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Nah brain machine broke I'm going home and sleeping
new night manager is v nice and is letting me go home and I am going. I need sleep.
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Anyways, to those who have been wondering what we've been doing during our impromptu Tumblr Vacation or whatever we're calling it, we've been trying to find a playthrough of Baldur's Gate 3 that is made by someone who doesn't annoy the shit out of us, and also tormenting Karlach Cliffgate (as you do)
#we speak#also sleeping. we have slept a lot. being in a school environment is exhausting.#its very hard to remember how much we generally enjoy learning when the environment itself is. that#but on the plus side our shittiest possible 40-minute 1k word essay with eight trillion loose lines we Could have connected#was apparently impressive enough that the people who were meant to be assessing it for If We Could Take The Course#as a preliminary instead just forwarded it as a formal application and it got through#we know we are better at writing and deconstructing that writing than most. however.#christ man there were like a dozen cracks in that essay reasoning and a trillion threads we left dangling#we know that directing you to see what the narrative is focusing on and nothing else is a skill we're good at#but like. this is like if we just shucked a pelt off with no processing and showed it to you. its not even scraped yet.#there are little bits of metaphorical fat and gristle all over the underside of this. you can feel them when picking it up.#we lost the plot of the original prompt halfway through to argue about anthrocentrism. it's messy work.#like its decent prose and if we polished it a bit it could probably be decent within the constraints but it's a 40 minute prompt and sloppy#we tabbed out of the test tab and started writing pokemon fanfiction instead of polishing it. and you think it's impressive?#we know we've spent like more than ten years writing and have read a lot even before that we just forget people have such low standards#...god hopefully this doesnt read as bragging. we are having the experience of like#we get out of the most physically and mentally fatiguing experience we've had for like Years after doing the Bare Minimum to not die#we have been outputting work that is sloppy and we are fully aware of it because we are too tired to put full effort into schoolwork#and we are still getting like. āoh wow this is so good youre so good at making thingsā#like man. we can do better than this. teacher was like āwow youd be a great script writerā we are good at dialogue but better at descriptio#and we weight. a lot of our capacity for dialogue. in our ability to have cues human people do not have. this will not work well on-screen#also that industry is one of the Many Many Industries that are super mega fucked up rn#and we do not work well with constantly changing expectations#we hope this is a fun glimpse into our current life btw we are finally on break and god. this is great. we can sleep now.
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I need to complain
#so my current job is with 3 people that I know from previous jobs#our staff is 6 people#I love my mg as a person but she is so. oh my god.#the company is pretty removed from the stores (within reason) but p much as long as our numbers look good they donāt hover. our dm comes#v rarely and only checks in w mg once a wk-ish. so my mg takes full advantage of this. we r a relatively slow store dgmw but she straight up#ignores shit that needs. to be done? like shipment will just sit there for DAYS and she will do the bare minimum and sit on her phone allday#and go in the back for 15 mins for no reason and then come out on the floor and steal sales and then leave work early and do nothing to help#anyone else make their numbers and then she always has to brag abt things in our district group chat that she like#barely fucking contributes to and like literally EVERYTHING in the store gets done by my AM and I. I am not any type of mg in this store and#I accepted this job fully ok w that. I wanted a break from management. and yet I am constantly stepping up to do shit bc our mg doesnāt#and itās basic operational shit that weāve LITERALLY DONE. AT OUR LAST JOB. WE ALL DID THE SAME. FUCKING THINGS AT OUR LAST JOB#WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DONT JNOW HOW TO DO A FUCKING CHANGE ORDER. HOW DO WE NEVER HAVE CHANGE AND IM ALWAYS THE ONE TAKING CASH TO THE BANK#WHYYYYYYYY AM I PLANNING BLACK FRIDAY AND DOING EVERYTHING W MY AM TO PREPARE WHILE SHE LITERALLY GOES āāthere isnāt that much to do?āldhdga#WHAT. DO. YOU. MEAN. THERES LIKE 20 BOXES OF UNTOUCHED SHIPMENT FOR NO FUCKING REASON EVERYTBI GS A MESS WE NEED TO DO SK MUCH#HOW ARE YOU SITTING THERE. WATCHING REELS!!!!!!! AND THEN STOPPING US WHILE WEāRE GETTING THINGS DONE TO SHOW US MEMES#IM GOING TO HnbHsndvdhwjf#my poor am is in the final weeks of her semester trying to do hw and shit on top of cleaning up the mess our mg leaves and hovering over her#to make sure things get done and itās just like#You should not Have To Be DOING THAT#Iām just so blown. like she lies so much and just does whatever the fuck she wants w no consideration and then we have to reality check her#and sheās like oh youāre right Iām sorry#and then it changes for a fucking day and goes right back. Iām just.#And then she has the audacity to say ā I stepped back to see if you(am) would step up to do thingsā#LMFAO GIRLLKJKLLGBFBS FUCK YOU THATS SUCH A KINE OF BULLSHIT YOURE SO LAZY PLS FIND A HUSBAND AND BE A HOUSEWIFE FASTER#STOP TERRORIZING WORKPLACES PLSSSSSS PLS PS Sslslsldbxvsj#fr talking to her is talking to the wall.#like I would prefer to just look at the floor and say things than say it to her bc she does not listen#but like sitting w her and bullshitting when downtime sheās chill and funny like I love her. just she sucks at working.
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#sometimes u have a day thats just so. i cant even. its seems 2023 is my year of rage#directionless rage. i guess im mad at me but instead of being directed inward it just goes out into empty space#im just fucking. im at my saturation point#its a good thing i stopped taking measurements yesterday and went to the store tomorrow bc im so fucking#mostly bc i noticed a problem with the code for a paper that is fucking less than a day away from being locked in on acceptance#and now its like fucking i have to go through and change a lot and im also less than 48hrs away from another massive project starting#that will occupy my whole fucking waking nightmare of a life. so its a good thing im level headed. its a good thing i can accept my fuck#ups with honestly. bc im so fucking. ive had it. im up to fucking here with everything and i just want it to be done#im fucking full of bitterness and black bile and i want to break things. and whose fault is it? fucking mine#bc im too fucking exhausted constantly all the time to fucking pay attention to what im doing and notic that a fucking function isnt#working properly. fuck u fuck u fuck u. so what r we gonna do abt it?#idk well see what my boss says. i already texted her that news and its good bc at least i caught it but god its so fucking irritating#god. will i b told off for this? maybe. i probably deserve it. haha if so that will send me for an absolute tailspin. i cannot stand to#feel ive done something wrong. even when i kno i have. last time i had a total freakout meltdown and made v bad choices and that wasnt even#this bad. so its a good thing im currently fairly stable bc the desire to make bad choices is very strong#im just so sick and tired of everything and i want to let things implode bc im vindictive against myself. but we must not do that we must#be reasonable. so idk we may have to withdraw the paper. whatever i dont give a fuck. itll get accepted elsewhere. i dont fucking care#leave me alone to dissolve into the dirt and set my data ablaze to be helpful to no one. erase my Prospective impack. i don't fucking care#anyway today sucked. i might have to stay up all night trying to fix this. ensuring that i fuck up the start of the looming project yayyyyy#i hate it here. i stopped having fun over a year ago#itll b fine. im just fucking. im full im impotent rage#unrelated
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so sweaty at work its actually revolting
#ambient in my lab is 30c at the mo..its abt 26 in the main lab but i have a smaller/less ventilated space#and i had a water bath on at 90c + incubator 55c. cant use a fan bc im working with respiratory sensitisers so dust inhalation risk#AND full ppe (long sleeve trousers closed toe shoes thick full length long sleeve labcoat p6 mask goggles hairnet nitrile gloves)#fortunately im done with the hands on stuff for the next 2 hours so i can prop the door open and put the fan on now#but when i took my ppe off my shirt was straight up fucking wet. not even just underarm sweat patches but the front + back too. YUCK!#good thing i anticipated this + picked out a v light/breathable outfit today but really i shouldve brought a whole change of clothes#and still no word abt when theyre putting the fucking aircon on. they said it MIGHT be later this week but no promises#not that itd help in my lab bc they didnt install a unit in there anyway..... we dont have the spaaaace#ik the reason theyve been so reluctant to install aircon is bc they have a new plot where theyre gonna remodel + build a new lab#so like in idk 2 yrs time this lab will be shut down and if im still working w them ill get a big shiny new application lab. WITH air con#separate from the main lab + installed w all the equipment we actually need so i dont have to run between both labs and canteen constantly#but whether ill still be here in 2 years... well its a big if. pay + benefits r good + i like the work + generally good environment#but there are many other labs in the world... some of which probably already have air con. and id like to work w plants again eventually#cuz my degree was in biology specialising in plant sci. not food/biochem (<- industry im in rn)#anyway. at least its taken my mind off how tired i am..... im gonna take a snack + water break and then i have some admin to do#happy wet beast wednesday everyone#.diaries
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Tired of being a cantankerous and melancholic guy. I wish choosing kindness and positivity would come easier to me. Everyday I work at it and it feels like customer service and it makes me very tired but I will persist and someday it will be natural.
#the rage of a wild animal that wants to absolutely fucking destroy lives in my heart#and every day small things piss me off and I have to resist the urge to snap over them#and every day I get overstimulated much easier#and itās like I am being slowly pushed towards the edge and I am about to break and I have to resist that#every single fucking day#and I keep choosing kindness and compassion and positivity because thatās the right thing to do#and itās no oneās fault but mine that I am so full of anger#and I am not going to let me ruin good things over nothing#but oooooo I want to bite I want to maim I want to snap I want to snap I want to break something so fuckig bad#I hate customer service I hate working with the public i hate answer phone call check person out answer question run program help the public#and I hate extend common courtesy to people who wonāt do it in return and I hate compromising#the thing is hate is such an exaggeration under normal circumstances when Iām not stressed it doesnāt bother me at all#itās just that this year has been really fucking hard and I am at my wits end and I feel under appreciated and people are constantly#pissing me off with tiny annoying things and itās all building up#I love my job and my friends and even my family and I want to be a kind happy positive excited person I just canāt stop feeling this anger#I wake up overstimulated.#Iām tired.#and Iām tired of people being mean to me#and I know you have to meet mean with kindness I canāt sink to their level but HOOOOOOO#FUCK!#anyways#delete later#L writes#rant tw
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LUCIFER MAGNE - H.H.
Prompt: Lucifer continuing to wear his wedding ring despite being in a relationship with you.
Genre: Angst and hurt; somewhat fluffy (but only for a brief while). Warnings: Swearing. Unhealthy relationship/coping mechanisms (?). Word count: 2.2k+
Lucifer had been courting you for a couple of months already, the King of Hell finally deciding it was time to make the two of you official. The tension was so incredibly thick, that even the hotelās patrons were growing sick of having to watch the two of you dance aimlessly around each other. Charlie included.Ā
The past couple of months were more than delightful ā Lucifer treated you like a Queen, taking you out almost every other night, having nice candle-lit dinners, and dancing the night away. And if you werenāt really feeling the glamour, the both of you would stay cuddled up against one another whilst watching some cliche rom-com. It was like a dream. It was perfectā¦well, almost.Ā
The very source of your concerns was the golden band that remained in Luciferās ring-finger.Ā
You knew about the heart-break and torment that Lucifer underwent following his separation with Lilith. Understandably, having been together for many decades and centuries, the King had a difficult time trying to move on. Even in the earlier stages of your relationship, when he had been comfortable confiding in you, it was evident that he still deeply cared for Lilith, despite her absence.Ā
You tried to be understanding ā you really, really did. But every time you held his hand, the cold metal feeling against your fingers set a painful reminder that maybe he still hasnāt moved on completely.Ā
It filled you to the brim with self-doubt. Perhaps he was just keeping you around just to fill in the void she had left. And if that were the case, were you even doing a good enough job in that? Hypothetically, if Lilith were to waltz in front of the hotelās doors one day, was he going to throw you off to the side and run away with her? What if heād grow bored of you all of a sudden?
Questions such as these would linger at the back of your head constantly, and as they did, you would cast a longing gaze in his direction. When he catches your eye, he would automatically send a smile your way, pearly-whites in full display. It would make you smile without fail, because how could it not? You loved that dashing smile of his. But everyday, you wondered if you could continue to maintain that smile in your life.Ā
One night in particular, during dinner at one of Hellās finest establishments, Lucifer noticed that something was off. Your smile hasnāt been reaching your eyes, and you seemed like you were anywhere but here. Your eyes had a distant look to them and whenever heād ask if something was wrong, you would become dismissive. It concerned him a lot.Ā
āDarling, are you alright?ā Lucifer carefully asked once you both made it to the front porch of the hotel. āWas it the food? Was it not to your liking? Because the chicken was a bit off to be honest, it couldāve been a bit more seasonedāāĀ
āLuci,ā you intervened and grabbed his hands, giving them a reassuring squeeze. āThe food was great, really. Itās justļæ½ļæ½ļæ½ā As your voice trailed off, you were quick to feel that damn ring around his finger. Because, of course you did, and it didnāt help your mood at all. You force out a huff and pull away, causing the demonās frown to deepen, āIām feeling a little under the weather tonight ā probably just lacking a bit of sleep.āĀ
Lucifer scanned your face all over, his brows furrowed in worry. āWellā¦I guess you have been working harder for the hotel recently.ā There had been some truth in that ā after all, there had been an influx of sinners in the hotel since the cancellation of this yearās extermination. But he didnāt seem to stop there, not fully convinced by your reasoning, ā...But are you sure thatās all, my dear?āĀ
You looked at him, surprised, as if suddenly caught red-handed. He was quick to pick up on that too, confirming his suspicions and making him all the more nervous.
Ā āWhat are you trying to say?ā You ask.Ā
āWell, i-itās just that I noticed that youāve been acting a bit off recently,ā he splutters. āAnd not only tonight. Youāve become a bit moreā¦I donāt know, distant with me. And it worries me, yāknow? I justā¦I really, really care about you. A lot.ā He almost looks defeated as he rubs anxiously at his nape, āAnd if Iām being honest, it scares the absolute shit out of me that what Iām doing now isn't right."
Your brows crease in confusion, ā...What are you talking about?āĀ
Lucifer closed his eyes, dragging a palm against his face as an exaggerated groan leaves his lips. āLook, Iām not exactly experienced with allā¦all this ā the one woman Iāve ever been in a committed relationship with left me. Just like that!ā He lets out a humourless snort. āA-And I donāt know what I did to make her leave and I for sure donāt want to make that same mistake again. Iā¦I want to be assured that Iām making you happy.āĀ
Lucifer looks up at you, eyes filled with warmth, as he places a gentle hand against your cheek. He breaks the distance between you to press his forehead against yours. You automatically lean against him out of habit. āI donāt want to lose you. And if Iām doing something wrong, tell me. Please, donāt shut me out.ā He pleads, his voice almost falling into a whisper. The unexpected confession left you speechless, your chest feeling all the more tight. It was making you feel worse than you already did.Ā
You let out a shaky sigh, trying to keep the pending tears at bay. āLuci, Iām sorry. I didnāt knowā¦I-I didnāt mean to make you feel that way. Trust me when I say that youāve been nothing more than a gentleman, and every moment weāve spent together has been magical. I appreciate you so, so much, and I could never, ever ask for anything more.āĀ
You shut your eyes tight, shame filling your very core. āIām just being a little sillyāā
āNo, no. Donāt say that, darling. Please tell me whatās going on. Itās okay,ā Lucifer encourages softly, his thumb rubbing reassuringly against your cheek.Ā
You grab his wrist and gently pull your face away from him. With the hand on his arm, you slide it down to grab at his own, bringing it up into view and in-between the both of you. Almost instantaneously, both your eyes lie on the golden band on his finger ā to Lucifer, it suddenly clicks. But he couldnāt help but feel an internal conflict brew within him.Ā
āI-I know how much that ring and Lilith means to you. I really do and I feel awful having to feel this way, but I justā¦I canāt help it,ā you mutter, finally allowing the first couple of tears to fall, āI-I often find myself counting the days and hours when youāll suddenly realise that I will never be good enough for you. It feels like Iām constantly having to compete with herāheck, what am I even saying? I know Iāll never be able to compete ā because, I mean, come on. I'm a nobody!ā You chuckle tearfully whilst gesturing to yourself with a free hand.
āAnd I donāt think Iāll ever understand how youād ever settle for someone like me. Iām not nearly as important, nor am I the best-looking demon out there. Iām just me.ā
āBut Lucifer, whenever Iām with you, Iām the happiest Iāve ever been. I smile more. Laugh more. I even enjoy the little things more. And I donāt want that to go away. And Iām just hopingā Satan, Iām fucking hoping that itās the same for you. And if it is, then how long is that going to last with me?āĀ
Completely shocked, Lucifer watched in silence as his love sobbed their heart out in front of him. He wanted nothing more than to go and wrap you in his warm embrace, and whisper reassurances and hush down your cries. Because, you were right ā you did make him happy. So unbelievably happy. You had been the light that casted away the shadows in his darkest times. And yet, why? Why did he remain where he stood, unmoving as tears pathetically poured from his eyes? Why wasnāt he saying anything?
There was a brief, stagnant moment of contemplation where the both of you just stood there. It was the realisation that Lucifer didnāt make any effort to formulate some form of response, that disappointed you even further. It only made the doubtful voice in your head louder.Ā
It was you who ultimately decided to make the first move, wiping tiredly at your reddened face as you glanced at the hotelās door. āIāll be heading off first. Iāll be in the guest room tonight ā itās been a long day,ā you raspily say, hiccuping as you pushed through the doors and disappeared into the hotel, leaving Lucifer alone outside.Ā
As you entered the hotel, you immediately noticed Huskās presence by the bar, who had been polishing some glasses by the counter. In front of him was Angel, who was making some sweet, small talk with him. They were both alerted by your entrance as the doors flew open, and as Angel was about to greet you in his usual playful fashion, his voice fell flat when he saw the depressed state you were in.Ā
āWoah, there. What the hell happened to you? You look like shit,ā Angel asked, standing to meet you half-way, āI thought you and Short-King were out on a date. Did something happen?āĀ
āWe were but we had a fight or something,ā you tiredly shrugged as you walked past the arachnid and plopped yourself down on one of the bar stools. You swirled yourself on the seat to face Husk. āGive me the strongest shit you have. And make it double,ā you waved absently at the feline-demon, who raised an incredulous brow at your bluntness. āDamn, it must be that serious considering you donāt even drink,ā he grumbles as he turns to start brewing a glass of something, ā...do you wanna talk about it?"
You contemplated his offer for a second and realised that you did. For the next five or so minutes, you ended up recounting everything that happened earlier tonight, all the while shedding even more tears. Angel was kind enough to supply you with a mountain of tissues to cry into.
āWell, it sounds to me that your manās got a whole lot of thinking to do,ā Husk clicks his tongue. āBut what youāre feeling is completely valid.ā āYeah, who the fuck wears their olā wedding ring while dating someone else? What an asshole,ā Angel hisses.Ā
āS-So you guys think thereās a possibility that he might consider ending things with me?ā You question dejectedly. Husk and Angel share a look of uncertainty, suddenly feeling the need to be careful of their words. Because they genuinely werenāt sure.
āIāLook, thatās not something we should be focusing on at the momentā I mean, of course, letās hope that thatās not where this is going. I just think he needs some space to think things through properly,ā Husk says.Ā
āAnd I know I was talking a whole lot of shit before but letās take the benefit of the doubt and look at things from his point of view. He was in that boat for more than a couple thousand years. And shit, thatās a lot of fucking years.ā Angel points out. āIt might take him a while longer to adjust to that, yāknow?ā Angel places a hand on your shoulder, grinning at you reassuringly, āBut thereās one thing for sure that myself and everyone else knows: the guy loves yah, toots. Anyone with eyes can see it, and you guys are really fucking disgusting about it tooāow!āĀ
Angel suddenly lunges forward against the counter as one of Huskās wings swipes down to slap the back of his head. āāThe fuck was that for?! Itās true, aināt it?!ā Husk rolled his eyes at his dramatics, before turning back to you. āHeās right, though. Justā¦just give him a bit more time. Iām sure in the end, the both of you will be fine.āĀ
Meanwhile, Lucifer decided to head back to his own castle, wanting to be alone to sort through his cluttered thoughts. He was beyond upset with himself for making you cry like that, because it was the last thing he wanted. But he was more upset at the fact that he didnāt know how to navigate through his emotions, despising that he found himself second guessing his feelings.Ā
As you explicitly implied, was he really still unconsciously longing for Lilith? Was that why he kept wearing his ring? Why was he still wearing it? Was it just for his own comfort? But why would he need it anyways? You were there, werenāt you? All he had said to you tonight, he was contradicting himself, wasnāt he? Perhaps heās scared. Maybe he isnāt ready yet. But, why would he be with you if he didnāt think so? What exactly were you to him? And what exactly was Lilith to him now?
Lucifer was a complete mess, and that night he couldnāt find a single blink of sleep as these thoughts plagued him. And neither could you, as you scrutinised every aspect of your relationship, thinking of what this could mean for the both of you, moving forward.
Yeahā¦perhaps you both needed some time.Ā
Chapter II [x]
#lucifer magne x reader#lucifer morningstar x reader#hazbin hotel x reader#lucifer magne#lucifer morningstar#hazbin hotel
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ĖĖĖšļøcrayons and connections
pairing: prohero!katsuki x nanny!reader
summary: after a harsh relationship he really didn't want another try at romance for a while. at least, not until he hired you. he thought he loved the way you cared for his kids, but you both knew it was something more.
tags: fem!reader, domestic au, use of pet names, no proofread, fluff, cursing, taking care of kids, a millisecond of angst i swear trust me, comfort
(a/n: i couldn't get this au out of my headdd)
wc: ~3k
katsuki was honestly sick of his wife.
she would nag him constantly, asking for his cards and attention without ever asking about him or how he was doing. everything was an argument now, most of their nights would eventually end up with him on the couch.
the only lights of his life were his newborn son and one year old daughter. he had adopted the 'staying for the kids' mindset, but her skipping out on their shared daughter's first birthday was his breaking point.
who knew 'i want a divorce' would be the happiest words he'd ever uttered such far? watching her cry and swear she'd be better feeding the hole of despair that had opened over their three year relationship, that had only really blossomed because she got pregnant.
he had made her sign a prenup, thankfully, so he got to keep the house. with a payment and some paperwork he was left with full custody of his kids in his house, to sleep in his bed for the first time in ages.
well, only because he hired you.
it was only natural that he needed a nanny, i mean he was gone for most of the day patrols. after taking some in for interviews, he eventually landed on you after some hours of questioning.
he was exhausted, some of these hags were terrifying, both in their practices and appearances. he relaxed a bit at the sight of you. you were really pretty.
"hi mr-- um bakugo was it?"
you and no idea who he was? it kind of hurt but would end up working out in his favor.
"yeah, just katsuki's fine."
"oh, okay! i'm [name], uh-- i have a couple years experience for babysitting and i worked as a nanny for some other families too--"
as you rambled about your past experience and why you were good for the job, katsuki's mind went elsewhere. you looked breathtaking just speaking there, he swore your hair was flowing in the wind and that the sun shone brighter around you.
not to mention you were really sweet, he had saw you making small talk to the hags earlier, which meant you really were a saint.
"so uh-- yeah that's all about me... uh, hello?"
"oh! yes? that was all really impressive [name]. so, would you be available from eight in the morning to about ten at night? those are my current patrol hours, and obviously you'd be compensated for this trial."
"yes, that's perfect for me! when can i start?"
"uh.. tomorrow?"
"okay!" you stuck out your hand, a small smile on your lips. "nice to meet you katsuki."
he shook your hand firmly and you bowed before leaving.
the next day you arrived earlier than anticipated, he was suited up in his heroes outfit, relishing in the moments where his kids were still asleep.
he heard a knock at the door and opened it. it was you, a tiny purse behind you. "hi katsuki! woah wait a minute.. are you like a hero?"
he shrugged his arms. "yeah, you know only like top three, nothing big."
he saw your eyes widen. "oh wow! sorry for not recognizing you, i don't really keep up with all that stuff-- but im sure you're really strong!"
he nodded, "hell yeah i am. anyways, come in."
you were greeted by a large family home. you were sure your apartment was the size of the kitchen alone. huge halls and grand staircases filled the space, lavish chandeliers all shaped as explosions hung from the ceiling. not to mention the crazy amount of trophies displayed.
the rocking chairs and baby blankets scattered about were seriously out of place, making you giggle a bit.
when he looked back at you, you immediately slapped your hand over your face. "something funny?"
"no, no it's just-- your house is so nice!"
"thank you? anyways, i'll take you up to their rooms now."
you followed behind him, even his kids had huge rooms. you were super kind of jealous.
he opened the door and waved you over to see a small, adorable baby boy sleeping in a cot. "this is kei, he's only eight months." he whispered. "he fusses a lot, but he loves music."
he closed the door slowly behind, and walked to the room straight across. a tiny toddler laid in a princess bed, the room drowning in all things pink. "this is kioko, she's a handful. she turned two a bit ago." he whispered, closing the door behind him to give you a basic rundown of the schedule.
"so, they normally wake up around eight. there's a lot of formula for kei in the kitchen, and kioko just likes cereal. kioko can and will play all day, but kei gets real sleepy."
you nodded along making mental notes of everything.
"they eat lunch around three, but a snack before then is fine. dinner is at seven and they go to sleep at eight."
"okay, i think i got it."
he nodded. "i think you do too. there's extra keys in the counter by the door. call my assistants if there are any emergencies, i wrote the number on the fridge."
you nodded again, "kay, i got it. you get going though, it's already eight twenty!"
"fuck. okay, i'll see you later."
"bye katsuki."
the door closed behind him and you were alone. you decided to start prepping a bottle. just as you finished, you heard the wails of a baby ring throughout the halls.
you walked up to the cot, speaking softly. "hi kei, i'm [name]." as you picked him up, he gurgled in confusion. "i'll be taking care of you from now on, let's go eat."
you kept him in your arms. he was looking up at you curiously, making you smile as he touched your face. as you walked to his sister's room, where sure enough she was awake too.
"hi kioko, im [name]. i'll be taking care of you, okay?" you said, reaching out a hand for her to shake it.
she grasped your hand. "okay. go eat?"
"yes, let's go eat. follow me, okay?" she followed after you sleepily, her blanket and stuffed animal in her arms as you led her to the kitchen.
you placed her brother in a high chair first, giving him his formula. "can i pick you up?" you asked her.
"up-up!" she said, raising her arms up in the air. you carried and placed her into one too. "so, what do you wanna eat?"
"cookie!" she pointed to an expensive cereal brand you'd never even seen before. "oh, okay."
you placed a bit in a tiny bowl, adding some milk. they ate relatively peacefully, were they really as crazy as katsuki said?
yes, yes they were. kioko was a ball of energy, walking any and everywhere. she wanted to play every single game known to mankind. it didn't help that hide and seek was hard in such a huge house.
kei clung to you. as you searched for her he never wanted to leave your side, he'd start sniffling when you even left his sight.
lunch and dinner were a blur, you made the food katsuki had told you to on the sticky notes he'd left around. you had a bit too, and man did these kids eat good.
kioko finally crashed, tugging on the back of your pants. "sleepy time." you were washing dishes, so you wiped your hand clean to ruffle her hair. "okay, go wait for me in your room."
you finished up, picked up kei from where he was sat by his activity cube, and walked over to kioko's room.
you read her a book, 'the giving tree.' she fell asleep halfway through, utterly tuckered out from the day. kei fell asleep against your chest, you went and laid him down in his cot.
you looked around the house, seeing the mess. you sighed. "let's do this."
the house was sparkling once you were done, a pot of coffee on the stove as you waited for katsuki to get back. you seriously didn't know how you were going to go back your one-bed apartment now that you've seen how the rich live.
the door sounded, it was katsuki. "hi katsuki! how was uh-- patrol?"
he was covered in soot and dirt from head to toe. you internally sobbed at your hours of mopping going to waste. "oh uh, it was good. caught some guys and shit."
"ah, that's cool!"
he looked around. "did my brats cause you any trouble?" he eyed how clean everything was, from the dishes to the floor.
"they're full of energy, but so cute it makes up for it."
he wore a soft smile. "yeah, they really are."
"you know, they both look exactly like you. it's cute."
he flushed slightly, "yeah?"
"mhm, oh! i had leftovers from earlier? if you wanted some."
"yeah, i'll eat them." she smiled and started to grab her things. "so, does this mean i pass?"
he smiled too. "yes,
yes you did."
days melted into months of your routine with kei and kioko. some days katsuki would come home early, letting you play games all together. you'd cook with him sometimes too, laughing at how precise he was about it.
everything got a bit real the second kei spoke his first word to you.
"mama."
you and kioko got so excited, recording a clip to send it to katsuki immediately.
the entire day you were so happy, treating the kids to a secret extra snack, and letting them beat their favorite baby popcorn.
a knock on the door was heard, you were feeding kei so you walked over to the door with him in hand. you thought it was odd, why would katsuki knock?
except it wasn't him, it was some woman. "uh.. who are you?"
"oh, so he thinks he can replace me so quickly? newsflash, bitch, i'm his ex wife."
"can you not curse in front of the kids?"
"i'll do whatever the fuck i want. you know why? because i'm actually connected to those kids. you're just playing mother, he'll dump you eventually."
she slammed the door behind her. "star her mama?" kioko asked behind you.
"yeah, stranger."
you had gotten a bit weird after that, acting weird about affection and things surrounding it. you didn't know why, but she really did make you question your role in their lives.
you weren't a mother, you were a nanny.
katsuki finally got fed up with your new, odd attitude. he questioned you with a look in his eye.
"why you been acting so weird?" he asked, his mouth full with food.
"huh? i don't know what you mean?"
he pointed his chopsticks at you. "you've been acting all weird 'round 'em. you don't like that they call you mom or something?"
"no! it's just.. don't you think it's weird?"
"no. i'm happy that they like you so much."
"you don't think i'm trying to replace their mom?"
"they never really had one in the first place. she was never around, so if she said some shit to you know she wasn't half the person you are."
"oh.."
"so she did come."
"yeah. she did."
"[name]. you are ten times the person she ever was. you're perfect without trying. actually, you do try. and that's why..
that's why we all love you."
you both turned red, which made you laugh. "thank you katsuki."
you reached out and held his hand.
"seriously, thank you."
he put a restraining order on his ex the next day, also going to get flowers for you as it was his day off.
you'd started to sleep over after that, the affection between the two of you growing gradually.
he gifted you a room in the house, fully furnished with about ten thousand dollars left in one of the drawers so 'you could decorate for yourself.'
that room went mostly unused though, as most nights you'd end up cuddled with katsuki in his bed.
the fridge was filled to the brim with photos by kioko, who'd love to draw all four of you as one big family.
katsuki even asked her for a small one, one that he now keeps in the back of his phone case for good luck.
he asked you out officially with kioko's help, her unwanted help that is.
she snuck out after bedtime where he was speaking to you on the couch, you in his arms as he was mustering up his courage--
"pleaseeee have a play date with daddy, pleasee?" she said, using her puppy eyes.
"we all love you a lot, but he loves you this much!" she spread out her arms to make a point, making you laugh.
"okay! okay, i already said yes kioko. go to sleep, okay?"
"yay!" she ran up to her room and you heard the door close.
"so.. about our playdate?"
he took you out to a fancy dinner of your choice, telling you to order whatever you'd like. his mom was babysitting so you two could relax.
he'd learned a lot about you from his kids, your favorite color, the music you liked, the way you like your eggs, but it was different to hear it from you.
he thought you were so gorgeous and kind, so sweet to him and the lights of his life. who was he kidding? over the last year you'd become a pillar of his life.
he enjoyed going home knowing you were there with his kids, you were there to hear about his stresses and support him.
he was happy to support you, to let you stay in his house. to let him pay for things for you, to let him make you smile.
one 'playdate' turned into multiple, you went out every other week.
he knew he had to do something, a grand gesture to show you just how much he loved you, how he wanted to continue building this perfect family of his forever.
he knew how much you treasured the opinions of his kids, he loved that about you.
so, he got them in on it. kioko and kei each held a gift for you, one of your favorite flowers and the other of your favorite perfumes.
you were at a seriously gorgeous park, streams the only noise you could hear for miles. you saw your two favorite kids sitting on the picnic blanket.
"kioko, kei?"
"mommy!" they ran up to you, kei handing you the bouquet of roses, and kioko handing you a vial of perfume.
"aw, thank you you two. where's your dad?"
"hes waiting for you! come come!"
"come!"
they guide you to a secluded area, with a natural arch of overgrown vines, where katsuki is waiting for you.
"katsuki?"
"[name]."
"what's all of this for?"
"you." he took your hands into his, looking deeply into you.
"you're important to me. you've.. you've become the thing i was missing. the thing i searched for in other people.
and, you've become that to the people i care about the most too.
so,"
he got down on one knee infront of you.
"will you marry me?"
the word yes escaped you before you even realized it. you tackled him into a hug, which prompted kei and kioko to join in.
everything was just so sweet from then on.
kioko was the flower girl at your wedding, kei was the ring holder.
your first kiss shared under the altar was magical, the memory of it forever engrained in your memories, and in your lips.
your honeymoon was bittersweet, as you missed your two headaches. but you and katsuki also enjoyed the private time alone with eachother, embracing and finding comfort in eachother's presence.
when you got home though, your picturesque family was about to have a new addition,
you were pregnant.
whilst everyone was debating whether or not you'd have a boy or girl, to everyone's surprise once you and katsuki cut the slice of cake open..
it had both colors.
you we're having twins.
as you looked over at katsuki, a shocked expression on his face, all you could do was laugh.
laugh because you couldn't have ever imagined a life this perfect for you.
but it was a wax-drawn line of fate that led you to katsuki,
and you'd always be thankful for it.
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3. Babymaker | Kinktober
You want a baby, but you just broke up with your boyfriend but your best friend Jungkook offers you the solution to your heart break, heāll give you your baby, no strings attached.
Contains: Jungkook is jerking off, he impregnates reader, missionary, pregnancy and impregnating talk
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When your boyfriend broke up with you, all your dreams of having a happy family shattered in million pieces. You had never seen it coming, and after crying to your best friend Jungkook about never having a child to call your own, he came up with a dubious plan.
You knew the risks of the plan, you weren't stupid. But it was the only option. You wanted a child, and this was the only way. He said he would jerk himself off, and cum inside of you, and then, he would just pull out, and not do anything else.
So here he was, grunting as he stroked himself in your bed.
āAlmost.ā Heād breathe out. āNeed some help, can I see your tits?ā Jungkook asked, and you nodded, lifting your shirt up and unclasping your bra. Your breasts fell out, and he let out a shaky breath, stroking himself faster. You proceeded to pull down your skirt ā you werenāt wearing any panties for easy acces ā and you were completely naked now.
āBetter?ā You asked.
āBetter.ā
He jerked himself off for a few more minutes until he spoke again. āMy dick is cold, can I warm it inside of you, just the tip.ā
You didnāt see why not, so you nodded, leaning back on the bed and spreading your legs.
āWow.ā Jungkook scooted closer.
āWhat?ā
āNothingā I, justā a pretty pussy, so juicy.ā Jungkook cleared his throat as he held his cock in place. He pushed in, stopping at just the tip.
āAnd you have a nice dick.ā You teased. āYou can move it if you want, maybe itāll help you cum.ā
Jungkook agreed wordlessly, moving just slightly back and forth.
It was starting to turn you on, laying here completely naked as you tried to milk his seed out of his cock. The thought of him fucking you, and actually getting you pregnant. His cock throbbing inside of you as he pumped you full of cum, it was all so wrong but felt so good.
āJungkookā¦ā You murmured. āDeeperā¦ā
āButā¦ā
You shook your head. āI know we said only the tip, but wouldnāt it make more sense if you shoot your semen in deeper? Justā¦ go as deep as you can, please. I donāt want your sperm to just drip out, it should stay in me, so if it stays inside it will be more likely that I get pregnant.ā
At your words, Jungkook started moving, and the sensation had your fingers gripping onto the mattress and a moan escaping from your lips.
Jungkook was so turned on by how your body reacted that he continued pushing in every inch, unable to slow down as lust took over.
āMm!ā You pressed your lips together tightly, your eyes half shut as his big cock stretched you out effortlessly, your legs spread further as you took him in.
āIāll give you a baby, impregnate you, will make sure my semen fertilizes your egg.ā Jungkook stopped when he was completely inside of you, before he started to thrust into you.
The sound of his skin slapping against yours filled the room, along with the squelching noise as his cock pounded in and out of your dripping pussy.
āI can do it. I promise I can. I have lots of sperm, wonāt spare a dropā¦ā Jungkookās hand slid over the mattress until he reached your hands, and he pinned your wrists down onto the bed.
His cock was hitting all the right spots inside of you, at which you threw your head back.
āOh!ā You moaned. āPlease, want a baby so badā¦ā You whined, overwhelmed by how good you were feeling.
His hair stuck to his forehead, his body starting to feel warm as he got more worked up, his thrusts increasing in intensity as he started to chase his climax.
āJungkook, fuck, youāre going to split me apart!ā You complained yet obviously enjoyed the feeling, curling your toes as you could feel your orgasm coming as well.
Jungkook just smirked, pounding into you, and as his cock was constantly rubbing against your g-spot, your body was soon shaking from your climax.
You clenched around his cock, and that had him cumming inside of you, and he held you in place as he made sure you milked every drop that he had stored. After he was all spent, he pulled out, grabbing you by the thighs and pushing your hips up.
āDonāt want anything to drip out.ā He murmured.
You laughed, not sure if that would work, but you didnāt stop him.
āWhat if Iām not pregnant?ā You whispered.
āThen weāll try again and again.. until you are.ā
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On your blog you've talked about dealing with chronic as a result from the stress of masking your autism.
It's a bit of a different situation, but my little sister (who we've begun to suspect has adhd) has been experiencing chronic pain in her arms and legs. I may be totally off base, but I was wondering if a similar stess might potentially be a factor in her pain.
If you're willing, would you mind talking about how your pain affected before you found a way to manage it (I tried searching your tumblr, but not much came up, so sorry if I'm asking a question that's already been answered)?
Thanks either way, I love your books. Love is real!
sure buckaroo GOOD QUESTION. i have had chronic pain in some form or another for LONG TIME in a number of STRESS RELATED WAYS. in past it has been cracking teeth from clenching dang jaws while i sleep and things like that, but a few years ago it was FULL ON BODY PAIN AND TIGHTNESS like every muscle was clenching up. went to the doctor over and over all kinds of dang specialists and it was very difficult to figure out what was going on. eventually landed on a sort of nebulous trot of STRESS but i can get more specific.
there are several things about me that you would never know just from looking or even talking to me for long times. i am a bi buckaroo, i am a non-dysphoric trans buckaroo, i am an autistic buckaroo. EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THESE THINGS IS EITHER HIDDEN AUTOMATICALLY OR I AM SUCH AN EXPERT AT HIDING THAT IT IS SECOND NATURE
autism presents its trot in many ways, so my words do not apply to all, but my version is EXTREME ORGANIZATION AND ENDLESS WORK ETHIC. in way of freud (which is a silly way but sometimes good for symbolism talk) i have what you would call an OVERDEVELOPED SUPER EGO which is a double edged sword. i can write 100s of books at an incredible pace, but also feel like my body is constantly collapsing in on itself
this is not really something i consciously think about much, but eventually these health problems started creeping up. it was all from carrying this mystery tension in my body, because while it feels EASY for me to mask i believe all that tension goes somewhere and it stores up and stores up and stores up.
so i think the HEALTHY way that i have found to deal with this (i think of it as releasing the steam valve a bit so the boiler does not break down) is ART. this space where i am allowed to be CHUCK TINGLE and write without obsessing over the spelling or punctuation, or to loudly express my queerness, or explore gender, and to let my neurotypical mask down DIRECTLY RELIEVES my chronic pain because it literally makes my muscles relax.
when i started out this ARTISTIC TROT as chuck i used a LOT of metaphor to keep my privacy, with different words or different versions of people for different things, and buckaroos found this very funny. as a way to express myself artistically i also liked this metaphor trot a lot, but i have also found that the LESS metaphor i paint over my life as chuck, the better it is for my health. if you have noticed, i talk less about some of the parts of my life that were metaphors, or maybe you have seen that my voice has relaxed a bit in interviews, or that i carry myself a little differently over time, this is partially why. (there is another artistic reason that was a planned trot from the beginning and it has to do with my feelings as a young autistic buckaroo of not fitting in on this timeline, but we can dive into that later).
anyway, as PRACTICAL ADVICE i would say that FINDING A SPACE TO EXPRESS YOURSELF WITHOUT FEAR OR MASKING has been the number one trot for me. that can be a pink bag over your head writing hundreds of erotic shorts, or that can be just laying on the ground howling your heart out, or doing whatever stim you need to do.
i will also say that ONCE I REALIZED IT WAS MUSCLE TENSION getting a physical therapist helped a lot. because there are two sides, you have to start releasing steam from the steam valve, but at the same time youve also gotta start HEALING THE DAMAGE. so i think stretching and techniques like that can be very helpful.
hope that helps buckaroo LOVE IS REAL
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Between Takes- Nicholas Chavez x Actress!Reader
summaryā you and Nicholas Chavez navigate a tumultuous on-screen rivalry that evolves into a passionate off-screen romance. amidst teasing banter and sizzling tension, a rehearsal kiss blurs the lines between acting and reality.
warningsā enemies to lovers, unprotected sex, oral(f receiving), L bombs, fluff, established relationship.
You and Nicholas play rivals in a popular Netflix show. Your characters are constantly butting heads, with heated confrontations in almost every scene. The fans love the tension, and itās one of the key dynamics of the show. Behind the scenes itās the same, but thereās an undeniable spark between the two of you, though neither of you admits it. Youāve developed a bit of a love-hate relationship on set, filled with teasing, sharp comments, and banter that everyone assumes is just your way of staying in character though sometimes it gets overbearing.
One day, after a particularly intense scene, you find yourself doing an interview for a popular entertainment magazine. Sitting across from the interviewer, you try to maintain your composure, but the thoughts of Nicholas linger.
āSo, howās your chemistry with your co-star, Nicholas?ā the interviewer asks, a teasing glint in her eye.
You chuckle, rolling your eyes slightly. āHonestly, working with him is like wrestling a bear. Heās arrogant, sometimes late, and way too confident for his own good. The edits are getting to his head.ā
The interviewer laughs, and you realize you might have said a bit too much. But itās all in good fun, right?
āAnd what about those heated confrontations you have on screen? Are they as fiery off-screen?ā
You smirk. āOh, absolutely. We love to argue. I think itās half the reason the show is so popular and weāre able to make the show as real as possible.ā
The interview ends, and as you step out, you see Nicholas leaning against a wall, arms crossed and a smirk on his face.
āSo, I heard your little interview. Arrogant, huh?ā he teases, raising an eyebrow.
You cross your arms, feigning indifference. āWhat can I say? Itās a talent of yours.ā
āAnd what about that kiss scene we have to rehearse today? Think you can handle it?ā His voice drops lower, a challenge hanging in the air.
You raise an eyebrow, feeling a rush of excitement. āPlease. Iām not the one who needs to worry about handling it.ā
As the day progresses, you canāt shake the tension in the air. During a break, Nicholas corners you in the hallway. āYou know, I didnāt appreciate what you said in the interview,ā he says, his voice low and serious.
You smirk. āI thought we were just having fun. Canāt handle a little friendly competition?ā His gaze sharpens, and he steps closer. āItās not just competition, is it? Thereās something more.ā
āLike what? A deep-seated desire to kiss my rival?ā you reply, your voice laced with sarcasm.
But beneath the teasing, you both feel it, an electricity that has been building over time.
āYou might just find out how good I am at kissing,ā he says, smirking again, and your heart races at the thought.
The real shift happens during a major storyline arc where your characters have to share a kiss, something neither of you expected. As you both prepare for the rehearsal, the tension is palpable.
When itās time to kiss, the world around you fades away. The rehearsal kiss is intense, full of the chemistry thatās been simmering beneath the surface. Your heart races as his lips touch yours, igniting something deep within. Itās a spark youāve both tried to ignore, but now it feels undeniable.
As the kiss breaks, you both stand there for a moment, breathless. āWell, that was, unexpected,ā Nicholas says, running a hand through his hair, his usual confidence wavering.
āYeah, I didnāt think it would feel like that,ā you admit, your voice barely above a whisper.
Nicholas takes a step closer, the air thick with unspoken words. āSo, does this mean weāre not just bitter āenemiesā anymore?ā
You chuckle softly, a smile creeping onto your face. āI guess it depends on how we handle the rest of the season.ā
Nicholas smirks, leaning in slightly. āI can handle a lot, trust me.ā
āOh, I bet you can,ā you reply, your voice playful but laced with flirtation.
The banter continues, but the teasing has a new edge to it now, hinting at the deeper connection you've both begun to acknowledge. The lines between acting and reality blur, transforming your playful rivalry into something far more passionate.
As you navigate your way through the show, the tension between you escalates both on and off the screen. The two of you find excuses to be near each other, whether itās rehearsing lines or grabbing coffee between takes. Each moment feels charged, filled with unsaid words and lingering glances.
One evening, after a long day on set, you find yourselves alone in your trailer. Nicholas is leaning against the door, a mischievous grin on his face.
āYou know, I think the show would be much better if we had more moments like that kiss,ā he says, a teasing glint in his eyes.
āWhat are you suggesting? We start kissing off-camera too?ā you shoot back, your heart racing at the thought.
He steps closer, closing the distance. āMaybe we should. I mean, itās not like anyoneās watching.ā You feel your breath hitch as he inches closer, the teasing in his eyes replaced by something deeper.
āOkay, then. Show me what youāve got,ā you challenge, heart pounding.
Nicholas leans in, capturing your lips again, and this time itās not just for the cameras. Itās heated, passionate, and everything youāve both been holding back. In that moment, you both know that the rivalry has turned into something much more complicated, and exciting. As you pull away, breathless and wanting more, you canāt help but wonder what this means for both of you moving forward.
A couple of weeks pass, and while your relationship deepens, it remains primarily physical with lots of kissing but no further progression. As the season approaches its finale, excitement and uncertainty linger in the air.
The end of filming party is at a lively club, filled with cast and crew celebrating the end of a successful season. Music pulses through the air, laughter and chatter surround you as you enjoy the night. You and Nicholas are together, and the playful touches become more frequent. He brushes his fingers against your arm as you talk, igniting warmth in your skin.
As the night goes on, you find yourselves in a corner booth, drinks in hand, laughter spilling between you. Suddenly, Nicholas pulls you closer, his hand resting on your thigh.
āI canāt believe we actually made it through that entire season without killing each other,ā he jokes, his voice low and teasing. You lean in, a smirk on your lips. āI think Iāve managed to tolerate your presence.ā
He raises an eyebrow, his expression playful yet serious. āTolerate? Is that all? Because I think we both know itās more than that.ā
In a moment of spontaneity, you lean forward, capturing his lips in a heated kiss. The atmosphere around you dims, and all you can focus on is the way his hands grip your waist, pulling you closer. Gasps and laughter surround you, but youāre lost in the moment, oblivious to the eyes of the other guests.
When you finally pull away, both of you are breathless, and a mixture of surprise and excitement dances in the air.
āLooks like weāre the talk of the party,ā you say, glancing around at the surprised expressions on your co-starsā faces.
āLet them talk. I donāt care,ā he replies, his eyes dark with desire.
You share a lingering look, and before you know it, the night wraps up and youāre making your way back to your hotel room together. On the way, Nicholas receives a call for a quick interview about the seasonās finale.
āI just have to say a few things. You good with that?ā he asks, glancing at you.
āYeah, go ahead,ā you reply, your heart racing as he steps aside to take the call.
As he speaks, you catch snippets of what heās saying.
āI just want to take a moment to say how much I admire my co-star,ā he says, his tone sincere. āSheās incredibly driven, intelligent, and truly talented. I feel honored to have shared the set with someone as smart and passionate as her.ā
You canāt help but smile, warmth spreading through your chest at his words. He finishes up the call, walking back toward you, a proud grin on his face.
āWhat did I miss?ā he asks, wrapping his arm around you as you walk into the hotel.
āJust a little praise from your biggest fan,ā you tease, leaning against him.
You both enter your hotel room, and the atmosphere shifts again, the earlier tension returning.
āI really appreciate what you said in that interview,ā you admit, your voice softening.
Nicholas steps closer, a serious look in his eyes. āI meant every word. Youāve impressed me in ways I didnāt expect.ā
Without another word, you lean in, kissing him deeply. The kiss ignites something fierce between you, and suddenly, heās all over you, hands roaming, breath hot against your skin.
āI want you so bad,ā he murmurs against your lips, his desire palpable. āIāve been aching for you.ā
Your heart races as you pull back slightly to meet his gaze, desire burning in your eyes. āThen letās not waste any more time.ā
Nicholas pulls you in for another kiss, his hands gripping your waist as he backs you against the wall. The kisses become frantic as you lose yourselves in the moment, and soon enough, youāre moving to the bed.
Clothes are shed in a frenzy, and as you tumble onto the soft sheets, Nicholas takes his time exploring every inch of your body. He kisses a path down your stomach, sending shivers down your spine. When he reaches your core, he takes his time, skillfully working you to the edge. āYou taste so good,ā he whispers, his breath warm against you.
Youāre surprised at how skilled he is with his tongue and he makes sure to use it to plunge inside you, drawing the sweetest moans from your lips. Your hands grip his hair and you grind against his face, his groans against your pussy making you shiver and squirm. The world melted around you, all you could focus on was the pleasure he was making you feel,
You feel the wave of pleasure building, and as you climax, you gasp his name, feeling your body quake beneath his touch.
Afterward, youāre both a tangle of limbs, breathless and glowing. Nicholas wraps his arms around you, holding you close as you catch your breath.
Once the haze of passion begins to settle, he looks deep into your eyes. āI want you to be my girlfriend,ā he says, sincerity etched in his features. You smile, feeling a rush of happiness. āIād love that.ā
After a passionate night together with Nicholas eating you out, you both navigate your way through the press runs filled with playful touches and stolen kisses. Finally, the season premiere arrives, and excitement buzzes in the air.
As you both prepare for the red carpet, butterflies flutter in your stomach. You glance at Nicholas, who looks stunning in a tailored suit. He catches your gaze and smirks, making your heart race.
āReady to blow everyoneās minds?ā he asks, his confidence radiating. You roll your eyes playfully. āAs if Iād let you steal the spotlight.ā
The two of you step onto the red carpet, and a hush falls over the crowd as cameras flash. The buzz is palpable as reporters and fans whisper, remembering the long-standing rumors that you and Nicholas didnāt get along.
You strike a pose together, your bodies instinctively leaning into one another. āYou both look amazing!ā a reporter shouts. āCan you tell us about your chemistry?ā
Nicholas glances at you, a mischievous glint in his eye. āItās just as fiery off-screen as it is on-screen. Isnāt that right?ā You nod, smirking. āLetās just say itās been a wild ride, but we make it work.ā
As the cameras continue to flash, Nicholas takes your hand, pulling you closer. Suddenly, he leans in and kisses you, catching everyone off guard. Gasps and cheers erupt from the crowd, and the whispers of shock turn to delight.
āWhatās this? Are you two an item now?ā another reporter calls out, excitement in their voice.
You break the kiss, breathless but grinning, and glance at Nicholas.
āGuess we just made it official,ā he says, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
You both continue down the red carpet, posing and kissing, basking in the spotlight as the rumors of your on-set rivalry dissolve into cheers of support.
During interviews, the two of you take turns praising each other, the chemistry undeniable. āSheās incredibly talented,ā Nicholas says, his voice full of admiration. āIām lucky to have her as my co-star.ā
You blush at his words, feeling warmth spread through you.
āNicholas has this incredible drive. Itās inspiring to work alongside him,ā you reply, your smile wide.
Then the moment of truth arrives during a live interview when a reporter asks Nicholas how he feels about this new development in your relationship.
āI feel... I feel amazing. She makes me happy,ā he says, his expression earnest. Then, almost as if heās caught up in the moment, he blurts out, āI love her.ā
Silence falls for a split second before your eyes widen in surprise. He blinks, realizing what he just said. āUh, yeah, I love you,ā he repeats, a mix of disbelief and affection in his voice.
āYou do?ā you ask, your heart racing. He nods, sincerity flooding his gaze. āYeah, I really do.ā
Youāre momentarily taken aback, but then a smile spreads across your face, and you lean in, capturing his lips in a kiss as the crowd coos and cheers.
āI love you too,ā you whisper against his lips, and everyone around you erupts in āAwws!ā
The premiere ends on a high note, filled with excitement and love. As you both head back to the hotel, the energy is electric.
Once inside your hotel room, the door closes behind you, and Nicholas pulls you in for a passionate kiss.
āYou have no idea how beautiful you are tonight,ā he murmurs against your lips, his hands caressing your waist.
You shiver at his touch, feeling desire surge through you. āAnd youāre absolutely irresistible.ā
Nicholas grins, his eyes dark with hunger. āI want you, all of you.ā
With urgency, you both shed your clothes, losing yourselves in the heat of the moment. As he pulls you onto the bed, he worships your body with soft kisses and sweet words.
His pumps his cock a few times before rubbing the glistening tip on your wet pussy before slowly pushing in.
āYou feel so good,ā he breathes, his lips trailing down your neck. āYouāre everything Iāve wanted.ā
You moan softly, feeling the heat rise between you.
āAnd youāre all mine,ā you reply, looking into his eyes with fierce determination.
You gasp his name as he starts to rut into you softly, his forehead on yours and you stare into each otherās eyes. He was your entire world, everything faded away as you felt his cock brush you cervix and his fingers reached between your bodies, rubbing your clit slowly.
With a shared understanding, you both fall into a rhythm of passion, bodies moving in perfect harmony. His hands explore your curves as he whispers sweet nothings, making you feel cherished and desired.
āYouāre so so beautiful baby, I love you, youāre everything to me.ā
The words almost bring you to tears but the constant brushing of his cock against your g spot made you focus more on the pleasure you were feeling. āFuck Iām gonna cum baby, I need you to cum with me, cum around my cock okay?ā You nodded frantically feeling the overwhelming feeling of being near your release.
As you reach your climax, everything around you fades, and all you feel is him, his voice, and the intimacy of the moment.
Afterward, you lay entwined, breathless and content. Nicholas brushes a strand of hair behind your ear, his gaze softening.
āYouāre incredible. Iām so lucky to have you,ā he says, kissing your forehead.
You smile, feeling a deep sense of love and belonging. āAnd Iām lucky to have you.ā
In that moment, you both realize that youāre not just co-stars anymore; youāre partners, and this is just the beginning of your journey together.
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Demon Brothers as Doms Headcanons
Here it is, as requested by anon! I don't know if these are better or worse than the demon bros as subs version... I honestly can't tell lol. But hopefully you guys enjoy them. I will be doing the side characters, too, so stay tuned for that.
GN!MC x the demon brothers
Side Characters as Doms Bros as Subs
NSFW MDNI
Note: We got another paragraph of warnings. Some of them are a little more detailed, but most of them are just mentioned.
Warnings: Sub!MC, bondage, blindfolds, gags, multiple orgasms, edging, orgasm denial, overstimulation, manhandling, begging, praise, degradation, dirty talk, spanking, collars, dacryphilia, tailfucking (and related tail stuff), drooling, jealousy, cockwarming, mirror sex, exhibitionism, toys, aphrodisiacs, magic stuff, blood kink, biting, size kink, food play, somnophilia, wet dreams, semi-public sex, after care, cuddling, and kissing. HOO BOY. I hope that's all of it, if not lemme know and I'll add stuff.
Lucifer
He has intense dom vibes and he knows it. He will be strict and harsh with you if thatās what you want, but if left to his own choices, Lucifer becomes a pleasure dom. All he really wants is to make you come over and over and over again. He doesnāt care what it takes, heāll use his cock, his fingers, his tongue, anything and everything as long as it makes you cry out his name in ecstasy. He likes the way it makes his pride swell.
Heās a strong and powerful demon. If he wants you in a certain position, he will put you there himself. He has no problem manhandling you a little, but heāll be careful about it. He very much enjoys tying you up and heās a master at shibari. His other favorite thing is blindfolding you. He likes when you arenāt aware of when heās going to touch you.
Lucifer is absolutely the type of demon that will do subtle things outside of the bedroom to make you crazy. A hand on the back of your neck, a brief squeezing of your arm, a whispered ābehaveā or even just a look that says everything. Theyāre all warnings - be careful, MC, or heāll be dealing with you later in private.
He likes to be called sir, but heās willing to discuss other options. Heās very bossy, though, and will give you orders constantly. If youāre good and compliant, heāll reward you to the point where youāll probably forget your own name. But if youāre a brat, he wonāt hesitate to punish you. He likes to make you wait, so he might tie you up in his office and then not touch you while he works on his stacks of paperwork. He wants to see how long it takes you to start begging.
And begging does him in every time. Because the minute you break down and beg for him, his pride takes over. Heāll smirk and likely tease you and say something about how heās not surprised that it didnāt take long.
But in the end, Lucifer likes to make you moan and cry and come, which means heāll do whatever it takes to get you to do that. Do you have a praise kink? He will shower you with it while heās deep inside you. Do you have a degradation kink? He will make a point of finding the words that make you clench around him in pleasure.
Mammon
Surprisingly good at being a dom, but far less restrained than Lucifer is. Heās going to do all kinds of things to get a reaction out of you, but the second you moan his name, heās moaning right along with you. But not before he takes the time to get your full consent and makes sure you know all your safe words. He wants to go all out, but he wants you to feel safe with him.
Mammon is a bit too impatient to do things like tying you up intricately. Heās going to go for things like handcuffs or gags. He finds he likes the way you moan low in your throat when your mouth is otherwise occupied. Similarly, he loves when you suck on his fingers. Heāll remove them sooner than he expected, though, because he wants to listen to you beg.
Heās cautious at first, giving you easy orders to test the waters. If youāre generally obedient, heāll push a little harder, go a little further, see just how much you can take. He will absolutely become a brat tamer, though, so if youāre more inclined to mouth off, you can expect swift punishment. He canāt take too much disobedience and heāll get impatient with you quickly. Punishments can range from spankings to orgasm denial depending on how irritated he is. But they donāt last long because he just really wants to fuck you silly.
Heās constantly buying you things to wear. He obviously has a preference for gold, but whatever he just likes to see you on display in something nice. If youāll wear a collar, he will absolutely be thrilled to buy you the nicest one he can find. It makes him a little crazy any time he catches a glimpse of it outside the bedroom.
The King of After Care. When things are calm again, he gets very clingy. Heās going to want to cuddle you all night, whispering in your ear about how good you were for him, asking you if youāre doing all right. If you endured punishment or any kind of pain, heāll make sure youāre recovering from it. He just loves you so much, MC.
Leviathan
Surprises both you and himself by being a really good dom. Itās like he flips a switch and suddenly heās all confidence, but itās only possible with you. However, it can also get really intense really fast and he might not realize how far heās going. Communication is key with Levi. You need it to even get him to start being more dominant to begin with, but then you also need it when heās a little lost in the sauce.
Because he finds that dominating you makes him lose his whole mind. When youāre whimpering or begging, he just wants more and more. He loves to hear you whine his name. He likes it when you cry, so he will try to make it happen. Heāll use pain or insults or anything else he can find that will work. But if it does happen, heāll get soft when he sees the tears on your cheeks. Then heāll start praising you and telling you how perfect you are and how much he loves you.
He likes to use his tail for all kinds of things. Heāll wrap it around your body, pinning your arms to your sides, and put the tip of it in your mouth until youāre drooling around it. Heāll use it to spank you if he thinks youāre in need of punishment. But his favorite thing is just to fuck you with it.
To nobodyās surprise at all, Levi is a jealous dom. If you so much as look at someone else, he will notice and make you pay for it later. His favorite punishment method is orgasm denial. Heās trying to make you forget about anyone but him and heāll ask you while heās edging you who youāre thinking of. He wants to hear you cry and tell him that heās the only one you ever think about.
Levi will definitely start out with degradation and some dirty talk - heās likely going to tell you how much of a whore you are for him - but by the end of things, heāll switch to praise. He starts to come out of dom mode and then he actually feels bad. Depending on how you react, he will likely apologize before pampering you to make up for all the nasty things he said. If you laugh at him about it, heāll just blush. He gets embarrassed about how much he can lose himself. Donāt hold it against him, MC! Heās just obsessed with you.
Satan
By far the most balanced dom of all the brothers. Heās always so careful about keeping his wrath under control, the very last thing he would ever want to do is give in to it during a scene with you. Itās a tricky balance, but he manages to find a good middle ground. He focuses on you the most, but donāt think that means heāll be lenient with you.
Satan is really good at interpreting how youāre feeling in the moment based on how you react to him. Heās able to tell when he should get more intense and when he should back off. As for himself, he prefers to control you with words. Heāll tie you up if you want him to, but heās more interested in simply telling you what to do. And heās clear about what will happen if you disobey.
Although heās careful about keeping himself level headed when heās punishing you, just know that he wonāt hold back. There really isnāt any kind of punishment he isnāt willing to employ and heāll find the one that has the most impact on you while still getting his message across.
Definitely prefers praise over degradation. He will be rambling the whole time heās doing anything with you and itās all romantic poetry. It starts out really flowery, but eventually kind of devolves into how perfect you are, how good you feel, etc. This is the guy who will spank you and recite sonnets to you at the same time, probably timing his swats with the iambic pentameter.
Satan also really enjoys cockwarming. Heāll have you sit in his lap while he reads, just to see how much you can take. Scolds you gently any time you move too much. Be good and hold still for him, MC. In the end, heās the one who canāt take it, but he frames it as taking pity on you. Youāre both probably aware of the truth, but neither of you will say anything. And anyway, youāre content to let him bend you over and pound into you if it means finally feeling that sweet relief.
Asmodeus
The most versatile of doms, he can be anything you want. You want him strict? Done. You prefer a soft dom? Easy. You just want him to make you come as many times as possible? It would be his pleasure.
If youāre too shy to tell him what you want, thatās okay, too. Heās able to feel out what will make you react the most. And thatās what he goes for. He just wants to experience you losing your mind over him.
He really can do it all, but heās also going to bring his own flare to the situation. You have sooo much mirror sex. If youāre willing to try exhibitionism, he will really push the limits of that, too.
Asmo will also have a lot of toys, accessories, and clothing items. Heās always suggesting something new and interesting. You just won't believe what he found, MC! He likes to explore with you, to see what youāll tolerate. This also includes things like aphrodisiacs or magic related things. Heāll always take care of you after you use something like that, but heās often finding new things to try.
If you donāt really give him any guidelines and let him run the show entirely, he will step up to the challenge. It turns out he really enjoys making you submit to him. He finds he has a fascination with your blood. He loves the way it looks against your skin. He also loves to see it on his own lips, so you can be sure heāll be drawing it by biting you.
Asmo really loves to tie you up and have his way with you. He enjoys sensory deprivation - blindfold, gag, etc. - he likes to keep you guessing. He wants you to react to his touch the most, loves the way you shiver in anticipation of what heāll do next.
Mixes pleasure and pain so effectively, you almost canāt tell which one youāre experiencing. Heāll be using his fingers masterfully on your sensitive spots at the same time that heāll be digging his nails into your back.
This is his area of expertise, so thereās no way heās going to let you go with only one orgasm. Heās going to make sure you have multiple before he's done with you. He loves overstimulation. If you start crying, heāll coo at you and wipe your tears, but he wonāt stop.
Always doms in demon form. He canāt help it, heās fully embodying his sin. No matter what heās doing with you, he wants you to remember that youāre being dominated by the Avatar of Lust.
Beelzebub
The softest of soft doms. Heās not really into degradation, so heās going to shower you with praise instead. Heās just going to mumble into your skin about how amazing you are and how lucky he is and so on and so forth. But donāt think that makes him a pushover.
Beel is a big strong demon and he will manhandle you. Probably his favorite thing is to just sit you in his lap and move you himself. Youāre riding him, but heās doing all the work.
Heāll tie you up if you want him to, but heās more likely to use things like blindfolds or gags. Only one at a time, he doesnāt want you completely helpless. He secretly likes it when you struggle against him, so he likes to keep your hands free.
Beel has a bit of a size kink where he likes his partners smaller than him, which works out because heās just generally much larger than most people. Even if youāre larger for a human, thatās still just a lil cutie to him. This kinda ties into the manhandling thing - he likes to pick you up and move you around himself. And he can do it, too, because of his size and strength. You might as well get used to it at this point.
He doesn't really enjoy inflicting pain. He's far more likely to use positive reinforcement than punishments. But if he has to get serious with you, it's going to be stuff like edging, orgasm denial, or overstimulation. If you're crying it's because of how he's making you feel, not because he's hurting you or insulting you. He finds it's just as effective, too.
If you ask, Beel will do pretty much anything you want. He'll work through the discomfort of hurting you if you enjoy it.
As always, Beel loves food. He'll involve any kind of food play he possibly can because he really can't help himself. It's like the ultimate expression of his sin - to involve food in these intimate moments with you.
Another one who will be incredibly attentive during after care. He wants to make sure you're okay. He will stay beside you as long as you need him. Probably brings you drinks and snacks, too. He's already been praising you all night, but prepare yourself for even more. You are everything to him, MC.
Belphegor
Kinda lazy for a dom, to nobodyās great surprise. He enjoys being one, but he tires out quickly. If he can make you do all the work, he will. Expect him to give you a lot of orders.
He really loves when you beg. He wants to see you on your knees and if you beg enough, heāll fill your mouth with his cock. You look so good, MC.
Heāll leave you tied up and unattended, too. Heāll just sit there and watch you, see how much you can handle before he does anything.
Belphie is, of course, into somnophilia. If you give him the go ahead, itās going to be any time he wakes up with you in his arms. If youāre still sleeping soundly, he wants you to stay asleep, heāll just take care of things himself. But if you do wake up, he'll probably whisper quietly in your ear about how he's just making all your wet dreams come true. In fact, we also know Belphie can go into dreams, soā¦ you can expect your normal dreams to become wet dreams if he shows up.
He likes exhibitionism and semi-public sex. He likes fucking you in places where youāre right next to other people, but youāre still trying to stay hidden. So heāll use his hand to cover your mouth, trying to muffle your noises. But itās only because he likes the way it feels to gag you that way. He doesnāt actually mind if youāre discovered.
He likes dirty talk and degradation. He will absolutely call you all kinds of filthy names. Itās not all like that, though, heāll also throw in some praise. Especially when youāre whimpering beneath him and he's losing control because he feels so good. That's when he starts telling you how good you are.
Belphie is kind of an after care guy by default. After he's had his way with you, even if he was really rough (which he probably was), he just wants to snuggle and cuddle and sleep. He'll also kiss you slowly and softly and lazily because he likes the way your lips feel.
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Monster!Kƶnig with Spitfire Bunny!Reader whoās constantly trying to make him take her seriously as a soldier, but he canāt becauseā¦look at you? Kƶnig desperately wants to break her bubble that everyone else who seems to be so accepting of a āweakerā creature being among their ranks are simply just trying to cozy up to her and get in her pants. (May have accidentally sent this twice so please ignore if you see this again)
You are accepted as a supply runner for one simple reason - they all wanted to look at the way your ass was shaking as you desperately tried to keep up with predator hybrids, and they liked giving you orders that made your face twitch in that adorable little expression. It made you look fucking adorable, and Konig loved seeing you all sweaty and tired after a good mission. Well, as good of a mission as he let you take. Nothing too dangerous for his fluffy princess, of course, just some easy human work. Even rebels tend to soften at the sight of fluffy ears and twitching noses, and it was usually the last mistake they'd make. You're not letting anyone get in your panths though! Even as your bunny heat comes closer and closer and you're starting to rub your twitching, juicy pussy on every corner of the base table in Konig's office, you still refuse to cave to your instincts and let the nearest hybrid mount you until your belly is full of little hybrid bunnies. You're trying your best to appear cool, professional, your face isn't betraying your emotions even as Konig was spending his days playing and squeezing your tail as if it was his stress toy. Oh, but when your heat does come...Konig, as a good commander and an example to his men, decided to take the responsibility of ensuring that your sweet bunny hole is stuffed with his tentacles. Who needs a whole team of monsters to satisfy your breeding urges when you have your colonel, ready to fuck you through the days, until you're absolutely spent and stuffed with his eggs? Konig is excited to give you a new, very important role in the squad - being his little stress relief, a bunny-shaped fucktoy and an incubator to his eggs. His bloodline is so strong as an eldritch monster, you wouldn't want it to be over, right? Like a good girl, you should spread your pretty legs for him every time he wants and make sure all of your holes are available.
At least now Konig lets you nap in his office and won't let your former squadmates make fun of your new status as a sex relief...although the base is just quite salty that the cutest bunny girl out there was taken by the colonel himself, without a chance of him sharing with his fellow man. At least they can still see how cute your tail looks every time Konig uses it as a leverage to fuck you even harder.
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# BATBOYS WITH A SUNSHINE!READER āā .ā¦ ( basically batboys with a optimistic reader )
a/n: this was requested by anon (here) but anywayss i think Iām gonna do the world tour thing after my winter inspired fics/hcs end on like February 28th! (Dw iāll still do the world tour thingy in between) but yahh also I desperately need writer mutals + mutals I mssg daily like Iām a very kind person idm if you dm me at like 4 AM, tags: (batboys x fem!reader)
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DICK GRAYSON āā .ā¦
Absolutely smitten. Your optimism is like a magnet for Dick, who thrives on positivity.
He calls you his ālittle ray of sunshineā (even if you roll your eyes at the nickname).
If heās feeling down, your relentless optimism is a game changer. āHow do you do that? How do you make the world seem soā¦ bright all the time?ā
Constantly teases you, especially if youāre being overly cheerful during random moments. āAre you seriously smiling right now? Weāre getting ready to head to bed!ā
But secretly, he loves it. Your energy balances his occasional doubts && insecurities. (he lovesss positive people who live in their own world)
Dick starts picking up on your habits leaving little notes of encouragement, giving random compliments to strangers and realizes how much better it makes his day.
JASON TODD āā .ā¦
At first, heās skeptical. Heās not used to someone so genuinely cheerful, and he might think youāre putting on an act.
āHow are you this happy all the time? Whatās your secret? Coffee? Dark magic?ā, āI just like seeing the world differently, Iām a poet in my mind.ā
But over time, he warms up to your positivity and even craves it (to a point he gets sad if you arenāt around for more than 4 hours). Youāre the light that cuts through his darker moments and more sulking personality.
āI donāt know how you do it, but you make me feel like the worldās not completely screwed.ā, āwhat did you say?-ā, āNothing go back to sleep.ā
He pretends to be annoyed when you try to cheer him up after a rough day, but he secretly loves when you coax a laugh out of him.
Jason starts jokingly calling you his āemotional support sunshine.ā Heāll tell Roy, āYeah, theyāre like my personal antidepressant.ā
Will protect your positivity at all costs. If anyone tries to dim your light, theyāll have to deal with him.
TIM DRAKE āā .ā¦
Finds your optimism so refreshing. Tim can be a little too caught up in stress and overthinking, so your energy is like a breath of fresh air.
Heās constantly asking, āHow are you so happy all the time? Teach me your ways.ā
If you leave him little notes of encouragement, heāll treasure them forever. He has a drawer full of them and pulls one out whenever heās having a bad day.
Sometimes, your cheerfulness makes him feel a little guilty. āYouāre so good, and here I am being a grump.ā But you always remind him itās okay to have bad days.
Tim loves how you bring optimism even to his most chaotic moments. āYeah, sure, weāre being late, but hey, at least itās not raining, right?ā
Heād be a little overwhelmed by your energy at times, but he admires you deeply for seeing the good in everything.
DAMIAN WAYNE āā .ā¦
Damian does not know what to do with you at first. Your cheerfulness is a complete mystery to him.
āWhy are you smiling? We are surrounded by incompetence.ā
He pretends to be annoyed, but deep down, he finds your positivity oddly comforting.
Over time, he starts looking forward to your optimistic take on things. āYes, fine, maybe there is a silver lining. Stop gloating.ā
You have a knack for breaking through his tough exterior. If heās grumpy, youāll say something so genuinely kind that he canāt help but soften.
Damian secretly loves how you see the good in him, even when he doesnāt see it himself.
He starts to mimic your habits, like giving Alfred small compliments or trying to look on the bright side, but heāll deny it if you call him out.
BRUCE WAYNE āā .ā¦
Bruce admires your positivity but doesnāt always understand it. āHow do you manage to stay so cheerful in Gotham of all places?ā
At first, he worries your optimism will make you naive, but he quickly realizes itās your strength.
Your energy is a stark contrast to his brooding nature, and he starts leaning on it more than he cares to admit.
When heās stuck in his head or doubting himself, you always know what to say to pull him out of it.
āYou make it sound so simple,ā he says after you give him one of your pep talks. But he smiles because somehow, you do make it simple.
You bring a sense of warmth and nostalgia into the Wayne Manor. Bruce finds himself more relaxed when youāre around, even in the middle of chaos.
Heāll never admit it to the others, but your optimism is one of his favorite things about you.
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okay hi sorry i need to talk about the lucanis romance for a moment and why i think it's absolutely perfect. spoilers below the cut ofc
so obviously there are a limited number of romance scenes. i really do believe in the case of lucanis' romance this lends itself to telling his story.
we learn through party banter with him and emmerich that his relationship with rook is his first. and that's not suprising really, he's an assassin. he faces death constantly and aside from the fact that he could die at any moment, being in a relationship gives his enemies a weak spot to exploit. love and the weakness required to accept and give it is a risk he cannot afford in his line of work.
then you add on the fact that he's been in the ossuary for a year. he was definitely sure he was never getting out of there. and then he does but he's possessed.
so here's rook. and they're flirting with him and being all enticing and he thinks they're great. but he doesn't deserve love and he certainly can't risk it. he's an abomination, he'll put them in danger. and what happens afterwards? when he goes back to taking contracts? it only takes pissing off the wrong person once for rook to be in danger. so he mostly just talks around it. tried not to think about it or aknowledge it.
and then spite breaks through for the second time. and there's rook. again. and they're soft and understanding and kind and they remind him that under everything else, all of the trauma and the fear, he's human. they make him feel so safe and he starts to let his walls down.
we can't know for sure why he pulls away in that moment, but i think it's because he reminds himself how dangerous it is for him and for rook. he wants them terribly but it's such an awful no good idea so he drags himself away.
but he still cares for them. he makes them dessert and he keeps them safe and eventually he has to admit to himself that they're not just friends anymore.
and then rook is taken into the fade by solas.
he never tells rook, you only find this out in a bellara romance, but rook is in the fade for weeks.
all that time, lucanis is there and he's just full of regret. because holy shit he's fallen in love with them and now they're gone and he should've just told them. he should've held them like he wanted. because now he can't and he never will again.
and then they're back.
and he comes into their room and his words are so simple.
"i never thought id see you again. i thought id lost you"
and obviously the rest of his dialogue can vary in this scene but all of it is SO weighted if you consider the fact that he really did think they were dead.
"i do. i know how to feel."
"it's one of the things i love about you"
"i'm not going anywhere."
he is in LOVE with them and he's tired of fighting it. he's tired of pretending he isn't. he's tired of denying himself of what he wants because he's scared. because ultimately he did lose them, despite how careful he'd been, and it hurt just the same.
"i know how to feel." because he DOES now.
so in the last battle, before you fight elgernan, he tells you again just how much he loves you. how he'll do anything he needs to to be back in your arms when it's over. because those weeks without you were torture and he never wants to do that again. he wasted all that time terrified to hurt you but you got hurt anyway. why keep pretending? why keep denying himself the person he wants more than anything in the world? he goes from 0-100 because this is so much more real now. there's so much to lose.
"i've assumed you knew my heart because it beats for you. it's been beating... when i wanted you. when i was afraid to want you... tell me this ends with me asleep in your arms and i will kill any god you ask."
this one sentence conveys EVERYTHING. all of his longing throughout the game. how long he has loved rook. he didn't say it because he was afraid. but he's not afraid anymore.
so much of lucanis' romance is about subtext. it's about the things he doesn't say rather than the things he does.
i think it's absolutely beautiful.
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You are running naked in the Jungle, searching frantically.
You look and you see another human, the first one you've seen in months and you run towards them.
āThank God! Listen, we need to get out of here immediately, it's dangerous! Do you know the way out? Back to civilization?ā
You feel a tentacle around your ankles
[Months? Couldn't be me, I'd just die. Let's downsize that to a week. Fem reader.]
TW: Reader has a self-loathing inner monologue; Reader is in a bad place mentally; Dubcon to full consent.
It was a stupid idea.
You knew that when you started it. So did everyone that tried to convince you otherwise. But common sense isn't something that could have stopped someone like you, someone who was ill enough to think taking a break from life in the middle of buttfuck nowhere would work out.
You didn't even have any sort of experience in this type of thing. Neither did you seek any kind of useful tips.
You just wanted to escape.
And you did, literally, into a forested nightmare that you got lost in not even hours after your arrival.
You just wish you could find your car, you just wish you could find somewhere warm and comforting to sleep in.
It's been days. Probably a week by now. Your stuff all disappeared, somehow. You swear you're not tripping, it all just vanished! Your phone, your bag, your keys...
Your back hurts, the nights are cold and humid and you're sure you're getting sick by now. Clean water would be a godsend, you've been drinking and cleaning yourself with some questionable-looking sources for a while. Not to mention you can't feed yourself properly, and you certainly don't know how to hunt.
Not that there's much to hunt. Every time you think you hear a peep, there's a brush of foliage and silence dominates seconds later.
You're going to die.
A horrifying reminder that has your chest pounding painfully and sweat glistening on your forehead.
You don't want to die.
But the modern human wasn't born for the wilderness, and you can only stand being clothed for a little longer before the sensation of being dirty has you clawing the skin off your body.
It was a fucking miracle that you managed to get a small fire going.
Finally.
You can heat up that fish you caught earlier.
If it's still good. Is... This is safe to eat, right?
You lean to sniff at the leaf-wrapped catch.
Eh. You can stomach it...
God, you're starving.
One thing that's been bugging you for a while is how... Deserted this whole place feels.
You're no wildlife expert, but isn't this kind of location supposed to be brimming with animals? Why is it that, everywhere you go, it's mostly just you and insects bumbling around?
Shouldn't there be some mammals here? Some birds? Maybe a squirrel or a snake... Aren't there predators you'd have to worry about in this kind of scenario?
Ironically, being alone makes you feel even more stressed out than if you were constantly surrounded by wild animals.
You huddle closer to the small fire.
Alone.
But always so on edge.
Always getting that tingling feeling crawling up your spine.
The one that screams- Look, look behind you! You're in danger!
The phantom feeling of something hovering behind your neck, goosebumps that hardly fade every time you do turn around to check and find nothing.
Is this a normal amount of paranoia for your situation? Is this your brain trying to cope with the fact that you haven't seen much wildlife so far?
Or is there something watching you from beyond the trees?
Something stalking.
A persistence predator, coming and going, to check on its latest prey.
Oh, and what a catch you are. Big and juicy compared to the things that probably roam this place -Roamed, more like...
Have you wandered into the territory of something that'll inevitably snap its jaws around your neck?
...
Just eat the fucking fish already.
Food.
Focus on the present.
The smell starts to hit your nose. Salt, oh what you wouldn't do for some simple salt. How do people get salt?
You're glad you got some berries along the way too, because this fish is probably going to taste like ass. You're sure they aren't poisonous or anything of the sort. If they are, then you've been eating them for the past few days so honestly you could keel over at any moment.
You'll see.
Once the fish has roasted enough where it's likely safe to consume, you peel it open messily and start munching indiscriminately, ravenous.
It's... Well, it's sustenance.
It's about the most nutritious thing you've eaten since you got here.
This survival thing is harder than the fake actors on TV make it seem.
A sudden crack of a branch has you pausing mid-chew.
You truly feel like a deer when your head snaps up and you stand very still to listen for a follow-up.
Nothing.
Tired eyes strain, trying to make sense of a darkened blob in the distance.
Huh.
What the fuck is that thing?
Tall.
Two legs...
Arms?!
Shit- Could it be?!
That can't be possible, someone else roaming around this maddening forest. Is that a sign that you're somehow getting closer to civilization? That you're making it out by sheer luck? What cosmic force could be on your side this time? Maybe they just live here, like some kind of off-grid retired agent- Okay, you've been watching too many movies.
Without stopping to think twice about frankly important concerns regarding this sudden development, you place the cooked fish down on the leaf it was previously wrapped in and start scooting forward towards the silhouette you saw.
That build can only belong to a man. Well, you assume as much anyway. It's hard to spot more from here, with the foliage covering their form.
" H- Hey... "
You haven't used your voice in a hot minute. Some part of you almost doesn't recognize it. A healthy dose of paranoia stops you from brushing aside the obstacles and facing this person.
But you need to at least try, right?
The worst that can happen is that you really are hallucinating for some reason or another.
With a surge of bravery, but mostly desperation, you push all the branches and greenery away to run towards this person, opening your mouth to greet them, to beg for help, ask for new clothes or just something cooked!
" Hey! Please, I need your... Help? "
Nothing.
There's no one.
But that doesn't make sense, you clearly saw a silhouette, someone was there! You didn't even have to run that far, how could it be that you already lost sight of them? That they could get away so silently?
No. Everything's wrong.
Before you know it, your vision is blurring and your face heats as tears stain your cheeks.
Why... Why would your mind fuck with you like this? Going from a shining shred of hope to complete despair in seconds has you screaming inside.
Why is this happening to you?
Are you really about to die in a stupid fucking patch of nothing just because you can't deal with the stress in your life like a normal person? Just because you made one bad decision when everything was weighing heavy on your conscience? Are you really so incompetent and so pointless as a human that this is how your story ends?
Anger and regret blind you to everything, fingers course through your knotted hair as you sob and tug, having no way to calm yourself and nothing to unleash your tension onto.
The moment you try to stomp your foot in a petulant act, you find it rooted to the ground. It takes a couple more insistent tugs upward for you to realize that something is coiled around it, keeping it firmly planted.
The train wreck of emotions and bile of self-hating thoughts takes a backseat, goosebumps pricking your skin from tip of the head to your very toes. The first thing you think of is some kind of snake, eyes bulging behind digits.
You look down frantically, shaking, but in spite of the sky being clear, all you see is this reddish mass, with neither end nor beginning. What... What the fuck is it?!
The thing tightens around your ankle, starting to slide up the length of your right leg, up to your knee. And immediately, you panic, kicking and shrieking, achieving absolutely nothing and getting promptly tugged to the ground.
Yeah.
Maybe freaking out isn't the best bet for your survival here.
Twigs and dirt get on your face, it takes some coughing and swiping to finally clear your field of view. But honestly...
You almost wish you hadn't.
Curved over your prone figure, staring down, is a creature you have never seen before.
Bipedal and quite large, like the silhouette you had glimpsed before, but so very far from human. The reddish coloration spanning the length of that bizarre body makes him -Because, again, you can only assume that is a male- Look as if he's made of flesh quickly molded together to imitate the figure of a human. What initially made you think he was skinless soon turns into the realization that there was never room for skin anyway.
Because his body is quite literally comprised of what you can only call tentacles. Tendrils and coiling tissue that clings and organizes itself in the vague lie of an organism like yours.
From elbows to fingers and knees to feet, the tendrils become a lot more discernable, coiling and uncoiling while he watches curiously. The thing around your leg is one of said tendrils, coming from the mass forming his own. Along the length of its torso, sharp-toothed mouths form and shift, almost seeming to have a mind of their own as they scent the air and snap at nothing.
That head has got to be the most striking feature. It's an amalgamation of tentacles all wrapped around each other, leaving room for an incredibly sharp golden eye to fix you in place. This thing looks like it crawled out of a sleeping ocean, like the roots and vines of an ancient jungle came together to form a totally new an extension of themselves. He looks like he's been sculped from the guts of others yet also composed in a way your mind could never hope to grasp.
Somewhere between trying to determine if you're dealing with an animal or a person, you reach the conclusion that an animal wouldn't stare you down for this long.
An animal would take a couple of seconds to determine if you're prey or predator and act accordingly. He would have snapped your neck or suffocated you like a boa constrictor with those tentacles by now.
And yet, he just stares.
Like you're the strangest creature to ever grace the woods this thing probably calls a home. You're as freaky to him as he is to you, enough so that he seems out of depth on how to proceed.
You stare back.
This has got to be the monster that you saw back there. Watching you. Now that you think about it, maybe this was the reason you'd always have a tingling sensation reminding you that you're not alone. Because he was there all that time, stalking.
Plenty were the moments he could have dug your grave until now. It's strange that he hasn't. Because surely, he's seen how you're failing to adapt to this location. Every step you take, you're stumbling and getting pricked, hungry, thirsty, afraid, disoriented- You're a fish out of water and he could have ended that misery a long time ago.
Odd.
Neither of you move. It blinks, vertically. You blink too.
And then, it makes this chitter.
Wet, like a gargle, followed by some kind of rumbling as more of those tendrils that form his limbs unwind, explore.
They reach down towards your frame when he squats, and you stifle the urge to scream at the sight of them getting nearer. Because who knows what he's going to do...
They poke and prod, grabbing lightly at parts of you, wet yet not quite. Two coil around your arms, then elbows, then wrists.
Other strays squirm around your sides, unintentionally triggering a squirming reflex as you muffle helpless laughter.
The monster seems intrigued by the noise anyway, making his own vocalizations as if attempting to communicate with you.
Abruptly, there's a blur of movement and you're yanked into the air by the arms, shrieking in fear and pain.
Not for long, because more of his freaky, flowing appendages wind around your middlesection, hips and knees, pulling in different directions.
In seconds, mere moments, this being has you suspended in the air.
Immediately, your panicked mind is going places where it absolutely shouldn't.
He seems more relaxed now that you're restrained, that gaze becomes softer, clouded with curiosity. To be monitoring you this long, you don't doubt he has his own questions and intrigue regarding how you work.
When that hulking red mass walks towards you, anxiety prevents your mouth from staying shut.
" H- Hi? "
A sound not too different from the peep of a skittish bird.
One that causes him to cock his head in a brief pause, processing the noise, and returning it with his own light gurgle. One of the mouths on his figure gets the pitch right down to a T.
Soon, he's lacing a hand through your hair, grabbing it, manipulating the protrusion and stroking your head inquisitively. He squeezes and almost scritches at your scalp, reminding you of the way someone acts when spotting a particularly cute cat. Yes, hair is likely a mystery to this creature, you can kind of understand why it'd linger here.
But that doesn't change the fact that you're being patted like a pet by a strange, unknowable creature- And that's morbidly hilarious.
When your cheeks start to puff with laughter, his attention finally deviates. You can feel the tendrils that form every digit when he splays them across your face, tracing your eyebrows, playing with the tip of your nose and even trying to poke into your ears- Something he halts when you jerk away rapidly each time.
When he starts trying to put a digit in your mouth, he's a lot more careful, aware that you have teeth and can bite, even if yours are quite small and blunt compared to the ones he sports. He succeeds, because your strength is nothing compared to that of a monster of his size and nature. The digit he dips into your mouth rests there placidly for a couple of moments.
You aren't sure what to do. Biting is not a bright idea when you know this creature can probably easily dismember you in this position. He himself looks slightly lost, as if he put his finger in your mouth out of impulse mostly. A false sense of security begets your own curiosity.
Perhaps you're just insane already -That probably says a lot about your overall mental fortitude- But seeing another living being that behaves and looks vaguely like what you might call a person makes you feel calmer than you have since the beginning of all this. You know it's an irrational feeling, that you're not any safer than before, but it's a thread of comfort you desperately cling to.
And it's what allows you to look this thing in the eye while you experimentally lick his bizarre tendril-clump of a finger.
It was only a little flick.
But naturally, he felt it.
The monster rumbles something incomprehensible at you, leaning closer still to cast a shadow upon your front. In this position, he looms between your clothed legs, though seems mostly unaware of the lurid position he's got you in, fixated on your mouth.
The sensation of his digit unfolding into two separate thin tentacles is bizarre. You picture a human finger splitting in two and curse your brain. Said tentacles poke and wriggle, capturing your tongue between themselves.
Yes, that's probably the part of your body that most closely resembles the mass of prehensile tissue composing his own.
The touch has you drooling, saliva trying to break down something probably few to no humans have ever come in contact with. He tastes slimy yet slightly rugged in some areas, not something you'd write home about.
Reflex has your poor muscle squirming to be freed, but that only causes him to tighten the grasp upon it. And, surprisingly, to let out this humid noise that sounds far too much like a groan of delight for you to interpret it as anything else.
There's a pause from your part as you wonder, incredulously, if this thing just got turned on.
There's not much time to ponder, because that digit very quickly slips out, and as he examines the sheen of drool on it, something else steadily approaches your mouth.
Ah, you've graduated from finger to proper tentacle mouthfucking. Commendable.
Making light of the situation is about the least recommended course of action, but after what you've endured so far, you think you deserve to be a little, tiny bit, insane.
Apparently convinced that you won't try to harm him, the crimson monster wiggles that darkened appendage and taps it against your lips, seeming very interested in how this is unfolding.
You should not have opened your mouth.
But you did.
And he visibly brightened up.
The tendril wedges itself in without much hesitation, resting upon your tongue. Much thicker than his digit, your jaw has no choice but to stretch, and your lips wrap around it in a rather phallic, dirty image. You barely realize you're making an effort not to scrape your teeth on the appendage. Perhaps because the sensation of it is a tad spongy and remarkably similar to that of any standard manhood.
And, as if to give reason to your lewd comparison, he shudders at the warmth of your wet mouth, the thing pulsing within you.
While he mostly simply lets the extremity sit there motionlessly, you do explore, trying to lick around it out of morbid curiosity. He watches you avidly, but apparently, what really gets to this bizarre entity is feeling you suck down the saliva that pools in your cheeks, swallowing.
Suction. Because of course he'd enjoy that. What man doesn't?
That begs the question, is the thing in your mouth part of his genitals?
Again, thinking is a privilege you can't afford when that tentacle starts sliding down your throat experimentally. It doesn't take him long to trigger your gag reflex, a violent kick and curve forward from your part causing him to pull back quickly. But he continues to test the waters afterwards, probably seeking the sensation of your stressed throat muscles tightening around him.
Instinct takes over.
Because even if he seems truly out of his depth maneuvering a human body, he's curious and, if you had to guess, attracted to you. Enough to put sensitive things in your mouth, to fetishize that part of you. Hormones make things work, which means he soon realizes he can make repetitive back and forth motions to get friction.
And so, just like that, you're getting fucked in the mouth, inside the woods, by an eldritch abomination of a monster you might find in a cheaply made H. P Lovecraft rip-off.
It should not arouse you.
It should horrify you.
... But it doesn't.
Those reactions are missing, leaving you befuddled at your own enjoyment of the situation. Are you just happy to have someone around? Has it truly been so long since you received this type of attention that you don't mind if it comes from an entity of unknown origin who is clearly not civilized? Are you just a freak actively discovering new sides of your sexuality?
Who knows anymore.
All you know is that there's a wet noise ringing every time he thrusts that slimy thing into your mouth, that he's resorted to gripping your hips hard while making intense eye contact, that he growls and gurgles whenever you have enough control to suck at him. If you had to guess, it's his unwavering, lewd and fascinated observation of your face and lips that has you likely forming a wet spot on your poor pants.
You think your wanton squirming is subtle, but reality proves otherwise when the monster starts getting distracted, one of those pupils shifting to the rhythmic movement of your legs as you shamelessly seek friction. At first, he seems irritated, as if questioning why you'd want to leave when you'd been so docile so far.
Then it appears to click.
You can almost see it in his face, in spite of how inhuman it is, that eureka moment.
And the tendril in your mouth slows down to a crawl.
He starts pawing and pulling at your pants, but not aimlessly. Not at all. He's studied you, he knows what he's looking for, the button and the zipper. You pale a few shades, the only way this thing could know how to take pants off is if it saw you doing it, if it saw you relieving yourself or trying to bathe to avoid infections.
Just how many embarrassing moments did he catch?
Too many, probably.
Still, you're pleasantly surprised to see him so easily remove the garment, fluidly shifting the positions of his tendrils to avoid tangling the fabric in them. Your pants come off without a single blemish, aside from those they sustained previously. Is he removing them so carefully because he thinks you need them to survive or is he just being considerate?
Your underwear is treated the same way, he spares no extra thought to it, and only appears to pause once your pussy is exposed.
Usually, you'd feel self-conscious in this position. There's not a lot you can do to properly groom yourself without the simple privilege of soap and whatnot... But what does it matter here? As far as you know, for this monster, pussy is pussy regardless of it being shaved or bush-heavy, "perfumed" or au naturel.
And a soaked, needy hole is hard for a lonesome monster to ignore.
He looms closer to your womanhood, watching closely, gargling a string of vocalizations you still can't interpret, until another tentacle slithers into scene and slaps against your cunt.
No, literally.
The thing whips from mound to the bottom of your entrance, swiping up and down in a pace that has you seeing stars every time it flicks your clitoris and catches on a clenching entrance. To say your legs kick out occasionally from the intensity of the stimulus is no exaggeration, but he's quick to adapt his hold so you have no way of wiggling aside.
You don't know why it's doing that, but frankly, you don't care much, it just feels good. A racing heart and a heaving chest have you tipping your head back to moan against the thing stuffed in your mouth. You realize, a little belatedly, that he was probably mostly just trying to lube that appendage with your own arousal.
Your plump pussy still tingles when the assault stops on all sides, you strain to watch what he's doing, observing the monster evaluate the sheen now coating that wriggling extremity.
He's less careful than before now, a product of excitement no doubt, parking the somewhat thicker length at your entrance and pushing in tentatively for only a couple of moments before ramming a decent chunk of that tendril into your cunt.
Eyes bulging, you spit out a beastial sound that startles the monster, panting as you try to get used to the sudden stretch. He's reached a depth within you no one else has found before, and the pressure is such so that you've been robbed of the ability to speak.
He shouldn't be that far in you.
You may come from extremely distinct backgrounds, but some things are vastly universal, like the facial expression of pain. Which, credit where credit is due, he picks up on relatively fast. The moment the entity removes a good chunk of its length, you sigh and sag in momentous relief. That's a lot better. You still feel as if you're being stuffed to the brim, but there's no longer that stabbing pain.
He understands what he did wrong after a couple of still moments and some bizarre palping sensation from your insides.
Much like the previous tendril in your mouth, this one too starts to thrust back and forth, with more care now, experimenting with differing speeds and curling in various ways as he gets closer and closer to watch how you react.
You're no researcher, but maybe if the mounting pleasure wasn't swimming to your head and making it very very hard to think coherently right now, you'd be fascinated with the way this monster is being so thorough in his examination of you, wanting to learn what makes you tick in every way, what has you choking out noises and rolling your eyes.
So intense is the heat rushing through your body from his repeated, filthy motions that you hardly notice anything happening until his all-seeing eye is almost glued to your face. The tips of the tentacles that make up his rather disturbing head unfurl and appear to drip downwards, clinging to the sides of your face so he can fix it in place, observe every detail as soon as you part your mouth to moan and gasp and babble nonsense. Each noise you make is eagerly eaten up, he tries to mimic the same motions that make you squeal as if begging for more of them.
There's no time to warn or even shriek about it, your orgasm barrels its way down your body with the intensity of a bullet, curving you in its tentacles, a breathless "oh" being all you can offer as your abdominal muscles contract and you squeeze the life out of the tendril inside you, making a mess that drips to the ground between you two.
It may not have been easy to spot in that pleasured trance, but the monster halted to watch it all unfold, mesmerized. Retracting to test the nature of the new slick now grossly painting you.
By the time you're done riding the high of your climax, you've been shifted again, this time a little lower, and you find the entity staring down to the spot where your core meets something that wasn't there before.
You'll admit you didn't have the time to properly process the full extent of his appearance when he first appeared before your stunned self. Now you're unsure if this monster had some kind of pelvic pouch, or if he merely unfolded two more tendrils out of his mass where one would expect a dick to be.
The two appendages wriggle and roll impatiently, seeking each other before parting in search of heat, of wetness, slapping against your belly and thighs. They may not look like it, but you can only guess those are his cocks. And he's considering something quietly.
It's hard to tell what he's thinking right now, the communication barrier doesn't help. Maybe he worries that the length of them will hurt you. Perhaps he wonders if he can impregnate you this way. It could just be that he thinks perhaps mating with a strange human is not a good idea, but the way those things are spreading a coat of thick precum on your skin says otherwise.
Instead of letting his stall further, a small hand reaches down to feather over the tip of one of those members, immediately getting captured and pulled at in the process. His figure rattles, hips offering a useless piston before his head snaps back up to watch you.
" ... Try putting one in. "
You murmur, knowing damn well it can't understand a single word.
He looks back down, peels back to spread your cuntlips invitingly, then seems to make up his mind, allowing the very tips of both squirming cocks to connect with your entrance. They've found warmth and they're desperate to worm in, stretching and flirting with your walls.
You grin incredulously, already trying to guess what it'll feel like, gasping as soon as he leans forward and allows more exploration. The first hint of a burn arrives as he rumbles in delight-
But a branch snaps in the distance.
And the moment is ruined because he halts immediately, your cry of frustration ignored entirely.
His body twists in an unnatural way so he can glance behind, inhuman eye seeing through greenery and undoubtedly spotting something off.
In the tense quiet that has now settled, even you pick up on the faraway mumbles of what must be people.
Eyes widening, snapping out of this episode, you begin to squirm earnestly now, wanting to see them, to find a way back, to go home!
Finally, people came looking for you!
The monster snaps back around, making you realize how truly fucked you are in these circumstances. Something flashes in that gaze, a hint of contempt, of hurt maybe.
Something too human to fall upon such a nightmarish face.
You can only scream as more tendrils dart in lightening speeds to cocoon you inside them. That single noise being all that escapes before you're forcibly gagged and physically thrown over the monster's shoulder.
His molding body swings from tree to tree in a blur of movement, taking you God knows where...
And leaving your saviors in the dust.
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