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politemenacephd · 11 months ago

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Arachnophilia (Part Fourteen)

Drider!Miguel O'Hara x Reader (+18)

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Word Count: 5040 Notes: Voyeurism build up is here, will be dropping that next chapter. For now here's some tension/proper argument w HQ!Miguel and some fluff w Mig

‘You’re sure you wish to return today?’

You paused midway through the very unflattering motion of hoisting your suit over your hips, rolling on the bed like a flipped beach turtle, and turned to find Mig watching you from across the room.

His big red eyes already betrayed his concern as they darted from your face to your body, as did his slowly tapping paws.

You shot him a reassuring smile. ‘I’m sure, Mig! Don’t worry, I have a plan.’

Mig made that same adorable face he always did when he was disgruntled, as his nose wrinkled up and his brows folded in over his big puppy-dog eyes. Your reassurance would never be enough, sadly.

‘You could- stay, another hour’ he offered. ‘They can’t fault you for being a little late.’

You sighed through the nose and finally did up the last hidden button on your suit, snapping it into place.

It’d been a few days since Mig’s confession. You’d managed to snag the extra time away from the society by calling up Jess and going through some early talking points online, but all the time you’d gained had been devoted solely to working through Mig’s worries.

His possessive nature had certain gotten worse since he’d acknowledged his past to you. He startled at every minor noise, he rustled against you constantly to keep you saturated in his scent. He panicked when you weren’t in his line of sight, and he was patrolling his territory more and more.

The worst one though was at night, when he’d hide behind his giant legs and you had to gently coax him out.

It wasn’t easy, but you weren’t opposed to comforting your monster partner. You knew it was going to be hard on him. Today he’d made enough progress to at least let you return for a bit, and that was great, but you knew to expect relapses.

With a slight hop you stumbled to your feet and crossed the nest, carefully taking his hands into yours.

‘Uhuh, I could stay an extra hour. And then you would say, please stay another hour, then another, then another, and then I’m called in for insubordination and I get my watch taken away’ you said, firm but soft.

‘Mi arañita, it’s in my blood to keep you here’ he insisted.

‘Nope, can’t use that excuse anymore. I’m not in heat, am I?’ you said. You tried to keep it light by booping his nose with your finger, but Mig remained tense.

‘It’s in my human blood, to keep you here, is what I meant’ he said, his voice dipping. ‘I just want to know you’re safe. I can’t, know, if you’re not here with me.’

Sensing that he was spiralling you put his hand over your chest. He could sense your heart thumping beneath your ribs, small but strong. It seemed to have an instant calming effect.

‘I’m okay. See? I’m okay. And I’m gonna set something up’ you reminded him gently. ‘Right? I’m gonna go get some stuff while I’m at the HQ, like we discussed. You’ll be able to see my vitals on a screen here so you know I’m safe, and we will- test, you being able to call me, because I know if I give you unlimited reign you will call me every second of every hour. But, you know, I’m bringing stuff back to make this easier.’

Mig grumbled and rolled his tongue against his fangs at your reminder. ‘You… are you, sure, they won’t try to keep you away from me?’ he asked.

‘I’m as sure as I can be, Miggy. I mean Jess clearly got annoyed with Miguel for trying to separate us, remember? I don’t think the elite’s care, so long as we’re not endangering anyone. We’re two consenting adults after all.’

‘A monster and his pet’ Miguel grumbled. You couldn’t help but giggle at his sour tone.

‘A consenting adult monster and his consenting adult pet’ you added. Mig didn’t smile with you but you saw him tap his spider legs a few times, which you knew now meant he was happy. It was like a silent laugh for when he was too worried to laugh openly.

‘Hey. Come here’ you whispered.

You gestured for his foreleg and he stretched it out. You took it between both your hands and raised it your lips, pressing a single kiss to the fluffy little paw, showing no sign of fear or disgust. You then gestured for his human hands.

‘Here. Here, babe.’

Mig outstretched his hands, and with his fingers in your grip you kissed each of his claws one after the other. You could sense his body deflating, slowly losing all of that pent up tension as you showed his body the same love you always did.

‘Pretty spider’ you whispered after the final claw was crowned with your lips. When you looked up he was smiling at last.

‘Pretty spider’ he repeated back. You craned your neck and noticed his abdomen was rustling, the fur on his back gently bristling as his middle legs tapped at the floor. You beamed.

‘Mmm. Happy dance’ you noted.

Mig closed his eyes as he smiled, his old, chiselled face growing soft as he made the dance more overt. He tapped his feet back and forth, gently rustling his fluffy body up against your face. You nestled right back. There was nothing better than seeing that little display.

‘Okay, okay. There we go.’ You gently leaned back after giving him a quick squeeze, your hand flying to your watch. You knew you had to make the portal now or you’d never leave.

‘Guess I better get going.’

With a few clicks a portal to the HQ exploded into the centre of the nest, covering your face in that ethereal orange light. You glanced back over your shoulder and saw that Mig had stopped dancing. It hurt your heart, but it had to be done.

‘Can I have a goodbye kiss, please?’ you offered with your hand outstretched on the precipice of the portal. Mig was eager to take it.

‘Ah- yes, of course mi arañita.’

You should have been wise enough to know that this was a double play on his part. The moment your lips connected his hands were on your waist, digging in deep to the soft flesh beneath your suit.

His lips moved slowly, parting before rejoining as they smothered your own. They were so soft compared to the rest of his ruggedness, soft and full and warm. As his tongue teased your mouth they grew wet.

‘Mm—’

His low moan made your knees weak. It vibrated through your lips and into your soul. His lips parted right as you usually would have left, and soon you were entranced by his tongue.

‘Mm- mmm—’

You forgot the portal at your back as Mig gently rumbled against you, his fluffy body vibrating in a way that made your insides tingle. He dug his claws in deeper, a small dose of shock to widen your mouth, allowing his tongue to go right down your throat.

When he pulled back there was a long and heavy trail of spit between you, one that he licked into his mouth without ever breaking eye contact. You felt that pleasurable tension in your gut triple over.

‘Ah—Mig, I know what you’re doing’ you panted.

He’d held you for so long that the portal had closed behind you. You let out a mildly exasperated huff while he tilted his head, his face sickeningly innocent.

‘Doing what? I just wanted to kiss mi arañita goodbye.’

‘You told me you were incapable of lying, Mr.’

‘I am, yes. It’s not a lie’ he said. The earnest affection in his eyes broke you, and a smile crept back onto your face.

‘Mhm. It’s just- leaving out the full truth, right?’

He coyly darted his eyes to the side, forcing you to grab his thickset jaw and turn his head back. You were on your tip toes to reach him.

‘The full truth, is… I don’t want you to go, but, I know you have to. So I will do what I can to keep you here, because I am selfish. And… I will miss you, when you are gone. Because you make me happy. And, I like having you close’ Mig murmured.

‘I know’ you sighed. ‘I know. I’ll miss you too. And I will be back soon. I promise.’

You bumped foreheads once more before pulling back, and this time Mig let you go.

…

As you flew through the dizzying portal you were surprisingly optimistic.

You were going back to the society, and this time you were no longer alone. No matter what you had someone to go home to, someone to talk to, someone to hold you.

Your perspective on the society had also certainly shifted since meeting Mig, and that was something you had to contend with. Knowing that they were hiding things, these cosmic mistakes they didn’t want to deal with, it bothered you to no end. You’d previously viewed the elites as these unfathomable being, who just had to know best because of where they were, but not anymore. Especially in the case of Miguel.

You felt a little bad, but you hadn’t been fully honest with Mig about your intentions. Yes, you were going back to grab some items for him and to show you were available. Yes, you were returning to ensure your relationship was sanctioned.

But you also had something else in mind. Something a bit more personal. Something for the boss to deal with.

You skipped a few steps as your body was thrown from the depths of time and space, your shoes clacking as you hit the HQ floor. You stepped out into the lobby, into a bustling sea of spiders, and you breathed in the familiar smell of Nueva York. It smelled like spandex, like cleaning fluid and cold park air.

You felt the portal close at your back, leaving you standing alone in this great gathering of your peers.

And then you froze.

Almost half the spiders around you were still, their head craned in your direction. You felt the eyes on every inch of your body. You met their gazes through their masks, and despite you clearly looking at them they didn’t turn or look away.

You frowned. What was going on?’

A new sound filled the quiet buzz of conversation, the worst possible sound you could hear. Muffled laughter.

You spun around only for the laughter to stop, and by the time you’d turned back all the spiders were pretending not to have looked at all. They were deep in meaningless conversation, their heads down, and soon you were once again lost in the crowd.

You could feel your face burning, your cheeks hot and clammy.

Oh, fuck. Shit, shit, shit, fuck, shit, fuck. Did they know? How did they know? Who could have told them?

For a moment your blood ran cold. Wait. Had, Miguel, told everyone? To punish you?

In a brewing panic you started to make your way through the HQ.

All the way out of the lobby and up through the dizzying web of beams you felt eyes on you. You occasionally heard laughter but now you couldn’t tell whether it was aimed at you or not, which only spurred your paranoia, and you only continued to spiral further as you went about your objectives.

You stopped by the lab and grabbed the tech you needed for Mig: a watch for him to programme, a monitor for your vitals, and a few old or nearly scrapped holographic screens that you figured he could fix up. All eyes on you, staring at you through screens and over desks. You hurried out.

From there you made a stop at HR, a pretty run-down and disorganised area compared to the rest of the society, where you grabbed some paperwork Jess had ordered you to fill out. You felt eyes peering over piles of paperwork, soft whispers and curious mumbles hidden behind walls as you piled up the work.

By the time you made it to your last stop you could feel the sweat on your lower back from stressing so hard. Around Mig you felt safe, emboldened, but you were realizing quickly that you were still alone here.

You crept into the open research base and dropped into one of the empty desks. You were here, right back where you started, the day you first met Mig.

You thought of him, back in the nest, and your heart twisted. You missed him.

‘You’re the one, right?’

You jumped as an unfamiliar voice sounded off against your ear. Somehow you’d been snuck up on, and three spider-people you’d never met before were crowding around the back of your desk. Their faces immediately put you on edge; they looked far too familiar with you, far too excited.

‘I- the one, what?’ you stammered.

‘You’re the one who- you know—’

You felt your stomach drop as the spiders broke into playful smiles. You tried to push the chair back and run, abandoning the PC while it was still on, but to your horror the other spiders held you in place. You slumped back into the chair as they offered an overlap of fake coos and soothing words.

‘No, no, hey! Please we’re so curious.’

‘Curious about- what? Don’t- grab me!’ you said, inadvertently snapping as you pulled from their grasp. You could feel other people in the room starting to glance over at the commotion, and it was driving your anxiety way up.

‘You had sex with Miguel’s variant, right? The spider one?’ one of them whispered. The spiders holding you in place were practically giddy as they spoke over themselves.

‘We… they’re, all spiders’ you stammered.

‘No, no! You know what we mean. There’s one that’s like fully half spider, right? And you had sex with him?’

‘I—That’s, nobodies business’ you said defensively. Sadly, your tone only spurred them on harder.

'No come on please, oh my god- does he look like Miguel? Is he that big?'

'Does he have the teeth?'

'Oh god, ew, what's the spider part like? Was it like an actual spider?'

'Did you--'

‘¡OYE!’

You went rigid in your seat, as did the spiders hounding you. Heavy footsteps filled the room as a huge, foreboding shadow slowly covered your body from behind.

‘What’s going on?’

You turned to see Miguel standing over you, his hands on his hips. The spiders almost fell over each other trying to placate him.

‘Hi! Sir, we were just—’

‘It’s fine Miguel we were—’

‘No gossiping. We’re not a rag newspaper, we’re a serious organisation, that does serious work’ Miguel said, his voice slow and cold. ‘Work that I assume you’re currently procrastinating on, since you’re here, and not somewhere else.’

The spiders quickly abandoned your desk, leaving you spinning awkwardly on the spot in your little chair. Miguel had to grab the back to make it stop.

‘Ah, hey, you—’

‘Come with me.’

Miguel didn’t wait for you to respond after cutting you off. He turned and walked in the opposite direction, his presumptuous, authoritative aura gleaming off him like musk.

You thought about saying no, just on principle, but it wouldn’t help. You’d been planning to talk to him anyway. With a slightly reluctant shrug you obeyed.

Miguel led you in silence up through the heart of the HQ building to his office. The whole way you continued to avoid the curious eyes on your back, focusing instead on what you wanted to say to him.

Up the beams, through the corridor filled with anomalies, down the messy side hall and into his office, where at last you were both alone. You shuddered in the gloom, where the only light was a thin lay of blue from above that tinted your skin. It was only here that Miguel finally addressed you directly.

‘I’m sorry they’re bothering you’ Miguel called over his shoulder.

‘Uhuh. Yeah, me too. Strange how they knew’ you said, making no effort to sugarcoat your accusatory tone. Miguel grunted a chuckle as he picked up on the implication.

‘It’s not strange. HR receives filings whenever a relationship needs to be sanctioned, such as- Peter’s and Mary’s receiving crisis training or therapy, or any spiders entering into inter-dimensional relationships. It doesn’t happen often, so when one comes up featuring a Miguel variant and a random spider, and some intern copying it notices the names, they talk. They talk to their friends at lunch, and then they talk to their friends on missions. Suddenly, everyone knows.’

You felt your face burning as he spun this elaborate story. You wanted to believe he was lying, but, it was one thing he and Mig shared in common: they didn’t lie.

‘I didn’t tell anyone’ Miguel grunted as he jumped onto his desk. ‘I understand how- frustrating hormones can be. I don’t blame you for what you had to do.’

‘Uhuh’ you said, your voice wary.

‘I just don’t understand why you’ve still choosing to remain around my counterpart now you’re free’ Miguel continued as he booted up his set, more to himself than to you.

‘Because he’s my friend’ you said sharply.

Miguel glanced over his shoulder, his one visible eye glowing brightly against the dull blue hue. He looked you up and down.

‘I don’t get it’ he repeated in a low murmur. You hated it but his presence still made you slightly weak, and that soft voice was painfully close to how Mig usually spoke.

‘If you were in pain I would have helped’ he said as he turned back around. ‘It’s not like you had no options. Was I really that cold to you?’

You balked at his unexpected confession, especially when said in such a nonchalant way. It was a pretty heavy thing to drop, surely, to admit that he’d sensed your heat and been willing to sleep with you too?

‘You- are you serious?’ you whisper shouted. Your outrage made Miguel chuckle again, something that only made your face warmer.

‘I’m serious, yes. I would have helped.’

‘Oh, oh of course you would have. Just, out of the kindness of your own heart?’

‘More or less.’

You scoffed openly. ‘My god- Do you have no shame? At all?’

Miguel turned again, craning his neck a little further this time to eye you up fully. You saw the thick curve of his back as he arched it.

‘I’d advise you not to be combative’ he murmured. ‘I’m still your superior, and I’m also well aware of what you’ve done. I don’t think you should be the one to tell me about shame.’

‘Why should I be ashamed?! Because I had sex with a nice person I was friends with, because we shared a mutual attraction? Oh my god, how could I!’

‘You let a monster mate with you and almost get you pregnant’ Miguel snapped back, his voice rising ever so slightly.

‘He’s not- a monster’ you said. ‘Not- I mean, physically he is, unusual, but he’s a good person.’

‘You have no idea who that man is’ Miguel impatiently snapped.

‘Yes, I do. Damn it-- He told me! About Dana!’ you blurted.

A brief silence fell as Miguel’s hands went still. Up until this point he’d been typing, casually micro-tasking while you argued at his back, but now he was totally focused on you.

‘He did?’ Miguel repeated back. He sounded shocked, confused, perhaps even impressed?

‘Yes. He- it sounded, horrible. That poor man.’

‘That poor man’ Miguel sneered, his shock quickly turning back to disgust. ‘You didn’t see what I saw. And that’s not your fault, but I’m telling you now, I saw it. The blood on his hands, the blood on his fur, the—face, of—’

Miguel paused and shook his head. ‘He may not have intended to hurt her, but he did. He couldn’t de-escalate, couldn’t control his own strength. He could have ripped the gun out of her hands, or pointed it upwards. His panic killed her.’

‘He was- he was scared, Miguel!’ you argued. ‘He’d just undergone a painful attempt on his life, he was turned into something new, something scary, and then his life was threatened again by someone who was meant to love him!’

‘Yeah, and you know what? I want through the same exact thing’ Miguel spat. ‘I didn’t kill anyo-- … I didn’t, kill, Dana, Did I?’

Internally you were seething. Part of you wanted to just rip into him for what he’d said, for so cruelly bullying Mig for something that wasn’t his fault while making overt passes at you in the same sentence, but you held your tongue.

At least now you didn’t feel at all bad for what you were about to do.

‘I want to- make a proposal’ you said, your voice echoing through the office.

Miguel blinked. His brows went up, slowly, as his eyes darted across your face. He looked surprised. ‘You do, do you?’

You stiffened your resolve as his shadow covered your body. Before you’d have never thought of standing up to your boss like this, and yet, here you were.

‘Yes. I want you to retract the clause that Mig remain isolated from other spiders and people. He’s not a threat and you know that. He deserves the chance to reintegrate, to see that he’s safe to be around other people and to connect with people like him who won’t be afraid. I want you to let him into the society.’

Miguel grunted, his nose wrinkling with disgust. ‘No’ he barked, and immediately he turned.

He thought that would be the end of it, the stubborn fool, but you weren’t interested in begging for permission. If he wanted to play dirty, you would too.

‘Fine’ you said sharply, ‘fine. Let me guess, his genes make him too dangerous?’

‘Wow, newbie, that’s a great point. You’re right. I’ll keep that on record next time someone brings up the idea of letting him join’ Miguel sarcastically drawled. You sneered.

‘Okay. Well, if he has to stay away because his genes make him dangerous, genes that you SHARE, may I remind you, then I suggest for the safety of the society we make it public knowledge.’

You saw Miguel freeze up. He was clearly frightened, as his back muscles popped to indicate he was tensing them tightly, and his biceps were clearly getting more prominent as he clenched his fists.

You had to steel yourself to approach that terrifying visage.

‘What are you talking about?’ he hissed over his shoulder.

‘You know what I’m talking about’ you said, getting closer with each word. ‘You know that you go into ruts, the same as he does. You know that for all the pressure you put on him to stay away from people, you happily engage in that exact behaviour.’

‘What are you talking about?’ Miguel repeated, this time in a far gravellier voice.

‘I know, you sanctimonious asshole, that you’ve also been sleeping with people during your ruts!’ you whisper shouted, your voice slipping through gritted teeth.

Miguel immediately scoffed, trying to play it off. ‘You don’t have proof of that. I didn’t sleep with you.’

‘No, not- me, Miguel, I have proof. I have proof you’ve done this before.’

‘Oh, do you?’ he asked in that same sarcastic, defensive tone.

‘You decided to threaten me with my own medical records, so clearly that’s allowed, right? So, I can bring up that there are definitely files within the society bay detailing god knows how many other members or workers, filled with the same genetic material, covered in webbing?’

The moment you said ‘webbing’ he tensed up. You’d got him.

‘Perhaps a few, anti-venom prescriptions? Emergency birth control?’

He tensed up further, his head going forward as his shoulders rolled. You continued to push.

‘I don’t think the wider society would be too kind if they knew their boss was going into little, horny breakdowns, and then secretly taking out his frustrations on its members—’

At that Miguel spun around, his clawed hand slamming itself into the desk at your back. In barely a second you went from standing to trapped, your back bent against the desk with his enormous arms on either side of your torso.

‘Do you think you’re better than me?!’ he spat, his fangs dangerously close to your face.

‘Do you think you’re better than me, huh?’

You felt all of your previous convictions slip in his presence. God he was terrifying. He wasn’t nearly as big as Mig but he was huge compared to you, easily pinning your body to the desk. You felt the cold metal press into your spine as he bent you back, and your eyes instinctively drifted to his fangs.

You swallowed, hard, and were met with the strangest look in his eyes. He seemed ashamed, almost, as he realized you were scared of him, and yet there was something else there. Something more complicated.

You struggled to claw back a semblance of your previous anger.

‘You know what? No. Not in that sense. But that’s my point. We’re the same, you’re just a—’

‘Don’t say it’ he hissed.

‘Hypocrite’ you spat back in his face. With a frustrated grunt he pulled away.

‘I don’t put anyone at risk of spreading my genes!’ he said, his voice rising with his annoyance. ‘And I don’t touch anyone who I could hurt!’

‘How can you know that?’

‘Because they’re all men!’ Miguel blurted. He had to pause to breathe, his hands now gripped tight to his hips. ‘Or- at the very least they’ve had their reproductive organs taken care of. And they’re my friends, I never- I never approach anyone I don’t know and trust. I just… sometimes, I have to—have, something. Just one. But I’ve never- slipped and, indulged in anyone the way your sweet, innocent Mig has.’

‘You- but you JUST said you would have helped me out too’ you argued back. Miguel scoffed again.

‘I didn’t mean sex. I would have- offered something, for relief, because I know how much it hurts. I can control myself, but I’d rather not smell someone else going through the same agony, that’s all.’

‘Look, my— my point is, you do the same thing you accused Mig of doing. You don’t get to keep him out of the society if you’re allowed to be its head’ you said, trying to bring the subject back around.

‘He killed someone’ Miguel hissed.

‘And you exonerated him, because he was acting in self defence!’ you spat. This time your rage drove you forward, and you slammed your hand down on the desk beside Miguel, caging his tiny waist between your arms.

‘We are dangerous’ Miguel said, his voice even colder than usual. ‘We are not, safe. We are not supposed to be in relationships. I tried to tell you this, but if you won’t listen, I can’t help you.’

‘Oh, I’m the one who needs help?’

To your horror, Miguel suddenly let out a deeply sardonic chuckle. He bent so that his lips brushed your ear, and you froze as he spoke.

‘You fucked a spider’ he whispered slowly. ‘You found a version of your boss, who was half arachnid, and you let it fuck you. Furry legs and all. You nearly let it impregnate you. Yes, you need help.’

‘He.’

Miguel’s eyes darted, barely an inch from yours. You met them. You were shaking, yes, but you still stared him down.

‘He. Not it. I let him, fuck me’ you repeated.

You relished, secretly, in the deep resentment that crossed Miguel’s face. He looked jealous.

‘Why… Why, him?’

You blinked, taken aback by Miguel’s veiled question. You were expecting more vitriol, but instead his face sank as he pulled away from you.

‘What do you mean, why him?’ you asked.

‘You were in heat. I smelled it. You should have been drawn to my scent, but you turned and you ran. You ran back to him.’

You decided to let Miguel hang there for a moment, just to ponder how you should approach this.

‘If you ask that question honestly, I’ll answer’ you said slowly.

Miguel stiffened his jaw and stepped forward again. He was too curious to not take the bait. ‘Why? Why would you pick him over me?’

There it was. The most overt thing he’d ever admit. It wasn’t even really about you, was it? It was about his ego. It was about the fact that in that moment, when he’d grabbed you after your hospital trip, you’d been able to turn him down. You’d stayed loyal to Mig, and not just given in to your animal need so Miguel could satisfy himself with your body.

You could have given him a full lecture on why. His coldness, his mean streak, his little bursts of empathy that were never enough compared to Mig’s constant kindness. The way Mig gave you multiple chances to leave while Miguel grabbed you by the wrist, the way Mig praised you and thanked you and wished to acknowledge your relationship openly without shame while Miguel offered only a shameful coupling he would sooner forget.

You could have said so much. In the end, though, you just shrugged. ‘He’s hotter than you’ you said.

Silence filled Miguel’s office. At first his face was unreadable, but slowly, a smile crept onto his lips. It was an unnerving smile, the ghost of something cruel and cold.

‘Oh. Okay. Okay.’

You took a step back as Miguel turned back to his desk. The orange glow was eerie around the contours of his figure, highlighting his terrifying back muscles one by one as he rolled them.

‘Alright. You can have him here. And I won’t keep people off your back anymore. If you want to know, why I keep what I do quiet, why I keep my partners quiet, you can find out your way.’

You snorted. ‘Deal. Done. That’s all I needed from you.’

You left him there, alone on the desk, and you hurried back to the wider HQ, unaware of the new war you’d started for yourself. Link to next part!

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ourlittleuluru · 7 months ago

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Midnight Whispers

~Landscape mode pics and rambles, slight spoilers ahead?~

Sadly this one is riddled with faked vignette by the devs 😭😭😭 there goes the immersion (and also MC's arm being cut off because of the near-clipping plane of the cameraaaaaa)

I can't even with this pouty bb 😭😭😭😭 why are you so asdfghjkl cute???!

More pics under the cut to reduce the post length 🤣 because when I say this post is long... it is... LOOOONG

I know he's trying to look angry and serious but! HE CUTE! Look at this man sulking 🥺🥺🥺💕

The way he purses his lips just before he regains his composure to push MC back �� and then that eyebrow raise????? Man am I feeling things... 😳

H E L P I'm in danger 😭 this expression with the smirk is just sending me!

AND IT'S THE RETURN OF THE EVIL VIGNETTE!! NAUR GO AWAY 😭😩😩😩😩 I wanna see Xavier in his full gloryyyyy

More baby sulking 🥺🤲 like i just wanna hold him. He so precious. AND THE NOSE BOOP??? MC how are you still able to tease him back??? ToT I admire your nerves of steel. I would have CRUMBLED and curled into a ball on that sofa if I were you!

The surpised look on his face! and the blush!!! and then he softens up at it like!!!! ASDLKJGLF

AND THEN HIS MOST PRECIOUS OF SMILES!!! MUST PROTECC

His shocked face when he hears MC's reply was hilarious 🤣🤣 ngl, new reaction image. If only you knew how much I HAD TO SPEND FOR YOU TO COME HOME??? 😩

Finally, the way he's like "NOPE" 💞💞💦

#love and deepspace #xavier love and deepspace #xavier #churambles #okay fine #i am absolutely going feral over this man with this memory pair for real... ToT #i easily have like... 98 pictures just on this memory alone...........#xavier landscapes

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theflyingfeeling · 4 months ago

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hello I come to you with some more nsfw Olli/Allu inspired by a couple of headcanons I've been playing with recently, yes it's smutty but because I don't really know how to write just smut, I had to throw a bit of pining and longing in there too, hope you don't mind 🤍

Aleksi has a headache and Olli comforts him (...in his own special way)

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Olli loved the stable, soft hums by his ear. He loved the warmth that was pressed against his side, with a thigh resting on his hip bone and a hand clutching his waist. There was a nose tip nuzzling Olli's cheek, and Olli loved it too, especially when it would suddenly retreat with a quiet, sharp exhale but return a moment later, right back where it had been (where it belonged).

Love in fractions: that was all Olli could allow himself to feel. Of course he loved the whole too – the man dozing by his side on a hotel bed – but admitting that to himself was a whole different kind of scary Olli wasn't sure if he was ready to face yet. Right now, he'd rather focus on things like the tip of a nose or a squeeze of a hand or strands of dark hair falling on his closed eyelids and other tiny details that overwhelmed Olli only a little bit (instead of devastating him with the crushing realisation that he had fallen for someone he shouldn't).

(There were nights when they did crush him like that. Those nights he could hardly breathe.)

The atmosphere in their dark room was too tranquil to let Olli be swallowed into the pitch-blackness of his deepest fears, too soft and warm and nice with Aleksi's soft and warm body glued to his in the aftermath of the poor man's sudden post-breakfast headache. He had offered to go and fetch him something from the corner pharmacy, but only after they had already settled on the bed with Aleksi's head on Olli's pillow and Olli's fingers stroking Aleksi's temple, so even if Aleksi had asked him to, it would have taken everything from Olli to let go of the man once he had him in his arms.

He would have, though. If Aleksi had asked him to travel to the moon and back for some ibuprofen, he would have.

(Oh, god, he would have.)

"Feeling any better?" Olli asked when that shy nose tip booped his cheekbone again. Aleksi breathed in, then held his breath for a second and let it out in a low grunt (and Olli melted).

"Maybe. I don't know."

More soft grunts right into Olli's ear. The hand by his waist kneading his skin. The thigh on his hip sliding down, in between Olli's own.

Lips on his jawline.

"Mmmmmmh." The vibrations of Aleksi's murmur were enough to make Olli almost lose it. He was brave, though, as brave as to nudge his cheek against Aleksi's nose, which earned him another contented mmmmmmh and an even tighter grip on his waist. Aleksi was being brave as well; Olli could tell by the way he didn't flinch away anymore, and by how his lips still grazed Olli's jaw.

Let's be brave together, Olli said to Aleksi in his mind. Let me find your lips and open them with mine, and you'd grab me by my waist and turn me over and I'd let you, and you'd sneak your thigh in between my legs and let me rub against you and I'd let you rub against me and I'd make you feel so good.

"So are you ready to get up?" Olli's chest sank as he forced the words out of his mouth, but he feared for what would happen if he didn't: nothing, which was likely (although not any less heartbreaking), or something, which (depending on what the something was) he might be able to live with, because at least he had tried to stop it.

"No," Aleksi simply replied, then added (possibly half-asleep, with Olli's luck), "you smell too nice."

For a second, Olli forgot how to breathe.

"Oh?" He wasn't sure where he should place this confession-of-sorts in The Olli and Aleksi Scale of Secret Love Confessions. It felt as tender and comforting as the night they had shared together in that rental house in LA, when the others had gone out for Thanksgiving dinner and Aleksi had stayed in with Olli because Olli had been feeling too poorly and tired to even get out of bed; at the same time, those words seemed to hold almost as much suppressed affection as all the silent conversations they shared in the dark, especially as of late when they had little time or energy for actual conversations and instead let their wandering hands do all the speaking for them. On second thought, perhaps this you smell too nice should go somewhere in between the slurred your hands are so soft (which Olli had blurted out that time in LA when he had drank himself under the table and Aleksi had helped him to bed) and the secret little kiss Aleksi had placed right above Olli's ear just this morning when Olli had pretended to still be asleep, just to not scare Aleksi off.

Next to him, Aleksi held his breath too, as if the realisation of what he had said only hit him with Olli's follow-up oh?, but he didn't keep Olli in suspense for too long this time.

"Yeah," Aleksi whispered with his voice still so sleepy and his lips still so sweetly soft against Olli's jaw.

"So you wanna stay in for a little longer?" Olli's own lips were but touching Aleksi's forehead, right where he assumed the headache was stabbing Aleksi's skull the worst.

"Yeah." By then, Aleksi was clinging on to him so tightly that Olli thought Aleksi was trying to get through him.

"Want me to help you feel good?" Olli's mouth was dry when he spoke the words, their secret little code for wanting to get even closer to the other than they already were.

Aleksi seemed to think for a while (almost a little too long) until at last he put Olli out of his misery.

"Yeah."

Relief tugged at the corners of Olli's lips. Olli needed no more assurement as he rolled to his side and, in doing so, gently pushed Aleksi to lie on his back in turn. The man let out a small whine of complaint when their bodies were no longer pressed tightly against one another, so Olli wasted no time in placing his knees on either side of Aleksi's hips and starting to leave faint (but loving (such loving)) kisses up and down his neck.

"This okay?" Olli asked, never stopping the string of kisses from Aleksi's jawline down to collarbone.

"Yeah," Aleksi sighed in response, so Olli kept going, stopping only for the second it took to pull Aleksi's hoodie over his head.

"This okay?" The shirt gone, Olli's mouth was now finding its way further down Aleksi's chest, barely lifting his lips off Aleksi's skin before leaving another kiss, and another, and another.

Past Aleksi's belly button, Olli curled his fingers under the waistband of Aleksi's sweatpants.

"This ok–"

"Yeah." Aleksi's response was much hurried now, much more breathless, with impatience oozing through. Such hunger turned Olli on like nothing else (then again, pretty much everything about Aleksi did), and he resisted the urge to grind his crotch against the mattress for some blissful friction.

A temptation he could not resist, however, was that of teasing Aleksi whenever he had the chance, which made Olli abandon his plans to take Aleksi out of his pants just yet and instead he brushed his nose against the outline of Aleksi's half-hard cock. It twitched and grew under his touch, just as Aleksi's sighs and whimpers grew louder and more desperate and so lovely that Olli contemplated taking Aleksi in his mouth all at once when he finally undressed Aleksi. Lust and hunger washed through Olli at the sight of Aleksi's throbbing member, but he pushed his own needs aside for the sake of Aleksi's; his only need in that moment was that of making Aleksi feel so euphoric that he'd forget his own name.

Ignoring Aleksi's clear indications that he, too, would rather Olli wrapped his lips around his hard-on with no time wasted (the thrust of Aleksi's hips, the desperate groan that echoed in the room, the hands that groped for Olli's hair), Olli resumed his task of worshipping Aleksi's body and let his trail of kisses continue past Aleksi's lower stomach to his hips and groins. There, just above the rose tattoo decorating Aleksi's thigh, Olli found his favourite place to kiss: simultaneously close enough and too far away to drive Aleksi absolutely crazy, if Olli was to judge by the sound of his whines.

As these whines became more desperate and began to mix up with breathless swear words, it was time for Olli to reward Aleksi for his patience. Olli then curled a few of his fingers around the base of Aleksi's cock, rubbing them up and down while listening to Aleksi's whimpers turn into heavy, much calmer sighs of pleasure. When Aleksi was fully hard in Olli's hand, Olli pulled down his foreskin and let his lips hover near the pink head he had just revealed.

"This okay?" He demonstrated 'this' by placing gentle kisses along Aleksi's length, giving special attention to the sensitive head as he knew it was where Aleksi wanted his lips most.

"Just...fucking..." Aleksi gasped in between kisses to his cock. “Fuck you, Matela."

It was another example of their secret code language, reserved for when they couldn't use the actual words to phrase their desires out loud. Fuck you, Matela, Aleksi would say when Olli wouldn't get his hand down Aleksi's boxers fasts enough for his liking in a backstage bathroom; fuck you, Mattson, Olli would say when he'd feel Aleksi's lips at the back of his neck and Aleksi's hard cock grinding against the back of his pyjama shorts in the tourbus bunk.

They both knew what it meant; they both knew they could never speak aloud the words they replaced.

It was not the time and place for Olli to dwell on that now, not with Aleksi's throbbing cock in between his lips. There were much more urgent matters at hand, such as the little drop of precum that threatened to run down Aleksi's length if Olli wouldn't lick it off. He savoured the salty taste of Aleksi on this tongue for a while and then, finally, took Aleksi's head in between his lips.

Immediately Aleksi let out a soft cry that turned into a moan the more of him Olli took in his mouth. The earlier frustration from his tone was gone, now given way to bliss and pure lust as Olli began working a slow but steady rhythm, bobbing up and down Aleksi's erection. He kept one hand on Aleksi's hip, to let the man know he was done teasing him so he could lie down and let Olli do all the work, while his other hand was at the base of Aleksi's cock, stroking and twisting and squeezing to lure out more sweet sounds out of Aleksi's mouth. After a while, Olli felt Aleksi tense under his touch, which usually meant he was close to finishing, and maybe on some other morning Olli would have let it be swift and simple like that. This morning was different, though, with Aleksi's headache and the miserable look in his eyes that Olli had wanted to brush away more than anything ever, so instead of keeping on sucking until Aleksi would reach his climax, Olli let Aleksi’s cock slip out of his mouth as a better idea popped into his head.

Any objections Aleksi was about to voice were silenced by two of Olli’s fingers placed on Aleksi’s bottom lip, his mouth already hanging open. Knowing exactly what he was expected to do, Aleksi took the fingers in his mouth with no resistance and began sucking on them with such vigour that did not pale in comparison to Olli sucking on his cock a moment ago. All the while Aleksi kept looking up at Olli with such brightness in his eyes that blinded Olli even in the darkness of the hotel room, even with lust and longing hazing Olli's eyesight.

He knew he shouldn't, because it was the one rule they had, but Olli simply couldn't resist kissing Aleksi on his wet lips when Olli took his saliva-coated fingers off Aleksi's mouth. At least it was only the briefest touch of their lips, gone in a second, leaving Olli's entire soul yearning and begging for more, so maybe it didn't count.

(Just like none of their other kisses did.)

Aleksi was already spreading his legs when Olli begun making his way back down, still with no rush whatsoever, stopping to sink his teeth on Aleksi's pectoral muscles and licking off some more salty precum that had flowed on Aleksi's stomach in the meantime. Then Olli took Aleksi back in his mouth, swallowing as much of Aleksi's length as he could, while his lubed-up fingers found Aleksi's rim. Rubbing it for a while, Olli first slid in one finger, soon followed by the other, and before he knew it, Aleksi was squirming and whimpering on the bed in front of him.

Olli tried to prolong Aleksi's pleasure as long as he could, taking his time massaging Aleksi's prostate and kissing the head of his cock gently before sucking it in his mouth again, but he knew Aleksi was already on the brink of his relief. Although he would have loved to feel the weight of Aleksi's member on his tongue and the heat of Aleksi's body around his fingers for just a little longer, Olli saw it was time for him to help Aleksi over the edge, and so he curled his fingers inside Aleksi once more. Just about a second or two later, his Olli's mouth was flooding with hot semen and his ears almost ringing with Aleksi's loud cries; cries that started to resemble sobs after a while, yet Aleksi kept riding down on Olli's fingers – as if to chase something that was too far out of his reach.

When the steady flow of cum filling Olli's mouth dried out, Aleksi seemed to give up chasing whatever alternate ending he had been after and lied breathless and spent in front of Olli. Not able to help himself, Olli peppered Aleksi's naked body with some more small kisses (everywhere except that one part of him Olli wasn't allowed to kiss (although he still did)), after which he settled down next to him. Their roles had reversed then, so now it was Aleksi lying on his back with his eyes closed, and Olli curled up on his side, face buried in his neck. Olli couldn't stop the kisses falling out of his mouth, as if there were too much of them in that corner of his soul where he tried to keep his love for Aleksi somehow in control and hidden and now it was overflowing with no other place to go except any vacant spot of Aleksi's skin he could reach.

Maybe some of them landed even on Aleksi's lips, despite it all. And maybe Aleksi responded to them, in spite of... everything.

(No one would have to know.)

(Olli did, of course, but he had grown used to repressing so many of his feelings lately.)

"Headache gone?" Olli asked when they had lied in silence for too long.

"Almost," Aleksi shook his head, then turned his face to touch the tip of his nose to Olli's. "Thanks."

Olli felt his own erection pulsating inside his trousers and adjusted himself to lie by Aleksi's side a little more comfortably, as he had no plans to let go of Aleksi just yet.

"Ummm. Want me to help you with that or...?" Aleksi rolled his hips enough to rub against Olli's bulge, but Olli declined the offer. He could jack himself off in the shower later (thinking of Aleksi, imagining it was his hand instead of his own), but right now, Aleksi's comfort was far more important to him than his own.

Love in fractions, in moments like this: that was all Olli would ever have. Still, it was better than nothing at all.

#blind channel rpf #blind channel fanfiction #random tumblr ficlets by theflyingfeeling #ollixallu #lots of parentheses in this one #and there's soooooo much to read in between the lines so i can't really say if this one is part of the infidelity AU or not but...#it totally can be if you want it to 😶

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freyyzu · 2 years ago

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request of an mc flirting with Mammon. Figure they do it while he's upside down which gives him the excuse of oh I'm not blushing that's from being upside down. mc probably pretends to leave before mammon pulls a wait on them.

UPSIDE DOWN FLIRTING

Mammon has gotten himself in trouble again and you've decided to make the best out of his worst situation.

a/n; this is so mean just let the poor boy down askjdh

an alternative ending; here

RAD has been tiring today. Assignments have been piling up left and right, and whilst you may claim to be able to handle everything without a problem—that was quickly becoming a lie.

All you wanted to do when returning home today was relax in your room with some snacks for a good couple hours before finally tackling all your homework.

Instead, what you find as you're on your way to the kitchen is Mammon once again hanging upside down trying his best to break himself free.

You don't dare ask what it is he's done this time, you're sure it's nothing good, but he'll tell you anyways, don't worry.

So what if he tried to skip out on school today to make a little bit of extra grimm? He was one of the seven rulers of the Devildom! He doesn't have to follow any rules!

"You know, Mammon, I'm pretty sure being one of the seven rulers means you're the ones that have to follow the rules the most."

He huffs defiantly, turning his head away from you. Still, you're used to this.

"You know, maybe Lucifer should string you up more, you're cuter this way."

"Cu—?!" He nearly chokes on his spit, and given the fact that he's hanging by his feet you're sure if he wasn't carefully he actually would. "What part about this is cute t' ya?! I'm suffering here I tell you, sufferin'!"

You give him a sly smile, "you might be, but this is fun for me. I can do this," your fingers go to poke and stretch at his cheeks lightly, pulling up and down in all sorts of directions. "And this," you boop his nose. "And you can't do anything about it."

Your actions earn a very, very loud complaint from him and despite all his insisting that you stop, his reddened cheeks tell you otherwise.

"It's like all my stress is melting away," you chime. "Just look at how red you're getting! My own personal hand warmer."

Mammon shakes in his restraints, "argh! If you're not gonna help me down then shoo!"

You blink at him once, and then smile, letting go without a fight. "Alright."

You've barely taken a step backwards when he shouts at you again to hold up. "You're seriously gonna go? Just like that?"

"You told me to."

"W-well, yeah—" You were definitely having too much fun with this. Still, you're sure no one could blame you, it was just a little bit of fun! (Mammon disagrees). "Well before ya leave let me down!"

"I already told you, no can do. Lucifer would yell at me next if I did." He grumbles out incoherent murmurs, no doubt denying that Lucifer would ever yell at you of all people. "Buuut, maybe if you tell me how much you love me I'll pretend I 'didn't see you escape'?"

"You demon!"

"The best one yet!" You huff proudly, putting your hands on your hips. "So, what'll it be?"

You're just about wondering how red on the colorwheel his face can go before a soft mumble parts through his lips. "... 'ya."

"Hm...?" You lean in closer, noses almost touching. "I couldn't hear you."

His voice raises in volume for just a bit, "I said...!" Then once again reverts back to just barely a whisper. "I said, that I love you, alright?! Now let me down already I've had enough of this!"

"Hehe, now was that so hard?" He doesn't answer, but the glare he's giving you is a resounding 'Yes!'.

Within just a couple seconds you've managed to get him down from his restraints and he runs away without so much as a 'thank you' the moment his feet touch the ground. And then within the next hour you're standing in front of Lucifer's desk trying to talk your way out of a three hour scholding session.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me x reader #obey me x mc #obey me mammon #obey me mammon x mc #obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios

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anja-the-sane-panda · 7 months ago

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Stomp Out The Dark

A lil one shot with Jack encountering Nightlust on le boat.

mostly cus none of my ao3 fics are ready im so sorry😓

A grunt escaped through Jack's gritted teeth as his back hit the floor hard. The markings on the floor of the boat flashed blue and purple as heavy black boots thundered across the floor. The performer tried to get up but was stopped when one of heavy boots stomped on his chest, which if it weren't for the fact his boyfriend was possessed Jack might have been feeling a different emotion then fear.

“Cute you thought that would work Rose,” Wanderlust smirked as Jack struggled under him.

The performer could only grunt as he tried to lift his boyfriend’s boot off him. Jack had managed to get through the other three’ corruption from his mother (though Sara was just as tricky as Wander was being) and just needed his lover to return. But it seemed talking and brute force was helpless in this battle.

“I’m gonna have to ask Night Swan to have you at my side, especially when we hit Flow World,” Wander cackled as he snatched Jack’s cane from where it was laying and booped the red haired coach with it. (If his boyfriend wasn’t a admittedly hot corrupted soldier for his mother Jack might have blushed and laughed)

“Wander please..�� The prince could only laugh at his partner’s pleas, making Jack panic more as he tried to come up with a new plan.

“Aww don’t worry, it doesn’t hurt as much as becoming a nor-“

“I forgive you.”

Wanderlust froze and looked down at Jack, looking very confused and even dropping Jack’s mic.

“What?”

Jack took a deep breath and looked Wander square in the eye. “I forgive you, because I know you don’t want to do this. But you also don’t want to disappoint her, I know that feeling. Trust me.”

Wanderlust stared at him for a moment, a look of recognition of those words came across his face. The deity started to breath heavily and holding his head in pain. Grunting and taking his foot off Jack to try and distance himself from the performer.

“Stop talking!”

Jack grabbed his microphone and used to help himself up and stand, still shaken from hitting the floor. “Y-You said those words to me right before you got minionized the first time. Even when everyone saw me as just her son, well Sara had no idea who I was but whatever, point is. You were able to see past all that and see my good side,” Despite Wander backing away like a scared stray Jack just walked up and took his face in his hands.

“And I can do the same for you. Please,” he rubbed Wanderlust’s cheek. A move that always helped the deity calm down, “Come back to me?”

Wanderlust looked at him, the glare from his right eye softening to let it's purple glitter like an amethyst like before Night Swan got her claws on him. Even his full yellow left eye seemed to soften as tears started to fall from both his eyes.

“I-I’m sorry,” Wanderlust sobbed as Jack gently bonked their foreheads together.

“It’s okay Wandie, just glad to have you back,” Jack whispered, feeling his own tears of relief start to form, “Though I must admit you look pretty good in that outfit.”

“Wanderlust looked down and chuckled, “Yeah, though I feel like I should change,” He crosses then spread out his arms, resulting in a bright light that blinded Jack for a second.

When he could see again Wanderlusts had changed the outfit a lot. Once again sporting his signature crown and braid. (though the diamond shape and the yellow eye remained) However he now wore a purple and pink skin tight turtleneck shirt with gold triangles going down the sleeves. The bell bottoms had been replaced with leggings with more gold detailing snaking down to his matching boots. To finish off he wore his father's cape with his triangle emblem hanging off a chain.

The deity held out his arms, “Better?”

Jack's face flickered to one of worry as he looked at the left half of his lover's face, but he shook it off as he silently counted his blessings.

"Much Starboy,"

He then kissed Wander deeply, who was taken aback at first but quickly reciprocated it. Leaving the lovebirds to stand in the empty hallway, the blue lights bouncing off their faces as they remained lip-locked together for quite some time. Just taking in the relief of finally being together after a long struggle.

#yeah I gave him his chosen one outfit #hejust look so good in it #again sorry no ao3 this month has bee crazy af for me #just dance 2024 #jd wanderlust #jd jack rose #jacklust #wanderrose

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chocolatecoffeeshot · 9 months ago

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Boop! Inspired one-shot | AO3 LINK

Fluff with a boop of angst (prank)

Summary: Azirpahle wakes up to an empty bed and a missing Crowley with no proper explanation. Has Crowley been dragged back to hell or is it something else BOOP ME A KISS

Aziraphale woke to his left arm and toes shivering. This shouldn’t have been possible at 6am as Crowley was supposed to be curled up into them. Maybe he was just downstairs, panic rose in Aziraphale’s chest, maybe hell had pulled him back. But oh, there was a note.

“Out to get some fresh air” scrawled on it. This was usual as Crowley woke up at only after 10, like a bank (nothing like a serpent) and the first thing he did was saunter over Nina’s for his espresso shots. Then he would get back a cupcake or a pastry for Aziraphale, occasionally a brownie to split, as a midday snack. Aziraphale’s waddled up to the window pulling the blanket around him and peeked to the blinds and saw the Bentley. “Maybe it is an early morning stroll after all.” Aziraphale cast out his sense and sensed Crowley near St. James. So he fell back to bed.

At nine he went over to Nina’s himself, as Crowley was yet to return. “Hi, Aziraphale, where’s your thin dark duke today?”, Nina greeted cheerily. “Crowley went out for a morning walk today, I rather wondered he might have made his way here after that”, Aziraphale said hopefully. He hadn’t been able to sense Crowley after he’d woken up. More importantly Bentley was missing. “No, not come this way. Wasn’t expecting him to as yet. Say you want to order something and wait here? Camomile perhaps?” she offered. “Oh a chamomile sounds rather lovely”, Aziraphale took his order and settled by a corner seat and went through his list of why now would be good time to panic about Crowley’s absence. Nina meanwhile got him a vanilla frosted cupcake, which accidentally made unfortunate contact with his nose on Nina’s careless account. Very lightly but yet. “Oh I’m so sorry!!” Nina yelped and offered up a tissue instantly. “It’s alright, I’ll just head back anyways I think. Can’t seem to sit around” he gave a polite smile. “I’ll let you know if I see Crowley”, Nina called. “Thanks Nina” Aziraphale grumbled and made his way to the records shop.

“Crowley did come in today yes, asked for a CD, and left”, Maggie said. “Rather fast, no time to chat he said”. “He got a new CD?”, Aziraphale was surprised. This day kept talking weird turns. Too weird. Something was not right anywhere. “We’ll I don’t think he particularly browned for one, just picked up the first of the rack, really.” “I see”, Aziraphale muttered. There was no rhyme nor reason for this behaviour. “Mr. Fell don’t mind me but I ought to…”, Maggie reached out and brushed her finger over his nose. “There, there was a leaf stuck”, she said with a pursed smile. “Ah” Aziraphale gave it a few more stern brushes to ensure any remaining stickiness was gone.“There was a frosting incident.” Maggie’s giggles were dangerously close to spilling out so Aziraphale considered it as his cue.

Outside the door of his bookshop lay a tiny black cat, mewling it's guts out. Aziraphale crouched down to examine it, perhaps a miracle was needed. The second he touched it, the cat shot out his paws, smacked him on his nose and shot out. “For God’s sake would you leave my nose alone!!!” Aziraphale yelled in despair. His Crowley was nowhere to be found and his nose was close to being battered! This was the worst day, since since .... “Angel? Issss that you?”, a voice hissed out from inside. “Crowley? Crowley you’re back?” Aziraphale rushed in, arms open and engulfed the demon in a hug. “I thought you’d gone” he whimpered, “left me.” “I would never!? A ludicrous accusation that”, Crowley pulled back. His eyebrows arched,"I left a note, yes?”

“Yes but Bentley was gone by the time I woke up. What was I supposed to think you fiend?” Aziraphale smacked him on his arm.

“You saw a missing Bentley and went to Nina’s to look for me there?” Crowley asked sarcastically.

“Well I wasn’t particularly cool minded and I thought she might’ve noticed ….. hold up how do you know I went to Nina’s?” Aziraphale wondered.

Crowley’s smirk grew like a Cheshire cat’s, a little guilt flashing on his eyes.

“Anthony Crowley Fell, WHAT have you been doing?” Aziraphale spoke threateningly.

Crowley swindled and flopped on the armchair and put his legs up.

“So you see spring has started right, a new month has rolled around, I thought I might get a little gift angel,” he said sweet nonchalance laced in his words.

He miracles a paper from below and present it to Aziraphale.

“I say, I say, IT WAS YOU!!!” Aziraphale’s was shocked and surprised. The paper, photograph really, was a collage of a his recent nose accident’s. All snapped at the exact time his nose was squished, his entire face scrunched up.

“Explain yourself!” Crowley stood up in one swoop, pulled Aziraphale back into his arms and kissed him on the nose.

“Boop!”, he whispered quietly. Colour of vibrant red crept into Aziraphale’s cheek.

“ What?” “Boop!”, Crowley kissed.

“Again.” Crowley obliged the blue pleading eyes, slowly softly and Aziraphale gave his kiss back.

“Happy April Fool’s, angel. You made a very cute one.” Crowley’s golden eyes ablaze.

“Hang on a minute, were Maggie and Nina in this too? The cat!?” Aziraphale felt incredulous.

Crowley was laughing now.

“The gift was for me, Angel. Won’t this be perfect over the mantelpiece” he winked.

“I’m going to get you back for this.”

“Well, you have all the time in the world.”

#good omens #good omens fic #good omens fluff #good omens one shot #boop #good omens boop #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #a little prank played #aziraphale #crowley #I’m not sure what my writing comprehension at 1am is but I wanted to post it ASAP

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merbear25 · 4 months ago

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I saw that one "theory" about animals and blood and stuff XD

So I wondered if you could write a story that goes like this:

Caesar Clown tries to hide the SAD production use of animals from his s/o (gn!reader) who keeps having a lingering feeling that something is wrong? Despite of this, gn!reader never stops loving Caesar, even when ultimately finding out the "secret recipe" and the production methods. Story takes place on Punk Hazard during timeskip. gn!reader is so addicted to Caesar that even the SAD production methods never makes them cease to love him.

Sorry for bad english XD

Hey! I’m glad that post sparked some inspiration for an idea. I don’t think I could ever deny a request for Caesar, so thank you for sending this in! I hope you like what I’ve written for you.💜💜

CW: no sexual themes, gn!reader, animal testing mentioned, manipulation, some angst, some fluff

Your bleeding heart (Caesar)

Clink, clank, hiss: the sounds that echoed down the hall on a loop would pique anyone’s curiosity. Though you were given the basic rundown of the inner workings of his methods, there were mysteries which remained under lock and key.

“Hmm?” He peered over his shoulder at you. The air was stale with the scent of chemicals.

“I heard something coming from the other room,” you expressed with concern.

Caesar turned his attention back to what he was sorting. “There are plenty of peculiar noises emitting from everywhere at all times, at all hours of the day,” he waved off your comment, minimizing the discomfort such a sound was bringing you.

“But this one was different,” you huffed. “Like…a strangled cry,” recalling it sent shivers down your spine.

As your words fell on his ears, you were kept ignorant of the faint pull on his lips. Even with your prying, he couldn’t help but find your inquisitive nature amusing, endearing to an extent.

He spun around to see the distraught written all over your face. “That would be an absolutely dreadful thing to hear,” he sympathized.

Coming closer to you, he opened his arms to initiate a hug, which you gladly took him up on. He stroked your hair, humming as you nestled yourself against him. The faint ghost-like gas trailed around the both of you, as if offering a protective cocoon.

“I can assure you, my dear, that there is nothing for you to worry about. This place can play such cruel tricks on the mind.”

You hung on each word of his, hoping so desperately that they held nothing but the truth. When you looked up, the soft expression looking back at you never failed to ease your worried mind. A weak smile played on your lips, giving him the signal to stroke your soft cheek.

“Such an emotional one today, aren’t we?” He chuckled gently. A sigh left him, while he carefully pulled you off. “Now, then. You’ll have to do me a favor and keep those pesky, dreadful tricks from running a muck in your imagination, okay?”

With a tone laced with affection and good intentions, you felt compelled to agree. “Yeah, I’ll try to be better.”

“Lovely!” He boomed. “I know that you will.” Booping your nose with the tip of his finger, he lured a small giggle from you.

He guided you towards the door, so that he could return to his work in peace. With you gone, he was sure to close the door again because having you snooping behind the corner unexpectedly wouldn’t bode well for either of you.

How he wished you would find other means to satisfy that little mind of yours—preferably in ways that didn’t involve his secrets.

Despite him being able to convince you that the sounds of Punk Hazard were worming their way into your little head, he considered putting up more precautionary measures. Such realities of what happened behind closed doors were not for the faint of heart. He may have grown numb to them over the passing years, but he was still well aware of the horrors they held.

There were times when he caught himself thinking why he was going through all this trouble to keep the mastery of his own genius hidden from you. After all, this was his sanctuary and you were lucky enough to be a part of it.

He tapped his pen on his desk as irritation crept in, further keeping him from delving back into his work. In a huff, he snatched the transponder snail and shouted an order at those good for nothings to see to sound proofing the “problem” rooms.

Even with his efforts to accommodate you, resurfacing doubts clouded your judgment. You knew you’d heard something that was like no other, and as much as it pained you, you had a hunch Caesar was lying to you.

The whys that flooded your sleep-deprived mind suddenly made the white room you shared with him seem barren. The steel walls that constructed his safe haven now felt cold. The world beyond them was now lifeless. With dread setting in that you might not be as special to him as you once thought, your feet carried you to the room from which those horrific shrieks had emerged.

Glaring at the metallic barrier, you looked around to see if anyone was coming. With the coast seemingly clear, you creaked the door open. Tingling fear danced on your skin at the thought of what your eyes might witness. The hall light was much too weak to allow you to make out what lurked in the darkness.

Against every ounce of your common sense screaming for you to turn back, that it wasn’t too late to live in ignorant bliss, you slipped through the crack. The light flickered, showcasing the heaps of animals caged along the walls in abrupt flashes. The sickly green walls could have only been complimented by the harsh buzzing of the pale yellow fluorescent bulbs.

Many were unresponsive to your presence supposedly placed in an induced comatose; their legs were bandaged from the constant pricking and sampling they must have been enduring. Those that were awake weren’t moving as you passed by, instead their breaths merely quickened and eyes panic-stricken.

Your eyes caught sight of the long tubes leading around the corner. Darting off to discover what they were hooked up to, a familiar hissing entered the room. Clouds of gas swirled around your body, as if calling for your attention.

In spite of the tender way he averted your gaze from what you were not meant to bear witness to, his stature was anything but—defensive.

“How did—”

“You weren’t in our bed.” He straightened his posture, doing his best to maintain his frustration. “I had a hunch I’d find you here.”

“I didn’t mean anything by coming in here. I just couldn’t shake that feeling that uh–” you stopped yourself from continuing.

“That what?” His head jutted forward, waiting for the worst to finally seep past those lips. Two yellow orbs were burrowing into you, burning a hole into your very existence. “That I’m some kind of m—”

“That you were lying to me!” You fiddled with the loose string on your pajamas.

He scanned your features and body language. Your heartache at his deception appeared to be genuine. Clearing his throat a bit, he gestured to the state of you and then to the room. “What else should I have done with someone so tied to emotions living in a place that’s severed ties with them?”

“You should have told me the truth.” The pang in your voice was evident.

He drummed his fingers on the table, while keeping his eyes on you as if waiting for you to slip up like he suspected. “Well,” he mused in a cheery tone. “You’re here now, so tell me, my dear, what do you make of all of this?”

You took another look around: the walls that deafened their captives’ cries and pleas, the stains that left behind brutal tales of lives that once were, and the man who was the cause of all of it. The man that, despite the cruelty he conducted, held a faint sense of dread behind his eyes—dread of this inevitably changing your opinion on him.

“It doesn’t matter,” you breathed. “This, all of this? It can’t erode the love I have for you.”

His skepticism was still lingering, though waning. With his chest heaving from the rise of his own emotions, you inched closer to him. Even though his expression remained firmly on yours to observe every detail of your features, he did nothing to stop you from hugging him.

Your arms wrapped around him tightly, wishing to cast out all of the doubts he had of your sincerity. “I’ve always loved you,” you murmured. “And I alway will—forever.”

Hesitantly, he brought a hand to your head. The pats were unsure of what was to come, but he couldn’t deny the band aid that you’d placed over his wounds.

“Forever is a long time,” he whispered.

You held him even more closely, hoping that your sense of optimism would rub off on him. “Yeah, I know it is…” Your voice trailed off in a sorrowful tinge.

He stroked your hair, allowing himself to put the magnifying glass he had on you down if only for a moment.

#one piece #x reader #one piece x reader #one piece imagine #caesar clown #op #one piece x you #op x reader #caesar clown x reader #one piece x y/n #one piece caesar clown #one piece fluff #one piece angst

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rabbit-asides · 1 month ago

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Order up for @prince-rowan-of-the-forest! The Sleepy Bean Café at @tsspromptmonth has some great participants and I'm so glad to have been able to be a part of this. Hope you enjoy this!!!

Prompt: God au (preferably with two of them gods, one mortal), with hurt/comfort, Janus/Roman/Virgil, with mutual pining, hiding a fatal injury and animal traits. No major character death.

Words: 1.6k

Roman kneeled at the altar, one hand on his knee and the other wrapped around his stomach. He grimaced, his hand wet and stomach flaring with pain, but he refused to show more emotion than that. He wouldn’t show weakness here, not in their temple. He wouldn’t disrespect them like that.

His breath stuttered as he mumbled through his prayers, stopping and restarting frequently as he tried to make sure it was perfect. The prayers had to be perfect. He was stuttering through them when he had to be perfect. What type of paladin wasn’t perfect?

The air around the altar shimmered and condensed, not something you felt on your skin or truly saw with your eyes, but could feel with your soul. Roman knew it meant one of his patrons had arrived, but he didn’t dare look up. He still hadn’t gotten the prayer out right.

He felt a weight against his boot, wrapping around and squeezing, letting him know just which patron had appeared. “Roman,” Janus hummed from above, “Are you faltering? What is causing you to be so unsure in your prayers?”

He gritted his teeth, attempting to stumble through another string of prayer without success before he opened his eyes. Just as he thought, a yellow and black snake was wrapped firmly around his boot, nose gently booping against his knee. It didn’t seem aggravated, so he hadn’t so severely disrespected the god that he was in immediate danger of being smited.

He glanced up at the altar, Janus was leaning against the stone statue, staring down at his blackened claws with an air of indifference. However, Roman could just make out his yellow eyes flicking over him to rake over his body, picking out every flaw in his kneel and posture and appearance. He knew that was what he was doing, because Roman was a hot mess. More than a hot mess, more of a trash-fire in the middle of a bog.

“Yeah, Princey–” and Roman’s head swung to the other side of the altar, where Virgil slipped out from behind, smirking under his hood. Both of his patrons. Both of his gods were here to witness his ultimate failure. He wished he could melt to the floor right there. He’d wish they’d strike him down now so he wouldn’t have to see their disappointment. “You haven’t found any brighter and better gods to help you, have you?”

“N- No!” Roman stuttered quickly. He made a half-attempt to stand up before quickly returning back to his knee. He shouldn’t stand now, when he hadn’t done anything to deserve it. He couldn’t stand, if he was honest. It was likely he’d fall to the floor if he moved now. He’d embarrass himself in front of his gods if that happened. “I apologize. Allow me to try again, I’ll recite it twice- thrice! For you, my gods, I will accomplish it.”

Janus hummed, “That won't be necessary. You’ve shown us enough.”

If Roman had any blood to spare, he would have blushed.

“He’s probably nervous since he hasn't gone on any crusades lately,” Virgil snorted.

Roman blinked up at his gods with a furrow of his brow, “What?”

“Did you think we wouldn't notice? You haven't called upon either of us to heal your wounds in like two weeks. Sure, you have us bless the sword, but I’m starting to think you're just showing off at parties,” Virgil continued, sitting down on the steps of the altar, bringing himself nearly down to Roman’s level.

“I would never use your blessings for party tricks!” He insisted quickly, “Never would I take your blessings for granted.”

Janus tilted his head, “Then you have been fighting crusades? Have you been getting through them uninjured?”

“If he's that good, we should be sending him on harder missions,” Virgil added. The confident posture had slipped into a slouch as he peered Roman up and down. The smirk slipped from his face, “Unless you're not that good. Roman, you doing okay there?”

“I-”

“He has scars,” Janus huffed, stepping down the altar and crouching in front of him. His claws brushed under his chin with a frown, “There's slash across his cheek. Roman, dear, why didn't you call upon us to heal it? Foreign magic– did you use a healing potion instead?”

“Is that blood?” Virgil asked, leaning forward to get a closer look at Roman’s side, “Is that– Is that yours?”

Janus glanced down where Roman had been covering his wound with his hand, eyes wide with uncertainty. “He’s been stabbed.”

“Stabbed!?” Virgil repeated, standing with the intent to come to Roman’s side.

He panicked, standing quickly himself and taking a large step back from his gods. By the gods’ might, he was dizzy, “I–”

Everything went black.

He blinked his eyes open to a completely different sight then from when he closed them. The temple, which was small and simple, was replaced with a galaxy of stars. The hard stone floor was now silken sheets and plush pillows. He sat up, he had stopped standing at some point apparently, and took in the lavish bedroom dimly lit and filled with black and golden furniture.

Before he could get a good look at anything Virgil was filling his vision. “You’re awake.”

It was the closest he’s ever been to his god and the first time he’s ever seen him without his hood. For once he was actually able to make out his god’s features and, gods’ might, he was stunning. Pale skin, blackened around two large eyes, such a deep purple they may as well have been black; several little pure purple eyes dotted above and below the two large ones. His fangs poked out from his lips and his ears large points. Roman was a bit breathless from it.

Virgil seemed to be waiting for something from him. He supposed he was supposed to say something. “You’re stunning.”

He… doesn’t think he was supposed to say that.

Virgil’s entire face turned a light purple. He looked pissed.

“I- I’m sorry,” Roman immediately stuttered out, “Virgil, my god, please accept my apology. I meant no disrespect.”

“Don’t apologize,” Janus purred from beside him. Roman jumped, turning to look at the other. “Virgil needs to hear it from someone other than myself sometimes. He’s stopped believing me.”

“Yeah, well, you’re the fucking patron of lies,” Virgil snapped back.

Janus chuckled, “I’m also the patron of hard truths.”

“I–” It took a moment for Roman to regain a train of thought, “What happened?”

“You’re stupid ass was bleeding out,” Virgil hissed, “We brought you here so we could heal you quickly.”

“You had us worried there for a moment. If we had waited any longer you would have slipped through our fingers and you would have moved on to the Great Palace. Which, really would have been a shame, since we have an invested interest in you staying alive.”

Virgil nodded in agreement, growling lowly, “We didn’t say you were allowed to die. Next time you think you want to kick the bucket you better ask first.”

“I’m sorry,” Roman said quickly. He had thought it would be noble to die for his patrons, he hadn’t thought about all the work they had put into him already. He had thought he would put less of a burden on his gods by healing himself, but he had just been reckless with a life that was no longer his. “I have been taking what you have given me for granted.”

Janus sighed heavily, looking to Virgil, “Please, tell me he’s not doing the thing again?”

“He’s doing the thing again,” Virgil answered.

“What am I doing?” He questioned, readying another apology.

“Being an idiot.” Virgil rolled his eyes.

Roman opened and closed his mouth, “What– What do you mean?”

“I can practically taste all those negative and anxious thoughts you have going on up there.” Vigil poked Roman’s forehead, “What are you thinking? Do you think we don’t like you or something? You would know if we didn’t want to be your patrons anymore, Ro, gods aren’t exactly known to be subtle.”

“No, no of course not,” Roman shook his head, “I just– you’ve done so much for me, and I hardly feel like I’m worth the power you bestow me.”

“Roman,” Janus sighed, taking his face into his hands, his claws gently scraping Roman’s cheek, “You’re the only one worthy of us. That, is true.”

Virgil nodded, scooting closer so their legs were pressed against each other and Roman could make out the teeniest of details on his face. “You have to stop with the stupid acts of selflessness trying to prove yourself when you’ve already done that tenfold. You asking for help is not being a burden, as you could never be a burden to us.”

Roman blushed under their gaze.

Janus hummed, tilting his head as his eyes flicked over Roman’s face, “I think it’s time you know just how much we care about you.”

“Janus, I don’t know if–”

Before Virgil could stop him Janus was leaning forward, still holding Roman’s face still. It didn’t take a genius to figure it out, and Roman closed his eyes and let Janus kiss him. Soft. Gentle.

Roman pulled away, eyes wide, “You…”

“Enjoy that?” Janus asked.

He nodded.

“My turn,” Virgil growled and grabbed the front of Roman’s tunic, pulling him into another kiss. Deep. Possessive.

Virgil pulled back, “Do you get it now?”

Roman had stars in his eyes and a flutter in his heart. He had never been more sure of something in his life.

“I think so, but, just to be sure,” Roman hummed, looking between the two of them sheepishly, “Can you show me one more time?” The two gods laughed, lighthearted and full of mirth. Full of love. They happily indulged his wishes. It was hardly a burden on their part.

#roman sanders #janus sanders #virgil sanders #cw injury #sanders sides #sanders sides fanfiction

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bisexual-horror-fan · 2 years ago

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*Kicks your door down*

BEXIBUS

May I have a fic w Freddy and the Reader on /his/ birthday and he's not expecting them to do anything for him but they surprise him? And uh maybe they put a lil icing on their titties for him to lick off?

And could I maybe??? Get a tiny bit of fluff w Reader booping icing on his nose and letting him know they'll never forget his birthday and they love him sksjfjs

Thank u v much for the chance 🥺

-Vic/TML

PS. May you dream of Freddy tonight and put ur cake in his face if yk what I mean.

Oh Vic baby, I know it has been a minute since you sent this in but it IS Robert Englund’s birthday today so I thought it was finally time to do this! Been a bit since the last Freddy moment, so I hope you enjoy it along with everyone else! Let’s go!

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Rating. NSFW. Length. 1.4K. Freddy Krueger X GN! Reader. No Pronouns Specified. Warnings: Pet Names. Lucid Dreaming. Sweetness. Surprising Freddy. Nipple Play. Food Play. Implied Oral Sex. Banter. Teasing. Freddy Being Freddy. Mild Knife Play. Domestic Fantasy. Lingerie. Dress Up.

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“Birthday Surprise.”

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It wasn’t easy to find out what day it was, it took some serious research and effort on your part but damn it, he was worth it. He had never brought up the day and you were positive there was a reason for that but it didn’t deter you, the risk felt worth the potential reward. He was surprisingly very giving to you in many respects, seemed that good moods were striking him more often than not and he was very willing to treat you, any sort of desire you had, sexual or otherwise he was willing to meet, seemingly loving and feeding off the positive energy it drew from you. So naturally you wanted to return those efforts back to him, put a smile on his face, show him that you were just as invested as he was.

The first way you wanted to do this was by celebrating his birthday, you had a feeling no one ever put forth much care into giving a fuck about him in any serious regard and certainly not about that, or if they had, he hadn’t even alluded to it, but you could fix that. You could make him feel special, make him feel like how he made you feel, make him feel important.

You know this was a complex thing, hell emotions seemed to be a touchy subject on the best of days but you had a good feeling about this. You worked on lucid dreaming, on getting your skills up so far to be able to accomplish what you had in mind, and thankfully, hard work was paying off.

He was always aware of when you fell asleep. He would feel it, be able to reach out and pull you to him. He also had a habit of liking to watch, he’d find you dreaming about whatever mundane bullshit and indulge in watching you for a minute or two before dragging you into a nightmare of his making or the boiler room, whatever setting he wished so when he reached out and found you tonight, he was surprised.

There you were, in a much different setting then he usually found you. A brightly lit, vintage looking kitchen, you in an apron and seemingly not much else, and consumed in your current task. A quick look around showed you were deep into decorating a freshly baked and thoroughly cooled cake. God, you looked good enough to eat, better than the cake by far. He was looking you over, the thin and sheer material hugging over your ass and hips, the lace top stockings you wore, the heels, the sweet ruffled edged apron, it was doing everything possible to appeal to him.

You were humming some tune he couldn’t place, the cake was on one of those stands that could spin, making it easier for you to ice it, turning it with one hand slowly while the other held the rubber spatula, spreading the light, airy and butter cream on the sides of the cake. He made himself known then.

He slipped into the reality of our dream, right behind you, his hands placed on your waist, bare scarred skin on one side and leather and steel on the other. You didn’t jump, not even flinched, as if you were aware of his presence before he made it known, expecting, anticipating him.

“Well aren’t you just the cutest little house spouse.” He purred into your ear and you grinned, “Heya Freddy.”

“Hiya sweetheart.” You feel his lips brush the shell of your ear and you lean closer back into him, “How you doing tonight?”

“How do you think I’m doing after coming into this?” His question was just what you were expecting, you finished doing the basic ice and had picked up the piping bag to do some serious detailing, “Oh doing pretty damn good I imagine.”

“You know me too well.” He said easily, watching as you artfully swooped the icing on the sides, “So what’s with playing Susie homemaker? You got a kink you never shared with the class or somethin’?”

You laugh, a shake of your head as you work on quickly finishing up the lettering up top now that the edges were piped, “No, no, nothing like that. Just heard what day it was and thought it would be nice to spoil you.”

“Oh? And what day is it?” He asked and you finished up, piping bag set down, you picked up the cake and turned in his grip, holding out the two layered confection you’d spent so much time on, “A day to celebrate you.”

His hands still sitting on your hips he read the pretty dark pink icing scrawled on top spelling out, “Happy Birthday Freddy.”

“You remembered?” He asked and your finger swiped over the edge of the cake, catching some icing you reached up and booped him on the nose before telling him, “Freddy, I’ll never forget your birthday. I love you.”

He seemed to try to not be affected by your sweet words. Nor by when you leaned up and licked the small spot of sugary goodness from where you’d placed it. He tried to do what he always did, cover up serious emotion with jokes.

“You know it is a little fucking weird to celebrate a dead man's birthday, right?” He deadpanned, a raise of the skin where his eyebrows should be, had they not been scorched off forever ago. You smiled, a shrug as you said, “Yeah I know but…I dunno, it might be stupid but I care about you a lot Freddy, wanted to do something nice for you, show you how much I care.”

“You? Care about me?” He asked incredulously and you nodded, eyes downcast to the cake still in your hands.

You uttered, "You know I do, Freddy." He laughed, long and hard before exhaling in a fond one of voice, “Fuck, you are so stupid.”

He sighed and leaned in, a kiss to your forehead and you said, “Yeah, I really am.”

“Cutest, sweetest idiot I’ve ever tormented at least.” He pulled back, hands balled into fists and resting on his hips he asked, “So what kinda cake is it?”

You let the compliment he gave roll over you, the warmth sinking into you before the reply spills out, “Lemon sponge with a jam filling and a whipped raspberry buttercream.”

“Look at you! So fancy. You tryna impress me with your pretentious ass dessert?” He asks with that smug grin and you pose your own question. “Is it working?”

“Maybe. I’m not convinced though.” He teases and you turn at the waist, you set the cake back down on the counter and then you reach up behind your neck, you pinch one of the ends of the bow behind your spine, you tug and let it untie, allowing the top part of your apron to fall and expose your chest.

He is looking with great interest but not saying anything else, yet. You reach over and pick up the piping bag from before, you carefully squeeze some of the sweet and sticky substance onto your chest before turning your gaze up to his, looking up at him you ask, “Are you more willing to taste it when it’s served up like this?”

“You really are spoiling me, hmm?” He didn’t waste time, hands are on your chest cupping ample flesh as he leans down, now at eye level, looking at the delicate swirls of pink, admiring how they stand out against your skin for a moment before that inhumanly long tongue comes out to play. He takes his time, he starts inward, curling around a hardening nipple before working his way out, cleaning up the mess you left along the way. He lets out a satisfied hum as he does, eventually his mouth closes on a hard peak and he sucks deeply, tongue swirls, teeth graze, blood meets sugar and your head swims. His mouth is like heaven and hell mixed and you are thoroughly and irrevocably addicted. Your hand is on the back of his neck as his mouth works from one side to the next, by the time he is done you are left breathless, feeling his hard shaft grinding on your thigh, you ask, “You wanna try the real deal yet?”

He is dropping to his knees, hands pushing up the bottom of your apron, his tone is gruff, he nips at your inner thigh as he tells you, “Later.”

You start to whine in protest but his gloved hand is on your ass, blades biting into ample flesh and he grits out, “It’s my birthday remember?”

As he mouths over your underwear you lean against the counter, head tipping back and any and all complaints and arguments you had promptly fly out of your head, content to let him do whatever the fuck he wanted to. It was HIS day after all. It’s the least you could do. Cake could wait.

#Slasher x reader #Freddy Krueger x reader #BHF writing #BHF asks #ENJOYYYY

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mooodyblue · 2 years ago

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Heyy! Can you please do a cg!austin x little!reader where austin has to do work but reader just keeps on following him around and he’s trying not to get mad and explains he’s busy then reader gets upset and austin cheers her up and comforts her then eventually plays with her plss! :)

hihi, thank you for waiting!! sorry for taking so long on this one, hope you enjoy!! ty for the request <3

wc: 891

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your brain chose a bad day to get all fuzzy and cloudy, the way it does when you’re about to slip. austin had too much to do around the house today and he told you so the night before. you were perfectly capable of taking care of yourself while little, you did it before you dated austin but you just wanted to be around him all day.

you were able to mask it slightly during breakfast. he was going on about his list of things to do today, some housework, and a few over-the-phone meetings. maybe you could do some things around the house too, whatever it takes to get you out of that headspace.

nothing was working. you helped austin fix something in the bathroom and the kitchen but even then, you weren’t much help. anything to be around him.

when austin was cooped in the bedroom, starting on the work he really didn’t want to be bothered during, you couldn’t hold that urge anymore. you put on cartoons for awhile, just like austin would do to keep you preoccupied while he was busy with his big, adult things. but that was only for when it didn’t take a long time, austin was going to be busy for hours. all day, even. you couldn’t wait that long.

after a couple episodes of your show, you finally got up and quietly entered the bedroom, noting that he was on the phone. he turned his head to you, giving you a soft smile and pointing at his phone. you sat there and just listened to him talk for a little while, picking at the fabric of your comforter. he announced that he’d be right back and got up, leaving the room with you following behind, hoping he was done for the day.

except he’d only gotten up to grab a water. austin jumped slightly at you standing right behind him, chuckling. “sorry, you scared me.”

“are you done?”

furrowing his brows, he placed a hand on your cheek. “sorry baby, not yet.” you pouted under his touch and watched as he left to the bedroom again. you followed him again, returning to your place on the bed.

austin caught on that you were little not too long ago, noticing how you were constantly clinging to him and asking how much longer? every chance you could. he knew you couldn’t help it and honestly, he was trying hard not to get frustrated with you following him around and clinging to him when you could.

he finally spoke up when you followed him into another room while he was rummaging for old paperwork, standing up and sighing. “y/n.” he placed his hands on your shoulders, “you gotta stop hoverin’ me. i know you wanna play and want my attention but i have to get this stuff done today. i don’t have time to be playing games while i’ve got real adult things to do.”

your eyes welled up with tears, feeling bad for bothering austin just like you felt you always did when you were little. austin being austin, he felt bad the moment he said your actual name and not one of the many nicknames he used for you while you were little.

his expression softened the moment he saw you upset, wrapping his arms around you and hugging you. “honey, i’m sorry.” he pressed a kiss to your temple and cupped your face. “enough of that, no more crying.”

you sniffled, shaking your head. “‘m sorry. ‘m always botherin’ you.”

“that’s not true at all. i’d much rather be spending time with my lil’ baby than doing big adult stuff.” he booped your nose, getting a small giggle from you in response.

“you mean it?” you asked.

“mhm, of course. in fact, y’know what, i can take a break!” he checked the time on his phone and back at the mess of papers on his desk, shrugging. “yeah, c'mon. you wanna go to the park? i’ll take you.” he grinned.

austin helped you get dressed, making sure to not forget your jacket along with a bag of your emergency ‘little’ items. “you wanna walk?” you nodded excitedly, taking his hand as keeping a tight hold of it as you both walked to your favorite park.

normally, he'd just sit back and watch you, but he joined you this time. he pushed you on the swings for a bit, helped you climb the bars and caught you every time you went down the slide. he loved these moments with you, just away from the adult world to take care of you. he sat on the swings while you ran around on the playground, taking photos of you and replying to texts saying he'd call people back tomorrow. he wanted to focus on you first.

you ran up to austin, handing him a dandelion that you picked specifically for him. “oh, thank you baby. you're so sweet, aren't you?” he placed it behind his ear and pulled you close to him, wrapping his arms around your waist. “you ready to go home?”

“mhm. can we have pancakes for dinner?” you asked shyly.

“chocolate chip?” he smirked.

you jumped up and down excitedly, “oh, please? please please please-”

“okay! okay.” he laughed, standing up and taking your hand. “let's go make you some pancakes.”

#wanted to post this earlier but hated how it came out so i rewrote it sorry LOL #austin x reader #austin butler x reader

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captjameshookthoughts · 2 years ago

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Once again I am having thoughts about James and his relationship to trauma. This time about how well the recent peter Pan & Wendy film portrays the long term effects of childhood trauma.

Don’t expect some great essay, I’m pretty sick and hopped up on pain meds right now, but I wanted to get some thoughts out anyways.

A lot of people who have been through childhood trauma indentify as having conflicting feelings of their maturity. In some senses they were forced to mature too quickly in order to adapt and survive, but having to mature in those areas so quick also took away the ability to mature in other areas, they also talk about living life as if they’re playing a role and I think that dissonace is very apparent in PP&W Captain Hook.

we see a man who is aged beyond his years, tired, exhausted. A man with the good sense and maturity to have become captain of his own ship. A man who has earned the respect and loyalty of his crew. A man who is able to take charge in stressful situations. But the conflict of his forced maturity and immaturity is present throughout.

The dangerous pirate captain turns into an exciteable boy in his first scene where he fires the canon and then rushes forward asking “Did I get him?” the way one might if he were a child playing a game. The facade of being a serious, mature, pirate captain slips for a moment and doesn’t again until he meets John and Michael. That boop on Michael’s nose is pure playfulness, the sort of thing you’d expect maybe from friends or siblings playing at pirates rather than a man who actually is a pirate, and certainly not something you’d expect to see happen after how severe and sombre he’d been in the scene leading up to that moment.

Then in skull rock we see him being absolutely horrid and calculating, acting almost exactly as you’d expect a cruel, and ‘evil’ pirate to act. But even then he can’t quite supress that playful immaturity. “oops” and his singing, when he screams “Bad Form” again he seems more like and older sibling chewing out the younger for unfairness than any true threat.

It’s like He has so much poise and presence, because that’s the part of himself that he was forced to mature into, but his emotional regulation is still quite immature because he was still immature when his trauma happened and he just wasn’t given the room to deal with it and mature as someone without trauma would have. Stressful situations force him to snap one way or the other.

The scene where he returns to the ruins we see his poise and presence at it’s absolute highest quality. He’s calm, almost disturbingly so. And that sort of calm can very much be a trauma response as much as anything else. but that sequence leads to the scene that I believe shows his immaturity as a resort of trauma better than any other. The ease he has, the comfort he seems to experience when talking to Wendy- a teenage girl. He talks to her as an emotional equal, he opens up to her like he hasn’t done to anyone else, he lets her *know* him. And then she insults him and SNAP he switches to his more mature side. The side with presence, the side that takes command.

Later we get to see how Smee reacts to his conflicting maturity. “Surely there should have been a splash by now?” “Unless she fell very slowly.” Like that interaction is one of a caregiving adult reassuring the child they care for. The shortly after, SNAP once more, he’s back to being commanding, taking control.

Actually, despite what Wendy said, I do think that his most emotioanlly mature and sound moment is “It’s not *supposed* to be fun.” it’s like that’s the moment he finally recognises his trauma for what it is. And all things considered, it feels like he’s not just yelling it at Peter, but also at himself because he’s actually reached a point where he hasn’t fallen into his immaturity in response to Peter and their fighting. He’s being honest with himself, with everyone. He’s showing his pain, and as we see in the last shots of the film that was the beginning of his healing.

#captain hook #James Hook #captain james hook #peter pan #peter pan and wendy

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Mc just booping Odon randomly +rad classmates reacting to it like they just come up to him with a serious face and just boop him then go on about their day or mc just booping everyone

This is a very nice idea, reading it honestly cheered me up a bit, which I needed because yesterday I received some news that shook me a bit😥so I hope that, by writing this, not only I'll satisfy your request, but that it will also manage to distract me🙈I tried to write both scenarios, I hope that's okay, I did my best✨:

RAD CLASSMATES WITH A MC BOOPING ODON/EVERYONE

FIRST HEADCANONS

MC BOOPING ODON:

DEMYA

Initially she would be slightly surprised to see such an interaction between Odon and MC, but soon she would find that quite funny and in a way she would see herself in such acts, since sometimes she happens to climb on Odon's back to reach high objects, to see things in the distance or simply to receive a nice piggyback ride. However it's likely that she would like to receive a similar treatment from MC too, so she might get sulky if MC doesn't pay enough attention to her

DOMNRA(MOBIM)

Although he's aware of the fact that Odon isn't hostile and in general very chill and gentle despite being a demon, Domnra believes that MC has either a lot of courage or a total lack of sense of self-preservation to undertake such an action towards Odon, especially because no one would dare get so close to them because of their old reputation. Mobim, on the other hand, would be curious about MC's gesture and would try to replicate it on Domnra to understand how it works

AZUL

He would find such action hilarious and honestly he would wonder how he never thought of doing such a thing too, not only to Odon, but also to others, because he has little restraint and decidedly little restraint, therefore not even people like Lucifer or Lord Diavolo would be safe from one of his new favorite pastimes. However, being friends with Odon, Azul would love to join MC in the art of booping

ZURI

Knowing Odon, Zuri would imagine that they would appreciate MC's gesture, even though they usually don't allow many people to approach their face, for a matter of safety, however she would find quite ridiculous the fact that an ancient and feared demon like Odon, let a human boop their nose, however she wouldn't voice her opinion, since it's none of her business

ODON

They would have no idea of what exactly MC is doing in the beginning, they might even think it's some kind of traditional human greeting that they have missed over the centuries or somehow forgotten about, yet Odon would find the gesture nice and being the only one to receive it would make them feel special, something they're not used to

SECOND HEADCANONS

MC BOOPING EVERYONE:

DEMYA

She would be happy to receive such a demonstration of attention and affection from her mate, in fact she would let herself be pampered without making a fuss. Demya would probably reciprocate MC's gesture either by booping them in return or with affectionate kisses and little chomps, with her it's not uncommon to end up playing fight after all

DOMNRA(MOBIM)

MC could boop Mobim without any problem, the little curse would be pleasantly surprised and would try to reciprocate MC's affectionate gesture, however Domnra would die of embarrassment if his partner did the same thing to him, especially in public. In private he might be persuaded to receive such treatment, but his face would wear a embarrassed pout

AZUL

MC would involuntarily create a booping monster and from a simple nice gesture the situation would turn into some kind of competition to see who is better and more creative in affectionately reciprocating the gesture. In Azul's case, he would have an advantage over his lovely star though, being able to walk through walls like a ghost as well

ZURI

Normally Zuri wouldn't appreciate such a childish gesture towards her, considering it almost a lack of respect, but since this case is about her beloved, she would let it go and just reply with an exasperated but affectionate sigh. In moments of greater domesticity and tranquility in private, she might be tempted to boop MC back

ODON

They would be confused and honestly it would be one of the few times they got caught off guard, but one of the reasons Odon appreciates their dear friend MC is because they're full of surprises, so in the end they would appreciate the gesture. It's also likely that the eye-like creatures have seen MC booping other people around Devildom, so Odon would be happy to have been included in such ritual, however they would be hesitant to reciprocate, because they wouldn't want to overstep or disrespect MC's boundaries

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chasesylvan · 1 year ago

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School’s Out

CHAPTER 5’s OUT BABYYYY

SAME TAGS AS BEFORE LES GO

AND OF COURSE, THANKING THE AMAZING @plasma-ghoull FOR THE IDEA, and credit to @terzosmainhoe for the idea of Dew’s birthday party theme 🤍🤍

imperator finally gets her shit together and gets her head out of her ass and finally accepts Dew.

Dew’s 5th Birthday was today, Omega couldn’t believe it, and neither could Terzo, they had set up Dew’s party to be themed of Cars, because ever since one of the Sisters showed him the movie, he’s been obsessed ever since, so he wished for his party to be Cars themed. Presents and gifts had been presented to Dew the day before as they wanted him to be preoccupied with his party on his actual birthday, and he got lots of cool toys to play with, new clothes, that were also Cars themed, and they had to make sure today was perfect for their baby boy.

Omega and Terzo were going to surprise Dew with the party, so he was sent to the nursery while they planned and decorated it, they decided to have it out in the main garden area, because that was enough space for everything to fit, everybody in the Clergy was invited, and everybody accepted the invitations except for one person, Imperator, who insisted that she will not be attending otherwise “shit will hit the fan”, if that meant she would harm Dew, Omega wouldn’t let her see another day in her life. Dew was playing with the kits in the nursery, playing peekaboo with them and coddling them, and Sister Taylor walked through the nursery’s doors and Dew’s eyes light up like the northern lights, “Taywa!!” Dew said, not quite getting his pronunciations correct, but everybody being able to understand what he says.

Sister Taylor walked over to Dew and scooped him up and threw him up into the air and caught him, and snuggled him into her arms, “Whewe wis Daddy and Dada?” Dew asked the Sister, “They are doing something very special and secret!” She whispered to the tiny ghoul in her arms, who gasped and covered his mouth in shock, “Tan I know?” He asked in a curious tone, Sister Taylor looking down at the cute, tiny ghoul in her arms, booped his nose, and replied to the fire demon, “Not yet, little firefly, patience.” She told the ghoul, he pouted but obliged.

She put the tiny ghoul back down onto the ground so he could go and play with the little kits again, as Sister Taylor was about to leave, he ran over to her and hugged her knees and told her, “I wuv you Taywa.” And smiled as he said that, he giggled and ran back over to the kits on the play-mat and she smiled and watched as Dew so carefully played with the kits that were tinier than him. She walked to where Dew’s party was being held and constructed, Sisters, Brothers and Members of The Clergy helping with decorating the garden, as Sister Taylor walked around the garden, she noticed a lot of things that stood out to her and made her smile hugely, a Cars themed birthday cake sat on the table, carefully preserved so it didn’t go off, Cars themed party streamers hanging from the archways in the Garden, little tiny cars lined the table next to Cars themed plates and cups. She walked and found Omega and Papa standing near an opening that led further into the garden where all their precious flowers and plants were planted and cared for by the Earth Ghouls and Farmer Sisters and Brothers.

Omega saw and noticed Sister Taylor and smiled as she walked to where they were standing, “Good morning, Omega and Papa,” She bowed to them, and they bowed back, “Good morning, Sister Taylor!” They both said in unison, “Wow, the garden looks incredible! The cake looks awesome as well! Such detail in the cars, the background and the colours are so amazing! Dew is gonna love this so much, he deserves all of it for being such a good boy.” She said to them, who in return, held her hand and smiled, “He told me he loves me.” She said to them, who went wide eyed and started smiling so widely, and hugged her, “That’s so incredibly sweet, Taylor! We have raised such a kind hearted and mannered boy!” Omega said, Papa giving Omega a kiss on the cheek and nuzzling into his side. “He plays so gently with the younger kits as well, he’s such a gentle boy as well!” They were all so happy that Dew was raised to be such a sweet boy.

Someone from out in the garden yelled out, “It’s all finished guys! Everything is decorated and it’s all good to start his party!” Everybody cheered and looked around at the garden, it was so beautiful, Dew was absolutely gonna adore this, the effort put into it by the whole Clergy shows that they really have a strong love for the little fire demon. Now, it was time to go and get Dew to surprise him with his party. Now, Dew had been expecting it to be a small party with a few people attending, but he was in for the surprise of his life. Omega went off on his own to go and collect Dew from the nursery, saying hello to a few busy Clergy members on the way, he finally arrived and melted when he saw Dew playing peekaboo with one of the younger water kits, the kit giggling when Dew would peek out from behind his hands, causing Dew to giggle as well. It took Dew a while, but he finally looked over and saw his Daddy standing near the entrance, got up from his spot on the floor and ran over to Omega and jumped in his arms, Omega catching him and spinning him around while hugging him, Dew giggling the whole time. “How’s my big boy?” Dew replied, “Good! Was pwaying wit the kits to teep them busy, and den Taywa tame and swaprised me!” Dew smiled widely at his Daddy, who smiled back at him, “Well, sounds like you’ve had a great start to your birthday, baby,” Omega said back to his little fire demon.

He held Dew in his arms for a moment, cuddling him close and patting his bottom when he told Dew, “We’ve got a surprise for you, baby,” Dew looked up at Omega with curious and hopeful eyes, “What is it, Daddy?” He asked Omega, “It’s a surprise, but let’s go and find out shall we?” Dew nodded, “Wait Daddy, before we go, I gotta go potty first,” Omega replied back, “Ok baby, let’s go bathroom first then,” He carried Dew to the bathroom and went in and helped Dew do his business, helped him wash his hands and picked him back up and held him on his hip again and took him to the garden, “Close your eyes, baby,” Dew put his hands over his eyes and made sure not to peek, he walked out into the entrance of the garden where everyone was standing and Omega motioned with his hands a “1, 2, 3” and everyone shouted “HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEWY!” This shocked Dew, who took his hands off of his eyes and had the most shocked expression on his face, smiling at the same time, “D-Daddy, ‘dis all for me?” He asked in a shy tone, “Omega picked him up once again and hugged him tight, “All for you, baby, you deserve it so much for being the bestest boy, everyone loves you so much, and me and your Dad do so so much, and we wanted to surprise you with a party this size, because you deserve it baby, happy birthday, baby boy,” Omega kissed him on the forehead and put him down and he ran over to Papa who in return did the same as Omega. “Happy Birthday, baby boy!” Papa said to the little fire demon, Dew giggled and thanked his Dad and Terzo put him on the ground and Omega stated that it was time to cut the cake. So, everybody sat down at the massive table set out in the middle of the garden, surrounded by beautiful flowers and plants, with the sun shining down on them, it truly was a beautiful day for Dew’s birthday.

Everybody sang Happy Birthday, and after it finished, Omega helped Dew cut the cake, Omega passed slices of cake down the table and everybody was chatting with everybody, happily eating cake until a familiar set of heels could be heard on the concrete at the entrance to the Garden. Everybody looked over and everybody’s jaw dropped, they saw, the one and only, Sister Imperator. She was stood in a suit, and holding what appeared to be a present in her hand, she walked over to the table, blank expression painted on her face, and she handed Omega the bag, “Happy Birthday, Dew.” She said, and patted him on the head, everybody was shocked by the gesture, coming from the women who almost killed him, literally. Omega gave Dew the present, and he opened it to find a rare collection of signed cars from the movie Cars, a signed Lightning McQueen, a signed Mater, a signed Sally, a signed Doc, a signed Luigi and Guido, and the rest of the cars from Radiator Springs all signed by their voice actors. Dew was in shock, “How did you get these?” Omega asked Imperator, she smiled and said, “I have my ways.” Someone coughed and Imperator looked to find Sister Taylor eyeing her down.

“Imperator.” Sister Taylor said in a firm tone, which made her turn around. “What are you doing here.” She asked the Head Sister, “I was merely showing affection for the child, because, someone gave me a stern talking to, and made me realise that my actions weren’t acceptable at all, I apologise for what I did to Dew a few years ago, I have come to the conclusion that Dew is staying, and will be part of the Ghost Project when he is old enough.” Omega’s eyes widened at this, flabbergasted by Imperator’s words and apology. “That is Dew’s decision and his decision alone, Imperator, he does not have to play an instrument if he does not wish to.” Imperator sighed and said, “Alright then, but just know, he is always welcome to join if he wishes to, the band will welcome him with warm and welcoming arms.” The Head Sister said with a smile, which in turn made Omega smile a little as well, he got up from the table and walked over to Imperator and held his hand out, “I appreciate you coming to terms with how horrible your actions were towards him as a kit, I am glad you now have affection for him, if he so wishes to become part of The Ghost Project, I will not be there to stop him, only to support him.”

And, after Dew’s party came to a stop, everybody went back to their jobs and Omega decided to take Dew out of the Abbey and take him to get ice cream for being such a good boy, and still thinking if Imperator meant what she had said about Dew, and the expensive present she gave Dew, he drained those thoughts and just focused on spending the rest of Dew’s birthday happy, knowing that he did a great job as a father and at raising Dew to be such a good and mannered boy, that if he ever has kids in the future, he will be sure to teach them the same as Omega and Terzo have for Dew.

He took Dew to the local ice cream parlour to let Dew pick out his favourite ice cream, which turned out to be just plain chocolate chip, Omega got vanilla and Terzo got mint chocolate chip, they sat down at a table and enjoyed their ice cream together, no painful thoughts, just a calm atmosphere, Omega hoped that these moments never end.

#chase writes #the band ghost #the band ghost fic #dew’s awakening #dewdrop ghoul #omega ghoul #papa emeritus lll #terzoxomega #CHAPTER 5 IS FINALLY HERE GUYS #CONSUMEEEE

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