hues in the room shifted.
You sat speechless, watching the mysterious deer defend you after seven long years of being on hold with him. You were surprised he came at such a time, convenient for you. The two muscle demons were quick to puff their chests and step toward Alastor, but before they could properly swing, tentacles emerged from the shadows gripping the torso and hips of the men and pulling them in two. The screams were horrific, and the sounds of squelch and ripping nearly made you yourself sick, however it did the job for the littler imp as he immediately caved. “Oh okay okay, alright buddy, take the siren, no problem take em! Go!” The imp stressed while pulling you from your seat and toward Alastor hurriedly.
You stumbled against his pushing and found yourself falling accidentally into Alastors arms, tripping over your own heel. Alastor caught you without even looking down, arms wrapping instinctively around you as he glared at the imp with a smile. “Oh good, I would have hated to have caused a scene! Ha ha.” Alastor laughed humorously, although he was the only one finding any joy from this as the imp cowered away from the two of you. Pulling you closer to his body, Alastor fell into the ground with you, your body feeling freezing and damp for a moment before normalcy returned.
You didn’t realise you had your hands over your eyes until you felt Alastors hands grip your wrists, and pull your hands away. You blinked up at him before glancing around the room, it was indeed a room, one you’d never seen. “We're at the Hazbin Hotel dear, time for you to see to your deal.” Alastor said calmly, his tone even and his voice soft, his even his static was at a minimum. “Of course,” You say clearing your throat and backing up from his grasp. He didn’t fight against your distance, letting his arms fall and wrap behind his back as they normally would. “Why did you help me back there? I mean you could’ve just poofed us away?” You ask, rubbing the places on your arms where the demons dragged you.
“Why, thats what friends are for my dear! That was our deal, no? To scare off the threats and protect each other?” Alastor coyly hummed, bending slightly at the waist. Looking down slightly you nodded, hands coming up to sit on your waist. Sighing you shook your head, you should’ve known that this would come back to bite you in the ass eventually. “Alright slick, what is it that i’m doing for you?”
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chrystal-ink · 3 months ago
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Shadow x gn reader
Obvious
Based off of this cut song from the musical Dear Evan Hansen. This one goes out to all my people who can never tell weather or not somebody likes them. I feel your pain.
-Enjoy
The cool autumn breeze danced throughout the trail turning the summer heat into a distant memory. The air was fresh and smelled of dead leaves and pine. The park was quiet everyone opting to stay inside and shelter themselves from the cold, every one but you and your friend.
Leaves crunched underneath your boots as you made your way to your destination. You were running late as per usual but you had a good excuse this time, honestly. This past week has been rough on both of you and you both deserved a treat.
It took a while to convince the barista that you were not in fact crazy for ordering coffee beans and boiling water separate. what was his business questioning you anyway, it's not like he's getting paid to care.
Admittedly you thought it was weird at first too but as you got to know him you understood that's just a part of who he is. There were a lot of things that Shadow did that could be considered unorthodox but one of the things you admired most about him is that he didn't seem to care about what other people thought of him. He marched to the beat of his own drum and if others didn't like it that was their problem.
Thoughts of Shadow warmed you as you walked, they were doing a much better job than your coat was at the moment. You cursed yourself for losing your hat and scarf right before the cold hit for the third year in a row. Hopefully your coffee would warm you up but you refused to drink it before meeting up with Shadow, it would be rude to show up late and to enjoy your treat before he even knew about it, besides it wasn't too long until you reached your usual meeting place anyway, you could hold off for a few more minutes.
You and Shadow had been meeting at the same bench every Saturday morning for the past year or so. It started out as a simple coincidence but as you two started running into each other more and more you both grew to expect each other eventually just making plans to meet up at the same place and time every week.
All you would do is walk around the park and talk about anything really, your interests, your life, problems that either of you were facing. There wasn't anything that either of you couldn't discuss with one another. He had opened himself up to you and that wasn't something that you took lightly. You knew about his past, his struggles with his identity, you saw it all and you loved him for it, even the parts of him he couldn't love himself. You wouldn't change a single thing about him for the world. You hoped one day he could see it too.
You had fallen for the dark hedgehog despite his rough edges and tough exterior. There was so much more to him than just that he was sweet, and considerate, and cared so much not just about you but also about his other friends too. None of this he could know of course, you didn't want to risk losing your friendship with him, he was too special to you. You couldn't handle it if he rejected you, and besides it would ruin the best part of your week.
So you were content with how things were, this way you could keep Shadow in your life. You just had to ignore the beating of your heart every time he made eye contact, and not to think too much about your hands brushing together as you walked, and not to fall into ecstasy every time you heard his voice speak your name. It was easy. (You're delusional)
Before you knew it you had reached your destination. Shadow was already there and waiting with his usual pout.
"you're late."
"Yes, but I brought you something, I heard you had a rough week so I brought you your favorite. Ta da!" You presented him with the small bag of roasted coffee beans and the steaming water.
He grinned as he took the items from you the tips of his gloved fingers making contact with yours, thank goodness it was cold out otherwise you would have to come up with a good reason for the deep blush on your face.
"you look cold, did you loose your scarf again?"
"I swear I put it in my closet I really do but when I went to grab it, it was gone, I have no Idea where it disappeared to."
"well lucky for you, I brought a surprise for you too, try not to lose this one too soon." He said teasing you. Holding out a small bag.
Smiling you took the bag and opened it's contents. A beautiful scarf that had been lovingly knitted in your favorite color with silver stars embroidered on the edges and a matching hat to boot.
"Oh Shadow, this is beautiful, thank you so much, I love it!" (And I love you!)
"you're welcome, now put them on before you get too cold. I don't want you getting sick in this weather."
He was so thoughtful.
You quickly wrapped the scarf around your neck it's yarn instantly warming you. You smiled leaning into it's warmth. You then started to put the hat on, a bit of a struggle without a mirror to get your ears through the holes on top.
"here let me help you" Shadow said before taking the hat from your hands, gingerly placing it on your head, and guiding your ears to their rightful destinations. His eyes gleaming in the daylight focused completely on his task thankfully not noticing that you're completely flustered by the closeness. His face inches from your's his lips pressed together, how you longed for their touch. You'd bet they were soft as pillows and as warm as freshly baked cookies.
"there we go all done, how do you feel?" He said snapping you back into reality.
"oh, uh warm, thanks... for the hat and the help."
"Of course, we should get going."
"right, let's go." You said smiling, following him down your usual path.
You two continued on talking about your weeks, your small business had been struggling for a little while and a rough interaction with a client had left you wondering weather or not you should call it quits.
"Don't give up Y/N, I've seen your work, with a talent like your's it would be cruel to the world and yourself to quit." He reassured you. "Don't be afraid of failing, learn from it and keep going."
Shadow had a rough week as well, a mission had gone awry and the aftermath had been catastrophic.
"Nobody was hurt too bad but it never should have happened in the first place, our team should have been more careful. It's times like these that make me wonder if I'm doing this right if I'm protecting the world the way it needs to be, the way she would want me to. I spend all my time trying to bring peace to the world she never got to see, sometimes I wonder if it is even possible."
"You're doing your best Shadow, any one can see that. the world has a lot of problems, it's going to take a long time, and a lot of people to get there. You need to remember to take help when you need it, you're not alone anymore you have Rouge, and Omega, and me. I can't break into secret facilities, and my fighting skills leave something to be desired but I'm always here to lend an ear whatever you need."
Shadow paused for a moment. He turned to you, looked directly in your eyes, and finally spoke.
"Thank you Y/N, I know I don't say things like this very often, but you have been a good friend to me and I rather enjoy your presence. I look forward to our meetings every week and I hope we can continue them for as long as possible."
Your heart fluttered so much so you were worried that he would be able to hear it. From where he stood. His eyes were focused on you looking like embers in a campfire plucking your heartstrings. Keep breathing you had to tell yourself. He's just saying he enjoys your friendship, don't look too much into it.
Smiling and returning the eye contact you finally responded.
"I would very much enjoy that Shado-"
The next thing you knew Shadow was pulling you into a kiss. His lips were tender against yours, the heat from his hot water coffee bean mix seeping from his mouth into your body making you feel as if it were 100 degrees outside, he tasted like coffee and cinnamon the scent of lavender invading your nose.
You were too shocked to kiss back, or even notice that Shadow had slipped his hand into yours.
You pulled back gasping from shock. Trying to rapidly wrap your head around the situation before it was too late.
"I'm sorry." Shadow said loosing his grip on your hand " I thought maybe you... never mind I should g-"
"WAIT!" You shouted tightening your hand around his. You didn't have a plan for what you were going to say but you figured you needed to say something and fast before you lost your chance.
"Don't apologize for doing that, ever. I just wasn't expecting it. I didn't know you felt that way."
"How could you not I thought I was being so obvious. I even asked Amy for advice on what I should do to let you know."
Shadow was in love with you. He had been from the very beginning. All the times you had been dismissing as him as being just a friend he was trying to gain your affection. You weren't delusional, somebody as wonderful as him had feelings for someone like you and you completely missed the signs.
Looking back the signs were so completely obvious, all the small details about your life that he memorized, the small gifts every now and again, the fact that he waited for you every week despite the fact that you were almost always late, hell he was the one who suggested you two meet every week in the first place. The puzzle pieces clicked together all at once.
"You mean this whole time you- you really liked me?" You asked tears of joy forming in your eyes
"Yes, I'll admit it took me a while to realize that I did but I do. I care for you Y/N. I've never felt like this before. No matter what I do I can't seem to get you out of my head, and if you would let me I would like to take you out on a date."
Words could not express how much joy you felt in that moment so instead of answering you simply returned the kiss you pulled away from earlier.
Your lips collided once again and this time you leaned in savoring the kiss you had been craving for so long, leaves fell all around you two as your lips intertwined in a passionate whirlwind. Shadow pulling you into a tight embrace. You two only parting in order to catch your breath.
"So then I'll pick you up tonight for dinner"
"It's a date" you said before pulling him back in for another kiss.
You felt yourself smiling into his lips as he kissed you back the two of you enjoying your private moment . Sharing a kiss with the one person you could talk to about anything. it was better than anything either of you could have ever dreamed of.
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nyctonoxie · 2 months ago
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coffee. — ANAKIN SKYWALKER.
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summary: coffee shop au I thought of earlier with a friend of mine. warnings: reader implied. no exclusive mention of y/n, gender neutral descriptions. insert is referred to once as "mother nature." notes: 735 words. sfw. not proofread.
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ANAKIN SKYWALKER , fresh out of high school with his short cropped dirty-blonde hair and his watercolor eyes. He's kind, popular among customers. There's something so alluring about him. Maybe it's how he holds eye contact- follows his customers eyes as their gazes fit away. Or perhaps it's the fact he seems taller every time his regulars come back for their typical order. There's just- something about him that keeps customers returning.  ㅤHe's working here over the summer before he goes into collage. It keeps his hands busy, although he spends most of his free time outside of the quaint little shop below cars, or leaned over their hood. Occasionally, he'll come into a shift with oil still staining the lines in his hands, sticking under his nails-- grime on the edge of his shirt, caught in his 5-o'clock shadow he hasn't had time to shave. Obi-Wan, his boss, despises this.  ㅤAnakin is particularly fond of a new regular he's acquired. He remembers meeting them as if it happened mere hours ago. He'd parked further away than usual, for whatever reason. All he remembers on that front is that'd he'd regretted it. The cold bites at his cheeks and makes his nose sting. It's just about ruined his day, despite wearing a fleece jacket the cold has still wormed it's way in and made itself home in his bones.  ㅤHe's interrupted by someone who seems to be having a worse day than he is. They look around his age, maybe a little older, and he contemplates leaving them for someone else. His shift starts in about thirty minutes and he'd rater warm up in the back than be someone's savior today. Good deeds don't tip and he really needs the money.  ㅤUnfortunately for Anakin, they spot him before he can evade. He doesn't look exactly- friendly, per say. Brows furrowed and He's looking at them as if they're mother nature. As if they'd made this frigid weather just to rain on Anakin's party. Their words die on their tongue, and instead, they stare like a deer caught in headlights. And he just stares right back.  ㅤ"Excuse me- I'm sorry to bother, but my car just broke down and I-" They start, laughing a little to ease their own anxieties. "I've been all over the place and My phones dead. Could you call someone-? or-" And they almost cut themselves off, too terrified at the idea of asking this particular gentlemen, Anakin, for help. "-or help? Maybe?"  ㅤAnakin humors them for their own sake. He nods, wordlessly, and shoulders past them, bracing a hand on their already opened hood as he leans over the front of the car. He doesn't see anything visually wrong, but it's always hard to tell when it comes to cold-weather breakdowns. "How long were you driving for?"  ㅤ"Not long- maybe five minutes? Give or take?" Anakin hums, nodding along. "Did you let your car warm up?" And they pause, and look at him as if he's the stupid one. But they laugh instead, and their cheeks flush even more as if they're embarrassed. "I was in a rush this morning- My fluids are probably frozen. A friend warned me about that once. I didn't even think of that."
 ㅤAnakin shuts the hood before he speaks again. He's found he doesn't mind their company. "It's a common issue. Happens all the time." And he pauses, before nodding to his coffee shop a few feet away. "You could grab a drink while your car warms up. I'll walk with you. I need to clock in anyway." And he cant say he's not delighted when they agree, letting their car warm up as they begin to walk towards the shop.
 ㅤThey handle most of the conversation, chatting away while Anakin listens. He'll add on every once in a while, but he prefers to watch and listen. Once they're inside, he takes their order, and repeats it in his mind when he makes it. Repeats the name they gave, too. Anakin scribbles down a note on the side of their cup before he hands it to them. Waves them off and bids them well. They can feel his eyes on them as they leave.  ㅤOnce they're back in their now properly running car, they glance at the note left scribbled on the side, ink smudged from his hand.
'Warm your car up next time. - Anakin S.'
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babiebom · 8 months ago
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Hello!! Soooo I was reading your headcannons about Shane going with his S/O to the mines and that got me thinking. How would the Bachelors (and maybe also the Bachelorettes) react to a Gn S/O who kicks a slime or other monster in the face which kills it instantly? The Bachelors/Bachelorettes are either shocked or impressed as the S/O explains they just are really good at kicking and could probably break open a rock if they wanted to.
A/N: brother i do not remember writing that but I probably did and forgot bc let’s face it I forget things pretty easily. The bachelorettes will be a separate post because I’m taking too long posting this. Also sorry this is late. Also also my writing has gotten slower because I have taken up making music and have currently a couple songs that I’m working on including one from my farmers pov about Sebastian so y’know with that and work a lot of things are going on lmao. Pt.2 I have a cold again because of work.
Tw: violence, cursing, mentions of death, killing slimes lmao, lmk if I should tag anything else
Bc/Wc: maybe 3 for each. Maybe more? At least 100 words me thinks for each.
Stardew valley Masterlist
Sebastian
Literally just blinks and is like ….okay :|
It’s probably not surprising to him that you kicked a monster to death
Sticks to swinging a bat at them (I think he would have a bat or like a pipe or something) but thinks it’s cool that you have hand to hand…or monster to foot combat down.
Sebastian stares as you kick a duggy to death. It honestly was getting in the way of you digging for treasure and nipping at your ankles every time you weren’t paying attention. It only took one good kick for it to die and as you breathe out a puff of air in frustration, your boyfriend simply nods to himself and continues the search for anything you could donate to the museum.
“Are you gonna say anything?” You ask
He just shrugs in response, “no not really…”
In all honesty he figured you had to have a way to survive down here for hours. While kicking wasn’t the usual way, it did work and that’s all that really matters to him.
Sam
Probably did not realize at first and was like okay yeah cool it’s dead
Then realized and probably shouted VERY LOUDLY
Thinks it’s super cool because WHAT?
The stupid things take SO long to die. You kill them and they just come right back unless you blow it up…or give it a good kick to the face out of annoyance. Sam’s eyebrows raise for a second before he continues to break rocks, wanting to get this adventure over with.
Then comes the excited shouting. He’s holding you by your shoulders, shaking you and yelling words that don’t quite make it to your ears. “Sam, please!” You shout over him, the echoing sounds starting to hurt your head.
“I’m sorry,” he lets go of you but is still bouncing in place, “but that was so cool! I wanna kick things!”
Shane
Openly thinks it’s hot
Is very relieved because he never comes down into the mines and does at least want to know you’re safe
Steals your kicking strategy because it is quicker and more efficient
Do those things ever die? Can a skeleton die? How can a skeleton even be alive if not inside a per-okay they’re kicking it….and it’s dead. Wow.
Shane just stares in slight confusion as his mind races to catch up with the events that just unfolded in front of him. It was kinda fun taking out his feelings on monsters that were technically picking a fight first, but then thinking about the morality and the actual logic of it all distracted him until you actually kick a real life skeleton in the face causing it to finally permanently die. He says nothing to you, but does give you an amused smirk before adopting your strategy as his own. Kicking is way more fun than hitting rocks anyways.
Alex
Secretly thinks it’s hot
Would also try to kick things
Would want to do a playful contest to see how much stuff you two can damage honestly.
It thew Alex off when the rock he had hit with a pickaxe started moving. It threw him off even further when said rock pinched him with its apparent pincers that he didn’t even know it had. His brain completely left his skull when you kicked the thing to death with one good stomp because it had pinched him.
It didn’t even hurt that much because he wasn’t paying any attention to his wound and instead staring at you with what could only be described as adoration. Alex clears his throat and grind at you, “how ‘bout a kicking contest? Winner gets a prize”.
“What prize?” You ask, confused about his reaction. You thought he would be in a little pain at least.
“Whatever the winner decides I guess…” you shake his outstretched hand. This was going to go well for you. Now all there is left to do is think about what you want as your prize.
Harvey
Would be absolutely floored.
Like THIS IS NOT SAFE BUT OH MY GOD IMPRESSIVE
He is never coming into the mines again but at least his anxiety has gone down just a little bit (well went up then down so technically it is lower than previously).
The little thing on the ground wasn’t terrifying in the slightest, but your ferocity in destroying it made Harvey think that it was more serious than he understood it to be. Don’t get him wrong, all of the things in this mine could kill someone easily, but the monster that looked like a big ass worm didn’t really seem like a big deal compared to everything else you two had come across.
His mouth hung open as he stared at you as you glared at the stained spot where the worm thing used to be. “It would’ve turned into a monster that could fly.” You offer as soon as you turn to look at him. He nods and makes a mental note to get you muscle relaxers or something because your legs definitely have to be sore after this.
Elliott
Is MORTIFIED
like he was not expecting you to do that at ALL
The mines aren’t his favorite place and he’s glad you can defend yourself but it’s also TERRIFYING.
Probably will insert this into one of his novels where you’re already a character because it’s hot.
The bouncing little jelly things were more dangerous than Elliott had expected. Sure, he knew to some degree that you being tough was a fact because you were in these mines damn near every day for hours at a time. Whenever you came back home after a trip to the mines, covered in bruises and cuts after midnight, he always felt thankful that you had made it back home alive. But this was more than he expected. If something that looked this harmless could make him feel heavy and tired enough to wanna just lay down and die, how strong were the other monsters that lived in these mines?
Snapping out of his distracted thoughts, he watches as everything happens too quickly in front of him, rendering him unable to help because you got everything under control before he could even think to help. In one second you’re hissing in pain after a slime that you both had missed crashed into you, then the next your foot lifts up and then kicks the slime across the room. The thing splatters into goo on the wall as you check yourself for any serious injuries. Elliott calls out to you in shock, rushing over to also look over you because he wouldn’t be fully calm without checking you himself.
As you two stand in the now empty room, checking each other for any injuries that might make you leave early, Elliott can’t help but think that a sexy strong love interest in his novels is just what he needs to make his work skyrocket in popularity.
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