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vanishingstarrs · 6 months ago

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midnight haze ( k. bakugo x reader, slow burn, hurt x comfort, anxiety, fluff )

part 1, part 2, part 3

It was late. You shouldn’t even be awake, but you couldn’t sleep with all that was going on in the world.

So you decided to do something productive: bake. You needed something to focus your energy onto and who didn’t love cookies? You were sure your dorm mates would appreciate some in the morning when they all awoke.

You had very minimal lighting, but were wearing your glasses so that wasn’t an issue. You also had a pair of earbuds in one ear so you could monitor for any noise or disturbances you may be causing by being up so late into the night. The music was soft and meant to be soothing, you hoped it might make you sleepy with time, but it didn’t take and eventually you sat down next to the oven while you waited for your timer to run out.

“What are you doing?”

You nearly jumped, your hand coming up to clutch your chest as you pulled out your earbud and looked up at the person standing there.

“Jesus, you’re quiet.”

“And you’re not.” The blond countered.

You frowned at him,“Sorry, I couldn’t sleep.”

Bakugo sat down across from you, eyes glancing at the oven briefly before looking at you again,“How much longer?”

You glanced at your phone before looking at him and shrugging,“Seven minutes.”

He said nothing as he turned on the stove and placed a pot of water on. He stood and watched it until it was hot enough to pour into a mug with a teabag hanging off the side. He held it out to you, your eyes focused on the fact that it was his mug, his favorite color, his initial, his.

“For me?” You asked, unsure.

“Drink.” He said.

You took it and slowly took a sip, the tea was unfamiliar in taste and you figured it might also be one of his. Usually Momo was the one to offer you tea, you weren’t well versed in them, but did enjoy the taste whenever you had one.

“Did I really wake you up?” You asked as guilt settled in the pit of your stomach.

To your knowledge, Bakugo was a heavy sleeper.

He eyed your timer again.

“No.”

“Oh.”

You didn’t really know what else to say. You stopped the timer before it could make noise and stood up, placing the mug on the counter and picking up an oven mitt instead. The cookies smelt amazing as you pulled them out and part of you wanted to taste one, but the other part worried you’d get judged for eating it so late. Instead, you placed them on a rack to cool and took another sip of the tea.

You felt his gaze on you.

“Aren’t you gonna eat one?” He asked.

You shrugged for the second time,“They’re too hot right now, maybe tomorrow.”

“It’s already tomorrow.” He deadpanned.

There was no way your face wasn’t red as embarrassment flooded your mind, now you felt even worse for him being awake despite him saying it wasn’t your fault. The heat of the tea concealed your blush but fogged up your glasses, which was arguably even more mortifying, as you suddenly remembered that you were wearing them. No one ever saw you in them. You always made sure to wear your contacts in class and in costume for training, around anyone besides your parents.

Before you could do anything about it, the frames were plucked off your face and you watched dumbfounded as Bakugo used his t-shirt to clear them back up for you. You briefly eyed the tiny sliver of skin exposed by him using his shirt.

“Why can’t you sleep?” He brought the lenses up to his eyes to make sure they were good before placing them back on your face.

The question was unexpected, the whole interaction was, in fact. He was the last person you’d expect to care. Well… you didn’t know if he actually cared but still. You gulped, did you want to confide in him? You were never really close, I mean, sure, he didn’t yell at you the way he did the others and often times you’d worked together and managed to take care of your assignments without arguing. But you weren’t friends. At best, he tolerated you.

While you continued to hesitate, he walked over to the rack of cookies and plucked two out of the bunch. He bit into one, showing no signs of liking or hating it.

“How is it?” You couldn’t help seek validation, even if it was from him.

He held out the second cookie to you and you took it. One bite, two, they were fucking amazing. Not to toot your own horn, but if you were good at anything, it was baking.

He finished his off but said nothing on the taste or quality, you had a feeling chocolate chip wasn’t his favorite but didn’t dare ask what was.

“You gonna answer my question?”

You sighed and took another slow sip of tea before the mug was pulled from your hands and you watched Bakugo tip it back and down the rest. You watched with an open mouth as you didn’t know whether to be offended since he’d made it for you or go red at the fact that he’d drink from the same cup as you without care. As he rinsed the mug in the sink and set it down to wash later, he looked back at you with raised brows, okay…

“I’m worried.” You fidgeted with your fingers now that you didn’t have the mug to hold onto,“About Midoriya, about the fate of Japan… the world, actually. I wonder how it’ll all end, and whether all of us will—”

Your voice cracked, you took a deep breath,“You know?”

He sighed. “You gonna cry?”

Okay, that kinda hurt, you thought to yourself. Stubbornly, you held in your remaining feelings as you shook your head, you couldn’t say no or else you’d definitely shed a tear or two.

“Worrying won’t help him, or any of us.” He spoke up after a second,“What you need is rest, so that when they need us we’re able to do something. I know it’s all words or whatever, but that’s about all I can offer. Put your shit away, I’ll walk you back to your room, that tea should be kicking in any minute now.”

You looked at him with a questioning gaze and he scoffed.

“Relax. I didn’t slip you anything, I drank some too. It’s just some shit I buy, it soothes and helps you sleep. C’mon, I’m tired.”

You nodded and left it at that, quickly working to put your baked goods in a cute cookie jar you’d purchased once and writing a note for your classmates to help themselves and that they were fresh. You added that you’d clean up your dishes in the morning and your initials at the end with a smiley face. When you turned back around, Bakugo was waiting and he let you walk ahead of him.

It didn’t take long to reach you door, but when you did what he said surprised you.

“Leave your door open. Mine will be too.” He didn’t say it, but the implication was there. He’d be there if you needed anything.

“Okay.” Was all you responded with.

You didn’t know if it was the tea, or the fact that you felt a little lighter after telling someone a bit of what you were feeling, but you were definitely starting to feel tired and you couldn’t help reach up to rub one of your eyes.

“Nice glasses.” He teased.

You were thankful for the darkness to hide your blush as he ended it with,“Night.”

He was already walking away when you whispered so low he surely couldn’t have heard it,“Night… Bakugo.”

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kitten4sannie · 9 months ago

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ꜱᴄᴘ: ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴᴍᴇɴᴛ ʙʀᴇᴀᴄʜ

ᴛᴇʀᴀᴛᴏᴘʜɪʟɪᴀ/ᴛᴀᴍɪɴɢ ➠ ꜱᴀɴ

pairing: past lover/SCP! san x researcher! reader (fem) feat. resaercher friend! mingi

genre: SCP au, horror elements, angst (there’s a hopeful ending i promise ;;), smut

summary: having seen everything under the sun as a researcher at the SCP foundation, you didn’t think much of SCP-1117. it wasn’t until he started appearing as your late husband that you couldn’t take your eyes off him.

w.c: 3.4k

warnings: past character death, ANGST (i’m telling you now…), hard dom! san, bratty sub! reader, brat taming, cnc, san’s a heartless monster here so yeahh, he also has monster features yk (sharp teeth, black eyes, monster cawk), dirty talk, degradation/name calling, brief tit play, brief spit play, restraints, choking, rough oral (giving), deep-throating, kissing, fingering, squirting, like��so much cum…, finger sucking, rough sex, mating press, dacryphilia, creampie

a/n: listen ik it’s filth fest okayy there’s def filth in this but i also used this one as an angst outlet so just know this one’s got a little kick to it,, im sorry my lovelies i just couldn’t help it </33

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SCP-1117 was a curious one. Neither you nor your coworkers knew what its true form looked like, due to its ability of morphing into whatever it pleased. You couldn’t quite figure out what it truly was either. It was simply an amalgamation of pure chaos. One that you found yourself being drawn to ever since it began to replicate your late husband’s image.

Was it to entice you? Punish you? You weren’t sure. What you were sure of was that you couldn’t bring yourself to escape from its clutches, remaining at work during the late night hours, always telling your coworkers that you were simply running tests on it, when in actuality, it was running tests on you. Testing how much pain and pleasure you could take. Testing how much it could take from you and give to you without completely swallowing you up.

Oh, how it would love to.

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“Y/N, you shouldn’t be staying here so late…and you shouldn’t be around SCP-1117 so often. It’s too dangerous…” one of the researchers you were closest with told you in a hushed voice inside the hauntingly white, sterile hallway of the facility, placing a hand on your stiff shoulder, his fingers squeezing into your plain white lab coat, hints of coffee still on his breath.

“Thank you for worrying about me, Mingi,” you began softly, looking up at him past the smudged lenses of your glasses, taking a sip from your own cup of stale black coffee. “But I’m getting closer to a breakthrough. I need this…The foundation needs this.”

“We still don’t know what its intentions are though…What if you get hurt?” Mingi pushed, concern present within his hushed, though gravelly voice, studying you with his sad, deep-set eyes. He searched the pristine tile floor for something he couldn’t find, finding it even harder to look back up at you. “I feel like…ever since the passing…you’ve been…”

You offered him a gentle smile, reaching up to pat the side of his cheek, interrupting him, “Mingi, I’m fine, really. I just need something to focus on instead of the grief, and this is it.” Something inside you shifted, the edges of your facade fading for only a moment, causing you to push your glasses up past the slope of your nose. “Research is all I have left as of late.”

Mingi inhaled sharply, suddenly feeling like shit, causing him to bring you into a warm, tight hug, whispering into your shoulder, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything. Please, do what helps you.” He squeezed you a little tighter, as if you would slip away from him at any second. “Just don’t forget, I’m here for you, Y/N. Night or day, I’m here.”

You stayed still inside his grasp, wanting to feel comfort from his gentle, loving touch, but instead feeling nothing at all. All you felt was the muddled memory of what love was to you. You heard it whispering into your mind and onto your skin, tormenting you with what you once had access to. “Thank you, Mingi,” you replied sincerely, slowly reaching your arms around him to hug him back, settling into his embrace. Before you even realized it, you had begun to hold him just as close, nuzzling his shoulder until your glasses fogged up.

Eventually, Mingi left you to your own devices, and you found yourself heading down to the basement floor, your high heels clacking loudly against the tile inside the large, empty hallway as you made your way to the entity’s room.

Once you pressed your keycard into the room’s security system, a small blue light flashed across your eyes, scanning your identity, before it let you into the vast, dark room.

Little by little, the plain room morphed into what used to be your late husband’s office, that in real life, was shut off from the rest of the world with a key, as you were never internally prepared to walk into a space that he had spent so much time inside. Here, it was perfectly clean and kept-up. Inviting. Warm, even. Not covered in thick layers of dust and shrouded in darkness, like in your reality. A reality you were relieved to have an escape from once again.

“You took so long to see me, honey. I’ve missed you dearly,” a deep, masculine voice called out to you, causing you to turn around and see your late husband sitting at his computer desk, wearing a coat similar to yours, his glasses slipping down his nose like they always did, a pout on his classically handsome, feline-like face.

“San, I’ve missed you too,” you called back, running over to him just as he got up from his computer chair, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Missed your touch.” It was then that you heard a slow, calculating chuckle ring out inside your ears. It sent a shiver right up your spine, your idyllic fantasy quickly falling apart at the seams like it always seemed to do.

“Oh, did you now? What did you miss, honey? My cock in your ass? Your throat? Or your wet little cunt?” he remarked filthily, the dark amusement inside his eyes reminding you that he was not your husband, and that this wasn’t the life you had. This was a cold, empty room, and you were in the arms of a nameless monster that wanted nothing more than to ruin you.

The feeling was mutual.

“I’ve missed it all. Need you,” you admitted hastily, opening San’s work shirt up to reveal his pretty, tan skin, simultaneously letting him push you back into the desk, watching him rip open your top, the buttons flying off and skidding across the floor.

“You’ll have me, slut. Relax.” San pulled your bra off, immediately encompassing your tits with his large, warm hands, squeezing them roughly and kneading them around, making you squeak. “Missed these tits of yours.”

“Yeah…? I bet you jerk off thinking about them when I’m gone. Pervert,” you tested him, hoping to provoke the beast, reaching down to grab his hardening cock through his tight work pants.

San sneered at you, showing off his sharpened teeth. “Why would I need to jerk off when you come here every night and willingly give me your holes to fuck as I please? Huh?” He lowered his mouth to your chest, spitting on one of your tits, before sucking on it sloppily, licking at your nipple with his forked tongue. “Or did you forget how fucking filthy you are?”

“Might need a reminder…”

“I forget just how truly mindless cock sluts are,” San mused to himself, flicking your other nipple roughly with his pointer finger, making you jolt from the sudden twinge of pleasurable pain. “I'll remind you, my dear.”

The entity suddenly swiped all the things off of his desk, from the large, ancient computer that your husband never wanted to get rid of because of the ‘lovely vintage aesthetic’ it apparently brought to his office, the various knickknacks he was never able to part with, from romantic poetry books he never got to read, to clay cats he made in the pottery class he begged you to join, knocking everything onto the floor so that he could place you onto it, with enough force that you felt a bit dizzy. With his hands pressed onto either side of the desk, San hovered over you, his now fully black eyes boring into your half closed ones, drool falling from his lips onto your flushed face. “Show me how wet you are, Y/N. Show me now.”

You obediently slid up your work skirt and lowered the lip of your panties, showing off your glistening, plump folds, your lips forming a playfully wicked smile. “Is that enough for you, 1117? Hm? Does it make your cock stiff?”

You both knew that you using his given name pissed him off more than anything, which led to him sending one of his fists straight through the desk near your shoulder, with so much ease, it was almost as if he was slicing through butter. You didn’t flinch, and he loved you for it. He loved his perfect little playtoy. You always knew how to press his buttons just right. Maybe that’s why he didn’t swallow you whole just yet. “You know, what does make my cock stiff is the thought of fucking that bratty mouth of yours until‌ you’re dripping drool and my load all over yourself…”

“Well, what are you waiting for, huh? I don’t have all night, you know. The morning crew comes in early,” you deadpanned, your heart hammering away inside your chest, your mind and body vibrating with an excitement that you haven’t felt since, well, the night before.

“I’m going to be cumming early too, when my cock’s ramming down your throat…” San climbed off of you and moved your body around to his will, so that you were laying on your back with your head hanging off of the desk. He ripped off his belt and looped it around your wrists, tightening it up until you whimpered. It was then that he pulled out his long, veiny cock, the tip of it dripping obscene globs of pre-cum onto your face, some of the saltiness getting on your lips. “Y/N, tell me, did your husband ever fuck and claim your throat for himself? Or did he do something disgusting like eat you out for your own sole pleasure instead?”

Visions of your late husband worshiping your body like a temple, with love in his eyes and praise on his lips, flashed across your mind, filling your stomach with lead, just as San, the monster, the entity that you couldn’t understand, filled your mouth and throat with his large, pulsing length, not giving you a chance to answer, instead snapping his hips forward.

“Oh my god, that’s it, right fucking there,” San groaned gutturally, closing his talons around the sides of your throat, watching the way his cock made an obscene bulge inside it each time he thrusted roughly into it, amused by the dribbles of spit escaping past your stretched lips. “Hey, do your coworkers know that you’re a whore for SCP-1117? Do they know that you study the way my balls hit your fucking face every time I thrust into this tight throat of yours?”

You gurgled noisily around his rapidly moving length, his salty pre-cum leaking into your mouth, not even having the ability to gag anymore from the amount of times that you’ve taken him inside, your throat already used to the shape of San’s enormous cock. “Mmmmfff…”

“Uh-huh, I know, baby. I know how much you love it,” San mused knowingly, reaching past your throat to rest one of his hands on the opposite edge of the table to thrust more easily into your tight throat, one hand already on your messy cunt, his talons returning to normal hands, a wedding band present on his ring finger, eagerly rubbing from your clit to your slit just to hear your juices squelching through his fingers. “I know how much you love being a hole for me.”

You spread your trembling thighs open, bucking your hips against his fingers, your moans sending pleasant vibrations onto his cock. It was when he stuffed your cunt full of his fingers that your moans were near constant, your eyes rolling up into your head, drool sliding up your face from the upside down position you were in, drops of it landing onto the floor near San’s black work shoes.

“Your pussy’s leaking so much, baby, did you know that? You must be really desperate for my cock, huh? Even though I pound you into a coma every single night? Are you that much of a brainless cum dump for me now?”

“Mm-hmm...!” Your thighs suddenly clenched around his rapidly moving hand, encouraging him to force them back open, most likely leaving a bruise on your sensitive skin.

San let out a significantly more pleasured groan than the rest that he was letting out, his cock throbbing deep inside your open throat, sweat dripping down the side of his temples, his hair starting to stick to his forehead, his wire glasses threatening to fall from his face. “You’re such a pathetic slut, god, it’s gonna make me fucking cum…”

Clear liquid suddenly gushed past San’s thick fingers, your muffled moans crescendoing into an equally muffled scream, your thighs going limp against the now slippery desk. You closed your eyes, and for a second, you saw your real husband standing at his desk, proudly holding up one of his crudely painted clay cats for you to see, showing you his pretty dimpled smile and sparkling, affectionate gaze.

It was then that San tore you away from your brief blissful memory, bringing you back to reality with his wet hands closing back around your bruising neck, his throbbing cock rammed completely down your contracting throat. “Go on, do what you do best and drink it all for me, baby,” he purred, just as he unleashed load after load into your mouth, some of it spilling out and dripping along your sweaty face and into your hair.

You simply laid there, still trembling, your wrists straining against your leather restraints, doing your best to swallow the endless amount of cum down without choking on it. It was so much that you almost found yourself beginning to pass out from the lack of oxygen, too busy guzzling down cum to breathe, your brain and fingertips growing tingly. How nightmarish would it be for the morning crew to come to find you passed out in SCP-1117’s room, your body covered in squirt and semen. Though it couldn’t be much more of a nightmare than the one you were already living in.

Once San’s balls were sufficiently drained in that moment, he slowly pulled out of your throat and mouth with a lewd pop, lifting up your practically lifeless body and flipping you around so that you were on your back again and gazing up at him. His face had grown more monstrous, his curled, sharp teeth starting to grow into his cheeks like they were sewn into his flesh, his glasses now gone, his eyes, like portals to an abyss you couldn’t seem to look away from, unintelligible symbols carved into the skin of his neck and collarbone. “What’s wrong, honey? You look frightened. Is something the matter?” he asked with faux concern, a deep chuckle emanating from his tattooed throat.

“Shut up and fill me with cock, already, 1117,” you sighed, reaching up to rub the cum from your glasses the cloth of your shirt, simply smearing it around instead.

Growling animalistically, San grabbed onto your hips, sinking his sharpened nails into your skin enough to elicit a small whimper from your lips, positioning his hardened cock against your cunt, rubbing his cockhead along it, just teasing your slit, instead of actually giving you what you wanted. “You’re just asking for it, you goddamn brat. You’re lucky I love fucking your whore hole this much or else I would’ve eaten you up a long time ago…You’d be so…tasty…”

Just as San began to drool on you again, you reached your restrained hands up so that you could have your wrists resting behind the monster’s neck, his overheated body impossibly close to yours. “Eat me up, 1117,” you whispered near his lips, catching his mouth against yours when he lunged forward, his split tongue slipping over yours and down your throat.

San pushed himself inside the tight heat of your cunt, immediately getting to work, pistoning himself in and out of you like a well-oiled machine, having no plans of stopping until he was pumping monstrous amounts of cum into your womb.

You sucked and licked at his long, agile tongue the best you could, watching strings of saliva spread in between your panting, parted mouths when San pulled back. “Fuck me harder,” you demanded, choking on your spit when San rubbed his fingers roughly into your clit, watching him bring his fingers up to your lips, taking them inside to suck your arousal off of them.

“Relax, little slut. You already know I always fuck you within an inch of your life.” San suddenly brought his legs up onto the desk, using his obscene strength to easily position the both of your bodies so that he had you in a mating press, thrusting viciously into your hot, leaking cunt.

Your already loud moans began to grow even louder, threatening to somehow escape the soundproof room. You couldn’t do anything but take everything San gave you, his thick, impossibly large cock drilling so roughly into your squelching cunt, he punched a prolonged, breathy whine out of you each time. “S-aaaan, pleaseee…!”

“Please, what? Don’t tell me you forgot how to use your words. Is it because I’m in your guts, baby? Is that why?” San began to laugh evilly near your ear, his tongue slithering past his curled lips to lick the salty tears that began to drip down your cheeks. He thrusted once more, this time feeling your squirt dripping in between your sticky bodies, driving him to fuck you even harder than before, the desk slamming roughly into the side of the wall over and over. “Is that your squirt leaking all over my cock? Fuck, you always cum so hard when I use you like this…Makes me wanna cum too…Gonna fill your womb with my load, Y/N. It won’t stop dripping out of you until tomorrow night when I fill you up again, and again, and again.”

It was then that you couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t move. You tossed your head back, getting lost in a bout of boundless ecstasy, finding yourself back in your husband’s office. This time, he brought you into his arms, enveloping you in his comforting warmth and scent, his kind eyes focused on your face. You couldn’t hear the words for yourself, but you saw his lips moving. ‘I love you.’ That was all you could ask for these days. Just a glimpse. Just a taste of what once was yours.

You were once again brought back to reality by the entity, his heavy, twitching body pressing fully against yours, filling your cunt up with an unending amount of cum, some of it having to spill out, drops of it hitting the ground.

San gazed down at you, his jaw appearing to be completely unhinged, long, jagged teeth curling downwards, easily able to crush you up until nothing remained, his large black eyes now multiplied like an arachnid, still staring deep into yours, seeing his own reflection in them. He stayed still, like he was debating on consuming your flesh and bones — though….if he did that, then his fun would be over. Without another word, San pulled your restraints off and climbed off of you, his horrific, vaguely familar form staying long enough for him to say, “Until tomorrow, Y/N.”

It was then that he disappeared, along with San’s office, leaving you cold and alone inside the seemingly empty room. Having been through this routine time and time again, you walked over to a locker in the corner, putting on a fresh set of clothes, fixing your hair and makeup in the small mirror that sat inside the locker, not looking at it long enough to realize that there were still tears escaping your bloodshot eyes.

You pressed your keycard to the door once more, the system repeatedly leaving a flash of red over your skin until you opened your blurry eyes wide enough so that the blue light could scan them and let you out of the room. Once you were back inside the empty, sterile hallway, you walked to the opposite hall, your heels clacking against the floor along the way, your hands inside your coat pockets.

It wasn’t until you made it to the elevator that you found yourself falling to your knees, not having enough strength to make it inside. Why you did this to yourself over and over was a mystery. Maybe it was the simple fact that you could still visit some version of your husband, even if he was a soulless monster. Maybe it was because you would rather punish yourself, than take the time to heal from what you lost. You weren’t very sure. What you were sure of was that you stayed in the dark long enough to see that there was always light on the other side. You were ready to crawl towards it.

It was then that the elevator dinged, the doors sliding open to reveal who was inside. Mingi stood there, his worried expression morphing into one of conflict, some sort of relief mixed with grief.

“Sorry, Min, I just…I couldn’t help it…I’m sorry…” you whispered softly, unable to speak more when he simply lifted you off of the ground into his arms. He held you tight, his warm body encompassing yours, reminding you of the person that was always with you, even if you couldn’t see him. He was there through the heartbreak, through the emptiness, through the fullness, the pain, the pleasure, the grief. He was there through it all, just a thought away. Even though he was gone in a way, he had never left you to begin with, and you knew that now.

You knew.

“Let me take you home, Y/N,” Mingi spoke up, gently carding his fingers through your hair.

“Okay,” you sighed softly, leaning your head against his shoulder, hearing your late husband’s soft voice whisper something into your mind. “Mingi?”

“Yeah?”

With your gentle eyes creasing at the corners, you gave your dear friend a smile filled with warmth, a smile that the love of your life offered you time and time again, your shoulders feeling just a little lighter in that moment. You thought about the clay cats, about how they should be cherished again. “When we get there, can you help me find the key for San’s home office? There’s something I want to show you.”

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justwinginglife · 2 months ago

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If you're comfortable with it, is it okay for me to request for Mean!Hoshina? Who finds it cute and endearing to tease and annoy glasses-wearing!(name). Lightly pulling on her hair; pinching certain parts of her body; and hiding/stealing her glasses and leaving handprints on them(some more subtle and unnoticable than others because there's something about having a piece of him in every sight she sees). I was also thinking maybe nsfw at the end where Hoshina steals her glasses and the built up tension between them leads to his cum smeared her glasses.

Once again, thank you for this delicious idea. If I don't find my own glasses covered in Hoshina's cum at some point, I will demand a refund. I also changed up the request a bit, hope you don't mind. And if yall couldn't tell by the request, this will be NSFW so proceed at your own caution.

The Biggest Tease

Soshiro Hoshina was the biggest damn tease you'd ever met and sometimes you didn't know if he hated you or if he loved you, but you did know one thing- the man was fucking obsessed with you.

He made it his own personal mission to track you down everyday just to pick on you and though you wanted to be annoyed at him, you couldn't help but feel smug at just how much time he was devoting to you. He could do anything he wanted and what he wanted was anything to do with you. It was quite the ego boost if you were honest with yourself.

At first, he'd just tease you verbally. He'd call you four eyes and you'd call him shit for brains because he couldn't come up with a single original insult. But he wasn't trying to insult you. He wanted your attention. He wanted you to punch his arm, roll your eyes at him, slice through his defenses with some witty remark. Everything about you was enticing to him. From the way you played with your hair, to the way you scrunched up your nose, to the way you pushed up your glasses. He could never get enough of you. He was addicted.

Eventually, his growing desire to be near you translated into physical touch. When you'd twirl the ends of your hair, he'd steal a strand from in between your fingers and tug on it gently, reveling in how soft it was. When you’d stretch your arms, he’d pinch your vulnerable sides, and then smirk when you’d yelp. When you’d take your glasses off to clean them, he’d swipe them from your hands, chills running down his spine as his fingers brushed yours, then he’d give the lenses a good lick, and call it “clean,” before handing it back to you smugly.

When he found out that it was one of your biggest pet peeves having anything dirtying your glasses, he went out of his way to smear them any chance he could. Instead of saying hi, every morning he would strut up to you, poke your lenses, and then cheerfully skip away, as if he didn’t just commit a heinous crime in your eyes.

As irritating as his persistence was, you could no longer imagine a life where he wasn’t cozied up next to you, using your shoulder as a pillow on the transport, or snagging a fork straight out of your mouth so he could use it too, or even just testing the limits of how close you would allow him to get to you, smudging your lenses with the tip of his nose. You’d made the mistake of telling him once that every time you looked through your glasses and saw a mark on the lens, you thought of him, and now he’d got it in his head that he needed to keep smudging them to remind you of his presence, as if he wasn’t already constantly by your side, trying to rile you up.

And he did rile you up.

At first, you tried to ignore him. Tried not to give him the time of day, tried not to give him the satisfaction of your attention. But then your playful, devilish side got the better of you, and suddenly you were paying more attention to him than ever before, trying to figure out what pushed his buttons, trying to figure out what ticked him off. So you’d ruffle his hair after he’d just brushed it, you’d unzip his jacket after he just put it on, you’d untie his laces after he just slipped into his shoes.

Before you knew it, you’d danced your way into a gray area in your relationship with him, doing things like nipping at his neck when he was trying to concentrate on paperwork, then squeezing his thigh as he struggled to keep his boner at bay. You’d whisper seductive things in his ear and then prance off like you hadn’t said a word. Hoshina was starting to think you invented blue balls.

So today, when you noticed he was lingering by the locker rooms longer than he usually did after work, you figured he was probably going to take a shower before heading home tonight, and you had the genius idea to sneak into the locker room, steal his clothes, and stash them away elsewhere. When he came out of the shower, you planned to be sitting smugly on the bench waiting for him; maybe you’d even make him beg on his knees for his clothes back. But your plans backfired when his figure emerged from the steamed up shower, water dripping down his rippling muscles, hair sloppy and sexy, with a sly smirk plastered across his face as he leaned against a nearby wall, eying you up and down.

“Well this is a pleasant surprise. I didn’t think I’d have an audience while I showered. You wouldn’t happen to know where my clothes went, would you?” He teased, knowing full well that you were completely distracted by the sight of his physique and… something else.

Your eyes had trailed their way down his chiseled chest, down his toned abs, down to the ever-growing erection in between his legs. It seemed to stiffen even more with every second you stared at it, like it was pleased at your attention, like it was standing at the ready.

You gulped and gripped the bench tight.

He grinned devilishly, before pulling himself off the wall and slinking his way towards you. “Nothing to say, love? Aren’t you usually so full of quick remarks?” He stroked himself as he walked and it was like your eyes had been commanded to watch, because you suddenly found it extremely difficult to look away.

“Shit,” was all you managed to whisper before you found him right in front of you, his cock mere inches away from your mouth.

He bent down to murmur in your ear, “Now, what were all those naughty things you were saying to me the other day? Shall we revisit some of them?”

You flushed bright red, and he pulled away to admire his handiwork, pinching at your colored cheeks. “Adorable, really. I bet those cheeks would look even better stuffed with my cock, yeah?”

You unintentionally licked your lips at the thought and he groaned.

But one groan was enough, the sound like music to your ears. You wanted to know what other sounds you could pry from his lips. His gorgeous lips.

So, without a second thought, your hand reached out to yank his cock towards you and suddenly it was hitting the back of your throat before either of you had time to fully process what was going on.

His cocky demeanor vanished, melting away into your mouth as you sucked the smug right out of him. You had teased him endless amounts of times before, but he never imagined you'd actually follow through with any of it. He wasn't sure he was prepared for your onslaught. When you sucked harder and a whimper escaped him, it only spurred you on further. His fingers dug into your shoulder as you continued to choke him down. The tiled walls of the locker room echoed with the sounds of his moans and the sloppy, wet noises of his cock fucking your throat, and he thought the lewdness of it all might overwhelm him. He was practically dizzy with desire.

Meanwhile, you thought you’d just been trying to get him back for his arrogance, trying to shut him up, trying to make him squirm for you, but when his precum started to seep into your mouth, you knew you were sucking him dry for your own enjoyment. You hadn't realized just how badly you’d wanted to taste him and now that the physical evidence of his attraction to you was shuddering in your mouth, drizzling with pleasure, you couldn’t stop tasting him.

Your mouth suctioned around his cock, his bulging veins carving delicious indents into the walls of your mouth as you swallowed down more of his erection. For a brief moment, you wondered if you could be selfish enough to command him to relocate his boner into your cunt. If he felt this good in your throat, you could only imagine the insurmountable pleasure he’d fuck into your pussy. You groaned as your slick began to dampen your underwear and you pulled away from him, trying to get ahold of yourself, trying to remember that you were teasing him, that you were in control.

“F-fuck, d-don’t s-stop, w-why’d you…” His fingers pierced your flesh as he attempted to steady himself against your shoulder, but his cock was aching, and he needed relief. He grabbed ahold of it, just to stop the quivering, just to ground himself, but the sensation of his hand wrapping around his overloaded erection sent waves of pleasure pulsing through him and a flood of his hot, white cum burst from his tip, splashing all over your face and coating your lenses with a thick layer.

You blinked and slowly tugged your glasses off your face. Even half blind, you could see that he was embarrassed. Hoshina, the man who always went out of his way to dirty your lenses, was now ashamed that he’d dirtied them in the dirtiest way possible. You smirked at the thought. Maybe you could tease him some more. You ran a digit down your cheek, collecting his cum on the tip, before seductively licking it off the end of your finger. You heard him swallow.

“Oh, what a shame. Looks like I’m all dirty now. If only there was some way to get cleaned up.” You stripped bare and then grabbed his hand, leading him into one of the showers.

He was stunned but he followed behind you anyway.

“Now be a good boy and save some of that dirty, dirty cum of yours for my cunt, yeah?”

His eyes widened in surprise, but his cock was eager to take you up on the offer, hardening again on the spot.

You turned on the shower and began making out with him underneath the showerhead, tangling your hands in his hair as you let the warm water rinse the cum from your body.

Amidst the passion and the heat, he somehow found his voice again.

“You’re such a goddamn tease.” He growled against your neck, nipping and sucking at it. Then he hoisted you up and wrapped your legs around his waist before pressing you up against the shower wall.

“Ah, so he does remember how to talk.” You teased as you licked at his collarbone.

His eyes darkened, a bottomless hunger emerging inside him. “Laugh while you can. It’s my turn, love, and by the time I’m finished with you, you won’t remember how to walk.”

“Ooh, promises, promises, Hoshina.”

He silenced any further retorts with a sharp thrust up your dripping cunt.

You yelped and he smirked.

“Oh, I always make good on my promises, baby. And I promise, I'll make good on this one all damn night.”

#soshiro hoshina #kaiju no. 8 #anime #hoshina #soshiro hoshina x reader #oneshot #hoshina x reader #hoshina soshiro x reader #anime fanfic

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pinqueen30 · 3 months ago

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Part 3

*meanwhile, somewhere at Dev*

Peri: Listen, maybe I can help?

Dev: No.

Peri: Why?

Dev: Because I can handle it myself. It's just homework

Peri: You look at one page for 20 minutes

Dev: Leave me alone

Peri: To be more precise, 23 minutes and 43 seconds

Dev: That's enough, I can handle it myself, I'm not stupid

Peri: I didn't say that. I'm saying you need help

Dev: No.

Peri: *sighed* We are walking in a vicious circle *turned around, saw someone coming into the room* Kiddo

Dev: I asked you not to distract me

Peri: Why do you have a doll version of Hazel in your room?

Dev: What? *turned around, looked where Peri pointed* It's not mine. Did you do that?

Peri: No, I wouldn't have asked you then

Dev: *came up, picked up the doll, turned it over* (in his mind) "It's just like a real one, and pretty cute... Wait, stop" *looked at Peri* How did she end up here?

Peri: *shrugged his shoulders*

Plush Hazel: You have such beautiful hands!

*Both of them turned their heads sharply towards the doll*

Peri: What? *stifled a chuckle*

Dev: Eh?

PH: And the eyes, oh, I just love your eyes! Especially when you're not wearing glasses or lenses. And when you don't gel your hair. I like your curls so much, they look like a cloud. You're actually very handsome. And you are so sweet, kind and funny! And you're also smart, and the way you get carried away and immerse yourself in different things as much as possible

Dev: Wh-what? *red*

Peri: So, of course, it's great that you decided to figure everything out, but still take it easy mini version of Hazel, he's going to suffocate now

PH: In fact, I like almost everything about you! I've been wanting to say it for a long time, but I was afraid it would ruin everything. I love y-

Hazel: *run into the room, gasping, all red* WAIT, NO! *Takes the doll away from the Dev, shuts her mouth* COSMO, WANDA, DEACTIVATE THE WISH, NOW!

*The doll disappears*

Hazel: How much did she say, Dev?

Dev: *very red, inarticulate sounds*

Hazel: Dev?

Peri: Kid, you have to breathe, otherwise you're going to die

Hazel: *turned to Peri* How much did she say?

Peri: Well, you interrupted her at the moment when she confessed to D-

Hazel: Understand *blushed very much*

*standing, silent*

Peri: You know, I'm probably not going to bother you, I'm going to talk to my parents... *flying away*

Hazel: *sighed* Dev, I... God, please forgive me for what happened, I thought everything would be different. Well, I mean, I didn't think *starts explaining and talking a lot*

*Dev doesn't hear her*

Dev: (in his mind) "SHELOVESMESHELOVESMESHELOVESME. So, Dev, calmly, you need to think rationally, don't panic. Calmly. Nothing serious happened, it's just Hazel, who we've liked for a very long time, confesses her love to you. She confesses her love to me. Hazel. Hazel loves me. Hazel loves me. Oh my God"

Hazel: And I think I like you, is it mutual?

Dev: (in his mind) "I have to answer something. Something cool and normal"

Hazel: Dev?

Dev: (in his mind) "Devin, you can't just stand there and say nothing. Answer anything!"

Hazel: Is everything okay? I understand this is unexpected-

Dev: Cool, thanks

Hazel: Huh?

Dev: (in his mind) "NOT THAT"

Peri: Dev... *handface*

Dev: What did I just say out loud? *blushed even more* No, that's not what I meant! I didn't want to say it! Forget what I said! Peri, erase the last 30 seconds, I should have said something cool and normal!

Peri: Nope

Dev: What does "nope" mean?! Peri, this moment cannot go down in history like this! It should be anything but not this! You don't tell the girl you like, "cool, thanks"

Hazel: Do you like me?

Dev: Of course, I do! How can I not like you? you're sweet, kind, funny, cheerful, you always forgive me, even though I'm acting like a jerk. I'm acting like this even now! It should have been different...*covered his face with his hand*

Hazel: Hey, it's okay, really! *took his other hand* Moreover, I embarras myself with this doll. I should have told you everything right away

Dev: You didn't embarrass yourself, everything is good! Really!

Hazel: Oh, thanks *chuckle* And besides, it all turned out quite original, don't you think? *smiled*

Dev: *looked at their hands, smiled back, nodded*

*Cosmo, Wanda and Peri look at them with smiles on their faces*

Cosmo: Ohhh, that's so sweet, first love

Wanda: I remember how you and I confessed to each other, it was like yesterday

Peri: Wait, no, let's have you with declarations of love a little later. And let's leave them alone, because it seems to me that we are clearly superfluous here

Wanda: You're right, they still have a lot to discuss

*Leave them alone*

#fairly oddparents #perry winkle #the fairy oddparents a new wish #dev dimmadome #hazel wells #writing #cosmo and wanda #devzel

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my-my-my · 10 months ago

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may i request a scenario of aizen seducing his s/o 😳 thank you 💕

Sure! It's been a while since I wrote something remotely NSFW, so I feel a bit rusty. Timeline is vague, but it's female reader and Captain Aizen (and I miss him!).

The song that was the inspiration for this little drabble was Jupiter - Elliot Uppercut (Mr. Gonzo Remix).

Tags: @stygianoir

TW: NSFW: fingering. Relationship between reader and Aizen can be interpreted to an abuse-of-power situation, but I left it vague on what position reader is.

Every couple of decades, Lieutenants Sasakibe and Matsumoto liked to host a grand party in the world of the living as a celebration during peacetime. Their reasoning was that it was a “great learning experience” to see what mortals were doing, and not everyone liked to “celebrate” with a Japanese tea ceremony (that Captains Yamamoto and Unohana enjoyed planning). You chalked up that for Lieutenant Sasakibe, it was true that he wanted to know more about the mortals and what was considered “modern”, but you knew for Lieutenant Matsumoto, it was just an excuse to have fun and party. She didn’t need the reason of peacetime to throw one.

Every party differed depending on the whatever trends those in the living were experiencing. This was your second party, and you knew it was already different from the first. You remembered wearing a delicate kitsuke with floral motifs.

This time… you couldn’t believe your appearance. You were told to close your eyes as Lieutenant Matsumoto insisted on styling you for tonight’s party. Apparently, Lieutenant Ichimaru and her were in secrecy over something, but you weren’t sure of what.

You inched closer to the mirror, inspecting your face and you outfit. You had never, in your centuries as a Shinigami, worn anything like this. Lieutenant Matsumoto highlighted your eyes with glittery eyeshadow, while your lashes were accented with mascara, while a gold, sequin-covered mini dress hugged your body, with the final touches of bejewelled, black satin heels, adorning your feet. Your accessories were minimal, your hair styled in a way you weren’t familiar with, but you couldn’t help but blush – you looked good.

Lieutenant Matsumoto was also dressed in a similar fashion, her curvaceous figure being accented in her glittery mini dress. As Matsumoto inspected her appearance for any last-minute touch-ups, she grabbed your arm and chanting a quick spell to transport you both to the venue.

Bright, colourful lights, a ball covered in silver (was this what Lieutenant Matsumoto called a “disco ball”?), followed by pounding music.

The floor with the other party goers was changing colours to the beat of the music, as they danced their worries away. You recognized some captains and lieutenants at the bar, their outfits seemingly fitting with their personality.

Before you could ask Matsumoto what you should do, she ran off with Lieutenant Ichimaru. Sighing, you made your way to the edge of the dancefloor, watching your fellow colleagues dance away.

You couldn’t help yourself but hum to the song, gently swaying and moving to the rhythm. It was then you were tapped on your bare shoulder, startling you out of your reverie.

“I’m sorry to startle you – you looked like you should be on the floor and not on the sidelines” the man smiled. His brown hair slightly pushed back, a deep navy blue shirt that wasn’t buttoned fully all the way – leaving his bare chest exposed, tucked into black pants secured with a black belt with a gold buckle.

You stood there, blinking as to who it was, but as he smiled – you immediately recognized,

“Oh! Captain Aizen! I barely recognized you.” You answered. “I’m not used to seeing you without your glasses.”

“Yes – and it’s a first for me as well.” Aizen responded sheepishly. “I’m wearing what’s called ‘contact lenses’? They’re fairly new to the Realm of the Living and Sereitei.”

You hummed in acknowledgement as you stared his face. Without his glasses, his eyes were sharp and intense, completely opposite to the gentle and kind voice he had.

“But back to my earlier comment – you should be on the dancefloor. You shouldn’t deny yourself from having fun, especially with how much time Lieutenant Matsumoto spent to throw this event.” Captain Aizen remarked as he looked over your body.

“I will if you will, Captain Aizen!” You laughed, as you pulled him with you.

The song changed to a more upbeat one and you felt your hips sway again, your body moving on its own to the rhythm. You smiled as your body moved to the music, closing your eyes as you let go. It was when you opened your eyes, when you noticed Captain Aizen smiling, but not moving.

You grabbed his hands again encouraged him to move his legs, motioning him to move them as you were. Once he followed the rhythm, you guided his arms. “You got this Captain Aizen!” You cheered as you danced along with him.

Soon the song shifted to a slower tempo, but you were too lost to the rhythm to notice. It was when you felt strong arms grip your waist, and a hard, warm body behind you, you stopped moving.

You jolted as you felt Captain Aizen’s breath near your ear, with him whispering, “keep going, you look divine tonight.” His deep voice flowing through your brain as if in a trance, and you picked up your pace again. You moved your body against him, as he started pulling you off dancefloor.

While the music was still as loud, you realized you were in a more secluded are of the venue. It was then Captain Aizen spun you around, pushing you softly to the wall. You both were panting, a thin layer of sweat between you two.

Captain Aizen’s cheeks were flushed, and you knew your face was no better.

“Do you know how many people were watching you tonight?” Captain Aizen asked you, closing the gap between both your bodies. “You’re a divine vision amongst these mere mortals.” He murmured, tracing your face with a finger.

“A beautiful goddess in all her glory” Aizen commented, as you felt your cheeks grow hot again. You weren’t used to such compliments, but you felt emboldened.

“What are you trying to say, Captain Aizen?” You asked, grabbing his silk shirt, bringing you face-to-face with him. You swallowed hard as you stared at his intense brown eyes, as they narrowed down to look at you again.

“Would a goddess give a private dance to a humble man?” Aizen asked, pushing his face to your neck, giving you a soft nip as his lips made their way to your ear. You gasped as he began to nibble at your lobe, while his arms traveled along your body, with gentle squeezes.

Aizen’s hands started to drift lower as your dress rose higher. You relaxed your body as his warm fingers gently massaged your inner thighs, slowly creeping to your dampening panties. You were getting slick from his ministrations, as began to kiss you. You fervently kissed him back, throwing your arms across his neck and widening your legs.

You felt one of Aizen’s fingers push the measly cloth of your underwear aside as he inserted one finger inside. You winced at the intrusion, but began to moan as Aizen thumbed your clit, rubbing it softly. You clenched his shirt as he began to push more fingers inside you, as you writhed and moaned against the wall.

Aizen smirked at the sight as you became undone by just his fingers – how would you feel around his cock if you were this tight around his fingers, he thought to himself. He pumped his fingers in you, as he pushed the straps of your dress down – nipping and biting your bare chest.

He could hear and feel you getting close – prompting him to pull away from you.

“What – please don’t stop!” You began to plead, as Aizen watched you with amusement in his eyes.

“My goddess, why don’t we go somewhere private – you did promise a humble man for a night of privacy.” Aizen grinned at your disheveled state – lips slightly swollen from his kisses, hardened nipples and thighs covered in your own slick. You nodded your headed eagerly, as you held on to his arm – leading you to a night of more feverish “dancing”.

Dress I was imagining for reader was this Pac Rabanne piece, paired with Manolo Blahnik's Hangisi 70 heels.

#bleach #aizen sousuke #aizen sosuke #aizen x reader #aizen sosuke x reader #aizen x y/n #aizen x you #bleach writings #aizen writings #aizen smut #sousuke aizen #sosuke aizen #aizen sosuke x you #aizen sosuke x y/n #a writes

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mytheoristavenue · 1 year ago

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SE Dr. Franken Stein x Teacher!Reader - Good Medicine

Summary: While Stein looks over your lesson plans for the neck week, you let it slip that you've been ill.

Warnings: slight angst, fluff, mentions of madness/illness/ symptoms of serious illness, fem!reader, mentions of addiction/substance abuse, platonic!nygus x stein, platonic!nygus x reader, not proofread

You sighed before gathering another deep breath as you made your way through the halls of the academy shortly after the final bell. The school was mostly desolate, save for the staff and the few remaining students who had to stay late for whatever reason. You waved to a few of them on your way, hands trembling nervously as you clutched the file in your hands.

Finally, you stopped at his door, the entrance to the EAT classroom. Hesiently, you knocked, before quickly stepping backward to put distance between yourself and him when he opened the door. Just as predicted, you could hear shuffling within the room, an aggravated groan, and desk chair wheels rolling. Then the door unlocked and cracked open, revealing a terrifyingly tall figure, shrouded in darkness, glass lenses gleaming and obscuring his eyes. "Miss (Y/N), can I help you?"

You swallowed hard, stepping forward and nodding. "I-I was wondering if you could look over my lesson plans for this next week? I've not been well and Lord Death asked me to have someone-"

"Have you tried asking Sid?" he interrupted in a monotone.

You blushed, feeling embarrassed and silly for thinking he'd be willing to help you. "W-Well, Sid's gone for the day, he left early today. Besides-"

"I see," the man acknowledged, bringing up a hand to straighten his glasses. "Spirit then?" he suggested, cocking a brow. "I'm sure he'd be more than happy to help a lady in need."

You began to feel defeated, you were a people pleaser at heart and hated bothering people. "Um," you said, shrinking under his gaze. "He's in an important meeting with Lord Death this evening." Stein's posture seemed to shift as he slowly began to realize he couldn't pawn you off on someone else. "Also, Lord Death asked that I go to you specifically..."

He seemed to mull the idea over for a moment before answering. "Is that so?" You nodded timidly. "So Lord Death instructed you to come to me for help and you directly disobeyed him by looking into every other option beforehand?"

Your eyes blew wide and you struggled to form a response. "N-No! Of course not, I just didn't want to bother you! I know how busy you-"

"Relax," he finally said, chuckling and opening the door further. As he did so, the glare on his frames dissipated to reveal kind and playful eyes. "I'm just playing with you. I'd love to help, for a price, that is."

"W-What is it?" you asked, nerves shot to hell.

"Can you go get me some coffee from the teacher's lounge, please?" Your shoulders fell in defeat as you nodded, beginning to walk away. "Oh," he called before you could get out of earshot. "Bring the syrup bottle, I like mine sweet."

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Brows furrowed in annoyance, you rounded the corner into the lounge and set the file down on the counter. You hated dealing with Stein, all he did was play mind games and make your life difficult- not to mention how scary he was. Sighing, you got a tray down from the top shelf, and then a pair of mugs, figuring you might as well get yourself some while you're here. Carefully, you poured muddy water into both cups, dressing yours the way you liked. Absent-mindedly, you began to fiz Stein's mug the same way, pouring simple syrup into it. It wasn't until you began stirring caramel cream into it that you realized. "Shit!" you hissed, realizing your mistake. Quickly, you took out another mug from the cupboard, and grabbed the carafe, only to find it nearly empty. Now you had no choice but to bring him an incorrect cup of coffee and pray to Death he still helps you.

You gripped the handles of the tray nervously, seeking some kind of support from them. Blonde coffee swished in each cup, and the syrup bottle treated to tip, but you eventually made it back all in one piece. "I'm back," you called into the dark room from the ajar door. "Can I come in?"

"The door's open, isn't it?" Stein's monotone voice replied from deep within. Stepping in, you found him at his desk, a single tabletop lamp illuminating his workspace. He seemed deep in thought as his red pen scrawled hastily across pages, shuffled one after another. In response you let yourself in, slowly inching toward him, before eventually deeming yourself close enough and standing at his side awkwardly. "Are gonna set that down or just stand there?" he asked, not bothering to even give you a side glance.

"Sorry," you muttered, shuffling in place. "I just wasn't sure where you'd like it." He pointed to a spot on his desk, equally cluttered but mostly flat with his pen. You obeyed and set the tray down, before taking his cup and setting it in front of him, as well as the syrup bottle. You tensed a bit when you noticed the sticky bottom of the bottle had adhered to what seemed to be a page of homework. He never seemed to notice, though. "Um, before you drink that," you interrupted, just as he lifted the cup to his lips. "I...zoned out a bit and started pouring the syrup in, so it may not be exactly how you prefer it."

Stein sighed, rolling his eyes. "Leave it to you to make pouring a cup of coffee harder than it should be." At that, he took a sip, pausing for a moment afterward. "Is there caramel in his?" he asked sternly, finally looking up at you.

You shook in your spot. "Y-Yes? I'm sorry-"

"It's really good." he smiled, taking another sip. "I guess I'll have to have you make all my coffee from now on." Your muscles fell lax with relief and you stepped closer. "Now then, pull up a chair, and let's have a look." You did as he instructed, dragging a nearby stool to his desk. You felt like you were a student again, having to stay behind with the teacher to review why you hadn't passed a test.

Once in a good position, you handed over the file which you'd carried under your arm. Stein took it and slayed it out on the desk as you looked over his shoulder. "What's the subject?"

"Soul bonds and forces that affect them." you responded astutely. Now he understood why he was the one Lord Death had you ask.

"I taught this last year to a pair of my students," he recalled. "Though, the results weren't very pretty. What's your goal in teaching this?" he wondered.

"To educate my kids on how to nourish their connection and help them understand the consequences of not doing so." you replied, gaining some sort of confidence in showing him that you knew what you were talking about.

"And what are those consequences?" he asked, lazily flipping through the loose pages inside the file.

"Potentially irreparable damage to the partners' bond, bodily injury, mental strain, inability to fulfill their duties, and in extreme cases where students cannot be reassigned to new partners, expulsion."

"And how can a bond be nourished or restored?"

"Trusting in one another, appreciating your partner internally and externally, and understanding of how a healthy dynamic should look between partners." You answered as he followed along with your written word. It was as if you'd memorized the words on the page.

"Well," he concluded. "You seem very knowledgeable on the topic, your notes look great," he paused to pack the papers back into the file and handed it back to you. "As long as you tell what you just told me to your students, I have no doubt they'll be well informed."

Finally, you beamed at his analysis, happy to have his approval. Pressing the file to your chest, you went to stand, only to have him point his palm to you- a signal to stop. "Just a moment," he said, taking out a legal pad and his red pen. "Now that that's out of the way, I'd like to talk to you about something if you've got time."

You froze, a tad stunned as you fully sat back down. "Sure, I'm not in any rush," you accepted, tilting your head curiously. "Have I done something wrong?"

"Wrong isn't the right word for it," he reassured. "More like odd." Stein quickly jotted down the date, time, and your name before continuing. "You said you hadn't been well, and that Lord Death had noticed and sent you to me to double check your lesson plans. Let's talk about that."

You couldn't help but notice how his voice had changed. It wasn't quite as monotone now, and paired with his kind and genuine smile, you couldn't keep the butterflies out of your chest. He was being so gentle all of a sudden and you didn't understand what changed. "Which part?" you asked.

"Tell me about how you've been feeling, (Y/N)." he instructed. "With everything that's taken place, I don't blame you for not feeling like yourself."

You instantly knew what he was referring to. The Kishin Awakening. The battle with Medusa and Crona beneath the school. The ruined celebration of the academy. It was all fresh and heavy on your mind still. "I suppose..." you began vaguely. "Everything that's happened has stressed me out a bit."

"What happened wasn't your fault, you do know that, don't you?" he soothed, adjusting the frames on his nose. "Nothing you could have done would have changed the outcome of that fight."

"I know that," you admitted, twiddling your thumbs. "I guess I just wish there was something more I could have done. I mean, our kids were down there risking their lives- getting hurt, getting traumatized, and where was I? Stuck up here with everyone else, helpless."

Stein offered a gentle smile. "You're too hard on yourself." he laughed, removing his glasses and wiping the lenses on the tail of his coat. You were able to catch a glimpse of his eyes, swampy and genuine. They put you at ease. "Besides, you helped keep everyone calm, that's not nothing."

"Maybe you're right..." you relented, pinching the bridge of your nose and shaking your head. "I've just been having these terrible nightmares where things end differently."

"Nightmares?" He perked up, suddenly vastly more interested in what you had to say than before. "Tell me about that."

His change in attention span didn't go above your head, but you chose to ignore it for now. "I'll have dreams that the students you had with you die or become gravely injured, or that those witches managed to get into the school and hurt the people I was with."

"And have you experienced any other odd symptoms? Headaches, hallucinations, insomnia?" he asked, quickly scrawling your answers on the note pad.

"All of those, yeah," you confirmed, nodding and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "And nosebleeds."

Suddenly, Stein froze entirely. "Have these gotten worse since the Kishin awoke?" you hummed in response, giving even more basis to his hunch. "And have you had these in the past?"

"Well, I've had chronic migraines since I was a kid," you replied, unsure where he was going with this.

"Have you ever been medicated for it?" he asked, eyeing you as if waiting for you to confirm his suspicions.

"Many times," you answered, and he seemed to relax at this. "Nothing ever helped, though. Except for some herbal tea Medusa prescribed me a while back."

Stein tensed again, jotting down the new information before continuing. "And the symptoms subsided during that treatment?" You nodded and he pressed on. "And how much would you say they've worsened since you stopped taking the herbals?" You remained silent, guilt creeping up your back as you lowered your head. "(Y/N)?" Stein leaned in, concerned about your sudden shift in willingness to talk. He repeated the question, hoping you just hadn't heard, but your continued stillness told him everything he needed to know. "You're still taking them?!"

The sudden raising of his voice startled you, as well as the slamming of his fists on the desk. "Are you stupid? Don't you realize she's been poisoning you?"

"I'm sorry! It's the only thing that helps!" you cried abruptly. "I stopped for a few days but it just got so bad I couldn't resist! Now I have to take them even more often to get them to work!"

Stein composed himself, taking in and releasing a deep breath before reaching out and grabbing you by the shoulders. "That's enough, (Y/N), you need to listen to me," he began, pausing to make sure you were. "You have to stop taking those herbals, that's not medicine, it's a curse." Your eyes searched his for an indication that he was joking but came up short. "She has you addicted to this remedy, but all it does is make the problem worse, that way when you need a higher dosage, you'll have no choice but to go to her for more. Then she'll use you against us." Something in his voice revealed itself. Maybe it was worry, maybe frustration. Either way, it made your stomach churn.

"I'm about to tell you something you won't want to hear," he warned, sighing before looking back up to you again, mossy eyes boring into your (e/c) ones. "You've most likely got a parasite inside you, and it's possible she's been using it to gather information on the academy. Now that she's no longer a member of staff, you're much more important to her than you might realize."

There was nothing you could do to hold back the tears that began to stream down your cheeks. It was so ironic that the thought of bringing harm to the school had driven you mad, but in an effort to stop the madness from taking over, you put everyone in danger. "Oh my God," you sobbed, not even noticing when Stain pulled you into his chest.

"Shhh," he hushed. "Don't cry, it's gonna be okay," he reassured, rubbing your back as you cried. "Now that we know what's wrong, we can fix this."

"I'm such an idiot!" you sniveled. "I can't believe I fell for her lies!"

"You're not an idiot, you were deceived. We all were." he soothed, pushing you away and holding your shoulders at arm's length. "You made a mistake and that's okay." He withdrew himself from you, giving you a moment to compose yourself, and turned back to the desk. He then opened a drawer and pulled out a smaller pad before scribbling on it before tearing off the top page and handing it to you.

"I'm prescribing you something for the headaches and something for the parasite. When you stop taking the herbals, the hallucinations, nosebleeds, and nightmares should go away on their own."

"I didn't even know you could write prescriptions..." was all you managed to get out, still stunned at the revelation and his overall coolness about it. He simply gave you a kind smile.

"I am a doctor, after all." he chuckled, putting the two pads back into the desk drawer. "If you give me a second, I'll walk with you to the infirmary to have Nygus fill these."

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You'd been nearly silent since Stein's diagnosis, and now that you were walking through the halls beside him, you couldn't bring yourself to speak. He chatted away, nonchalant as ever, and you'd usually be delighted to see this rare side of him, but you couldn't get out of your head.

Finally, you both ended up at the infirmary, him walking in ahead of you. "Evening, ma'am," he greeted the woman behind the counter, grabbing her attention.

"Oh," she said, turning around and smiling softly behind her bandages. "Hello, you two. A bit late to be at work, huh?"

"I could say the same for you," Stein laughed, leaning on the counter. "If Sid left early, I assumed you'd be with him." Nygus rolled her eyes and sighed with a lighthearted chuckle.

"Not this time, I needed some time to reorganize my office." Her sky eyes suddenly flicked up to you, then back to your companion. "So, what can I help you with?"

Stein looked back at you and tilted his head towards her, prompting you to hand over the slip he'd made you. "We just need some prescriptions filled, if you're not too busy."

"Not at all!" she chirped with a grin, taking the slip from you. "Let's see here..." Suddenly, the contour of her wrappings fell flat and the sparkle in her eyes disappeared as she looked back at the man with a questioning look.

"I know you can keep a secret, Nygus. I appreciate that about you." He smiled, aware that she'd caught his meaning.

"Well, if you've got worms, that's none of my business, now is it?" She finally said, spinning on her heels and walking deeper into her office, dreads bouncing as she went. Something about her reaction melted your heart, knowing that she knew even a fraction of the truth- the worst fraction, and she wasn't upset with you.

Within a few minutes, she'd returned, a small white paper bag in hand. She gave you a reassuring smile as she handed it over. "For the headaches, take one as needed and no more than four in a day. For the other one, take one with breakfast and one with supper every day for two weeks."

After a tad more conversation, you both thanked her and exited the infirmary. "Start those both tomorrow and keep me updated on how they work for you, if need be, we can always adjust your dosage," Stein said, turning to head back to his classroom. "Have a good night, (Y/N)."

As he walked away from you, the question that had been burning in your mind bubbled back up to the surface again and you blurted out his name. "Stein! Wait," He halted, glancing at you curiously over his shoulder as you ran to catch up to him.

"Was there something else you needed?" he asked as you stopped beside him.

"I wanted to know..." you began, fidgeting timidly with your fingers. "Why are you being so kind to me?"

He laughed heartily, which embarrassed you a tad. "I can 't recall a time where unkind to me, why wouldn't I?"

You blushed a bit, shuffling in place. "W-Well.. you're-"

"Big and scary?" he chuckled lightly.

"Um, yeah..."

"I'm sorry you feel that way, perhaps one day I can change your mind." he mused, turning to leave again.

"U-Um, Stein?" you called out again, and once again, he indulged you with a quizzical look. "I'd like to get to know you better," you confessed. "I know you're not like I thought you were, and I'm sorry I made assumptions about you."

"Well, that's kind of you to admit," he accepted, beaming.

"I was wondering..." you trailed nervously. "Since you're going to be keeping up with the results of my treatment...we should probably..." try as you might, you couldn't will the words from your throat.

"Miss (Y/N), you're going to have to come out and ask me if you want me to say yes." he finally said, hinting at knowing what you wanted.

"W-Would you like to get coffee with me tomorrow?"

"I'd love to."

Thank you for reading, if you'd kindly like and reblog, I'd greatly appreciate it!

#soul eater #franken stein #franken stein x reader #stein x reader #stein x teacher!reader #soul eater stein #mira nygus #soul eater nygus #nygus x reader #dr. franken sten

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grunklejam · 15 days ago

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BYEEE Production Update #2!

As promised, we're hard at work progressing the collection behind the scenes, and we've just got our first render of Brass Tacks Stan! This is the very first 3D capture of our beloved Grunkle, and while a few changes are required, we're sure you'll agree he's already looking incredible.

So, what's going to change?

We can see clearly now the rain is gone... We're going to be reworking Stan's glasses to be more accurate to his series design - we should have seen this coming really, as lineart and 'actually this is just a black frame' is always a little difficult to communicate with 3D renders. This will also make the arms of his specs much less intrusive on the lenses and frame his stubble more accurately to the show.

Who gave him toothpaste? Stan doesn't have shiny white gnashers. Very important to get that natural Grunkle-Stank, even in his own image. Fans will know we're working off of Stan's fantasy of himself in Land Before Swine so we're using this as a basis throughout!

Stan, your tattoo is leaking. There's a couple of texture errors on his torso, particularly on those GLISTENING ABS. This is super rudimentary and will not be present on the finished figure, so don't worry. We're working on tight deadlines and none more so than our amazing independent art team.

What's staying the same?

G I R T H Remember - Stanley is a full 8" tall, and is going to be one broad-shouldered fella. We plan to keep those glistening, adonis-esque proportions so he's perfectly in scale with his dorky brother.

Now we've got a full view of how Stan will look, we can finalise his design. The changes we need for him are incredibly minor and don't include any complicated things like Infinity Mirrors and totally-not-real-portals-to-other-dimensions, so we expect this to be a pretty smooth journey to completion.

Never say never, though. Plenty can happen once these babies hit the factory, and we'll be sure to update you of any further changes.

Our amazing 3D Modeller Kelly is being pushed to the limits and we hope you're all as in love with her work as we are. We can't wait to see this man stand before us in the flesh.

...And it's a lot of flesh.

Remember, Brass Tacks Stan is available NOW to preorder, but you only have a few more days to pick him up! At $180USD, we're content he's plenty of man for your money.

...And what a man.

#gravity falls #studio bad egg #studiobadegg #byeee multiverse collection #grunkle stan #hunkle stan #stanley pines #stan pines #gravity falls merch #richmond parakhen #kyri45 #last goldfish toys #grunkle jam #indiegogo

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delimeful · 10 months ago

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helpless (8)

warnings: well-intentioned kidnapping, infection/sickness, wounds, a teensy little bit of mad scientist moments, i think that's it?

By the time he reached the campsite, the human had grown concerningly lethargic.

It was probably to be expected, seeing as he’d spent the entire night out in the chilled air, damp and wounded, but Virgil was stressed out about it anyhow. Infections were miserable, creeping things, and they were also considerably more dangerous to those who couldn’t just cut their losses and grow a new leg during their next molt.

He couldn’t quite tell if the human felt feverish or not– his sense of touch was finely honed to sense vibrations, but wasn’t nearly as discerning to tell temperatures beyond burning hot and hibernation-inducing cold. He didn’t even know how hot a human had to be before it became concerning, honestly.

Luckily, he had three friends who did know, and hopefully even knew how to deal with sickness if need be.

Three friends who were all currently in varying states of rest, sprawled out across the dimly-lit clearing. Virgil felt a little bad about waking them up, especially since they were all working so hard to construct a suitable living space during the daylight hours, but he figured current circumstances took priority.

He glanced down at the human held in his upper arms, noting that they seemed to have drifted back into unconsciousness again. On the way to camp, they’d jerked awake every few strides, blearily struggling and even attempting to bite him through the gag, and then fade back into a hazy near-sleep the moment their panicked energy died out. He didn’t want to wake them up again, especially before he could explain to the others that he hadn’t just randomly abducted a stranger.

The ideal one to wake up first would be Patton, but with his human arms full and his first friend’s lingering phobias… Virgil shuffled over to where Logan lay, instead. With a front leg, he carefully tapped at Logan’s shoulder until his friend began to stir. “Psst, hey. Logan.”

“Virgil, what–,” he muttered, squinting up at him as he sat up and fumbled for his lenses. “Is that a corpse?”

“Shhh!” Virgil hissed, which admittedly was not the most reassuring response he could have given to that particular question. “They need help.”

Logan adjusted his glasses and blinked once, catlike, at the sight of the stranger and their bindings. “It would certainly seem so. Who is this?”

“I don’t really… know?” Virgil replied, looking sheepishly away from Logan’s raised eyebrows. “Someone left them tied up and bleeding in the woods. I think they might be feverish, but I’m not sure. They’re shaking, but that could also just be from, y’know, fear.”

Midway through the process of pushing himself up to standing, Logan paused for a moment. “If they’re from the nearby town, there’s no reason for them to be afraid of you. Your actions in rescuing one of their own should have spoken for themselves.”

Maybe that was how it worked when you were a normal human, but it wasn’t how things had ever gone for Virgil. He could easily recall just how sharply the stranger had flinched back at his approach. “They were definitely scared, Lo.”

“How illogical,” Logan commented, dusting himself off.

Virgil backed up to give him room, his lips quirking up into a half-smile at Logan’s attempt to hearten him. “They were trapped and injured, and I’m a giant spider monster. It’s at least a little logical. Should we wake the others?”

Logan shot him a look but let the change in subject pass. “We’ll have to rekindle the fire for more light in order to properly assess their injuries, so we may as well. Use some of the spare linen and get them laid down, I’ll wake them and then go retrieve some fresh water. In the meantime, look them over and make sure there’s no excessive bleeding.”

Personally, Virgil felt that any amount of bleeding coming from a stab wound was excessive, but he didn’t argue, only nodding as he lowered himself into a squat and began pulling some of the spare blankets into a makeshift cushion for the stranger.

There were murmured exchanges behind him, presumably Logan filling the other two in, and the slow increase of light from both the freshly-fed campfire and the dawn, slowly breaking over the horizon. Virgil set the stranger down on their back and carefully used a small knife to cut off the portion of pant leg covering the wound, making sure he kept the sharp edge turned away from them, just in case they woke again.

The gash wasn’t terribly deep, but it was long enough that leaving it unattended all night had been a bad idea. The bleeding had slowed to a crawl, at least, though the inflamed edges of the wound weren’t promising. The sooner Logan got back so they could clean the injury out, the better.

Behind him, he could hear the odd two-limbed steps of one of his humans. Oh, good. Hopefully, a more human presence would help the stranger if they abruptly snapped back to consciousness again.

“What’s all this abou— good heavens is that a dead body?!” Roman half-shrieked in surprise, loud enough to startle nearby songbirds into scattering from the treetops.

The stranger’s eyes slit open as their body twitched in preemptive panic, and the sight of Roman staring down at them with eyes wide as tree rings didn’t seem to reassure them even a little, as their gaze immediately flickered to Virgil and became vicious again. Fantastic.

“I’m guessing Logan didn’t actually fill you in, then,” Virgil muttered, massaging his temples in an attempt to ward off the headache that was rapidly forming. At least the stranger seemed too out of it to do more than glare.

“Seeing as he didn’t mention anything about our apparent hostage situation, no, I guess not!” Roman shot back, voice reaching new levels of high-pitched. He glanced over his shoulder as though he expected them to be mobbed at any moment.

“They were like that when I found them,” Virgil said, trying and failing to not be fond about Roman immediately claiming co-custody of the newest issue Virgil had dragged into their camp. “Someone left them tied to a post and bleeding, they were out there the entire night.”

“The town seemed a little large to be doing something as archaic as sacrifices,” Roman said, frowning. “I felt fairly certain we thoroughly checked the forest to make sure it wasn’t occupied by any other territorial residents, too. Did we miss someone?”

Virgil grimaced. “It might be because of me.”

“That’s ridiculous,” Roman proclaimed, with an awful lot of confidence for someone who had wholeheartedly believed Virgil was a maneater upon their first meeting. “Nobody from the town has even seen you, anyhow!”

“Well…,” Virgil trailed off sheepishly as Roman whipped around to face him. “There was a kid who got lost a few days ago, and I was worried she was going to try crossing the river while the current was strong, so I couldn’t leave and get one of you guys…”

“Did you explain anything?” Roman asked, tone resigned. “Like, anything at all? Even a little?”

“…I didn’t speak to anyone except the kid,” Virgil admitted, drawing his legs in defensively. “I didn’t want to get stabbed!”

“Who’s gettin’ stabbed?” Patton asked, having finally dragged himself free of his bedroll. He still had a blanket pulled tightly around his shoulders as he wandered over.

“Nobody!” said Roman.

“Me, theoretically,” answered Virgil at the same time.

“Well, that’s not very knife of them— Um,” Patton drew to a halt, staring at the stranger they were now all crouched around. “Hold on, it looks like it might actually be this guy who got stabbed? Are we kidnapping people for realsies now, or did someone just try to stab Virgil again?”

“Hey, I got over that,” Roman protested, and Virgil snickered despite the situation. “And no, we found this one pre-stabbed, apparently. Sort of a dashing rescue situation, I believe.”

“Oh.” Patton tilted his head consideringly, unperturbed by the stranger’s slit-eyed stare. “Why’re they still gagged, then?”

“… Damn it.” Virgil dragged a hand down his face, exhausted. “I knew I was forgetting something.”

“Allow me, my amnesiac arachnid friend,” Roman replied, and reached forward to find the knot in the makeshift fabric muzzle.

The stranger went tense, and Virgil hurriedly grabbed Roman by the scruff and pulled him clear just in time, as they jerked forward sharply with curved fangs bared around the gag, making Roman reel further back with a yelp.

The gesture was violent but completely ineffectual, especially since waiting a few moments longer would have given them a much better chance of actually sinking their teeth into something. Going by the distant glaze to their vision, the stranger was barely coherent, working off instinct alone. Virgil was sort of reminded of a snake snapping forward, or maybe a cornered cat swiping with claws extended.

He set Roman down a safe few meters away, anyhow. Desperation was the quickest way to dangerous behavior, in his experience.

“My goodness, that was certainly uncalled for,” Roman said, a bit miffed. “I’ve had more than enough experience getting bitten by someone likely venomous, thank you very much.”

“You’re welcome,” Virgil replied graciously, and then ducked away from Roman’s attempt to punch his shoulder. “What? I got over that, didn’t I?”

“Guys,” Patton called, voice cutting through Roman’s grumbling. “I think they’ve got a fever.”

He had a palm pressed to the stranger’s head, and though they were shifting slightly like they wanted to jerk away, the motions were feeble. Their earlier attack had clearly taken a lot out of them.

As Patton began shuffling them into a more comfortable position, Virgil ended up hovering nervously anyhow. He really didn’t want to find out whether or not that venom was lethal, especially not if the person it was being tested on was Patton.

Roman had moved to begin the process of rekindling their campfire, but it was the sunrise that ended up casting enough light for everyone else to see the glinting scales along one half of the stranger’s face.

“Wow, they’re so shiny!” Patton said, completely unperturbed. After facing his biggest phobia to befriend Virgil, he’d developed an entirely blase attitude towards any and all other mythological creatures and related magic that they’d encountered. He still hid from regular spiders, though.

Roman glanced over and did a visible double take. “I’d just like to check– we’re certain we aren’t abducting an actual dragon, right?”

“If they were a dragon, they would have returned to their giant, way more armored and defensible form, and we would have had much bigger problems than one measly snapping turtle impression,” Virgil replied dryly, and then tacked on, “... probably.”

He didn’t know any magic that could contain a dragon in a smaller form, but that didn’t mean there wasn’t any out there. The idea made the hair along his back prickle on end. Better to stay cautious– dragons held grudges like one wouldn’t believe.

“I’ll look after them, if you guys don’t mind me taking a break from working on the homestead for a while.” Since he’d already kidnapped the guy, probably better that he was the only one to potentially incur any draconic wrath. Plus, he was good enough at dodging to avoid being bitten, something he couldn’t confidently say about any of his humans.

“Really?” Roman asked, raising an eyebrow. “I thought you were worried about scaring them?”

“I worry about a lot of things,” Virgil replied unhelpfully.

“Yeah, and I’m sure once they’re a little more conscious, they’ll see there’s nothing to be scaled of!” Patton contributed, and Virgil muffled a snort.

“You’re the one who got invested in the situation in the first place, I suppose,” Roman said with a shrug. “The real challenge is going to be keeping Sir Spectacles away from anyone who looks like they’d make an excellent primary source for his bestiary.”

“Are we talking about my research?” Logan asked, hauling a bucket of water into the clearing with the same mild disgruntlement he applied to all menial labor. “I’m not opposed, but aren’t there more pressing matters to address at the moment– oh.”

He drew up short, eyebrows raising at the sight of the stranger’s scales, and quickly set the bucket down to begin fumbling for one of the notebooks he always had tucked into his vest.

Virgil sighed, and pretended he wasn’t endeared. “First aid first, Lo. Interrogation and observation can wait.”

“Ah, right,” Logan agreed, a bit put out. “Let’s find a more suitable area for them to rest in– the sun will be overhead before we know it. Of course, we have no way of knowing whether or not they’re exothermic…”

Virgil shook his head, amused despite himself, as Logan trailed off into muttering to himself even as he returned to the task at hand. When he glanced down at the stranger, it was clear to see that they’d lapsed back into hazy unconsciousness, which was both worrying and a bit relieving.

At the very least, he’d have to ensure that they’d be spared Logan’s intense brand of curiosity until they felt a little more coherent.

#sanders sides fic #ts virgil #ts janus #ts logan #ts roman #ts patton #helpless #my writing #writing

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jben073 · 10 months ago

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Grace Chasity and Bliklotep Headcanons!

Here are the Grace and Blinky headcanons that I made bc I misunderstood the last ask! Hope you all like these bc they were really fun to make!

- Grace has always had poor vision. She’s supposed to wear glasses but she has always hated how they felt on her face and hated the sensation of contact lenses even more so she just kind of suffered through not being able to see super great and accommodated herself whenever possible for most of her life. After coming into contact with Blinky/being under his influence, however, her vision becomes exceptionally sharp and developed.

She becomes abnormally aware of even the smallest movements or visual changes in her surroundings. One day she has the sudden realization that she can now see in the dark because Blinky needs his vessel to be able to see at all times so that he can watch at all times.

- Blinky likes to ‘passively’ possess Grace and essentially just (figuratively) sit in the back of her mind while Grace remains conscious and keeps (majority) control of her body. This is because he likes to watch things through her eyes/point of view.

When he’s doing this, she tends to become a lot more still and quiet, and her irises are tinted purple like the people in WatcherWorld. Most often, he does this when Grace is witnessing something that he would find entertaining (usually arguments or violence). She’s like a front-row seat to the action for him!

- While Grace carries on with her day (at school in this case) during Blinky’s ‘passive’ influence, she will occasionally realize that she has been unconsciously doodling eyes all over her paper alongside the occasional Blinky ramble exposing her classmates’ secrets (which she promptly rips up and wishes she never saw in the first place.)

He will also sometimes push forward enough to very minorly take control and use Grace’s voice to speak for a moment. Typically it’s more of the same with him saying something ominous about knowing/seeing what someone has done and possibly taunting them about eventually being punished.

Her classmates are unphased because honestly, Grace is just kind of like that all of the time anyway.

- Blinky likes to mess with Grace by making her unintentionally cheat on tests. He knows that oddly, the things that get to her the most are the little things that challenge her specific morals rather than the blatant violence he might enact to mess with others. While writing tests, Blinky will flash images of the answer sheet in her mind before Grace is able to think of the answer on her own so that now it’s impossible for her to get the answers wrong and thus she is wracked with guilt for having an unfair advantage over her classmates.

- Blinky will constantly try to influence Grace into snooping through her friends' things or just generally invade others’ privacy. Often he does this by filling her head with all kinds of distrustful thoughts: telling her that they’re hiding things from her, that they're talking behind her back, that they stole something from her, that they’re going down the wrong path, etc. Anything to make her stick her nose where it doesn’t belong. If she’s kind of zoned out, he’ll sometimes subtly influence her into walking within earshot of private conversations so that she overhears things that she shouldn’t know.

Grace has now taken to holding her hands very tightly clasped behind her back while in others’ homes because it makes it easier to avoid the temptation to rifle through things that are none of her business.

- Blinky is a huge gossip (a bit of a lighthearted word for an eldritch god but it suits him!) and he specifically is the one who (very gleefully) directs Grace toward her victims. He’s always in her ear telling her about the sins of her peers and giving suggestions as to which “dirty dude” she should go after next.

- Oddly, I feel like Blinky has a little bit of a soft spot for Grace compared to the other humans that he’s encountered but that doesn’t mean he won’t mess with her. Because of this, Blinky tells Grace what people say about her behind her back. Part of this is because he wants to hurt her, but part of him also wants her to know so that she can stick up for herself and get revenge (plus there’s the added bonus of it being free entertainment for him!).

When he’s having a rare moment of empathy, he will simply inform her of the sins of the person who was saying nasty things about her and encourage her to use the Black Book on them without ever disclosing that they were saying anything about her.

- Grace is the most paranoid about Blinky out of all of the LIB. She’s not necessarily afraid of him, but she is constantly aware that he could be watching her, especially when she’s doing something that she thinks is wrong or sinful (even if it wouldn’t actually phase him at all) and she is afraid that he will use this information against her or tell others.

He lets her continue to think this way because it gives him greater power over her but realistically, he would not want to betray her trust in this way and risk his most powerful asset becoming disobedient/disloyal to him.

One more silly one to end on!

- Blinky constantly wants to antagonize Bill when Grace sees him at church but she has set that as a hard ‘no’ boundary because she refuses to be disrespectful to ‘a good churchgoing Christian’ like Bill.

She’s nice to him at church!! She can’t lose that!

That's all I've got rn but this was very fun!

Anyone can feel free to send me asks about hcs :D I definitely have a bias toward Grace-related hcs (including stuff like this where it’s her dynamic with another character) bc my brain is rotted for her, but I’m willing to try others if someone wanted that :)

#grace chasity #blinky #bliklotep #starkid hcs #lords in black #nerdy prudes must die #npmd #starkid #hatchetfield #nightmare time

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railingsofsorrow · 2 years ago

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summary: you're being neglected by your-so-called-friends and james is there like he always is.

warnings: self-deprecation; self-isolating; descriptions of being left aside; talk about not feeling enough.

A/N: just words I needed to hear + poor writing (have you caught on that I'm in my james potter phase?) I also wanted to say that if any of you feel like that, you're amazing and you make a difference. don't let people diminish your value. you're loved and you matter.

w.c: 1.3K

pairing: james potter x gn!reader

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“you're quiet today,” james plots down on the couch by your side, the leather screeches as he leans closer to you just enough to respect your personal space.

“I am quiet,” you answer, still with your attention stuck to the parchment. you were finishing an assignment due next week. it's not like you had anything else better to do.

with a tilt of his head, he tries to peak over your shoulder, smiling softly as he caught a glimpse of your neat handwriting. he loved watching you do anything at all. it was therapeutic.

“you're more quiet than usual then,” james gives you a gentle smile. you had finally offered him your attention. “I didn't see you at lunch or at dinner.”

“I wasn't hungry.”

“I saw you in the kitchens, eating with the elves.”

your glare didn't refrain him from pushing.

“you're isolating yourself,” james says carefully. “why? did something happen?”

you survey his face, from the mole on the middle of his neck to his dirty glasses’ lenses. letting out a sigh, you pull them away from his face, minding the temples on his eyes.

james doesn't even flinch.

“I'm frustrated, that's all.” you said lowly, muttering a spell to clean off the blurred frames.

you place them back on his face, aware you were under his awed gaze.

“d'you want to talk about it?” he whispered after a while, slightly blushing that he'd been staring.

you shrug, going back to your homework.

james sighs, frustrated himself that he didn't have your full attention. that parchment was snatching all of it.

“did someone upset you? who do I need to hex?”

you let a giggle escape and his eyes soften. there you are.

“at least six people. are you up for it?” james raises an eyebrow and nods. you rest your quill down, pursuing your lips. “have you ever felt left out?”

james blinks at the sudden question. but taking a deeper look on your eyes and their red rimmed outline he was starting to figure you out a little. the issue must be the group you called friends.

“I have,” he admits, crossing his legs, knees bumping with yours. “when I was little. before coming to hogwarts.”

“what was it like?” you ask quietly but curious. you couldn't imagine james potter of all people feeling left out. he was the boy people looked at and thought I want to be with him or I want to be him. there was no in-between.

he fiddled with a ripped fabric in a spot on the couch, “it was hard for me to... make friends. my parents kept saying that I should just be myself but that didn't help me at all,” he let out a half-hearted laugh at the memory. “I was lonely, most of the time. before pete moved in next to me. then I felt for the first time that I didn't have to try to be someone I wasn't.”

“do they make you feel heard?” you refer to his real friends, now.

james casts you a look of understanding, “yes, they do. and they care. do you feel like that?” he knew you didn't. it hasn't been your first time with this kind of sadness on your features.

did you feel heard? seen? did your friends at least spared you their attention during conversations?

you pause.

“no.” you admit, ashamed. because now you could see. this wasn't how friends were supposed to treat you. talking over you, skipping your input as if it was nothing. forgetting you completely. just appearing when they need something. like the assignment you were finishing. one of them asked to take a look at it afterwards. let me know when you're done.

that's all you're remembered for.

“I think people just put up with me. at first, everything is perfect and they even pretend to listen to what I say but then... I don't know what happens, or what I do — if I knew I'd change it, believe me — but they either leave or just stop noticing I'm there, you know?”

you only realize you had spoken it out loud when james is taking your hand and bringing to his cheek. he does it whenever he feels you slipping away or when he wants you to look directly at him. you do. and he has conflicting emotions dancing in his amber orbs. a fire-like anger grazed with a lot of concern.

you feel like you could tell james anything. any time. he made you feel important. special, even. but sometimes, you think, maybe you should just stay quiet.

you speak too much. you overshare. you're annoying. everyone thinks you're boring and that's why you shouldn't speak up. you interrupt the smooth flow in a conversation.

just stay quiet.

“I don't see how someone would just stop noticing you. how is it even possible? you're amazing.” james intertwines your fingers and rests your joined hands against his cheek. “there's absolutely nothing you say that is insignificant. the opposite, really,” he adds, scooting closer as if he was about to tell you his darkest secret. “listen to me now, alright?” he waits for your response and you nod confused. “I don't put up with you. your company is what I look for every day, I love hearing the sound of your voice, I love the way you change your tone when you're speaking about something you cherish. but most of all, I love that you're you. nothing to alter, nothing to leave out.”

you blinked fast.

hearing the boy in front of you mend up a piece of your heart with those words was... not surprising at all. james had that kind of magic. he didn't need to say anything to make you feel better, just be there. but when he did use his words, it was like your favourite poetry penetrating your chest, brightening your cloudy day with a peak of sunlight.

james potter really is the sun.

“you mean it?” you prompt, still pathetically insecure. james, in all his patient-self, kisses your hand and then your cheek to prove a point.

a smile cracks your sad façade.

“you don't need people who don't realize your worth, they don't deserve you,” he says, frowning slightly. “besides, they treat you badly, I've seen it.”

“I just don't want to be alone.” you confess, looking down when you felt your throat close. “it's- it's stupid. but now I'm realizing being alone is better than being around them.”

james shook his head, “you're not alone. never. am I wearing my invisibility cloak now? you can't see me?” he says playfully, pretending to check if his body was visible. you push him slightly and he grins up at you.

“I'm here,” he says, squeezing your hand. “always.”

letting out a breath, you rest your forehead on his shoulder, “i know, james.”

his lips waver at the top of your head, fingers working their way up your arm. “come to the match tomorrow.” he requests.

you look up at him with crossed eyes because of your proximity, “gryffindor plays tomorrow?”

he flashes you a lopsided smile, bopping your nose, “yes. and when I fly through the stands I want to see you there. will I?”

you pretend to think it over and his grin drops. then you smile, kissing his cheek, “of course. I'll be there.”

sames rolls his eyes, “okay. I hope you mean that.”

“what don't I do for you, james potter?”

james threw all of his body weight on you, pulling you both towards the mattress with a huff. you squirmed, slapping his back, he didn't move, only laughed into your shoulder.

his triumph over putting a smile on your face couldn't be masked. making you happy was all that james cared about, and he'd make sure to keep doing that for as long as he was around.

A/N: I wish I had a james potter to cheer me up :(((

#reader insert #marauders fic #marauders era fanfiction #marauders x reader #james potter x reader #james potter imagine #james potter x you #marauders imagine #james potter x gn!reader

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Edge(ING) Fitness - Chapter XXXIV

II's POV - the steak house

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He had never been to this restaurant before. But he had scoped out the parking situation before going to get Vessel. The wine had warmed his blood just enough to take most of his nerves away. Once they were both out of the car, Vessel grabbed his hand and tucked it under Vessel’s bicep, making him melt into a puddle. Ves was just a big, soothing presence, holding II as they walked into the restaurant. It felt like Ves wanted to be seen with him and that felt so good. Watching Vessel practically saunter across the restaurant’s foyer and inform the host of their reservation was revving II’s imagination. He was loving the cool confidence. Vessel was so confident about this date he’d donned a white button down. II would never, not to a steakhouse. He loved a steak smothered in mushrooms too much and was just enough of a messy eater for that.

“Follow me,” the host flashed a smile at both of them as they followed. Vessel was holding II’s hand as they weaved between tables. The host led them to a secluded booth in the back. “Is this to your liking?”

“Yes, thank you,” Vessel answered. He was at ease here. Watching him was getting II all dizzy and warm and sweet.

“You’ve been here before?” he wanted to know. He slid into the booth. It was cushy and high and really nice. The host was waiting near the table.

“Water to start?”

“Yes, please,” Vessel replied automatically.

“Also, um, do you have a gluten free menu?” II jumped in. He hated the question, it always felt like a bother, but he’d much rather be a bother than deal with the effects.

“Of course, sir. I’m Will, if you need anything else,”

“Thank you, Will,” Vessel smiled. He then looked at II. “You never told me you're gluten free?”

“Ah, no. I don’t think about it until I’m actually eating,”

“Is it serious?”

“Uh, it’s not the worst. It’s not as bad as someone with Celiac, but it’s no walk in the park. It’s an allergy,”

“I wish I had known that. I would have found somewhere safer for you to eat. I don’t know what this place has to offer,”

“It’s steak, I’ll be fine,” the concern in Vessel’s voice made his heart squeeze hard. The host returned and handed II a menu, as well as setting bread on the table. II thought about asking if it was gluten free, but realized that was ridiculous.

“If that is not gluten free, you can take it away,” Vessel jumped in immediately.

“Yes, sir,” the bread was removed from the table. II turned to his menu, though he felt his face go hot. He was used to being an inconvenience when it came to food, and watching Vessel immediately jump to his defense was making him fall in love with the tall, pretty man. II enjoyed falling in love, and found it too easy with Vessel.

“Next time, we’ll go somewhere that’s better for you,” he smiled then. II flushed again. He focused his attention on the candle on the far end of the table. It was almost too much. He was sure he was falling for Vessel. He wasn’t sure that he was entirely in love, but he knew he was close enough to almost say it.

“Next time? I’d love that,”

“Um. Yeah, actually, I kind of have a question for you,” he met Vessel’s eyes, which now looked nervous.

“A question?”

“Hi, good evening. Have you guys had enough time to look at the menu?” Vessel’s eyes flashed then.

“II, have you looked enough?”

“Um, just order, and I’ll figure it out while you’re ordering,”

“If you need a minute, I’ll come back,”

“Yeah, give us a minute, thank you,” Vessel has a question for me. He flicked his eyes down at the menu, and realized he needed his stupid reading glasses. He slid them out of his jacket, put them on and saw mushroom smothered hanger steak and went for it. He looked back up at Vessel then. “You are adorable,” Vessel exhaled in a dreamy sigh as II looked at him over the lenses. He must mean my glasses. II actually hated them, thought they made him look older than he was. But Vessel was looking at him with hearts in his dark eyes, clearly enamored by him.

“I don’t normally need these, but it’s just too dim here for my eyes. Your question?”

“Have you decided what you want to eat?”

“That’s not your question,”

“No, but I want to make sure you get something you want to eat,”

“Well, yes. I have decided,” II set the menu on the table so Vessel could see and pointed at the steak he wanted. Vessel frowned slightly.

“I don’t think you can pick the temperature on that one,”

“Oh, that doesn’t really matter to me, as long as it’s got mushrooms on it,” Vessel made another face.

“I can’t stand steak that isn’t rare,” just like Ivy!

“Ivy is kind of like that. He’s a medium rare guy. I’ve just never cared that much,” the waiter came back and took their orders then. True to his word, Vessel got a filet mignon, rare. II ordered the mushroom smothered hanger steak. It was only available cooked medium, and II assured the waiter that it was fine, even with Vessel making a face about it.

“Oh, also, bring us your wine list. Thank you,” they had the wine list a moment later. “Do you mind if I pick? I know a really nice, buttery red for steaks,”

“Sure, love. This is your restaurant, it seems,”

Later, they had a glass of wine each. They’d been quiet, giggling every now and again, and II kept touching his foot to Vessel’s. It felt nice, and good, and fun. II was feeling good, and then he remembered. Vessel had a question for him.

“You had a question for me,” Vessel finished his sip, licked the wine that lingered on his lip and nodded. The wine left his lips glossy. II was captivated. He wanted to lick the wine off of Vessel’s lips. Vessel’s eyes were such a deep blue. He could get lost in them forever.

“Yes, I do. I want to…formalize this thing between us. I want to officially ask you to be my partner,” a grin overtook II’s face. He was powerless to stop it.

“Y-yes! Yeah. Of course. I want to know where this goes. I’d love to be your boyfriend, absolutely,”

“Really?” Vessel grabbed II’s hand from across the table and squeezed it. He was earnest and cute and II absolutely wanted this. II wanted to tell him that he was falling in love, but thought that was way too strong for someone who’d just asked if they could be in a formal relationship.

“Yes! Absolutely. You’re just… I have so much fun with you, and you’re so kind to me, and you’re gorgeous and yes. Absolutely. I want to date you,” Vessel was smiling then, and there were tears in his eyes.

“And, also, will you come with me to III’s marathon next weekend?

“Yeah! I’ll get some staff to cover the desk,” II was excited. Vessel was excited too. He spent the rest of the evening enjoying a great steak, grinning at Vessel and laughing with him. At the end of the night, Vessel stopped him as they walked outside on the way to his car again.

“I’m so glad you said yes,” then Vessel leaned down and kissed II hard. He tasted like steak and wine. One hand was anchored low on II’s back and sent sweet shivers up his spine. He pressed his body against Vessel’s as Vessel deepened the kiss. Vessel softly flicked his tongue against II’s lips in these little maddening licks that made him gasp. One huge hand almost brushed the top of II’s ass, and he felt himself leaning hard into Vessel’s touch. Vessel’s mouth was warm and wet and so inviting. When he pulled back, he felt like he could barely breathe.

“I'm so glad you asked,” II whispered right into Vessel’s mouth. He was comfortable in the gentle cage of Vessel's arms. His boyfriend's arms.

#sleep token fanfiction #sleep token gym au #sleep token #worshitposting #hookedwrites #sleep token worship

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Mending a Family 4/?

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TW: Mention of Suicidal thoughts

Short little hurt/ comfort as Jason's and Danny's family circle grows by three

Jason and Roy watched as Lian and Danny played with Raven.

It was a warm summer day, so Jason made sweet tea to cool them down. It had been three days since Roy had found Jason, and he couldn’t help but want to hang out with the kid. It helped that they both had a child that could play with each other.

Besides, Danny needed to interact with people his age.

“So, what’s with the red hair?”

“Had to make sure the bats had a hard time finding me, so I dyed my hair.”

“Okay, but why red? It doesn’t suit you.”

Jason rolled his eyes, “You think I care what does or doesn’t look good on me? Besides, I bought the first box I got my hands on.”

“I think you should’ve gone light brown or blond,” Roy said with a hint of laughter in his voice.

“I love how you went for the full ginger look and gave yourself green contact lenses.”

“They aren’t contact lenses.”

“What,” Roy asked, confused.

“They aren’t contact lenses. They’re a side effect of coming back from the dead.”

An awkward silence settled between them. They watched as Raven levitated both children, but Raven was eying both men on the porch. Danny was staring at Roy with a piercing gaze while Lian was oblivious.

“Sorry,” Roy said after a while.

“It’s okay. You didn’t know.”

“Still, I was trying to lighten things up and made shit worse, huh?”

Jason sighed and put down the glass of iced tea. He turned toward Roy.

“You don’t have to make things ‘less awkward.’ You’re here, giving me a chance even after all the shit I’ve pulled. You haven’t run to the Bats and told them where I am and that I have a kid now. Trust me; not many would do that.”

“I would never do that, Jay. Your death almost destroyed me. I was reckless, I was drinking, and I wanted to kill myself via Killer Croc. He sponsored me, y’know, after he figured out my game plan. Besides, I know how it feels like to fear someone will come in and take your kid because you’re a fuck up.”

The laughter of the two children echoed in the forests as both men watched them. Both men felt a lightness as their children played.

“Dick was rarely there when I was younger. I wish I had the brother the other little birds got,” Jason said suddenly. “I have this jealousy eating me up inside, and instead of fighting it so I could have my family again, I fucked up. I’ll never be allowed in their circle again.”

Roy said nothing. He knew Jason had to take this off his chest.

“I was so angry that Bruce had not only replaced me but hadn’t learned his lesson and put another kid in those damned colors. I don’t know if the pit was an excuse I used to do the horrible things or if I was always capable of everything I did, but I regret it.”

Roy saw tears on Jason’s cheeks but didn’t comment.

“Now, Danny will be raised without aunts and uncles, without a grandfather, without cousins. And it’s all my fault.”

Roy put his hand on Jason’s shoulder.

“I don’t know what Dick or the rest of the bats are thinking, but I consider you my little brother, Jason. Lian will be Danny’s cousin, and in the same way, you will be Lian’s uncle, I will be Danny’s. That is, if you are okay with it,” Roy finished, a bit hesitant.

“Yeah,” Raven came up to them as the two children played rock, paper, scissors, “and I will be the cool aunt.”

Jason gave the two Titans a watery smile and hugged them both. Soon both children ran up to their small family and made a dogpile.

Jason had lost a family, but he was rebuilding a new one.

For those that wanted this to be slash or romantic, I'm sorry all of this will be wholly platonic. Not because I don't like slash but because I want to concentrate on the found family aspect, and also I kind of don't have faith in myself in being able to write DC or Danny Phantom Slash yet. Next up, Jazz finally finds Danny.

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Giganterra (Chapter 39)

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Content Warning: NSFW/ 18+ for brief giantess sex scene; vulgar language

Word Count: 1.9k

------ Chapter 39: Reflection ------

Ever since Bianca had been snubbed by Ray, and insulted by her brother, she had wallowed in the mess of her own making. She isolated herself from the rest of her family and the servants, receding into her private chambers whenever possible. She was further offended when nobody seemed to care about her absence, not even her father. She became moody and depressed and took out her feelings vindictively on her tiny man-slaves, especially Cesar, since he had also slighted her. Rather than reflect, she doubled down on indulging her selfish desires.

After a particularly rough day, she chose Cesar for a session of furious masturbation before bed. She grabbed him out of the human enclosure, flopped down on her bed, and slid him up the soft skin of her thigh under her dress, until he was pressed against her hot, wet genitals. She grinded her dripping pussy on him, rubbed him all over her clit, and shoved him up inside her hole, plunging him in and out to stimulate herself. She wanted to feel something pleasurable, anything, in the endless wasteland of despair. Cesar emptied his balls inside her with alacrity as he thrust his hard dick against the slick inner walls of her vagina. Despite his dislike of the spoiled princess as a person, he couldn’t deny that she was physically hot as hell, and he enjoyed having sex with her, even if he was just being used like a dildo.

When she was done, she fished him out from under her dress and released him back with the other two in the dollhouse. Cesar, soaked in fluid, marched over to Graham and dropped a slimy object into his lap. Graham jolted back. “Eww! Cesar, what the fuck is that?”

“Your glasses,” he replied simply.

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Nope. They were stuffed up inside her pretty deep.”

“Ugh. I don’t know if I want them anymore…” Graham pinched the spectacles with revulsion between two fingers and held them out at arm’s length. “It’s not worth it, even to see clearly again. What am I going to be looking at anyways, other than that gigantic cunt?” He squinted. “Looks like the lenses are broken anyways. No surprise there.” He tossed them away in the corner with disgust.

Plaintive whimpers began to emanate from the giantess’s bed. Gio rolled his eyes with the upmost contempt. “Oh boy, here we go again. No sleep for us tonight.” He groaned and rubbed his face as her moans escalated into lugubrious wails. “I wish she’d just get it out of her system and shut up already.”

Cesar shrugged and went to take a hot bath. His brain was buzzing with the pleasant dopamine of erotic release. He dunked himself in the water and washed off the thick coat of goop with a copious quantity of soap. As he dried himself off, he listened to Bianca’s full-bodied sobs, magnified by her huge size. He shook his head and rejoined the others in the bedroom. Gio and Graham had cotton stuffed in their ears and pillows clamped over their heads to drown out the deafening howls as they tried to sleep.

Cesar sighed and looked out the glass wall to the massive bed. The giantess was facing away from him with her face buried in her arms, bare ass sticking up in the air as her dress rode up her waist. She was, quite frankly, pathetic. She’d been inconsolable for almost a week now, bawling her eyes out every day and night. The men had hardly gotten any sleep, with her constant need to take out her anguish on them and sulk in her room.

He massaged his face with a grunt, pressing his fingertips into his eyelids. He always had a soft spot for women, especially hot women, even if they were insufferable. He was fully aware of his tendency to think with the wrong head, but he was regrettably incorrigible in this regard. He figured it would be in everyone’s best interest if he at least got her to stop crying. He inhaled deeply, then shouted as loud as he could project his voice, “BIANCA!”

Gio and Graham stiffened, peering out from under their pillows. Bianca cringed and her sobs halted, reduced to pathetic sniffles. She slowly raised her head and turned around, her eyes swollen and puffy. “Huh?”

“Let’s talk.”

Bianca raised herself into a sitting position, repositioning her dress with humiliation around her legs. “What?”

“Take me out of here so we can talk face-to-face.”

Bianca blew her nose with a tissue and wiped the nonstop leakage from her tear ducts. “Why? You hate me, just like everyone else. What’s the point?”

Cesar planted his hands on his hips with exasperation. “Would you just do it, woman?! You always have to make everything so difficult!”

The princess huffed but opened the roof. The two others cowered in their beds as she lowered her enormous hand to collect the fearless man. She deposited him in her lap, wrapping her fingers around him and tousling his curly locks, still damp from his bath, with an elegant fingertip. As annoyed as Cesar was with her constant immaturity, abandoning her felt wrong. He settled down on her squishy, plump thigh. “What’s this about?”

“Bianca, I know you’re upset that nobody likes you. But have you stopped to consider why that is? For even a second?”

Bianca gritted her teeth. “Because they’re all jerks.”

“No, girl! You’re missing the point!” Cesar protested. He paused to collect his thoughts, massaging his temples with irritation. “Did you know how excited I was, to come out and meet you for the first time? I volunteered to be here. Chester rejected me because of my subpar taste, but I hitched a ride on Leon’s ankle and made it here anyways. I put in a lot of effort, you know.”

“Yeah, so?”

“So? I wanted to believe you, the beautiful and regal giantess, were everything that I imagined in my wildest fantasies. And at first, you were. Smoking hot, horny, and huge. You drove me wild.”

Bianca smirked. “Yeah. I remember.” She tickled him teasingly with her fingers. Cesar pushed her hand away.

“But then... I saw how you treated Graham and Gio.” Her smile faded. “I saw your indifference to their suffering, your selfishness, your petulant whining when you didn’t get your way. I saw how your father coddled you and poisoned you to be a horrible person. It was... disappointing, to say the least. You’re not the woman I hoped you would be.”

If Bianca had heard him so brashly proclaim those blunt judgements a few days ago, she would’ve hurled him across the room at the wall for his audacity. Now, however, she could only avert her gaze with shame. He was right, of course, and she knew it. Everyone knew it. She couldn’t deny that everything he said was true, as much as it hurt to acknowledge it.

“Why are you saying all this to me?” she snapped defensively. “Just to hurt me more?” She tensed up with rising anger, but then slumped down on the bed instead, scooping Cesar off her lap and drawing him closer to her chest. She didn’t have the energy to retaliate.

“No, of course not,” Cesar responded. He set his small hand on one of her fingers curling around him. “I want you to understand, you’re not powerless to change. You CAN become a better person. I want you to be better. I believe in you!”

Bianca sighed. “I... I don’t know,” she admitted.

Cesar showed off his pearly whites in a dazzling smile. “It’s not so hard, girl! Start with little things. Be more considerate of the thoughts and feelings of others. Be nice! You’d be surprised. It’s easier than you think. You can’t change the past, and undo what you’ve done, but you can make different choices moving forward.”

“I guess,” the princess mumbled.

“Just try, okay? It’s preferable to locking yourself away in your room all day and wallowing in self-pity, isn’t it?”

“Yeah. I guess so.” She shrugged.

“I‘ll help you,” Cesar assured her, still smiling. “We’ll get through this together!”

“Well... okay.” Bianca softened, touched by his empathy. She hadn’t given him any good reason to show kindness towards her, yet he was putting forth the effort to reassure her, even if he didn’t actually like her that much. She appreciated the gesture, especially when everyone else had shunned her. “I’ll try.”

She wrapped her hands around him tighter and held him to her buxom chest in a hug. She was amused when she saw him blush, despite the fact that he’d literally been inside her in the heat of passion not long ago. She supposed this was quite a different type of intimacy, more tender and sweet. She liked how he made her feel. She felt in control, and not quite so powerless, when she had a tiny man to hold. He was the only one on her side right now.

The giantess rotated so she was lying on her back, with Cesar perched on her breasts, sheltered by her hand. “It wasn’t always like this, you know,” she reminisced with misty eyes. “I wasn’t always like this.”

“Oh?” Cesar listened, curious.

“I had a dashing man who loved me, once,” she continued. “He was one of the servants, not of noble birth, but goodness was he handsome! And funny, and charming, and charismatic, with a blinding smile and the most enchanting blue eyes I’ve ever seen! I have a weakness for those...” She grimaced, briefly, as she was reminded of Ray.

“But anyways, we engaged in a steamy love affair. I lost my virginity to him. He was my first true love. I adored him, and he cherished me, of course. We were star-crossed lovers. However...” She winced with pain at the distasteful memory. “Daddy found out. He was furious. He disposed of him by publicly beheading him, and forced me to watch him die. He threatened the other male servants with the same fate if they so much as looked at me funny. After that... none of the men wanted to be anywhere near me. I was devastated and bitter, and I felt very alone and unwanted, long after he was gone.”

“How tragic,” Cesar commented. He rubbed her thumb gently to console her, while ensconced in the curve of her hand.

“I must confess, I didn’t respond to the whole incident in the... healthiest of ways,” she admitted. “I have my pride, you know? My royal bearing. I didn’t want anyone to think I was going soft, or that I had serious feelings for this man, least of all my father. I pretended like nothing bothered me. I hardened my heart, so it wouldn’t hurt anymore. I didn’t want to bond with anyone else, for fear of losing them. I think... that was a mistake.”

“I see. Understandable, I suppose.”

“I just want to be loved,” Bianca expressed. “Is that too much to ask?”

Cesar winked at her and patted her finger. “Not at all. You just need to work on yourself first.”

“Mm,” Bianca affirmed. “You’re right.” Somehow, the hollowness inside her didn’t feel quite so empty anymore. She held on to Cesar, who relaxed on the gigantic plush pillows of her boobs as they gently rose and fell with her breathing. She resolved to do better. What did she have to lose, after all? She eventually fell asleep with Cesar laying on top of her. For the first night in days, she slept well.

Chapter 40

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#nsft #macro/micro #micro macro #micro/macro #macro micro #gts #giantess #giant women #I'm feeling lukewarm on this chapter unfortunately #I added it in at the last minute because the plot is about to really pick up and putting it in later would interrupt the flow of events #I'm really excited for upcoming chapters though! Stuff is about to get very intense!

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