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the-cauldron-witch · 1 month ago

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Howdy T'Witch! It makes me so happy that you got your blog all up and designed! Those are big days and I’m happy that it looks so good! Hopefully you think so too!

I say that your writing requests were open and I’d love to pick your brain on some light angst if you’re up for it! No worries if you ain’t because hey understandable. The holidays be crazyyyyyy 🤪

But maybe to something to think about if you’re bored and whatever. But I wanted to ask on how do you think the Bayverse Boys would respond to you (y/n) getting amnesia and forgetting about them completely for whatever reason for how ever long? Do you think they’d try to rejog their memory or try to love them better with the chance of a fresh start? Or something else entirely. I am curious and I’d love to hear your thoughts if you’ve got the time and energy. Thanks for existing!

Hey Anon! (It’s weird to type this and have you not actually be an anon lmao)

I am very happy I finally have my blog up and running how I like, it finally feels like a little home to me. Thank you for noticing! 🫂🫂🫂

Thank you so much for sending an ask, I’m going to have fun with this one! I’m giving them a happy ending though, cause I can’t write angst and not give my boys a good ending. (Also completely unedited and not proof read lol)

Leonardo

The worry and anxiety he feels in the pit of his stomach like he swallowed a lead weight is one thing, but the chest-clenching heartbreak when you shriek at the sight of him and had no recollection of his existence is another.

He keeps a stoic face once you’ve calmed down and while explaining who he is to you, but really this poor guy is absolutely gutted. It takes so much of him to keep a straight face.

Still a bit of a helicopter, using any subtle opportunity to jog your memory of himself. He’ll make a cup of tea for you in the exact way he did on your first date, subtly comment on your outfit when he recognizes it’s something he bought you, anything he could think of to hopefully remind you.

This man does not sleep the entire time. You aren’t sleeping in his bed, how could he anyway? Once he is sure you are fully asleep, he comes to check on you. Listen to see if you talk in your sleep, mumbling about memories or just in case a nightmare decides to haunt you.

When he can’t check on you or do really anything else, he’s meditating in order to keep his emotions in line. He’s completely destroyed, so meditating for hours on end is the only way he can keep himself in check.

Although he’s snappy, irritable, and driving everyone but you away, what Leo really needs is one of his brothers to ignore the attitude and just stand there and let him get it out. By the time he’s done he’s already apologized a hundred times, he’s just lost and broken hearted.

Out of all his brothers, Raph is probably the one that cracks him and gets him to just spit it out. They all know what’s going on and how much Leo’s hurting from it all, but he still needs to let it out. Raph can handle the attitude with ease, brushing it aside and letting Leo get himself together

After what feels like an eternity, you gain your memory back at the most random of times while you happened to be watching him practice his kata. When you start babbling memories excitedly, he picks you up in a hug and cries into you.

It doesn’t matter if anyone’s watching, he’s crying and just so grateful that you remember who he is. Weeping tears of joy and the bottled anxiety finally burst as he holds you. Bear with this poor guy, it’s been a ride for both of you really.

Raphael

This poor guy is so surprised and in shock when you don’t remember him, he thinks you’re playing some sort of prank on him at first.

“Heh- babe, c’mon…don’t joke around like dat”

Once it hits him that this isn’t a prank or joke, you genuinely do not know who he is, Raph practically shuts down.

The love of his life doesn’t remember who he is, even looks at him like he’s the monster he felt he was before meeting you. It breaks his heart so much he locks himself away for a day or two, unfortunately leaving you more confused.

When you start wanting to be near him- no, needing to be near him, is when he starts coming around. He found you pacing back and forth in front of his bedroom door like a cat waiting to enter a closed off room one night.

You couldn’t explain it, but you have this invisible pull and primal need to be near him somehow. To be close, even touching him. Although you don’t remember why, you just know you need to,

Raph starts coming out of his room and trying to act normal, but when his brothers look him in the face an see how red and raw his eyes are, the dark circles, and the heartbreak in his eyes, they know it’s just an act but wisely choose not to comment.

He catches you staring at him while he’s working out, chuckling as you bashfully try to shy away. He doesn’t tease or joke though, instead encourages you to come watch

“I miss my favorite spotting partner,” Raph admits, hoping that will help jog your memory a little. It doesn’t outright, but you do find yourself already knowing how to spot him.

After a few days of you following Raph around like a lost puppy, your memory finally comes crashing back to you when Raph slipped the boxing gloves on you for practice.

Relief. So much relief it washes over Raph like a tidal wave that nearly knocks him off his feet. He holds you and kisses you, telling you repeatedly how grateful and happy he is you have your memory and you’re here. The tears will come at night while the two of you are in bed for the night, but he holds you and everything is okay.

Donatello

Initiate full on analytical mode. He is immediately going through a thousand different scenarios and cures in his head, he almost forgets that *you forgot* who he was all together, so his babbling did nothing to calm you down.

Even with all his knowledge and abilities, it still doesn’t negate the overwhelming emotions he feels when you don’t recognize him. It hurts, makes it hard for Donnie to even breathe, but he hides it behind his science and research.

Sitting in front of his computer for days on end in between checking up on your, it becomes almost like an obsession for Donnie to get your memory back. At the risk of his own health and wellbeing, he does not stop.

From using scents he knows you enjoy, like that cologne you bought for him as a gift or your favorite body wash, tasting your favorite coffee or the tiramisu Donnie bought for the two of you on a date once.

Let’s put on that movie we watched on that one Valentine’s weekend; you were obsessed with it for weeks!

Oh, what if Donnie took you to that rooftop the two of you saw a comet in the night sky once? It was absolutely beautiful, but wasn’t nearly as beautiful as you, he confided.

Countless hours of research keep Donnie from sleeping, honestly at one point contemplating how he could just straight main-line caffeine into his blood stream to stay awake.

Without warning one night, you come into his lab and demand he sleep. Not ask, not coax, you demand Donnie to get in bad with you and get some sleep. He questions if you’ve finally gotten your memory back, but sadly no. And he’s crushed. But you still demand he lay down in bed with you.

Crawling into bed with you with awkward limbs, Donnie is surprised that you lay down exactly as you always do with him. Even without memory, it was like your body still remembered how you fit together.

Quiet tears fall as Donnie holds onto you, sleep mercifully taking him into a deep slumber. Guilt crawled its way into your stomach while trying to sleep, wishing that your memory would just return so you could stop all of this.

Waking up in the morning, you blinked with shock as you look at Donnie- looked at him like you knew him again. And you did. You had woken up with your memory by some miracle.

Kissing and hugging you with love and relief, Donnie can’t keep his hands off of you or keep the tears from smudging his glasses. It was all so hard to believe while it was happening that now it was over, it felt like the end of a tornado.

The two of you decide to sleep in a little longer, only because Donnie could barely hold his eyes open. Frankly, sleep was probably what you needed too after all this.

Michelangelo

Confused. Downright, no jokes confused. How could you not remember him so suddenly? Time just doesn’t erase like that right?

Mikey asks Donnie a million and one questions, repeating or re-wording them or giving scenarios. It drives his brother mad, but he tries to be lenient because Donnie knows how terrified his younger brother is.

He caters to you in every way; offers to get you a drink, make you something to eat, get you a pillow, it becomes a little overwhelming, but you don’t know how to tell him to stop.

When Mikey tries to kiss you and pull away, it was like you could practically hear the way his heart shatters like glass. But he hides it with a smile and flirts, telling you he won you over once, he could do it again.

This is when he starts to flirt with you like he did before the two of you started dating, but with far more strategy and knowledge. Comments about how sweet you are while making your favorite chocolate pancakes with strawberries and whipped cream

Tells you how amazing you look in that shirt or those pants, mostly because he was the one to buy them.

He’ll give you your favorite kind of gifts; favorite flowers, candy, stuffed animals, anything he can think of giving you and jog your memory. Each time it doesn’t work, he’s crushed a little bit more, but he keeps trying.

Plays movies that you and Mikey watched together, shared music playlists the two of you built together over the period of your relationship, and whatever else he could possibly think of. But it still didn’t work.

When you aren’t anywhere near to see, Mikey with let himself cry for a moment out of frustration and sadness that you don’t remember him. It hurts, but by the time you are near he has a smile back on his face.

He thought you were sleeping one night when you found him crying down one of the sewer tunnels away from the lair. The sight broke your heart, which for some reason jogged your memory. Rushing to hug and kiss him, you damn near scared Mikey out of his shell.

“Angelcakes, you remember!?” Mikey shouts, picking you up and spinning you in a massive hug. Thank the pizza Gods, he had you back!

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cas-kingdom · 1 year ago

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I’m in love with your criminal minds Drabbles!! If possible I’d love to see some bonding between hotch and Reid’s sister <333

You sleeping in arbitrary places wasn't exactly a rarity around the BAU. Not quite yet an official member of the team—though somehow Hotch had enrolled you in some sort of experience programme you were pretty sure he'd made up for your benefit—you had to make do with stiff seats and tucked away corners on the daily as you waited for Spencer to finish his work. Surprisingly, the long days and even longer nights hadn't seemed to sway your wish to join the team just yet, though no one had placed any bets that it would.

Even so, said arbitrary places weren't exactly made use of at nearing midnight on a Friday. Having returned from Gideon's case just that evening, Hotch had sent everyone home with their promises of sleep before hiding himself away in his office to complete some work before the weekend. By the time he'd finished, the bureau had settled into the usual ambience consisting of the few late night workers and janitors.

He headed into the break room with the intention of grabbing a water bottle from the fridge and heading straight home, but the sudden sight of you and yet another of your arbitrary sleeping spots told him that might not be achievable just yet.

You were curled up on the break room couch, a stack of pillows under your head and what looked to be your brother's tweed jacket doing its best to act as a blanket. Hotch stared for a moment, concern slowly pushing away his brief amusement at the situation, and rose a brow when one of your eyes opened to stare at him.

"Hotch," you greeted, not at all groggily, which told him you probably hadn't slept.

Hotch put his bag down and seated himself on the end of the couch. "Y/N, what’re you still doing here?" he asked gently. He put a comforting hand on your ankle under the jacket and you sat up, tucking your frizzy hair behind your ears.

You yawned and shrugged. "Sleeping. Or, lying down, rather."

“I mean in the building." He smiled at your belated look of realisation. "Is Spencer still here?"

The expression on your face grew from tired to exhausted at the mere mention of your brother. Hotch sat back and crossed his arms, an instinctive movement when he figured some profiling may have to come into play. Those lines settled against his brow as he waited for your response.

You picked at a loose thread in the couch. “Playing chess," you said, then looked knowingly up at him. "I know what you’re gonna say, Hotch, but it’s easier to just leave him and let him do his thing. Gideon’s death hit him hard.”

Hotch nodded slowly. “I know. But what about you?”

“I don’t remember Gideon much.”

A corner of his lips curved upwards. Trust you to worry the least about yourself.

"I don’t mean that," he said gently, wondering how his next words would be taken. "Spencer has a tendency to forget about the people around him when he gets himself into one of these states. Now—" He pointed a finger at you before you could rise to your brother's defense "—that's not his fault, and he'll come out of it soon enough. But in the meantime, I don’t want you sleeping here until morning, Y/N." His fatherly instincts long having kicked in, his eyebrows rose in solemnity. "You need some proper rest in your own bed. The couch isn't going to cut it.”

You breathed a dubious laugh, still pulling at the thread. “Spencer has no plans on coming home tonight. Rossi’s already tried.”

“Then let me drive you home?" Your fingers paused and your mouth twisted in thought. Your face was hidden by a curtain of hair, but Hotch dipped his head enough to see your expression. He smiled knowingly. You didn't want to be alone. "Or…I can set up the spare room at mine?”

You peered up at him and for the first time he noted your level of exhaustion. Not only had you been kept physically awake by Spencer's turmoil, but your anxiety about the situation had mentally drained you, too. With your mother states away in a facility and your father completely written out of the picture, Spencer was your person and had been since he'd taken custody of you at four years old. When he wasn't himself, neither were you, and Hotch had always known it.

You took a second to respond, looking past him and out the open door for a moment before returning your gaze to his. "You don't mind?"

Hotch smiled and squeezed your shoulder in reassurance. The end of your storm was near, he was sure.

"Of course not," he said. "You get yourself ready and I'll tell Spencer."

Criminal Minds Masterpost

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muekyn · 2 years ago

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a/n: drunk eren confesses his love for you on a rainy day ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ☂ i didn’t know how to end it so apologies it ends abruptly ehehe ;;;

t/w: mentions of alcohol

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small droplets of water formed on the windowsill of your bedroom. they glistened with a multitude of colors, taking your attention away as you heard the soft pitter-patter of the rain outside.

bottles of apple cider were littered on your table, scattered in an unorganized mess. one was tipped over, dripping onto the carpet. you made a mental note to clean it once you had the chance.

your breath was flushed with alcohol, a mixture of fermented apples and spiced cinnamon. you had one too many ciders; your senses intertwined with the room around you. dizzy and dazed, you slumped deeper into the bed, head propped against the wall.

“hey,” breathed a low, deep voice. “hey, were you even listening?”

you glanced up from your drunk stupor to look at the figure across the room. oh right, you almost forgot that eren was here with you.

“yeah… what were you saying again?” you managed to slur out, head tilting in the boy’s direction.

he let out a small huff. “you’re ridiculous.”

“and drunk.” you retorted.

you could see a small smile fall on his face. he was holding a bottle of cider, periodically swigging it. there was a tint of red on his cheeks, it was evident he was drunk himself.

he ran a hand through his long, unkempt hair. “well, just forget about it. it’s nothing important.”

“oh no, no i’m listening now, tell me.” you adjusted yourself from your comfy spot and leaned in closer, hoping it would show eren that you were interested in what he had to say.

“mmh. no, i changed my mind.” eren glanced away from you. it was odd. usually eren was a loudmouth, willing to speak his mind about any subject you two brought up. the fact that he was clamming up, and the fact that you were plastered, made you curious on what he said before you spaced out.

“awh, cmon. you know you can tell me anything ‘ren.” you scooted yourself from your spot, hanging your legs off the edge of the bed. you tapped the bed, beckoning eren to sit with you. “come sit.”

eren clambered out of the chair he was in. he almost lost his footing, stumbling his way to you. he plopped himself down on the bed beside you, bottle still in his hand. he had a somber look written on his face as he turned to look at you.

“it’s just… do you really want to be going out with someone who has a face like a beaver?” eren said lowly. there was a hint of annoyance in his voice as he took another swig from his bottle.

you sighed loudly. how many times has eren said this? “i told you, we’re not dating. stephen and i are just friends.”

eren let out a grunt in response. it was clear that your answer wasn’t satisfactory to him.

“i promise ‘ren. you’re my best friend, i’d tell you if i was dating anybody.”

eren sat there, silent. he took another swig of the bottle, seemingly finishing it. he set the bottle down, and stared off through the window. you sat there, looking at him, waiting for a response. even though he was your best friend, it was incredibly hard to read him. you couldn’t tell if he was upset, angry, or just drunk.

“besides… why does it even matter?” you added.

eren looked at you. his face was completely red, cheeks flushed with alcohol, while his emerald eyes were staring into yours. you could feel yourself growing hot with each second he spent staring at you. it felt like an eternity, just staring into each other’s eyes while the soft sounds of the rain hit the windowsill.

“i’m… just your friend?” he finally said. his voice was soft, much softer than usual.

you took a second to process what he just said. when the realization hit you, you stared at eren, unsure of what to say. he sat there, unmoving.

“well… what do you mean?” was all you could muster. maybe you were misinterpreting things.

“i mean that…” eren trailed off, suddenly scooting up to you. he placed his hand on yours, staring deeply into your eyes. you felt like he could consume you with just his gaze. he leaned in closer, lips brushing against your ear. “…we could be so much more.”

you let out a small squeak. "eren..."

he nuzzled himself against the crook of your neck. "just tell me you want it too."

eren leaned into you more, laying you down on the bed. he was half on top of you at this point, leaving light pecks on your neck while whispering sweet nothings into your ear. “you’re so beautiful… gonna make you mine…” eren was slurring his words, completely wasted at this point.

the two of you laid there for a while, eren giving you light kisses on your ear and neck while you whimpered, running your hands through his hair. you could smell the alcohol that emanated off of his body, the spices hitting your nose. the rain was soothing, ever so slightly tapping against the glass.

you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him in closer. he positioned his head to look at you, a drunken smile plastered on his face.

your lips were brushing against each other's, eyes fixated on one another. you inched forward, just enough to press your lips against eren's. eren's kiss was gentle, his lips were soft and warm. you melted into each kiss. he pulled away, your lips still touching.

“you’re everything to me.” eren confessed. "i love you."

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listofwhyyouloveher · 5 months ago

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Ok, I don’t have any specific direction for you but, I love your Bob Hughes smut. You’re the only blog I see post abt him and he’s so underrated!! Plus the plots you make for the one shots are so good<3 So yea I’d love to see more bob content. That’s all a wanted to say ily.💋

Summary: going off the adrenaline rush of a nice jackpot of a pharmacy store, Bob finally gives you the time of day you deserve

Warnings: shameless smut, slight voyeurism, mentions of drugs, mentions of doing drugs, fingering, p in v, unprotected.

Authors nore: I love bob soooo much

Bob flopped on the bed lazily, stretching out after sitting in the uncomfortable car seat for the 30 minute ride to and from the last drugstore you robbed. He carefully turned each bottle, inspecting the lable and then the ingredients. He tossed different bottles into 2 separate piles, one for Nadine and Rick, and on for Bob and you, his wife.

"Looks like we're set for a couple of days," Bob smiled, picking out a bottle from your pile.

"Oh, gosh, Bob. We just got the biggest jackpot in a while, don't you want to celebrate?" You asked, a hint of a pout playing on your lips.

"I am celebrating, doll. Come celebrate with me," He winked, tossing you a pill bottle. You three it back at his chest lightly, choosing to lay down over his arm rather than shooting up the drugs you just got.

"Please..?" You batted your eyelashes and he sighed.

"Fine, but straight after we're taking these," he pressed the bottle into your hand, before rolling over your body and ending up on top.

You dropped the pills by your pillow and placed your hands onto his shoulder, desperately pulling him towards your lips. Your lips met in an fiery kiss, pent up temptation and adrenaline pressing at your self control. It was Bob who rocked his hips into you first, pressing his obvious arousal against your core. You pressed back, a push-pull that had you dangerously close to the edge. Bob's hand tangled itself into the waistline of your dress pants, hurriedly trying to ge them off.

As soon as your were stripped of your underthings, Bob's hands were on you again, tracing every inch and outline of your body. His hand hovered over your core, making you increasingly frustrated with how slow everything wa going.

"Goddamnit Bob, do you want to take those pills soon or not?!" You cried in frustration.

"Quiet, baby, Rick'll hear ya." He whispered, pressing his fingers into your tightening cunt. He curled his fingers slowly, letting you taste the delicious stretch of each movement. He had you seeing stars in under a minute, back arching and years threatening to spill.

"I think that's enough prep, Bob," you moaned in a hoarse voice, trying to keep quiet.

"So goddamn needy," he grunted, unbuckling his belt and pressing his tip against your opening. He lifted your leg slightly, propping it up against his shoulder before sliding in with little resistance.

Slowly, Bob started pistoning his hips, his hands moving with each thrust. You let louder and louder moans out each rock of his hips, completely forgetting yourself in pleasure. Your head was drooping and your vision was clouding.

"That's right doll, let them hear how good I make you feel." He whispered, which sent you orgasming around him. Soon after he pulled out and let his seed leak onto your stomach.

"Now can we shoot up some damn drugs?" He huffed, running a hand through his hair to tame it. You laughed and reached for the bottle.

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clumsiestgiantess · 2 years ago

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The sixth chapter of the Other-world Universe; Erica finally gets the chance to be rightfully pissed off. (A bit more bad language than usual, just a warning)

all chapters linked here

[The truth comes out]

I spent the day in my own world, afraid to go back to the awful scene I’d left. Did Erica call the government after me? I don’t want to go through that again. If I end up in the hospital like last time, I won't be able to explain what happened without revealing the other-world. After a night of almost no sleep and the constant press of thoughts and pain, I could barely function. Thankfully the weekend started tomorrow, so I could spare a day for my trauma.

How did she know I was there? I sat buried in bed, refusing to acknowledge the rest of the world. Did Erica know I was controlling her the whole time? What if she's been trying to get away from me since day one and I just never knew? I groaned into a pillow and rolled over, forgetting about my recent injuries. The second my back hit the bed, searing pain tensed through me. It felt like knives were repeatedly jabbing into my back. Cursing, I sat upright, trying to ease my agonizing wounds. I popped another pain reliever and carefully sat back down, exhausted.

The next day, though my back still ached, I worked up the stamina and courage to visit the mansion. I can’t just leave. I had to find out if Erica had known all along, for starters, and apologize for scaring the shit out of her the night before. As soon as I got into the other-world, I checked and double checked that I was invisible before going anywhere. Dodging the usual traffic and housing, I made it there in quick time. However, as I approached the cliffside, I stopped dead in my tracks. Is this really a good idea? What if the government set traps for me? I stood at a distance, trying to spot anything unusual.

Even when I finally deemed it safe, I decided to wait until the darkest part of night to visit. It would be the least likely time for someone to spot me. On the ground below the mansion, I carefully rested my back on the cliff face like the back of a chair, wary of my recent injuries. I sat feeling more alone than usual, watching and waiting for the sun to set completely. I was determined to tell Erica the truth, or at least part of it. She didn’t have to know about the fake version of everything that I see in my world, or that her city is a plaything of both me and my brother. Oh boy, that’s definitely not something I want to bring up. Finally, when the sky was completely dark, I stood and turned to face the mansion, still invisible.

Erica was sitting at the kitchen counter, slumped over next to a bottle of something that was probably alcoholic. Maybe I should come back another night, when she hasn't been drinking. Just as the thought occurred to me, Erica sat up and looked around warily. It seemed like she could tell I was watching her. Staying under my control for months must’ve heightened some sense of me being here, just like I gained a keener sense of where she was wherever I went to control her.

That’s not creepy at all, I thought sarcastically, feeling something huge and invisible watching you from who knows where. No wonder she ran from me. Not knowing what else to do, I reached out and tentatively knocked on the wall beside her. Erica flinched and slowly crept to the glass door nearby, looking cautiously out from a few feet back. I slid it open, ridding myself of invisibility in the process. She gasped and stumbled backwards slightly as I returned my arm to my side. Erica now froze where she was, understandably too scared to move. “I.. um” I stuttered, unsure what to say. “I won’t hurt you, you can come out.” I retreated to the cliff edge, giving her space to step onto the lawn.

An awkward silence hung in the air as neither of us moved. “What are you?” Erica finally asked me from inside the house. “What are you doing here?” "I'm just a person," I answered, ducking down to see her from the outside. "And I.. I came to show you the truth about things." Erica hesitantly stepped into the doorway, looking out and up at me. "But you're not. You- you can't be just a person," she gestured vaguely at me, towering above her. "And I sure as hell hope you're here to tell me the truth, because I've been dying to know what the fuck you thought you were doing!" I flinched at the sudden shift in her voice. "For the last eight months I've been living without a single shred of free will. You're the one who was controlling me, right? And giving me money, this house. I suspected someone was behind all of it but I… How are you even real?"

Erica shuttered, glancing down at the cliff edge. "I mean, you're standing at ground level right now and I still have to look up at you. Nevermind the fact that you can control my fucking life, and apparently generate an infinite supply of money." So she did know I was behind everything. That's not going to make this very easy.

"Well," I explained cautiously, "I saw you needed help so I gave you the money, but you spent it all on crap so-" "I did not!" Erica interrupted, "How the hell did you even get that much money in the first place?" She stormed out onto the lawn, then abruptly stopped, eyes going wide in realization. "Wait, when I came out to the balcony of my apartment and I asked if this was a test, did you hear me? You did, didn't you? Because then you started making me go to those dumbass therapy sessions! Which I did NOT need, by the way."

Despite Erica's furious protests against me, I sneered. "Yeah, right. Every time I left you with enough cash to help you out, you always managed to end up in bigger debt than you started with." Huffing, I leaned down over the cliffside to get closer, trying to read the expressions of someone so small from a distance. It didn't occur to me that I was then looming over her. "If it weren't for me, you would've been kicked out of your apartment, living on the side of the road somewhere, or with your awful ex. You're lucky I stepped in when I did. In fact, you should be thanking me."

Erica gawked, looking up at my looming form in slight terror. "What- How- How do you know about John? Have you been watching me for that long!? What else do you know about me!?” She paused, glancing around at the mansion’s long open windows that were basically just walls of glass. It was designed so you could have a panoramic view of the scenery beyond the cliff — too high up for anyone to see into. Anyone besides me.

“You- You weren’t watching me every second, were you?" Erica backpedaled quickly, tripping on the threshold into the house. I shrugged, "Your little breakup was the first night I found you, actually," I told her matter-of-factly. "Yes, I have been watching you for that long. Think back through everything that's happened since then, I was there. I watched you wreck your life over and over again. Finally I just couldn't take it anymore! Every time I tried to help you, you only made things worse. How is it that you can't live a normal life without me there forcing you to?" I practically spat the last words in frustration while I glared down at Erica, who now stood in the doorway, appalled.

"You fucking psycopath! Are you listening to yourself!? What the hell do you mean 'force me to live a normal life'? I HAD A LIFE, YOU SCREWED IT UP! YOU TOOK IT FROM ME! IT'S MY GODDAMN LIFE, NOT YOURS! WHO THE HELL PUT YOU IN CHARGE OF WHAT I CAN OR CAN'T DO?! YOU SICK BITCH, I- AHH!" Seething, I slammed my hand down in front of her, snatching her up by the back of her shirt. In one swift movement, I dragged her through the air up to my face.

"WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME?!" Erica threw her hands over her ears, legs kicking at the open space beneath her. Being so small, it was a long — and likely deadly — drop down. "I COULD END YOU RIGHT NOW IF I WANTED TO!" I threatened. "DON'T TALK TO ME LIKE THAT OR I'LL-" "ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT, FINE!" she managed to yell over me, "Please, just put me down! I- I'll do whatever you want, please!"

Erica desperately grasped at my fingers, trying to secure herself without falling to her death. The lights of the house reflected off her tear-streaked face. Noticing this, I felt a sudden pang of guilt. What am I doing? I came here to apologize, not threaten her. Carefully, I lowered Erica to the ground, tucking a few fingers beneath her so she wouldn't fall. Shit. I took it too far. She scrambled out of my hand the second it touched the ground and raced into the house, flinging the glass door closed so violently it shattered. I stood there stunned, a pit forming in my stomach as I watched her disappear inside. "I'm sorry," I murmured solemnly, "I shouldn't have done that. I didn't- I wouldn't have hurt you." There was no response. Erica was nowhere to be seen.

I backed away from the house and looked down at the hand I’d just grabbed her with. It was shaking so badly, I could barely steady it without pressing it flat against myself. With that same hand, I'd crushed someone to death. Just then, I'd almost condemned Erica to a similar fate. That was the first time I'd really contemplated just how small they were. Erica was only a bit taller than the length of my palm. She'd been doing everything in her power to stop me from controlling her for the last several months, and I had been ignoring her. I had the audacity to think she was toying with me when she was just trying to get away.

Guiltily, I glanced back over at the mansion. I got so pissed at her for yelling at me, but she's right. I've been denying her everything she wanted since day one, forcing her to make decisions that weren't her own. Why did I even think that was a good idea? Didn't I have a rule about not controlling people unless it was absolutely necessary? Aren’t these people supposed to be toys? Why are they so.. life-like? I sighed, desperately wanting to go back to the mansion and apologize. However, I doubted Erica would want to listen to anything I said after that. Later, after I returned home, I tried to remember how everything had even started. Maybe it's best if I don't go back, or just leave Erica alone. It's the least I could do to make up for tonight. For everything, really.

That evening, I slept with the grim satisfaction that I'd finally made the right decision. When I woke up the next day, I went on an early morning jog to clear my head, forcing out all thoughts of the other-world. I won’t be drawn back there anymore, no matter what. Not a single good thing has come out of me being there.

However, as I was eating lunch that same day, a thought struck me out of the blue. Me, a giant invisible monster, must have given Erica so much paranoia. At first I shook off the thought. She doesn't need to worry about me anymore, so she'll be fine now. Though, for all she knows I could still be lurking around invisibly, waiting for her to let her guard down again. It took a few seconds for me to process the thought; I choked on the sandwich I was eating at that last notion.

No! That's true! I facepalmed in realization. I can't just leave without saying anything! If some giant who could become invisible at will threatened MY life and then disappeared, I would be terrified they'd be back to finish the job. As much as I wanted to avoid a situation like last night, I knew I had to go back. If only to convince Erica that I wasn't a threat anymore, and save her the stress of believing I would one day come back to either control her again or finish her off.

Scarfing down the last of my lunch, I rushed downstairs only to realize that it would also be midday in the other-world like it was in my own world. Damn, I can't go back now. Surely, Erica would rather have me be visible so she won’t freak out, and I can't do that in broad daylight. I sat around doing homework and chores, waiting for night to fall, impatiently doing random tasks to keep me busy while I waited. It seemed like days before the sun finally set and I could safely return. I made it all the way to the doorway of the basement before my dad stopped me. “Alexis, come join your brother in the family room. We’re watching that new movie you wanted to see,” he told me. “But I-“ “Whatever you want to do can wait till tomorrow. Come spend some quality time with your family.” I reluctantly followed him into another room, knowing I couldn’t win that argument. The other-world can wait until tomorrow, I guess.

By the same time the next day, I was already doubting my plan to return. I decided it was best to go straight there, assure Erica I was leaving her alone, and go quickly before I screwed up again. Taking the most direct route I could, again checking that I was invisible, I made it to the mansion. Peering through the back, I noticed a few boxes stacked in corners. The house was almost barren inside. What's going on in there?

Again, it was like Erica could sense my arrival. She nervously glanced outside before drawing all the blinds closed so I couldn't see in. I became visible again, deciding the best thing to do was knock like I had the first time. I'd barely tapped once on the now duct taped door before she shouted, "Leave me alone!" I was taken aback by the aggression in her tiny voice, but I knew I had to get this final message out of the way.

"I just want to talk to you," I responded, trying not to sound too threatening. "That's what you said last time before you almost threw me off a cliff!" Erica retorted. Sighing, I tried again. "Alright, fair point. You can stay inside if you want, but could you at least open the blinds?" "I don't have to do shit. I'm leaving tomorrow and you won't be able to find me." So that's what the boxes were for. "Fuck, forget I said anything! Do NOT follow me when I leave."

"But you don't have to leave!” I called, words tumbling out faster than I wanted. “I came back to tell you that I'm sorry for, well, a lot of things, but I'm sorry about yesterday and I came to tell you that I’m the one who's leaving. You don't have to worry about me ever again. Keep the mansion. Hell, keep the box of infinite money. I’m giving it up. You win." Everything was silent, then the duct taped door opened slightly. Erica peered around it. She scrutinized my face for a while, squinting up at me. “After everything you've done to me, why should I believe you?"

I thought it over, trying to come up with something logical. "Well, you seem to be able to tell when I'm nearby, so I guess you'll believe me when you don't sense me around anymore." Erica still looked at me dubiously, so I added, "I really am sorry about this. About everything. You were right, I was taking over your life and I'm so sorry. But I'm done now, you don't need to worry." Erica slid the door all the way open and took one tentative step onto the back lawn. "If you really are sorry, then you'll leave me alone and you won't come back." I nodded, "I guess this is goodbye then." I turned to leave, finally doing the right thing. Why did it take me this long to do something decently good?

"Wait!" Erica called after me. I turned around, surprised. "I thought you said you wanted me to leave." "I did. I do, but I.. don't even know who you are. Or what you are for that matter." Pacing a few steps back to the mansion, I stopped just short of the cliff face. Carefully, I lowered myself closer to Erica's height, trying to make myself seem a bit less threatening. Erica retreated only slightly, her curiosity outweighing her fear. "And.. I really need to know how closely you were actually watching me. Did you see-" I shook my head, cutting her off before she could bring up anything embarrassing. Even before the moment I thought to control her, I never considered watching her very closely. Most of the time, I’d left her on her own with nothing but my vague commands to get her work done and whatnot.

“I wasn’t watching you that closely,” I assured her. “Don’t worry about me seeing anything too important. All I did was chauffeur you from one place to another with instructions on what to do. Half the time I was miles away from you.” I couldn’t tell from Erica's stony expression whether or not she believed me. It made me worried that despite my efforts here, she would still be stuck believing that she wasn’t safe from me. The thought made my stomach queasy. “Please don��t work yourself up about it. I’m done messing with your life, I swear.”

My explanation must’ve sounded suspiciously like a string of excuses, because Erica’s expression only darkened. I just wanted her to understand that I hadn’t meant to hurt her. Then again, could I honestly look at what I’d done to her and believe she was happy living like that? Yes. Yes, I can. She’s fake. That’s the whole reason I can do that to her in the first place�� right?

“Ok, well even if you weren’t stalking me at all hours, what about everything you did for me before you controlled my life? Where did all that money come from? Was it all just some sick experiment on me?” "No!" I interjected a bit too loudly, making her flinch. "Of course it wasn't! I- I honestly don't know how it escalated to this." Sighing, I thought back to my original intentions. "When I first saw you, you were complaining about how you needed money, so I gave you all that cash. Then, well, I guess I overreacted a bit when I came back and found out you spent it all on frivolous things." Erica looked as if she wanted to correct my last statement, but she held her tongue, likely remembering what happened the night before last. "So I tried a bunch of different ways to get you to use the money I gave you the way I wanted you to use it. Now I realize how stupid I was to try and change you so much I had to.. you know.." "Take over my life?" Erica finished. I nodded solemnly.

"I really am sorry," I said yet again, "I promise I was genuinely just trying to help you. I just.. got carried away with using my stupid powers." Erica stepped out of the doorway a little further and considered what I'd said. "So.. one more question before you leave forever." I nodded expectantly. "Why do you have powers? How can you be invisible and control people and be so.. big?"

I had wanted to give her answers. Also, I felt like knowing my side of things might help Erica understand me a bit better. "Well, it all started with a giant storm.." I began to relay everything that happened to me since I arrived, starting with my horrific first day, and ending with when I first decided to control her, conveniently leaving out the crushed house, multiple destroyed cars, and the origin of her world. I didn’t think she was quite ready to hear about those things. "So wait. The government is after you?" Erica asked after listening to my story. "Yeah, they were; I don't know if they are anymore." "And you.. killed someone. By accident?" She was referring to the first time I came here — the man in the mountains on my first night. I looked away guiltily, suddenly doubting whether I should’ve told Erica any of that story. But if I wanted her to trust me, I needed to tell her the truth. Your world’s a plastic toy in my world. Ok, most of the truth.

"Y- yeah. I grabbed him a bit too tightly. Oh, and I've definitely amassed a decent amount of property damage walking around." "You mean like the parking garage?" My mind briefly went blank in fear. "Shit! I left my blood on that thing!" I shot to my full height in alarm, making Erica practically fall over, terrified. "The government's going to start looking for me again when they see that!" I started towards the city in a panic. "No, it's fine! Don't go barge into the city, it's fine!" I stopped abruptly, "What do you mean?" Erica shakily stood back up, and I mumbled an apology for moving so quickly. "When you disappeared that night, the blood disappeared too." "Really?" I asked incredulously, turning back in disbelief. “It probably had something to do with me returning to my own world.” I wish the cuts on my back had disappeared too. "That's a relief. But either way, I really should be going. You have your own life now, I should leave you to it." Erica nodded, staring thoughtfully up at me for a long moment before waving a hand as if to shoo me away. That time, I left without a call to return. A strange melancholy feeling rested in my gut when I realized that I hadn’t even spoken to Erica in about a year — not even once since the day I first saw her. It was crazy enough that it had been that long since I’d found the other-world. 13 months to be exact. I vanished into the night hoping that Erica believed me, or at the very least would eventually believe me. At last I was returning to my own world for good.

I know this looks like the end, but there is so much more coming y’all can’t even imagine.

#other-world universe #g/t #giant tiny

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joeyloganho · 1 year ago

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Energy Drink (Vampire!Joey Logano/Ryan Blaney)

(A/N: Teen and up fic. No spice. Hope yall like it. :3)

Thunder rumbled gently in the distance, rain splashing the windows with a steady downpour. Joey sat shirtless on the edge of the bed, watching the rain hitting the small window of the RV. He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. He had about five hundred texts from crew members, all saying “Race postponed. You good?” He couldn’t figure out why they were asking that. Had something happened? He tried to remember through the tiredness, but his mind was so foggy with hunger. Joey grabbed a shirt and put it on before heading to the small kitchen.

“You’ve been sleepin’ in, huh?” Ryan said with a grin as he sat on the couch, casually watching Joey as he walked out of the bedroom. “No shit.” Joey said with a small smirk, moving his head side to side. He definitely slept wrong, that was for sure. “What happened last night?” Ryan asked with a raised eyebrow. Joey shrugged and opened the fridge, looking for his special cocktail of blood and a hint of oil. “You tell me.” Joey told him as he still searched through the small fridge. The bottle had been sitting right in the front of the top shelf, or at least that’s what Joey had remembered. Was he so out of it that he didn’t remember setting it somewhere else?

Ryan laughed suspiciously, as though he didn’t believe Joey’s words. “What, you mean you don’t remember?” He questioned. “It’d be kinda hard to forget, I’d imagine.” Joey groaned, still tired and still unable to find his blood. He rubbed at his eyes, trying to wipe the tired feeling from his being. “Just tell me.” “Some guy was flirting with you, and he said he liked your fangs.” Ryan chuckled. “You do have fangs.” “Yeah. And?” Joey asked, running his tongue gently over his pointy teeth. He had had them even before Brad had turned him, only now they were slightly longer and much sharper. “Is that all?”

Ryan picked up the bottle he was drinking from off the table. He took a sip and grimaced as though it tasted off. Setting it back down, he spoke. “No. He asked if you’d bite his neck and you went wild. You were gonna do it man. And then we had to pull you off the guy, and then you just straight up disappeared…” Ryan smiled. “You’re kinky, Logano. I didn’t realize.” “Shut up.” Joey sighed. “Have you been in my fridge?” He asked, standing up straight and looking at his teammate with a hunger in his eyes. He kept reminding himself to not feed off Ryan. He didn’t know that Joey was a vampire. In fact, he wasn’t sure that Ryan was aware of real life vampires at all. If anything, he’d probably think it’d just be some kink thing.

Ryan sat up and picked the bottle up from the table yet again. “Uh yeah. Had some V8.” “V8?” Joey asked, looking at the bottle before he realized with a fear in his soul. “Oh fuck.” Ryan held up the bottle in front of his face that said “ONLY for Joey” on it. The bottle had been completely full to the brim, but was now empty save a few drops at the bottom. He shrugged and sat the bottle back down, only for Joey to run and grab it, drinking the remaining drops from it as though he was a rabid animal. He growled and shook the bottle, trying to get as much of the blood out as he possibly could. “Whoa dude. Didn’t know you liked V8 that much.” Ryan laughed. “It’s not V8.” Joey moans almost in pleasure as the blood starts to take effect. It wasn’t enough. It never was, but especially now. Just a few drops would never satiate the hunger. He’d have to think of something. “...what is it?” Ryan questioned. “...it’s…uh…an energy drink.” Joey lied. Ryan raised his eyebrows and smirked. “An energy drink…right…” He said standing up and heading to the door. “Well it tasted like somethin’ weird. Like blood or somethin’.”

#vampire!joey logano #joey logano fanfic #ryan blaney fanfic #nascar fanfic

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peppermintmochafem · 1 year ago

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Alright, I’ll tell you an embarrassing story for your entertainment. So due to the ADHD, I can be a himbo of a butch sometimes.

A couple months ago, I was getting ready to take a shower. Everyone had just been excused from dinner and I’d had my sights set on a shower after dinner and then I’d hopefully have enough time to call my then-gf before bed. Because my little brother and I share a bathroom and he goes to bed earlier than me, it’s normally a race against each other after dinner to get to the shower first. So I get to the shower and I start it and realize I forgot my clothes. So I close the door to the bathroom and think, “wouldn’t it be funny if I forgot to come back because the door is closed…”

So I get my clothes and run upstairs to refill my water bottle and I run back downstairs and I see the closed bathroom door and hear the shower running and I go, “dammit! He stole my shower when I ran upstairs!” So I decide he can’t take that long and I’m gonna pop out and scare him when he opens that bathroom door. So I’m waiting for 30ish minutes complaining about my brother and how long he’s taking in the shower to my gf. They then asks me if they can call and I agree because waiting for my brother is taking too long. So I talk to them for about an hour and a half, peaking my head out every so often to see if I can take a shower yet. It’s about 10 at night now so my brother is probably in bed but the shower is running. My parents’ shower was broken so my dad would use the basement shower that week. And he wasn’t watching TV down there when I walked past the bathroom and light was on and the shower running, so I thought my dad showering. I was like, “what the hell?! Why is everyone showering this evening!” So after a little while, my ex and I hung up and we were texting (had to keep them updated on the situation). At this point I was walking back and forth in front of the bathroom door, wondering if I should knock now or if they’d even hear me over the water when I notice condensation dripping from the door and the door frame. The realization HIT me like a freight train. I was the sucker who was taking the shower! I’d been waiting for my own shower for 3 HOURS!!! 🤦‍♂️ I immediately told my ex and they got such a kick out of that. 😆 I was in such disbelief that I wasted so much water, possibly damaged the paint and wood trim in the bathroom and that I actually forgot my shower (like I worried I would). It felt like the ending of a mystery or “Inception” or “Fight Club” or one of those movies with a major paradigm-shifting twist at the end. I WAS TYLER DURDEN THIS ENTIRE TIME 🤦‍♂️ smh

Hii beloved mutual 🫶 this is so himbo with adhd core of you omg! I also think it's very cute that you would try to scare your brother for stealing your shower mwhaha!

But that also sounds very stressful! I am not very forgetful at all really. One time, before I had a microwave, I would heat up all my drink in a little pot for camping on the stove and I was heating up a peppermint mocha. Completely forgot about it, it boiled over and set off the fire alarms :) and that was so hard to clean up omg. Omg also as a kid I would forget to wear shoes places and I would get very embarrassed about that. I never had those like stress dreams of going to school naked that people talk about but in grade school I did have stress dreams of going to school barefoot heheheh

#💌 asks #love letters only #asks #thank you 🥺#Get to know me times hehehe >:)#Love when people embarrass themselves for my entertainment mwhahah 🤭

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clone-anon-after-dark · 1 year ago

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Coming Home (Sinker x M!Reader)

Sinker x M!Reader

Word Count: 1212

Warnings: NSFW, minors DNI, handjobs, unprotected PiA, aftercare

A/N: brief description of how you met before getting to the goods

Note: There are two versions of this fic. The f!reader version can be found here.

For Sinker, it all started the day after a great date. He thought it went well, but ultimately that person’s heart belonged to someone else. Feeling out of sorts over it, he decided to treat himself to some decent food before shipping out and relying on ration bars for however long. He stopped in a cafe. He’d never been there before, but had heard the food was very good. He noticed everyone else standing around and gazing at the menu, but you stood next to him in line, looking ahead and clearly knew what you wanted.

He turned and asked, “Do you have any suggestions for someone who is about to have to eat a bunch of ration bars for the next few weeks?”

He received an amused huff from you before you made several suggestions. You ended up eating together and when he got back, he took you on a proper date. You’d been together ever since.

Outside of his brothers and general, he didn’t have anyone he was close to, at least not in the ways he wanted. It took him time to open up, but once he started to and saw you embraced him as he was, you saw a whole new, amazing side of him. Months later he was practically living with you when he wasn’t off fighting the war.

Today he was back from a mission and while he loved you, he was a bit annoyed that the first thing you asked was for him to bring home take out food. Sure, he was hungry, but he wanted to be home, curled in bed around you and one more stop just made him wait longer. He still picked up the food after agreeing with an eye roll and a “yes, cyare.” He came home to find you sitting on the couch in a t-shirt and only a t-shirt. He smirked at the playfulness and put the food down on the counter.

“I thought about it,” you said, standing up and coming over to him as he placed the food on the kitchen counter. “We can always reheat this. You sounded like you needed some tender loving care and I’d like to provide that.”

You smiled, held his hand in your own, and kissed each knuckle while making playful eye contact. This was not what he was expecting. Sinker was a little breathless, heart beating faster as his eyes scanned your form. You weren’t completely naked, but he could help with that.

“I missed you,” he said, his vulnerable expression betraying the emotion at the heart of his desire.

Dinner forgotten, you started kissing him and walked him to the couch, a line of his clothes left along your path. You still kept your shirt on, but he was completely naked as you pushed him onto the couch. He deepened the kiss as you straddled him.

“Wait,” you said, clearly forgetting something. Sinker looked at you, amused, as you got up and hurried down the hallway. He had to laugh when you returned and triumphantly held up the bottle of lube.

“Okay,” you said as you sat down next to him. “Continue.”

He shook his head and cupped your cheek as he kissed you again. You enjoyed long kisses as your tongues danced together. You could feel the tension in his jaw start to leave, smiling to yourself that he was starting to let go of his stresses. He let out a sigh as you pumped his length with your hand, the delicious slippery feel causing him to groan. He looked down to see the end of your cock poking out from underneath your shirt. He grinned and helped you out of your shirt, insisting you wouldn’t need it. You let out a pant of air as he cupped your balls and started swirling circles around your tip with his thumb. He stood perfectly at attention and you slowed the movement of your hand up his length just enough to draw out the feeling.

“Oh,” you gasped. “You know what I need?”

“What’s that,” he replied between groans.

“I think it’s the same thing you need,” you said.

“Oh really?”

“Yes. It’s your cock in my ass.”

“I can never say no to that,” he answered.

Sinker adjusted his position on the couch and you straddled him again. He groaned as you sank onto his length, taking your time as he filled you up. His hands roamed your chest, reaching around to squeeze your ass cheek in one hand and give proper attention to your own cock with his other. You could see the tension leaving his body as you started grinding your hips against him. You didn’t go too fast, trying to let the feeling last. He knitted his eyebrows in that way he did when his toes curled and you smiled at him beneath you. You picked up the pace, your body craving the sensation. He continued to pump your length, but as he got closer to his own release, he didn’t want to leave you behind. He stopped working over your cock, moaning louder as you squeezed against him a little tighter. He lightly stroked your balls, leaving your length bouncing, and whispered “come for me.” Your body responded and within a few strokes of his hand he had your spend landing on your abdomen. Sinker licked his lips, a fire inside him with the knowledge that he could make you come like that.

“Now it’s your turn,” you said, leaning forward a little and gazing into his beautiful eyes. “Come in my ass.”

You made more fervent motions, nearly letting him leave your body before taking him all back in, continuing to ride him until he held your ass firmly against his hips and shot his load into you with a soft grunt. You panted together, smiling with love in your eyes as you both caught your breath.

“Better,” you asked.

Sinker carefully sat up a bit, embracing you and kissed you wildly, responding, “Better.” He studied your face like you were the most interesting being in the galaxy, like he was seeing you for the first time. You couldn’t help but feel a slight heat bloom on your cheeks. Even now he made you feel a little giddy. You picked up his hand and kissed the palm.

“You’re so good to me,” he said quietly.

You could only respond with, “I’m so very in love with you.” You kissed his forehead and felt him melt even further.

“I love you too.”

You weren’t sure how long you stayed like that, sitting on his lap, leaving little kisses, and coming down off your high. After some time, he looked at you both.

“We could use a shower,” he said. “Let me take care of you.”

You nodded, accepting his help getting up and getting clean. Every movement was a sign of affection from holding your hand and helping you into the shower, to using a soft washcloth all over you, to hugging you and kissing your temple under the water just because. After you dried off, you both threw on underwear and t-shirts and reheated dinner. You sat together on the couch, enjoying your meal, snuggled up to each other while an old holomovie played.

#sergeant sinker x reader #sinker x reader #tcw fanfiction #sergeant sinker #sergeant sinker x m!reader #sinker x m!reader #clone trooper sinker x reader #clone trooper sinker #clone trooper sinker x m!reader #sinker x masc reader #reader insert

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lianahayze · 1 year ago

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Shadow and the Midnight Misery: Chapter 14

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Nothing to say; let's get to it!

Chapter 14. Then... nothing

With it being common for celebrities to seek treatment, there is little surprise at seeing the twenty-two-year-old rockstar turn herself in. Her father, lead singer of the 90s alt-band The Nixers, did his own stint in rehab for a slew of drugs, including heroin. It is unknown why she checked herself in, but according to its website, the Garver Institute “specializes in alcohol and drug addictions.” At the time of publication, Shadow Greere has declined to comment.

Bottle pressed to my lips, I chug. The more I drink, the more I can forget. And boy am I trying to forget.

The article came out yesterday, and I can’t even begin to guess how many times I've already read it. It starts out great. There is a piece about the new studio, a section about how I want the band to go our own way. But then Garver was brought up and it got real bad real fast.

The pictures are slightly grainy and had clearly been taken at a distance. However, they're not grainy enough for me to even pretend that that it’s not me. Everything in the pictures give it away: my hair, the clothes I'm wearing, a general scowl. All of it is one hundred percent me, and anyone is going to be able to tell.

The guys have seen it. I’m certain they have. They've called me a couple of times, but I haven't picked up. I'd rather wallow in self-pity. Dean’s not big on social media, so he probably hasn’t seen it yet. Always a day or two beyond, I have some time before he finds it. Either way, I'm fucked.

I did not want this to get out. I'd been hoping I could just sweep it under the rug and be done with it. Continuing to meet with Dr. Norris is fine, but having all of my dirty laundry aired out for anyone to see? No, it's an absolute nightmare.

I should have said something to Larissa. I could have made up any bullshit excuse. Hell, I could have said I was visiting or even fucking volunteering and that last paragraph would sound completely different. But, instead, I'd freaked out. I’d done this to myself.

I stop drinking for a moment. I haven't binged like this in a while and my body knows it. There's going to be hell to pay in a few hours, but, right now, I don’t care. Right now, I desperate to forget.

I switch to another bottle. It's new and takes me several seconds to open. I sway before I finally break the seal. The bottle firmly attached to my mouth, I walk out of the kitchen and into the living room.

Though I don't plan on staying in here, I turn on the TV. I need noise. The silence in the house is killing me. I turn up the volume before tossing the remote onto the couch. I walk out into the hallway.

Ugh, has there ever been a time when I haven't fucked something up? Maybe that's why the guys wanted me to put away: not because I'm a danger, but because I'm such a massive fuck up. I get it now.

I go upstairs. Not bothering to turn the lights on, I crawl into bed. I almost drop the bottle in my hand but catch it at the last moment. I continue drinking from it, chugging so quickly that it makes my brain hurt.

Everyone is going to be talking shit about me. Even more than they already do. I can't face the internet right now, but part of me is curious. I need to know what they're saying, and I need to know what I'm up against. I'm not the first celebrity whose mental health issues have been exposed, but it still hurts. I’ve been reduced to a headline and a cheap article?

My phone dings but I don't bother checking it. I want to smoke a joint. I want to smoke and drink and pass out. I don't know where my purse is, though, and that's where all my weed is. Is probably in the room somewhere, but I don't care enough to try to find it. Instead, I just keep drinking.

My phone goes off again. I follow the light from the screen, reaching across the bed to grab it. I squint as I look down.

Oh, I have missed calls. And a lot of texts. It's a good thing I have all my notifications turned off for social media because that would probably be blowing up my phone now too.

I look at the text notifications but don't actually open the messages. Most of them are from the guys, but, as I expected, there's nothing from Dean. Good. I should reach out to him and just tell him myself, but I don't think I'm going to. After all, I already had my chance to tell him; instead, I’d spent the entire time complaining about the band.

I check the calls. Most of them are from Wyatt. He's called me five times in total, the last one coming just a few minutes ago when I'd been downstairs deciding which liquor to get into. Maybe they’ve decided that he's the one who’s going to fire me.

I go through my texts from him. There are a lot of them with just one or two words, but it's the last one that really catches me off-guard.

About 5 mins away. At your house soon.

I stare at it. Not trusting my eyes, I read over it again, but still don’t think it’s right. There’s no way he’s trying to come see me right now.

Putting the bottle on the floor, I text him back:

Not here.

I stare down at the screen. A second later he says,

Yeah u are. Pulling up your street

I frown. Seriously, can't this wait until tomorrow?

Knowing that my front door's locked, I decide to get comfortable. He won't be able to talk to me if he can't get in, and there's no way I'm answering the door.

My phone goes off again. I groan and read.

He's here. Great. Just great.

When I don't respond, he sends,

Open the front door.

I huff. I don't want to talk to him; is that really so hard to understand?

Busy.

No you're not. Open the door.

Not interested.

Shadow, don't make me call the cops. I NEED to see that you're okay.

I bolt up. If he calls the cops, I’ll be back at Garver in a heartbeat, only this time it probably won’t be so easy to get out. "Fuck’s sake," I mutter, "fine." Standing up, I drop my phone on the pillow, pick the bottle back up, and slowly head downstairs.

Wyatt's finger is firmly on the doorbell when I answer. He looks down at me, surprised. I move out of the way, letting him in.

He shuts the door behind himself. "You're drinking right now?" he asks, louder than he needs to be. "Shadow, what the hell are you doing?"

"Feeling sorry for myself." I smile up at him. Feeling light on my feet, I lean against the wall. "Throwing myself a party. Whatever you want to call it, but you weren't invited."

"So, you know about the article then?"

"Hmm."

"I can't believe they printed that without telling you." When I tell him that I knew, he gasps. "You just let them?"

"No. But I didn't tell them no."

He stares at me. I can tell that he knows he in over his head and doesn't know what to do. Pissed off, angry Shadow he can deal with; pitiful pathetic Shadow he cannot.

I take another drink.

"Can you... Can you not do that right now?" He yanks the bottle from my hand. Some of the vodka spills onto the floor, causing me to say,

"Hey! Stop making a mess!"

He walks into the kitchen. I follow behind but it takes a while because my legs feel like jelly. When I finally do get to him, he's opening up all the cabinets, saying, "Where's all your booze?" I giggle. "Fuck, Shadow, I'm serious. Now is not the time to go on a bender."

"Oops." Seeing him freak out makes me laugh. It's actually very funny. Him and the other guys have been trying to control my narrative for so long and he's panicking now that he can't. It's the ultimate karma.

He walks over to me. I'm swaying as I look up at him, and he puts his hands on my arms. As he steadies me, I realize I don’t want to be standing up; laying down would be so much better.

"How much did you drink?" he says. It's a good question, but I don't answer. He gives me a slight shake. "Shadow. How much?"

He's acting like he's never seen me drunk before, but nothing could be further from the truth. How many late nights did we have after concerts, passing around bottle after bottle? I have a pretty good tolerance, but he could drink me under the table. Maybe I'm not the one who should have gone to Garver.

"You're not supposed to drink when you're depressed."

Depressed? Who said anything about being depressed? I am finnnnnne.

"Have you still been drinking and doing drugs this entire time?"

Holding back a laugh, I say, "My body, my choice."

"This is not a joke! You're going to hurt yourself!"

"My doctor thinks I'm not a danger, and we can trust my doctor. Right? After all, everyone wanted me to go see one. Remember?"

Leading me over to the table, he sighs. He tried to get me to sit in one of the chairs, but I instead choose the floor. "We wanted you to see a doctor because we were worried about you. Your cocaine habit has gone through the roof." Then, almost so quietly that I can't hear, he adds, "Apparently we should have been more worried about your drinking."

Having been kneeling in front of me, he stands back up. Continuing to go through my cabinets, he says, "We already spoke with the label. As soon as we saw it, we got on the phone with them. We wanted you to join the conversation, but you never answered your phone." He looks over his shoulder at me. "Now I can see why."

He's judging me and I can't decide whether to let it go or complain about it. Stomach pressed against the tile, I spread out on the floor like a starfish. It gets uncomfortable really quick, though, and I flip to my back. The sudden motion makes the contents of my stomach slosh around.

"I don't know what to do with you." I look over at him. "We want you to get better. When we rescheduled that interview, we thought..." I see him shake his head. "I know it's important for you--We know talking about the band is important to you." He pauses. "Even if the spread was entirely about you."

"So, you're not mad about the studio?"

He shakes his head, and I'm surprised. This is the most honest conversation we've had in a while without yelling. I should say something but can’t come up with anything.

"We just want to know what was wrong with your dad's studio, but other than that it's fine."

"Too many bad memories. Can't go there anymore."

"Because we told you that you needed help?"

"And cornered me with a doctor." I turn onto my other cheek so that I'm facing away from him. "It wasn't fair."

I hear him sigh, but he doesn't say anything. I hear the heels of his boots walking across the tile, coming towards me. A few seconds later, arms crossed, he stands over me. I don't move but look up at him out of the corner of my eye.

"Look," he says, "you can be pissed about it. I get that you're pissed about it. But we tried to bring it up before and you just weren't listening."

I frown. "No, you never brought it up."

"Yes. We did. Several times. You might have just been high, and we couldn’t tell. But we did bring it up."

He walks away, leaving on my own. I wonder if what he's said is true. Had they actually mentioned it before? If they had, why don't I remember it? And if he was right and I had been high, what does that say about me?

It means I have a problem.

Standing up, I go over to the counter. Wyatt's placed the bottle of vodka that I'd had earlier by the sink. I look around but don't see him. I'm not sure where he's gone, but, not wanting to wait for him to return, I pick up the bottle, bring it to my lips, and drink. I'm so engrossed in getting as much alcohol in my system as possible that I don't hear him return until,

"Shadow!" He yanks the bottle away. Before I can stop him, he tips it upside down and the vodka pours down the sink.

"Hey!" I start to reach for it, but he holds me back.

"Do not try my patience right now."

He's being obnoxious; why won’t he let me have a little fun?

"Why are you even here?" I ask him. "I didn't ask you to come." Plus, I'd been doing fine on my own. I'd been enjoying sitting in the dark; it made my head hurt less.

"I'm here to take care of you, apparently, because you weren't answering your phone."

"I don't need a babysitter."

"I beg to differ. When did you eat last?"

I frown. "Why, do I look fat, or something?"

"You've never looked fat a day in your life." He sounds annoyed as he speaks. "But you need to eat." I tell him I'm not hungry. "I don't care," he replies. "You need food in your system."

"Usually, I just do cocaine when I'm hungry." He looks at me like I'm crazy. "What? I don't have to stop what I'm doing to eat, and it keeps me in shape." He gives me a look over. "Duh."

"Shadow, when people talk about ‘getting in shape,’ that’s not code for developing a drug habit."

He goes to open the fridge, but he won't have much to work with. I haven't gone grocery shopping in a while, so everything that's in there is probably at least a few weeks old.

"Wow, slim pickin’s around here, huh?" He closes the fridge. Pulling out his phone, he says, "What do you want to eat? I'm going to have Ethan stop."

"Stop where?"

"Stop at the store or get takeout. He's on his way over here. So is Dave."

My heart stops. They're coming over here, too? Right now? I shake my head in disbelief. "Tell them not to come."

"They're already on their way."

I continue to shake my head. "No! I do not need a fucking intervention in my own home!" I'm panicking, ready to kick or punch him.

He puts his hands up, saying, "Shadow, we're not trying to intervene on anything. We're just checking on you."

But I don't believe it.

Abruptly turning away from him, I storm out of the kitchen. Well, I storm out the best I can. My legs are wobbly and my head is spinning and my breathing is shallow, but I storm off. Wyatt calls for me, but I ignore him. Maybe if I barricade myself in my room before the other two get here, they'll eventually just give up and leave. Can't have an intervention if they can't see me.

I stumble into my room. I press my body against the door for a moment, blinking slowly. Why is the room spinning? Doing my best to disregard the movements, I lock the door and go straight over to my bed.

I fall onto it face first. It’s pretty comfortable, so I don't move. It's only when I realize that I'm having trouble breathing that I shift onto my side.

My stomach doesn't feel so great. When I rub my hands over my middle, it only makes it worse. I close my eyes and groan. I curl up and lay like that for who knows how long. It's probably just a couple of seconds, but it's enough for me almost to fall asleep.

The only reason I don't is because of a loud thump at the door.

"Shadow! Unlock the door!"

I cover my ears. Why is he shouting? Doesn't he know it's making me feel even worse?

Wyatt keeps pounding on the door. "I seriously just came over here to check on you! The other guys just want to check on you too. We're not kicking you out of the band or whatever other conspiracy theory you have in your head."

If I do have any conspiracy theories, it's because they put them there.

"Seriously. You don't need to be alone right now."

He's wrong. Being alone is exactly what I need.

I continue to try my best to ignore him. He makes it hard, though, and I eventually grab onto a pillow, pressing it over my head. It makes my skull hurt, but I'd rather feel that than listen to Wyatt.

Eventually, though, the pounding stops. I pull down the pillow and look cautiously over at the door. I sit up; there's complete silence. Being as quiet as I can, I get out of bed and tiptoe over to the door. I lean forward and listen, but still, I hear nothing.

Maybe he's just pretending he's not there anymore to trick me into opening the door. "Wyatt?" I say. He doesn't answer. Slowly, I unlock the door, crack it open just an inch, and look outside.

He's not there. Opening the door all the way, I step out into the hallway. Wyatt is nowhere to be found. Confused, I lean against the wall. Where did he go? Did he just give up? It that's the case, the least he could have done is said goodbye.

"Wyatt?"

He doesn't respond. When I toddle down the hall, I suddenly realize why.

Standing at the top of the stairs, I hear the front door opening, Wyatt standing in front of it. In walk Ethan and Dave.

I start to make my way down the stairs.

"Get out of my house!" I yell, causing them to look up. They’re alarmed, but I don't care. "I'll call the police!"

Dave, smug as ever, doesn't buy it. "You're going to call the police on the people who came to check on you?"

"Not now Dave," says Wyatt.

"Fuck off!" I yell at them. "I didn't ask you to come here; I don't want you here. Leave. Me. Alone!"

"You don't mean that, Shadow."

I turn to Ethan. I'm still on the stairs, gripping the banister, so I have to look down at him. He looks tired, more tired than I feel. "Ethan, if you had any common sense, you'd ditch these two. All they're going to do is complain and gang up on you and ruin your whole entire life."

Dave starts to say something, but Wyatt stops him.

"No, go head. What did you want to tell me?"

"He doesn't want to tell you anything," says Wyatt. "We just came to see how you were after the article."

"I feel like shit. I think it's obvious." I start to walk towards them. I'm about halfway down the stairs now, and, looking at all of them in turn, I say, "I need a drink."

None of them seem amused. They move to block the way. I get down to the bottom step and try to push passed them but they're stronger and I fail.

"Move," I say. When they don't, I repeat myself, this time with more force. "Move!"

Ethan asks me how much I've had to drink but I ignore him. They're not my parents; I don't have to answer to them.

Wyatt attempts to reach for me, but I push his hands away. I almost lose my footing, but Dave catches me. I yank myself out of his grasp.

"Shadow," says Wyatt, "you need to calm down. Let's find a place to relax. You're going to drink water and I'm going to order you food."

I don't like his plan--and not just because he's talking to me like I'm a child.

I shake my head. "No."

I start back up the stairs, but he reaches for me. This time his grasp is strong, and I can feel a bruise forming on my wrist. I try to wriggle away but can't. Either he's been working out or I'm way more inebriated than I thought.

It doesn't stop me from continuing to pull away. I tell him to let me go, but he doesn't. I try to push him away, but he doesn't budge. All the while, he's asking me to stop moving but all I want to do is run away. It gets so bad, that, as I'm yelling and pulling, my foot slips, I lose my footing, and go flying.

Only this time, no one catches me.

I crash against the stairs, first my arms, then my shoulder. I cry out in pain, looking up at the guys. They look horrified, but I can't keep my focus on them for too long. Soon, everything goes blurry and my vision cuts in and out.

Then... nothing.

This is probably one of my favorite chapters I've written for this story so far. Thanks for reading.

-L.H.

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fulokis · 4 years ago

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#I’m such a skatterbrained idiot right now #I burped and was like why the hell does it taste like root beer I haven’t had root beer in ages #completely forgetting I’d downed a bottle before bed #like ugh my brain is not doing well

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gretavanlace · 2 years ago

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sam always came over unannounced. you should’ve known better at this point.

you lay in your bed, vibrator working wonders on your aching clit as you neared an end you’d been building up longer than you should’ve, but god if you didn’t love the wait.

and then there was a knock, snapping you right back into reality.

did you order food? are your neighbours coming over to complain about the food? did someone go to the wrong door?

you placed your vibrator on your bedside table - mistake number one - and slipped on a tshirt long enough to be a dress before walking out of your bedroom, leaving your door open a crack - mistake number two.

when you answered the door it was none other than your best friend and most annoying house guest sam standing at the door, looking impatient as ever.

“it’s saturday night and you’re wearing that? come on, get dressed, we’re going out.”

“you could’ve at least texted me,” you said as you closed the door behind him.

“this is a lot more fun.” he winked and you felt your stomach flutter. he scoured around your kitchen, looking for something to drink perhaps. “i like seeing the look of disappointment in your eyes when you realize it’s only me.”

you shot him a glare, grabbing the bottle of tequila he had just taken a swig out of out of his hands. “no one else i’d rather have raiding my alcohol, actually.”

he clapped his hands together and stood up straight. “okay, come on, i’m bored, the town is hopping, let’s get you into one of those slutty little dresses of yours and let’s go out,”

he practically strutted his way to your bedroom, the door being opened in the slightest giving him permission to go in. you practically ran after him, your face hot with a weird sense of embarrassment when he froze in the doorway, his eyes stuck on your bedside table.

what you couldn’t see from behind was that his pupils dilated, he sucked in a breath, and he licked over his bottom lip in amusement.

you rushed past him, hoping if you put your vibrator away fast enough he’d forget it was there. your face felt hot and god, did you ever feel embarrassed.

and why? sam was always your wing man, he helped you score countless hookups before, but something about this felt private, secretive, dangerous.

“sorry about the mess,” you mumble almost incoherently as he just stood there and watched you panic.

what you couldn’t see was how he was picturing you on the bed, legs parted wide, vibrator humming against your clit. how he pictured you moaning his name while you lay alone in bed. it was enough to make his cock twitch in his jeans.

“no,” he said softly, he inched closer to you, staring down at you with a lust filled look you had never seen towards you before. he placed his hand on the wrist of the hand that held your vibrator.

“did i interrupt something?” his words were dripping with sex, but his tone stayed innocent.

you swallowed heavily. all the air had left your lungs, you were sure of it.

you nodded slowly and stared up at him in disbelief that this was even being talked about.

he leaned to your ear, his breath hot and heavy, his words full of lust while his tone remained innocent, his hand still gripping your wrist.

“you know, i’ve thought about you countless times in this bed..” he mumbled, his other hand trailing up your side, toying with your tshirt riding up ever so slightly.

you felt completely exposed, you were in such a rush to answer the door you didn’t have anything on underneath.

“never pictured you using this..” he squeezed your wrist gently. your mouth hung open in disbelief at his confession. “god, it’s driving me wild,”

his touch, his breath, his words - all of it drove you completely wild. after what felt like an excruciatingly long amount of silence you finally spoke up.

“you wanna see me use it?”

Sammy girls, gather ‘round…my beautiful anon has decided to feed you

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beels-burger-babe · 3 years ago

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*This is completely self-indulgent as I officially have to wear glasses now and got my first pair today, but I figured to give you guys some content in between me being stuck on the two stupid drafts that I'm writing, I'd give you this I guess this is a series of shorts?? Either way, enjoy! -B*

Summary: It's the night before the first major test of the RAD school year, and MC has been holed up in their room all day. The brothers are concerned and go to check in on them, but they notice something different - MC is wearing glasses

CW: Asmo being Asmo. His bit is a little suggestive at times

LUCIFER

Although he'll never admit it, Lucifer was really concerned when you had disappeared for the entire day.

He was so used to hearing you laughing amongst his brothers, or pestering him in his office, or even just lounging in the living room that your absence had left him feeling like something was wrong.

Using the excuse of bringing you food to prevent you from starving, he comes to your room and knocks once before entering.

"MC, I know your studying, but do try not to forget that you...need..."

He's cut off mid-snark as he saw you staring back at him behind a pair of framed lenses.

His heart stuttered in his chest and Lucifer Morningstar is left speechless.

Your hair was a mess from the countless times you had run your hands through it. There were bags of exhaustion under your eyes, and there was a hand-shaped mark on your face from where you had been leaning into your palm.

But with those glasses, you looked studious and sharp.

If the eye-wear added this much to your beauty when you were clearly sleep-deprived as you were, he couldn't help but imagine how you might look dressed up in business wear with them.

"Lucifer?"

He snapped his head up, as you caught his focus one more, and noticed, with a frown, how you had removed your glasses.

"Did you come here for something?"

Lucifer walked over to your desk and set down the plate in front of you. "I was ensuring that you actually ate some food between all the reading you're doing." He picked up your glasses and casually inspected them (although mentally he was taking note of the style so that he could buy you more). "I was unaware that you wear glasses, MC."

You rolled your eyes and took a bite from the food in front of you. "That's because I don't need to wear them all the time. Just when I'm doing activities that can strain my eyes."

Lucifer hummed and looked closely at you. You rose an eyebrow at the demon, questioning his odd behaviour. Before you could say anything, he leaned forward and gently slid the frames onto your face.

You felt your cheeks heat up as his eyes remained locked on yours, and a sly smile graced his lips. "You should wear them more often," he whispered softly. "You look lovely in them."

MAMMON

Mammon sighed heavily as he sat upside down on his bed.

He was bored. You had locked yourself up in your room all day for that stupid test and had kicked him out since apparently he was "distracting" and "prevented you from getting any work down."

Well, fuck that! He wanted to spend time with you, damn it!

Mammon marched down the hall and banged on the door once before throwing open the door. "Yo human! Studyin' time is over! It's Mammon ti-...time..."

He trailed off for a moment as he noticed you glaring heatedly at him. However, it wasn't the glare that made him surprised. No. It was the fact that the glare was being filtered through a pair of glasses that he had never seen before on your face.

"When the fuck did you start wearin' glasses?!" He screeched and marched over to you, grabbing your cheeks to pull you closer and get a better look.

You let out a noise of frustration and swatted his hands away. "Mammon quit it! I'm trying to study!"

Surprisingly, he pulled back his hands, but he remained barely an inch away from you. "I didn't ask if you were studyin'! I asked about the glasses!"

You felt yourself blush and pulled your face away. "I've always had glasses. I just don't always wear them. That's all. Wh-Why does it matter?"

Mammon opened his mouth to give a retort, before snapping his jaw back shut. His face grew rapidly warm as he scratched the back of his neck. "I-I was just wonderin'! You've been down here for what? 3 months now? And I ain't ever seen you wear them."

You averted your eyes from the clearly flustered demon and nervously played with your hands. "Yeah, well, I didn't really want any of you to see me in them. I look pretty silly and-"

"What the fuck are you talkin' about? You're adorable!!" Mammon shouted before slapping a hand over his blushing face. The two of you stared at each other with wide eyes full of shock. "I-I mean, glasses are cool, ya know? I wear glasses all the time! And if the Great Mammon knows anythin', it's style! So, of course, you look cute- I mean good- I mean gorgeous- I-I mean GAH!" Mammon turned around and stormed out of the room.

A couple days later, you found a pair of tinted glasses, identical to the ones Mammon wears, in your prescription sitting by your door.

LEVIATHAN

Levi groaned as he looked at the books in front of him.

He wasn't the most studious of his brothers, and this test was draining the life out of him. He wanted nothing more than to curl up with you and watch anime, but because of this stupid test you were both holed up in your respective rooms studying.

Leviathan let out a huff as he laid his head on his desk and glanced over at his manga collection. His gaze paused on the side of a particular school manga with the two main characters studying on the cover.

Levi shot out of his seat in realization, "I can just go study with them!!!"

Levi quickly gathered all his textbooks and went straight to your room. He knocked on the door and nervously waited for you to answer.

As the door swung open, Levi's jaw dropped and his books went scattering across the floor.

Glasses. You were wearing glasses. Glasses that made your eyes look slightly bigger and just overall made you so freaking cute. Oh goodness. He didn't know that you could pull off the cool, studious type so well. You were just so cute!

"Oh shoot, Levi! Your books!" You bent down and quickly began to gather them for him. It was just like a scene from an anime!

"S-So kawaii," the otaku muttered, as he tried to hide his red face behind his arm.

The reddening got worse as you looked up at him and tilted your head. "What was that, Levi?"

He frantically waved his hands took his books back from you, "N-NOTHING! Just, um, I-I was wondering if we could study together? I'm not having much luck on my own, a-a-and you look smart, especially with your new glasses, which look amazing, and I-I thought maybe..."

You smiled softly at the otaku's mumbling and grabbed his hand. "Of course, Levi! I'd love to study with you!"

As you pulled him into your room to sit at your desk, Levi blushed and followed behind you, mentally thinking of the number of glasses-wearing cosplays he could get you to try.

SATAN

Satan took a sip of his tea as you sat down at the library table beside him.

Test season had always been a favourite of his for a number of reasons, but this year, those reasons could all be narrowed down to one big one: he got to spend more time alone with you.

It made him more grateful than ever that his brothers were morons and that he was the only dependable demon in the house that you could study with.

He had constructed an easy-to-follow study guide for the two of you that would guarantee both your success for this test. You'd get good grades and avoid Lucifer's wrath, and he'd get to spend time with you. It was a win-win.

He flipped through a textbook to find the subject of the test. "Alright. We should get started if we're going to stick to the plan. Now, how comfortable are you with..." he stopped short as he looked up and saw you staring at him with a pair of glasses on your face.

He blinked.

He had never seen you were glasses before. He couldn't help but think that now that he had, he never wanted to see you without them again. You look so stunning and elegant with them on. He absolutely loved it.

Of course, he couldn't just tell you that though.

Instead, Satan tilted his head and smirked. "You are aware that just because you're wearing glasses, it won't make you any smarter?"

You gasped in mock offence and lightly hit his arm as Satan laughed. "I'll have you know these are prescribed! I have to wear them when I'm doing any strenuous activities."

Satan flashed a roguish smile and went back to flipping through his book. "Pity. I'd rather like to see you wear them more often. You look wonderful," before you even got the chance to respond or acknowledge the light blush on his cheeks, Satan cleared his throat. "Now, on page 364, you'll see..."

ASMODEUS

Asmodeus hummed to himself as he walked towards your room with a basket full of facemasks and nail polish in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other.

You had been tucked away in your little room all day studying, and he just knew that you needed a break. That's where he came in of course, offering you all the love and self-care you could ever desire.

Asmodeus joyfully knocked on your door before slipping inside. "MC dear, I've come to free you from your..." he inhaled sharply at the sight before him.

You were laying on your stomach, kicking your legs behind you as you read whatever book you were studying from, dressed in an adorably oversized sweatshirt. That alone would've been enough to make him squeal.

But you were also wearing glasses.

Asmo shrieked as he jumped onto the bed with you and tackled you.

You let out a yelp as the two of you tumbled to the floor. "Wha- Asmo! Get off!"

Asmodeus giggled and sat up beside you. "Sorry, darling! I couldn't help it! You look so cute with your little glasses. AH! It's delightful," his eyes sparkled with intrigue and pleasure. "Sexy even," he purred as he leaned in close.

You chuckled and pushed Asmodeus away as you stood up. "I'm just studying. The glasses are so I can read without getting a headache."

The demon hummed as he walked back over to the door to regather his supplies. "Well, have you ever considered buying some for accessories? I have a pair or two that would look gorgeous on you. It'd be a shame if the only person who ever got to see how scrumptious you look with glasses was your books," he smirked knowingly as he turned around and saw you flustered.

Asmo grinned and held the basket and wine bottle. "Now enough with the studying. It's time for a break. So sit back and relax, and let me take care of you."

You raised an eyebrow at him, and damn that glare was more effective from behind a pair of lenses. "Asmo," you warned, causing the demon to shiver.

Asmo pouted and gestured to the basket. "Self-care of course. Gee, MC, why must you think such filthy things."

BEELZEBUB

Beel made his way towards your room with his arms full of snacks.

He was proud of you for taking your test so seriously and really putting in the work to do your best, but he was also worried. He had barely seen you come out of your room even once today, and that meant that you probably hadn't eaten enough.

Seeing as you were always carrying around snacks for him, he figured it was time that he returned the favour.

He frowned as he got to your door and realized that he had no hands to knock with. He tried rearranging the food in his arms but nearly dropped the entire load. Beel huffed and stared at the door for a couple seconds before leaning forward and butting it with his head several times.

He heard a groan and some shuffling on the other side before the door opened.

His eyes widened as you stood before him, yawning as you rubbed your eyes underneath your glasses - yes, glasses.

You were always small in comparison to Beel, but now with the glasses, there was something about it that made you look even more delicate.

"Cute," Beel said as he looked down at you.

Your face instantly flushed as you blinked up at him. "H-Huh?"

Beel smiled softly and felt his fingers twitch with the urge to ruffle your hair. "Your glasses. They look very cute," he explained honestly.

You squeaked and quickly took them off, too embarrassed by Beel's forward compliment. "Th-Thanks Beel. They're um, they're just for studying."

The urge to ruffle your hair, or pat your shoulder, or even simply touch you grew stronger, but Beel's hands were still full. So, much like with the door, Beelzebub thought of an alternative.

He leaned down and gently kissed the top of your head. His warm gaze met yours as he gently whispered, "You always look pretty, but with them on, you look even prettier," and then, as though he hadn't just stolen your heart, he grinned and held out the food. "I brought snacks."

BELPHEGOR

Belphie had been wandering around the house late at night in yet another round of restlessness.

He had just walked past your door when he noticed your bedroom light was still on. Belphegor tsked and began making his way over. It was bad enough that he wasn't getting any sleep. He didn't need you picking up on his awful sleep habits just because of some boring test.

Without bothering to knock, Belphie opened your bedroom door. He opened his mouth to tease you but found his words catching in his throat.

You weren't awake after all.

You were passed out on your desk, face smooshed up against an open book with a pair of glasses sitting uncomfortably askew on your nose.

Belphie felt his cold heart melt at the sight.

He let out a deep chuckle and walked over to you. He carefully removed the glasses from your face and snorted at the red lines that had been left in their wake. He pressed gentle kisses to the marks before scooping you up in his arms and carrying you over to your bed.

"Silly MC," he whispered as he draped your blankets over you. "Everyone knows that you're not supposed to sleep with glasses on," he smiled tenderly at your sleeping form as he brushed a few hairs from your forehead. "No matter how cute they may make you."

*And that's that! I hope you enjoyed this cute little thing I just threw together! Sorry I haven't been able to write as much lately. School and work have just been insane and I honestly don't think the workload is gonna get any lighter. Thank you for your patience and your support!*

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the-freaks · 2 years ago

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Whisper

Eddie Munson x Fem Reader

Warnings: unprotected sex, spitting, slight dom!Eddie, jealousy, swearing, cigarettes, slight choking (let me know if I forgot any / need to add any)

Summary: Y/N and Eddie just recently started a relationship and decided to keep it low profile. Steve and Robin show up to Eddie’s trailer earlier than expected for their plans, interrupting an intimate moment. Panic sets in and they are terrible at trying to hide it.

You woke up at Eddie’s, next to him in bed. You sipped the water bottle he always left for you before he joined you to sleep. You gently played with his hair as usual before getting yourself up. You walked through his trailer in your oversized cropped Iron Maiden t shirt and grey cotton shorts. You started a pot of coffee and had a cigarette on the couch while it brewed. You looked out the window to see a beautiful crisp autumn day, and we’re excited to see your friends Steve and Robin today. They wanted to spend the day at Skull Rock, have a fire and some drinks. You told Eddie about it last night, you hoped he remembered.

Steve, Nancy and Robin introduced you and Eddie last year, shortly after their latest experience in the Upside Down. You never had been, and you were thankful for that. Meeting El, Will and Johnathan for the first time not too long ago, they all shared their experiences with you, but Eddie shared his with you privately.

You two had become best friends and were completely inseparable. You lived a few trailers away from him, and after he graduated, he had gotten his own trailer so you basically started living with him. Your mom didn’t mind much, she loved Eddie, and his uncle Wayne thought you were a great person for Eddie to be around.

But about 8 months into the friendship was when you both came to realize there were feelings involved. One night about a month ago, you were at Steve’s house with your other friends and ended up spending the night there. You didn’t sleep in the same room as Steve, and only slept there because you were all drinking and it was late. Eddie was going crazy that whole night, so worried something would happen with you and Steve. The only reason he wasn’t there was because he had the flu. Although nothing did happen between you and Steve, Eddie couldn’t sleep that night. Once you got home, you and Eddie got into a small argument about it, and that’s when it all came to light between you two. You started a relationship with each other but decided to keep it on a low profile for now. The only people that knew were your mom and Wayne.

You pour yourself a mug of coffee and hear Eddie call your name from the bedroom. You walk in to see him still in bed, pouting that you got up.

“I hate how early you wake up, I can always tell when you’re not in the bed,” he mumbled, pulling at your shirt.

You climb back into bed next to him, “I know, but you sleep too late!”

Eddie looks at his watch and groans, collapsing his head into your neck, “It’s not even noon yet.”

“But it’s so nice out and we have plans…”

He groans, “I’m sure, but I’m sleeping.”

You giggle and peck kisses at his neck, “You sure about that?”

He cocks and eyebrow looking down at you, “You have other plans?”

“Hmmm…” you hum, “Maybe I’ll sleep at Steve’s again tonight.”

You laugh when Eddie gives you a look. It was funny now and Eddie always got a little turned on by jealousy, “Funny,” he mumbles, “Go ahead, see what would happen.”

“What would happen?”

He climbs on top of you, “I’d have to remind you who you belong to.”

You giggle, “I think you should remind me now…”

He gently grips your neck, “Oh, yeah? You’re starting to forget?”

You shrug, “Maybe a little.”

“Oh, you’re in a fun mood today,” he groans.

He starts sucking and nibbling at your neck, and runs his other hand down your body, grabbing at you each time he moves down, “Mine, mine, mine,” he whispers, “Only mine. Understand?”

You sigh playfully, “I think I need more convincing.”

“That’s it,” he sits up, “You’re in trouble now.”

You giggle as he starts pulling your clothes off and goes back to work on your neck, purposely leaving marks. He pulls his boxers down and kicks them off, rubbing his hard cock in between your legs.

He sits up to look down at you, “There, all marked up.”

He slides his hand down in between your legs and plays with the wetness that was building, sliding his fingers in and watching you squirm.

“Normally I’d be putting my face down there before fucking you,” he mumbles, working his fingers inside you, “But since you pissed me off, I’m just gonna get right to fucking you like the little slut you are, kay?”

You nod, “Yes, Eddie.”

“Don’t act all innocent with me now, you’re in trouble.”

He grabs his cock and starts rubbing the tip against your clit, causing you to squirm around more. He presses his lips as he watches you, then slides his tip inside of you, “You’re gonna take it, kay? I’m gonna fill you up, and you’re gonna take it. Understand?” He whispers, leaning down closer to you.

You gasp at feeling him entering you and nod eagerly.

He hums, “Good girl…”

He slides his cock into you as deep as he can and holds it there, watching you squirm on him, “That’s it baby, squirm for me. Too big for you, huh?”

You moan out his name, “Eddie, please…”

“Please what?”

You throw your head back in frustration, “Please, Eddie! Fuck me, please.”

He grins and starts to pull out only to slam it back into you, watching your face get so cock drunk off of him. He starts to rub your clit with his thumb, digging his other fingers into your skin, his other hand gripping your throat, “Such a pretty little slut for me,” he moans, “Such a good girl for me.”

He slides his fingers up from your throat and into your mouth, playing with your tongue and pushing them far back, causing you to gag and drool, “Fuck…” he groans as he slams into your pussy harder. He watches you and works your clit faster, “Cum on me, baby,” he moans, “I wanna see you make a mess for me…show me what only I can do to you…show me what’s mine.”

You groan loudly at his words, trying to grind your hips down harder into him. He pulls his fingers out of your mouth and puts the wet fingers into his mouth to taste. He grips that hand tightly on your hip, pushing and pulling you harder onto his thrusts. You feel your wetness dripping onto him, making beautiful noises as he slaps into you, noises he loved. He watched himself fuck you, still working on your clit.

“Such a good girl for me…” he groans, “Tell me who you belong to.”

“You,” you cry out, eyes starting to fill with tears so he knew you were close, “I belong to you, Eddie.”

“Fuck,” he sighs under his breath, feeling your walls tightening around him, “Getting so tight baby, I’m gonna fill you up soon…cum for me, baby…”

He spits on your clit to creates even more wetness around it, so he finger moves even more gracefully. Your legs start trembling and tears stream down your face as your release explodes, causing him to marvel down at your juices squirting from around him.

You scream out his name as he fucks you through your orgasm, grasping at his skin, begging him not to stop. You scream out his name again and he grips your throat.

“Such a good girl,” he whispers, “Look at this mess…”

He slams his hand over your mouth, a knock on his trailer door interrupting him. You both lay silently. Another knock. Eddie jumps out of bed, “Get dressed,” he demands as he pulls on some old black sweatpants he had on the floor.

You get up, fucked out of your mind and slide your clothes back on, throwing you hair into a messy ponytail.

“Stay here,” he mumbles as he closes the bedroom door behind him as he goes to investigate.

You looked at your watch to see it was 12pm, 30 minutes before Steve and Robin said they were going to come over to your place. You put your ear to the bedroom door to listen in.

Eddie opens the door to see Robin completely looking in every direction other than at him, and Steve grinning widely right at him.

“Morning, sweetheart,” Steve says sarcastically, “Sleep good?”

Eddie squints his eyes from the sun, “Uh, hi,” he notices Robin literally avoiding eye contact, “Hello, uh,” he crosses his arms over his bare chest, “How can I help you.”

Steve scoffs, “Dude, we’re going to Skull Rock! Y/N said she told you last night.”

Eddie looks up to think, remembering that you did tell him this last night and that you tried to remind him again this morning, “Yeah, obviously. Uh, no Wheeler?” He asks to buy time.

“Nah, her and Mike had a family thing they couldn’t get out of,” Steve responds, looking into Eddie’s trailer.

“Oh, shit - tough,” Eddie sighs to cover up trying to catch his breath.

“Anyway,” Steve continues, “We were supposed to meet Y/N at her trailer,” Steve motions with his head in that direction, “But she’s not there…her car is. Must have walked somewhere, huh?”

Eddie nods slowly, “Huh, yeah. Think she said she was gonna go to the liquor store to get some drinks for us.”

“Oh,” Steve raises his eyebrows, nodding along, “Yeah, cause we just came from there actually, she wasn’t there.”

“Oh, cool,” Eddie nods, looking away, “Probably in the shower,” he shrugs.

Steve smiles, “Think we can hang here til she’s ready? You weren’t busy or anything, right?”

“No, nope,” Eddie quickly responds, “Yeah, come on in…”

He holds the door for them, “You okay, Buckley?”

Robin starts laughing nervously and loudly, “Great! Yeah, thanks. I’m very…good. Edward, Eddie, Munson…”

She sits down on the couch staring at the wall while Eddie stares at her with wide eyes, “Okay…well,” Eddie shakes his head, “I’m gonna go put some clothes on.”

Steve winks at him as he leans against the wall, watching him back away to his bedroom, “Kay, you go do that.”

Eddie comes back into the bedroom, nervously putting his normal clothes on.

“I told you about this! But you don’t listen!” You whisper yell.

“Uh…” Eddie almost ignoring you starts looking around his room, “You have clothes here right? Like jeans or some shit?”

You look around the room with him, “I think so?”

He looks up at what you’re wearing, “Kay, leave the shirt, that’s fine. Try to find your clothes, if not, make a pair of my jeans work.”

You nod, looking through the clothes on his floor. You get on your knees to look under his bed and find a pair of your black jeans. They were covered in dust, “I’ve been looking for these!” You whisper yell at him.

He gives you a look, “I don’t keep an inventory here!” He whisper yells back.

You stare back at him, and shake the pants around since they were covered in dust, and you both start coughing. He slams his hand over your mouth again.

“Munson? You good?” Steve calls out.

“Fantastic, Harrington,” he calls back out with an annoyed tone, “Gimme a second!”

“Was that a good idea.” He whispers to you, stating rather than asking, brushing the dust off instead of shaking it.

“I can climb out the window? Pretend I was just walking over here?” You suggest as you slide your shorts off to change into the jeans.

He snaps his fingers, “Good thinking. I’ll meet you outside though, you’re gonna fall and make a scene.”

You roll your eyes as Eddie runs out of the bedroom, “Gonna go have a cigarette,” he says loudly to Steve and Robin as he swiftly walks past them. They both watch him without responding and see him awkwardly pretending to have a cigarette before running to the back of the trailer.

“I told you to wait!” Eddie whisper yells at you, seeing you ass sticking out of his window. He can’t help but laugh, “This is why I said that, actually.”

“Shut up,” you whisper back, “Help me, my shoe is stuck.”

“Christ,” he mumbles, trying to get your shoe lace unstuck, “just take it off.”

“I will fall!” You whisper yell.

He laughs, trying to hide his face from you, “Baby, who climbs out of a window ass first?”

You sigh, “Eddie, I’m going to kill you.”

He holds you up, trying to get your shoe lace out of the crappy plastic window hinge, “Ass first,” he mumbles, “Climbing out of a window backwards.”

You look over your shoulder in your strange position and see Steve and Robin standing there just staring at what they were witnessing.

“Eddie,” you say in a normal volume, “They caught us.”

Eddie spins around and sighs in defeat. He hangs his head, “Harrington, give me a hand? Her fucking shoe is stuck and she’s about to fall.”

They both look at each other and burst out laughing. Steve runs over to help with your shoe lace as Eddie holds you up with both hands. Your shoe lace ends up ripping and you start to fall, Steve and Eddie both easing you down.

“Climbing out of a window backwards,” Eddie says again.

“Would you have preferred me to do a back flip out of the window?!” You playfully shove him.

Robin and Steve both still hysterical with laughter, “I am literally never going to forget this,” Robin says, wiping tears from her eyes.

“I mean, I’m traumatized,” Steve adds underneath his laughter, “We heard you two when we walked up,” he points at you, “You’re loud as shit, Munson…not so much.”

Eddie shrugs, nudging you with his shoulder, “What can I say?”

“Ew…” Robin covers her ears, “That part I want to forget. But Y/N’s ass hanging out of your window…that was gold.”

“Why didn’t you guys just tell us you were together?” Steve asks seriously.

You shrug, “I don’t know, it’s still pretty new.”

“Because she can’t climb out of a window, she’s an embarrassment,” Eddie jokes, swinging his arm around you.

Steve and Robin start laughing again, “Good thing you weren’t with us in the Upside Down…” Steve jokes.

“Oh no…” Eddie shakes his head, “We’d all be dead from trying to run backwards.

They all laugh and you playfully shove him again. Eddie lights up a cigarette for you two to share, “Let’s go do some day-drinking and build a fire!”

You all head back to Steve’s car and pile in, Eddie’s arm proudly around you, no longer having to hide it.

#Eddie munson #Eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem reader #Eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson fic

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piratesfromspace · 3 years ago

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Finance Management (Deckard Shaw/Reader)

Deckard Shaw (Fast & Furious) x Reader

Word count: 1.9k CW: mention of food & alcohol, smut

Female reader

Note: This short fic has been inspired by a friend of mine who created the character of the financial advisor of mister Shaw. Also there is not enough fics with Deckard Shaw so here we are.

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MASTERLIST

“Mister Shaw, it’s me again, I’m so sorry but I really need you to call me back please. It’s important. Thank you.”

You let out a deep sigh as you hang up. Handling the finances of rich people is a lucrative and thrilling job, but damn it sometimes those clients of yours are annoying. Especially Mister Shaw.

First, he’s annoyingly busy and unreachable. Most powerful people are, but he can disappear for weeks on end without so much as sending an email.

Second, he’s also infuriatingly handsome and smart and funny. And he has an impeccable sense of style. He has nothing in common with the other clients of your firm, mainly old and boring men, whose only conversation subject is their money and how they hate their wives.

And finally, the worst thing about him is how good of a lover he is. You found out half a year ago, when you ended up in his bed after what should have been a regular business dinner. It was a mistake of course. One that could have cost you your career because it was a very serious breach of contract to sleep with a client.

You never told a soul, and you promised yourself to never do it again. But it was still hard to forget the feeling of him pressed against you, of his hands holding your waist, of his mouth between your thighs...

You try to focus again on your task and stretch your legs, kicking out your high heels. Feet bare on the soft carpet, you walk to the floor-to-ceiling window of your posh office, taking a second to admire the view, as the final rays of the sun disappear over the lake, and Geneva lights up under you. It’s breath-taking, really. But it also means you’re once again staying way too late at the office. Your assistant has gone home a couple hours ago, and your colleagues are either on vacation or on business trips, making you the only person on the building’s 7th floor. You still have a few things to finish so you plop on your leather chair and get back to work, hoping to make it home before 11pm.

That’s when you hear it: the familiar *ding* of the elevator’s door, at the end of the corridor. You tense immediately. You’re not waiting for anyone, and the security guards always use the stairs when completing their patrol.

Steps are coming down your way, and you grab your phone, ready to dial for the security team. And then you recognize his silhouette through the polished glass wall. There is a knock on your door before it opens to reveal Deckard Shaw himself. He’s wearing an expensive suit and an even more expensive watch, a very light stubble is highlighting his perfect jawbone and his deep grey eyes bear a mischievous glint. Handsome, as always.

“Mister Shaw…” you stammer.

“You know you can call me Deckard.” His stupidly sexy British accent and cocky smile will be the death of you.

He’s been in your office for two seconds and you already want to slap him in the face - or climb him like a tree, you can’t really decide.

“It’s quite late, Mister Shaw, you scared me. Anything I can do for you?” you insist on saying his family name, in a feeble attempt to maintain a professional façade.

“You needed to see me.” it’s more a comment than a question, and you’re suddenly reminded of the dozen of unanswered phone calls you made trying to reach him.

“Yes… yes, that’s right, but honestly you could have called tomorrow morning.”

“I’d rather see you in person.” he answers, looking you straight in the eyes. You can feel yourself blushing under his gaze. “Wanted to make sure you’re alright. You’re working too much you know.” he says with a soft smile, as his eyes drift down to your sore bare feet and then to the discarded heels under your desk.

What a condescending prick, you think. But at the same time, he’s right and his care seems somewhat genuine. It will not make you forget you almost lost your job because of him though.

“How did you know I was still here tonight?” you purposely redirect the attention on him, rather than you.

“Well, let’s say I would not leave the woman in charge of my assets without any... supervision.”

“Is that a polite way to say you’ve been spying on me?” you retort dryly.

“Oh I love when you’re getting all angry and snobbish, your French accent is even cuter.”

You’re gonna murder him. You really really want to tell him to go fuck himself, but he’s the one responsible for a very generous part of your paycheck, so you have to keep quiet.

“I would be more comfortable if we keep our conversation strictly professional, Mister Shaw.”

“Everything you want, dear.”

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“Mmph, fu-ck... Deckard, don’t stop”

The professional attitude has been long forgotten, since Deckard has pulled you onto his lap on the velvet couch of his presidential suite at the Four Seasons hotel, where you were supposed to only review the important documents he needed to see. But when the room service had brought a very nice bottle of Scotch, you knew you were screwed. You could not refuse a drink, and the warmth of alcohol combined with the warmth of his hand slightly brushing against your thigh had overcome all your resolve.

You are now sprawled on the king-size bed, moaning his name as Deckard Shaw is destroying your sanity very methodically. One foot on the floor, one leg bent on the edge of the bed, he’s pounding into you, holding your hip with one hand, and circling your clit with the other. His pace is calculated, not too fast so you can feel every inch of him, but not too slow so your nerves don’t have any respite, and it’s driving you crazy. Hands tangled in the dark silk sheets beneath you, you try to catch your breath to no avail.

“I won’t stop darling. Not until I can feel you coming again all over me.” His voice is like heavy honey, dripping all over your senses, drowning you in sweet and sinful promises.

You want to close your eyes to focus on the overwhelming feelings, but the view in front of you is too good to be missed. He looks like some demi-god, bathed in the subdued light of the room, broad and muscular chest, abs perfectly drawn. What is his job again? You vaguely remember him talking about serving a few years in the military when he was younger, but he is still definitely hitting the gym on a regular basis.

His muscles flex when he brings you down on his thick cock a little more sharply than before, and you keen as he hits that perfect spot inside of you. You can feel your orgasm build again, and so can he.

“You’re close, princess, aren’t you?”

You mewl in response and he chuckles darkly, keeping up with his ruthless assault on your most sensitive parts. He angles his fingers just a bit differently on your clit, and keeps thrusting into you, stretching you so perfectly you can’t remember the last time someone fucked you this good - wait , actually you can, it was a few months ago and it was by mister Deckard “annoyingly perfect” Shaw.

“Come on, I know you want to, I’ll keep going until you give me one more anyway princess…”

And that's it. You’re gone. Back arching off the bed, you come hard, harder than the first time, clenching around him. You barely hear him hiss in pleasure as you spasm helplessly on the soft sheets, the silk feeling almost cool against your burning skin.

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“Good morning darling."

You open an eye, natural light is flooding the room, as is the delicious smell of fresh coffee and tea. At the foot of the bed, you spot a room service trolley loaded with breakfast treats and through the open door of the bathroom, you can see Deckard is looking at you in the mirror reflection while buttoning a crisp white shirt.

"Your tea is ready. Black, no milk, right?”

He's right and it's annoying because is there anything this man messes up?

"What time is it?" You ask, suddenly remembering you have a busy schedule today.

"You have 27 minutes to eat and get ready, so I can drop you off at your office in time for your first call of the day."

He knows about your tea preferences and your professional agenda, of course he does , he was not joking when mentioning the whole "spying-on-you" situation, or "supervision" as he liked to call it. He needs to stop it, but you decide to keep this discussion for another day.

You stretch, and rise to put on the hotel bathrobe, sighing at the thought of having to wear the same clothes as yesterday. Last you saw them, they were scattered on the floor all over the room and your underwear were positively ruined.

"The concierge was very helpful this morning, thanks to him I got you a few clothes delivered for today." Deckard adds as he pours himself a cup of coffee from the cart and gestures to the leather armchair where a couple of bags doning logos of luxury brands are perched.

You make your way to the packages, and open the first one to reveal a sophisticated dress, fitted and sexy, but not too much that it would be inappropriate as office wear. The second bag is a thoughtful selection of high end make-up products. And the last one contains a gorgeous set of lacy lingerie, nothing too raunchy but sexy nonetheless. Of course everything is in the right size.

"Thank you..." you whisper, a little stunned. The assortment must have cost him a couple grands at the very least - not that he can't afford it because you're well placed to be sure he can, but still, he did not have to do this.

You have to suppress a smile, because damn he's being annoyingly perfect once more, but you don't want to give him the satisfaction to reveal he was right when promising you could stay the night instead of going home and still look fresh for your day at work.

"I was thinking, I'm free tonight, so maybe we can finally review those documents, you know the ones you were supposed to show me before you jumped on me on the couch last night?" Deckard states as he bites in an apple in front of the window, casually looking at lake Geneva glinting in the bright morning sun.

You blush unwillingly, struggling to find a reply that would save you from admitting you had failed at enforcing your usual work ethic.

"I'm kidding dear!" He barks in a laugh. "I know enough to trust you on this venture, you have my approval to go on with the investment." He continues more seriously.

You open your mouth to answer but he's quicker.

"I'm not kidding about being free though, so what about dinner and then we can see where this takes us…"

When you don't answer immediately, he turns to look at you. Maybe he's realizing the situation can be awkward and precarious for you since you're technically working for him.

"You can say no, I won't take any offense." He adds without irony.

"Yes..." You finally answer, tip toeing toward him until you can snatch the apple he was eating from him. He protests but you shush him.

"...Yes, I would like this very much..."

As he starts to protest again, you take a big bite from the fruit with a knowing smile.

"...but only for dinner. Nothing more."

"You'll be the death of me." Deckard says, falsely irritated, his voice dropping lower.

"At least the feeling is mutual, mister Shaw ..."

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husbandohunter · 4 years ago

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A Furry Predicament, but reversed (Reader turns into a cat)? Pretty please with a sweet lil cherry on top? (I recently stumbled across your blog and may I just say that I absolutely adore your works??) Thank youu and take care~~

A Furrier Predicatment [Genshin x Cat!Reader]

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Synopsis: It's your turn to be a cat after this incident.

Characters: Diluc, Kaeya, Xiao, Albedo, Zhongli, Childe, Venti

(A/n): Ah you did OwO that's very sweet of you. It's alot of fun to write, especially when your imagination is stunted and you just gotta spit out something silly.

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[Diluc]

Any beloved pet owned by Master Diluc would be under the most high quality and meticulous treatement. Mostly for cats since they tend to be calm while elegant...to some extent. If they were dogs then he'll ensure that they also serve as a partner for sniffing out trouble such as a certain bard who'd might've sneaked into the wine cellars. But you weren't either, so to say, you were both a beloved AND a cat.

As he picks you up gently into his arms, Diluc would be a little baffled on what to do next. He has no idea how to care for delicate creatures as he never had one (other than a pet tortoise but that's different) in which he needed to look for help. But who? The staff? Certainly not, no one can find out that his partner turned into a pet (imagine all the scandals he'll be in). Jean? Anything but the knights of Favonius. And most certainly not his brother.

So Diluc ends up figuring everything out by himself (old habits die hard). All the sweets and regular meals you craved were no long in your menu, you were forced to have a proper cat diet because he believed it was healthier. Half of the time he has no idea what he's doing, since you were a cat and all you could do was "meow" (which Diluc forgets. He tries to have a mundane conversation until you stare at him with feline eyes. That was when he remembered).

"What would you like for tonight's dinner, my love?"

"Meow." He has alot to learn.

Though Master Diluc often gets very tired and he attempts to take a quick nap before killing himself over the next set of duties. That is, until you could help it. Being a cat has it's furry and comfy advantages. So you leapt up to the bed as quietly as possible and onto the side of your lover, circling a few times to see if he was really asleep. When he was you snuggled close to keep him warm, hoping it would lull him into a rest even deeper. He slept like a baby.

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[Kaeya]

If the Cavalry Capatain were to own a pet, they would either be charmed by him or snaring their teeth because of his unreadable and suspicious aura. Animal instincts are quite powerful. But your case wasn't the latter, thankfully and he could feel himself growing fond of this new found relationship. Almost. What should he do with you now that you're a cat, Kaeya wonders.

Belly rubs and a lot of them. He absolutely adores the way your cute little nose scrunches up while he runs his fingers on the center of your tummy (though he knows when to stop, Kaeya is rather gentle with you nowadays). You found that he absolutely adores the shape of your nose, would pick you up and boop yours with his own somehow knows how to be his flirty self despite your unusual form.

There was this one incident where you saw something shiny flashing over the wall. Slowly you followed it as the bright dot moved futher and further away, evetually gaining speed. Little did you know it was Kaeya who was watching you swipe your little paws up and down against the wall while he was just cleaning his sword. How could he help it? You were often so headstrong and independent, now you were just an adorable little kitten that loves to play with yarn and shiny things. It backfired him though, now there were a bunch of scratchmarks marring the surfaces (which he had to pay for repairs).

Takes you out to Windrise so that you could get some fresh air (also for you to find somewhere else to shed your fur other than his humble abode). Kaeya sits back under a tree while you either chase a butterfly or start slapping against the dandelions (only sneeze when they fly into your face). He wasn't sure if you were aware of what you were doing right now, if you were then he'll have lots of things to talk about once you turn back into human. If not, then at least he had the opportunity to witness such a soft side coming from you.

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[Xiao]

If any animal were to go close towards the adeptus, they would run away. Xiao isn't very good at interacting with others, pets included, usually they would run into the alleyway or hide around the legs of their owners while he glaringly, blankly stares at them (Even though he wouldn't admit it, Xiao thinks to himself, how soft is cat fur?) Now he gets to touch your cat form and turns out that fur is very ticklish yet pleasant against his skin.

Would be the most awkward conversationalist, the poor yaksha was already terrible with his words (often coming out harsh so he prefers to either keep away or say nothing at all) and even with you sometimes, now it was almost impossible to communicate. Xiao is not very good at reading a cat's body language. When you want him to hold you again, you'd walk in circles. He assumes you were hungry and leaps out the window to go fetch some fish...for the nth time there was a pile of raw salmon stacking upon the floor. Xiao thinks that maybe salmon species weren't to your liking, hence he does out to find another one.

As he plays his flute, you'd magically doze off on his lap. (There was one thing that you both can communicate with at last). Slowly but surely, he comes to learn the different gestures you make for certain situations. You often rub yourself upon his leg which he had heard to be a cat's way of claiming their territory. That was when Xiao picks you up, FINALLY. Though the real reason why it took him this long was because he was hesitant to hold you. He never really held a pet so naturally he has no idea how to hold a cat. Ends up cradling you in his arms because it seemed to be a safer option <3

"I never thought I'd be able to hold you like this," Xiao softly says to your lazy form, observing the way your ears perked up at the sound of his voice, "But I...forget it. We can stay like this for the time being, if you'd like. If not, that's fine too."

You stay.

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[Albedo]

The only pets Albedo had were for his alchemic experiments (plus they were put in cages too). Fact be told, he would make a terrible pet owner with the lifestyle he has now. The alchemist would be so absorbent into his work that he'll most likely forget that he has someone to feed and by the time he realized it, they would have already starved to death. After hearing glass bottles crashing to the floor, Albedo bursts into the rooms as the smoke fills it completely, finding a cat lost between it. The cat was you. He knows because he made the potions.

Sometimes he'd a little too scientific for his own good. Albedo assumed that when you turned into a cat, you've gone into cat mode and ends up treating you as such. "No, don't go near any bodies of water. You wouldn't like it." He almost forgets that you were once human which is very much like him if you had to be honest. Though when he does find out that you still carried human traits, Albedo must find ways to adapt things to your liking.

He makes your food himself. He's not a cook but he sure is good at everything he does, even if it's something he never did before. This goes for other areas too such as the size of your bed, if you need a little couch to stay on or maybe some tools to play around. (The only time when he is a good pet owner). In his sketchbook he'd have a bunch of blueprints and contraptions of what to make next. There's something enjoyable when spoiling you, those little reactions when you're pleased, like the twitch of your whiskers or the lift of your tail. Albedo finds is very cute.

On top of all that, he could also make you a potion to turn you back into normal. It seemed that it was the last thing he thought of on the list. Albedo was too occupied with treating you like a cat that it all flew over his head until now. Time flies when you're having fun.

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[Zhongli]

Unlike Albedo, anyone who has Zhongli as a pet owner would be considered to be a very lucky animal. He radiates a calm and serene aura that gives the perfect environment to have infinite nap times. People look at this man and wonder why his pet never gives him any trouble, especially when cats were considered to be both fiesty and needy. But they just didn't know that the cat was you (not like it would make a difference, any animal would know that Zhongli was no ordinary man).

How on earth does he know what you're saying? Maybe it's because he was once an archon. You could meow and he knows exactly what you would like to snack on. You could tilt your head, he takes it that you were curious on what he was currently doing (which was exactly what you were wondering), you can say nothing at all yet as if he could read your mind, Zhongli comes over to pet you with his gloved hands.

"How can I tell? Indeed it is because you're my lover, of course. Throughout this time we spent together, I've come to learn the way you speak through your eyes. They seem to hold true no matter what form you take. It's rather comforting."

Though there were many moments where you sneak up behind Zhongli. His hair, his ponytail- so long. Must play with. As you jump up and down with his thin strand swings side to side, it'll take a few seconds for him to decipher what your were doing. The minute he turns around he catches you with his hands midair and laughs heartfully. Cats were very endearing creatures.

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[Childe]

Back home in Snezhnaya, Childe would probably have owned a dog or two. They were mostly meant for hunting purposes, big and large furry creatures with thick skin suitable to endure the harsh cold. He has dogs because cats hate him for some strange reason. They either hiss or snootly turn their backs on him, one time he picked one up as a kid but his face bleeding after the cat scratched him with their paws. But of course you wouldn't do that to him. You would never~ he was your cutie pie anyways.

He was an obnoxious hugger, not gentle at all. Childe forgets his strength as a human man and when he squeezes you tightly against his chest, you'd spike out on all ends because by the archons, you're suffocating. But it was your fault for feeling so comfy and warm! Similar to Kaeya, they're both obnoxious but Childe deemed himself to be even worse. He'd rub his face against yours, commenting on how sensitive it sways. Tonia once told him that she wanted a pet cat instead, maybe he should also bring you back to his homeland now.

Yes he would love to play with you. Bring in the cat toys...or not. This was the eleventh Fatui Harbinger, what were you thinking? Normal cat activities? Not here. He's gonna teach you how to hunt like how he taught his dogs to hunt in Snezhnaya. You gave him the most deadpanned and dissapointed look with your large feline glare. Not only was he disliked by cats but he certainly was not good with them.

Though he can take it down a notch sometimes and just indulge in relaxing activities. When there was nothing else for him to do or when he was just tired after a productive day, he'd sit by the kitchen and you on top of the table. While you yawned and leaned down for a nap, Childe plays with the small of your paws to the soft edge of your nails. If he taps your nose, your whiskers twitch. Your ears are nice, maybe he should get you a headband version once you turned back to human.

You immediately wake up when he touches your tail.

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[Venti]

Achoo!

You sometimes wonder how is it that the anemo archon was able to live through 2000 years without getting beaten up by a cat. If andrius was a large cougar than a wolf, maybe he wouldn't be an archon now. Which is why you are to stay miles far far away from him unless you want the whole of Mondstadt to be blown away by the wind.

Wears a mask (as if this were the covid19 pandemic), although it doesn't take away all his problems, at least it'll minimize it. Venti always has a box of tissues ready but you can tell by the puffiness of his eyes that he's been sneezing alot. He really tries his hardest to pitch in every once in a while when Albedo was working on a cure for you to go back to normal. Though acts as if he was quarantined by staying all the way at the other side of the room.

"Ahahaha don't mind me. It's your local bard of Mondstadt dropping by to see how things are going. I wanna make sure how long it will take for you to make the potion? Just curious!"

No hugs, cuddles or anything involving close proximity. This makes Venti very pouty and impatient. Albedo finds it very hard to concentrate with all the sniffling and sneezing that he had no choice but to kick him out. It didn't help that the location was Dragonspine, now he was sneezing even more.

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