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prettytoxicrevolver · 9 months ago

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Jacket | Seth Jarvis

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Jarvy sees you in the wags playoff jacket for the first time

(not my best writing tbh. im sorry!)

Growing up, you never had an affinity for fashion.

Your mom was the one who always dressed you and middle school was always that awkward fashion era of everyone’s lives. In high school the different outfits everyone wore had started to pique your interest, wanting to finally find your own style and make yourself feel more confident overall.

By college you had hit your stride and everyone in your life was incredibly confused when you decided to major in fashion business. Your dad was over the moon that you added the business side of it, being a finance director himself, and while your mom was still confused, she enjoyed the new fashion advice from her daughter.

You grew up in North Carolina, heading to FIT in New York for your undergrad before returning home. You spent that summer trying your best to figure out what to do with this new degree, when your life intertwined with Seth Jarvis. Through a mess of awkward run ins, late nights, and a final first date that sealed the deal, you were quick to realize that Seth was it for you. Three years later and you and Seth were closer than ever. He was on his way to another playoff run while you had been living your dream job for a couple of years now.

As April loomed near and the season was coming to an end, the wag groupchat had started to pick up. The girls were discussing playoff chances and who should be planning the wag jackets this year and you were voted the number one choice. You tried to get out of it, worried that what you made wouldn’t be good enough but the girls shut you down quickly, knowing whatever you make would be iconic.

You found yourself dreaming up ideas in the middle of meetings, doodling in the corners of your notebooks, looking up colors and fabrics, and finally caving to create a full fledged design when Seth had come bounding home with the news of a playoff clinch.

The drawing you come up with is a high school varsity style jacket in black, the front saying Carolina in uppercase bold red letters, with the words cause above one pocket and chaos on the other side. One sleeve has the previous cup win dates while the other sleeve has the boy’s number and the original canes logo underneath it. Lastly, the bottom hem of the jacket is decorated with the storm warning flags similar to the boys jerseys and classic name and number on the back in the same color and font as the Carolina.

Ever since finalizing the design, you instantly headed to the store and grabbed a blank black varsity jacket and started your work. You had fallen so deep into the job, focusing on each tiny detail for your prototype that you didn’t even hear Seth coming home. You had just finished on the front when you heard the door of your office creak open and you turn to see Seth with a tired smile on his lips.

“Hey there pretty girl,” he says, sauntering his way into the room and your heart skips at the sight of him. You’re distracted for a moment just at the sight of him, but when you notice his eyes flicker over to your current project you flinch and get up.

“No!” you screech, taking quick steps towards your boyfriend and covering his eyes with your hand. Seth freezes against you, concerned in his movements but when he hears a breathy laugh escape from your lips he knows everything is okay.

“Uh why can’t I look?”

“It’s bad luck!” you squeal, nudging your boyfriend out of your office and Seth rolls his eyes, his lashes fluttering lightly against your hand.

“I’m sorry did I propose and forget or something?” he asks when you finally drop your hand from his eyes and shut your office door behind you.

“No but if you are going to propose I’d wait till off season,” you respond cheekily and Seth grins.

“I was making the wag jackets,” you tell him, slinging your arms around his neck and bringing him closer to you.

“Mmm were you?”

Seth leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your neck, trailing one up to your cheek and then finally on your lips, his hips pushing you back against the door so you’re caged in his embrace.

“Mhm,” you murmur against his lips and you feel his grin, the scruff of his beard scratching against your skin. “And you need to go so I can finish them.”

“Or we could do this,” he says and before you know it, Seth has grabbed you around the waist, throwing you over his shoulder and marching his way towards your shared bedroom, your protests of work and prototypes deaf to his ears.

The week leading up to the first playoff game was complete chaos. You hadn’t seen Seth at all, occasionally when he was slipping out of bed and you were just slipping in, bumping into each other when he was out the door and you were coming in and so on.

You were finalizing all of the wag jackets, making sure the matching shoes had arrived and were in good condition as well. You had decided to add a pair of nikes with the players last name on the side to match the jackets and you couldn’t wait to see how each girl would style their outfit. One by one as each girl received their jacket you would be on the other end of a million texts and several facetime calls of the girls freaking out about the job you did. You couldn’t help it, you started to feel good about your work too after being praised so much.

Unfortunately due to both your schedules, you couldn’t see Seth before the playoff game but promised to make it in time for warmups. You and a few of the girls head out together, taking pictures both at your place and when you get to the arena. You head straight for the front, your nerves getting the best of you and you’re bouncing up and down on your heels waiting for Seth to come out on the ice.

Somehow even with the nerves you miss his initial entrance onto the ice. Normally Seth is all serious mode when he starts warmups, only deciding to relax and goof off towards the end of them but when he sees you first, he’s a complete goner.

You’re facing away from the glass but Seth could spot you from miles away in a crowded area, it truly didn’t matter. Your hair was pulled up and out of the way so everyone could see his last name and jersey number plastered on the back of the black varsity jacket. Your smile is wide and he knows you’ve been nervously fidgeting by the way you twist and bounce as you stand.

His heart is pounding twice as hard now, not even registering the world around him as he sees you in your heavenly state with his name on your back. His. His jacket. The one that claims you’re his. God, how did he get so lucky?

He doesn’t know when he stopped paying attention to the movements he was making on his skates until he’s smacking embarrassingly into the glass just before you, startling both you and everyone around. You look up, Seth with an unreadable expression on the other side of the glass and you can’t help the shy smile that creeps onto your lips.

Seth tries to regain some kind of confidence again, shooting a wink in your direction and mischievous grin before taking off on the ice again.

You swear your face hurts from smiling and your throat is no doubt sore from the screaming you had done all of game 1. You and the girls make your way down to the tunnel and talk about the events of the game while you wait for the boys. One by one each girl disappears in the arms of her man, you smiling and bidding goodbyes while you impatiently wait for Seth.

“Is that the future Mrs. Jarvis?” you hear from behind you and you turn to see Jarvy smiling like he just won the damn lottery.

You rush forward, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing kisses anywhere you can reach. You exclaim your praise between each kiss and Seth grins shyly against you.

“You did amazing,” you say leaning back to finally look into your boyfriend's big brown eyes and they shine with pride at your words.

“Thank you baby,” he says, pressing a kiss to your lips before pulling back and staring at you, his eyes roaming your figure, his fingers tracing the outline of his number on your shoulder and his name on your back.

“What’s up lover boy?” you ask, nervous under his gaze.

“You look damn good with my last name,” he murmurs and your face flushes further.

What Seth doesn’t tell you is that from the first day, he’s known you were the one from him. He doesn’t say that since you had your first date he knew you’d be married one day. He doesn’t say how he wants to spoil his proposal right now and just ask you to marry him because he can’t go another second without having you share his name.

He doesn’t tell you that one piece of clothing has made him imagine the next 50 years of his life in the matter of seconds.

But you don’t need to know that. Not yet at least. So Seth settles for another searing kiss to your lips before slinging an arm around your shoulder and leading you home so he can take that jacket off of you and love you properly.

#seth jarvis x y/n #seth jarvis x you #seth jarvis fic #seth jarvis x reader #seth jarvis imagine #prettytoxicrevolver fic #carolina hurricanes fic #carolina hurricanes imagine

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deafsignifcantother · 10 months ago

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the baby

♥ summary: almost loosely based off of this by @ukor02. This is really just a small little writing thing I did at 4am. ♥ relationship: no direct romance really, just some cute stuff between Lucifer and reader. ♥ word count: 1.6k ♥ notes: no childbirth mentioning and this is written like just as summaries of the situation tbh, almost like a bullet point format without the bullet points, the entire cast are characters, hospital scene, I made Alastor a main character and her main bestie because of course I did, reader is happy to be a mother

You wanted to give your baby a chance to get into Heaven, even if it meant they'd leave without you. Hell is no place for a child. Both you and Charlie knew that.

"What a pleasant surprise," you sign to Alastor when you see that damn smiling demon right outside your hotel room.

He laughs; aw, you're describing his arrival as pleasant. Did he make a good impression on you when you saw him last when he introduced himself in person in Pride Sign Language? You never seemed to have paid any mind to him, giving one motion signs as responses whenever he tried starting a conversation. But even when you interacted with him like that, he couldn't help but wonder why you always looked at him with your sweet, shy gaze. It's not on purpose, which is the worst part.

Pleasant, you called it a pleasant surprise.

"It's good to see you too, my dear!" He signs, bowing a bit and pushing past you into your room. "What have you been up to?"

What an obnoxious question.

You close the door, squeezing the doorknob tightly. This is going to be a long evening. When you turn back to Alastor, he's in your living room examining the decor, your random art pieces taped to the walls and organized together, though not concisely.

He waves his hands. "I love what you've done with the place."

"I've been bored." You sign with a slight nod to yourself. It's awfully isolating, which is obvious. Still, it has never hit you as hard as it does now as you watch another person walk through your chambers.

"I'm glad I can be in your company then." His smile widens, and the static he emits gets heavier. His ear twitched a bit, which you noticed but tried not to directly look at. Was it a good or bad thing?

"But it's often relieving to be alone," you start and look him up and down.

"You're quite used to being alone, aren't you?"

Your lips tighten, your hands stiff, and you are unable to finish your sentence. Absentmindedly, you rest them on your plump, pregnant belly. Alastor does his best not to let his eyes draw down to analyze it. Still, his head tilts, even just a little. He hates looking at your hands when you touch your stomach. Did his mother hold her belly like that when he was inside of hers?

"Don't you have others to talk to?"

"They're out on their little journeys, you know them."

"Of course."

Alas, he lets his eyes trail down to your stomach. It's not quite full, but it's obvious enough to gain attention from others. Charlie will put her hands on it every day, waiting for the baby to show its presence. She can feel the heartbeat, and so can you and Vaggie, though everybody else can't feel a thing. Alastor refuses to put a hand on your stomach. Life is precious and loud, and the few who were never human understand that differently than the others.

"I wanted to check in on the baby."

A twitch of your eyebrow makes his smile widen.

"Why?"

The day before, Lucifer arrived.

You try on your best clothes, laying them flat against your front, looking at your belly in the mirror. For the king, should you try to hide it or show it proudly? He has a daughter, but does that affect his thoughts about Hellborn pregnancies? Gosh, what do you have to worry about? So stupid.

With the other people, your new friends, you stood with your head proud.

He swirled with the dragons and hugged his daughter as if he hadn't seen her for years. What a kind man, unusually kind. His eyes... Those soft, precious eyes. And when they landed on you, your heart almost stopped. He looked at you as if you were an angel. When his lips started to move, the smile you didn't even know you wore faded.

Charlie put her hand on his shoulder and whispered something to him. And there came Alastor, saving the day.

"The idiotic king was just telling you how happy he is for you." With the signs came the grinding of his teeth.

Lucifer approached, his cheeks flushed pink with embarrassment. He addressed Alastor with aggressive hesitance. 'Tell her...' he said.

Charlie smiled excitedly, Nifty kept nodding, and Sir Pentious's eyes started tearing up.

Alastor grimaced. "He's asking if he could feel your stomach."

As always, you've put a thorn in the flow of interactions.

Still, you put on a smile. "Of course."

And there you stood, the King of Hell's hands gently holding you. You could feel the cold of his touch even through the fabric of your shirt. The heartbeat vibrated through both your body and his. The baby was alive and well; you could tell through the pure glee that spread across his face. Beyond your tiny ounce of worry, you knew he'd find hope within your baby.

Alastor watched with a terribly strained smile.

"Why?" You ask again when he doesn't answer. "What's with the sudden worry?"

"Worry? No, no." Alastor waves you off. "More like..."

You watch with interest as he trails off, a vulnerability you love.

He squints his eyes and clenches his fists, but only for a moment. His lack of vocabulary kills him. "...Intrigue."

You crack a smirk. "Are you finally gonna feel my stomach?"

Another pause. Alastor considers it, but all he can imagine is his claws accidentally drawing blood.

"No."

"That's okay." Again, your hands rest on your stomach.

Alastor has been watching it grow, but so has Lucifer. Charlie's father scarcely visits, and you've convinced yourself it's to see you. Every time he enters the hotel, he asks how you are. He tries to lift his hands to sign but finds no words forming. A language was created in his world, and he has yet to learn how to learn it.

Whenever he presses his hands against your belly, he can feel the liveliness of the soul forming inside you, and he can feel your appreciation at his care.

Begrudgingly, he always has to ask Alastor for advice on communicating with you. Alastor always has a cocky smirk when he teaches.

Charlie has to ask Alastor for help, too, but more willingly. Alastor raises his chin and squares shoulders when people ask him for help. Charlie went to him for help on a conversation you knew she was going to start with you:

"You're not going to stay here for the battle."

"I know." There was no argument on your behalf. Charlie's cheeks still went pink.

"But I have to figure out where it's safest for you. Alastor told me Cannibal Town, but uhh... Maybe not."

"They'll all be here anyway. Maybe they'll distract the angels from going over there."

Her bright eyes widen a bit. "Do you think so?"

"I can stay over there, even if they try to eat me." They won't, and even if they try, they know Alastor would end their lives, don't they?

She fiddles with her fingers before lifting them up again. "I suppose..."

She's so quickly convinced it's cute. You're right, though, of course. Cannibal Town might be the safest place, specifically under the hands of Rosie, who Alastor had previously told you would be more than willing to help you. You can imagine her smile at seeing your belly, twice the size as when Alastor first told you about her. Unbeknownst to Charlie, he's been planning this for a while.

Your stress for their safety irks you more than you expected.

You place a hand on Charlie's, lifting your other one. "I'll be okay."

Before you left for Cannibal Town, you met Lucifer once again, a more loving side of him. He cradled your head and held the back of your neck as he did. His cold body felt like warmth to you. He whispered things to you; you could only tell from how his breath constantly brushed against your ear in sing-songy waves. Was he singing to you? A lullaby? He pulled away and finally signed to you. "You're going to be a great mom."

A moment before, Alastor finally put his hands on your belly. His hands were warm. Like Lucifer, he was whispering to himself, holding silent words from you. In another life, you'd imagine they were prayers. At that moment, only an instinct, you put your hands on his, and he allowed it.

The stress of their safety worsened when they were left alone in Cannibal Town without a word of winning or losing.

The winning of Hell was all you wanted to focus on when you noticed the contractions getting worse, spaced out in purposeful ways. Oh goodness, you found yourself thinking, oh my God.

What if Lucifer dies on the same day your child is born?

But after the battle, he was right there to cradle the baby in his arms, his heavenly grasp relaxing the tiny baby. The rest of the group sat in your room, Sir Pentious absent, tears in their eyes at both the birth and the death.

Beyond Lucifer's cradling, Husk was the only one who touched your child that day. He placed his furry paw against the baby, feeling the body heat that they admitted. Life could be beautiful, he decided.

Vaggie's sense of revenge deepened. She sacrificed Heaven to save a child, and now she's even more than willing to kill her sisters to save yours.

While Charlie stares at your baby with tears, Alastor smiles warmly at you. He knew you could do it: birth something beautiful and worth protecting.

Your eyes are locked on Lucifer. He's an amazing, supportive dad to Charlie, and your heart begins to swell. Your heartbeat increases, and a blush weakly forms on your already flushed face. His rough hands hold a forgiving softness. He's beautiful.

#x deaf reader #hazbin hotel #x reader #lucifer #alastor #lucifer hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar #hazbin hotel x reader

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algea · 10 months ago

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Ghoul School (pt 2)

prompt: when you get out of the hospital, Lars has put it onto himself to take care of you until you're healed. I can confirm that there is a big chuck of text where you're really pissed off at him before he gets his shit together!

warnings: tbh i literally dont even know. umm yeah your shin is broken and you're concussed so. things may or may not get a little steamy...cussing duh

a/n: im super mega surprised all my Lars stuff has gotten popular; i think it’s very insanely unhealthy how much i love James Acaster.

~ there are a LOT of little secret references to James in here, comment what you picked out ;)

~ also this is probably longer than the first part idk, but its officially the longest post ive written @jesssuperwholock03

~requested by @thestralluvr

Lars visited you everyday. Every morning, every evening after work, sometimes even over his lunch breaks, like clockwork. You were beginning to think it was seriously unhealthy. You were lying in the hospital bed, 4 days after the incident, with your eyes closed. You heard a soft click of the door and you cracked your eyes slightly. You, being oh-so-surprised, were met with the tired face of your crush colleague and work partner. He wore his jumper tied around his waist, a dark colored button up adorning his body. His hair looked disheveled, which could only mean he had just finished a job. He looked so tired, more tired than you've ever seen him be. It was annoying, honestly. Annoying how attractive he was without even trying. 'Why can't I look like that' you thought to yourself, mentally frowning. You decided to acknowledge his presence, seeing how he took time, again, out of his day to come and visit you.

"Lars." You stated, turning your head look over at him. Lars froze, gazing down at your solemn face. You started to reach out to him, but thought otherwise and rested your hand back on the crisp sheets. You watched as he pushed his glasses up and pulled a chair to sit beside you. Lars rested his forearms on the edge of the bed, his hands clasped.

"I was told that you'll be able to get out of here today." He whispered, his tired eyes searching your face. He was desperate for you to come back, back to how things used to be, where he would tease you, and you would always find witty comeback. But he knew you couldn't, not for a while at least. Lars was so scared you weren't going to be able to work for Ghost Corps anymore, especially since the concussion you got really fucked up your head. Not to mention your shin, which was a huge impact on you.

Lars let out a shaky breath. He unclasped his hands and ran one through his hair. You reached out, more confidently this time, and rested your hand on his. He didn't move his hand; he was scared if you let go, you'd disappear.

"Lars." You said again, your face flashing with worry. Your other hand softly touched his chin, holding his face so delicately.

"I'm scared that you're not going to come back." Lars stated, grimacing at the words that flew out of his mouth.

"Why wouldn't I come back? What made you think this?" You asked, your eyebrows drawing together in a sad furrow.

"I want things to be the same, I don't want things to change." He whispered quietly, his eyes cast down.

"I think you and I both know that it won't be the same, neither of us want to admit it. Normally, you don't go around kissing people and pretend like you hate each other for the rest of your life." You explained, searching his eyes for an answer. His eyes glanced back at you as his cheeks burned with pink. You tipped his head to the side ever so slightly, your thumb brushing over his cheekbone.

"That's unfair, Lars. You can't expect me to leave you alone after that." You pleaded.

"Can we just drop it? It really doesn't fucking matter right now.” Lars snapped. You drew your hand away from his face, hurt flashing across your face.

“What I meant was that we should focus on getting you out of here.” He frantically explained. He reached for your hand, but you pulled away again. Lars had never felt an emotion like this. His ears were ringing and his brain was hazy. It could’ve only been described as embarrassment. He wouldn't cry, no, that's not what he wanted to do. He wanted to apologize over and over again until you'd forget he ever did anything or said anything.

“I think it's maybe time for you to go. When I get out, do me a favor and send Lucky and Pheebs to get me.” You muttered, looking down at your hands. Lars sat there for a few moments, his jaw clenched. He wanted to say something, anything, to make you understand how he felt. Instead, he got up and, with a longing gaze down at you, left.

You felt hot tears sting your eyes, which you allowed to fall down your cheeks. If he wanted to play that dumbass game again, you could do it, just not like you used to. You didn't realize that you were holding your breath until he walked out of the door, not looking back. You slammed your hand down on the bed in a fit of rage, which turned into a soft cry. You wished that you could make better sense of it all, but your wishes never came true.

It was only 2 hours after that you were discharged. Lucky and Phoebe, just as you had requested, rushed in to see you as soon as they could.

"Y/N!" Phoebe exclaimed, running to you and giving you a big hug. You smiled and hugged her back, or at least as much as you could with your crutches. Lucky joined in on the hug before you parted and started making your way to the car.

"Everyone is so happy you're coming home! We've all been super worried." Phoebe smiled, giving you a big smile.

"I'm so happy I get to see you guys again, Pheebs." You grinned back, ruffling her hair. Your mind wandered to Lars as you crutched your way to the car.

"Has um..." You started, realizing that the words were harder to get out of your mouth than you thought.

"He's not here. I haven't seen him since we went out this morning." Lucky explained, catching on to what you were about to ask. You looked down and nodded. 'Of course, how could I be so goddamn stupid.' You thought. Phoebe helped you into the car while Lucky set your crutches next to you. Trevor was driving, which was a whole other risk to be taking.

"Since when did they let you drive?" You asked, grinning at Trevor.

"Since Lars bailed at the last minute. I'm a great driver, so I have no idea what you're even talking about." Trevor bragged. 'He bailed at last minute? He never does that...' You thought sadly. He could've just been working really hard on whatever science thing he was studying. You really didn't know, but it did cut a little.

You didn't know you were carsick until you let Trevor drive you home. You thought Lars was a bad driver, but you quickly realized that Trevor was on the list of 'Never-Ever Drive Me Again,' along with Gary and Ray. You made a mental note of that as you struggled to stand to get out of the car. Trevor quickly rushed to your side to help you, easily pulling you up. You casted your gaze up, which fell on the Firehouse. 'Oh good, he won't be here.' You thought, as a feeling of relief washed over you. You hobbled in next to Phoebe and Trevor with Lucky trailing in not far behind. Callie and Gary stood right after the door, waiting for your arrival. As soon as you entered the Firehouse they were by your side, giving you warm 'hello's' and 'I'm so happy you're back and ok.' You were quick to hug them, hoping to talk to them about your situation with Lars.

"Alright kiddos, time to let the adults talk." Gary clapped, shooing away the smaller kids.

"Hey but I'm not-!" Trevor started, but was dragged away by Lucky. You three sat down around a table. It was silent for a moment as you tried to say what was on your mind.

"Did he come see you?" Callie asked, leaning in close.

"He came and saw me everyday. Sometimes up to three times." You whispered, your hands clasped together. Callie and Gary looked at each other.

"But when he came and saw me this morning, he was different. He was super moody, and got upset when I tried to confront him about kissing me like you said for me to do. I don't know if he doesn't like confrontation or if he, yknow, might be seeing someone else." You went on, nervously biting your nails.

"Y/N, I seriously doubt that there's many women who actually like Lars, much less want to even date him." Gary said, using his left hand to talk. 'Is he right? But I'm sure women think Lars is attractive.' You thought, scrunching your eyebrows together.

"I'm pretty certain that you're like the only woman he's ever talked to in a romantic way, probably even the only woman he’s ever even talked to." Callie confirmed.

"Either way, he likes you. We all know that." Gary finished. You were really hoping he was right, otherwise you were a fool being played.

You chatted for a little while longer, mostly about anything and everything that came to mind. After a while, you told them that you were ready to head home.

"I'll drive you home." Callie said, standing up and grabbing the keys. The ride home was filled with you and Callie singing awful 80's songs, the vast majority of them by Tears for Fears. That was something that cleaned your soul and freed your mind a while. Callie helped you into your apartment before she left with a hug and a warm 'see you soon.' You were seriously hoping that your torture would end.

After a day, you got restless. So restless that you decided to go back to the lab and start working again. Yes, it was idiotically stupid. No, you weren't going to listen to anyone and take a break. Honestly it was going to happen anyways. You walked into the lab the first day, partially hoping that Lars was going to be there, but alas he wasn't. You felt disappointment but you were hopeful that you'd see him tomorrow. Except you didn't. More days past by and you hadn't seen any sign of Lars in the lab at all. You were starting to get more and more worried.

It had been more than a week and you hadn’t seen Lars since. Concern was growing and you were growing weary waiting for him to return. It was extremely hard taking care of yourself, especially since you had to trek a long ways to get yourself to your car outside of your apartment. Finally, you decided it was time to go see Lars. It pissed you off so much that you were running to him, instead of him coming to you. You knew his place, mostly because you, Phoebe, Trevor, and Lucky would sometimes prank him by doing something so absurd he would tremble with anger. That was back when you had your little schoolgirl crush on him, before you realized that you loved him.

You decided to walk, opting for the fact that he knows your car all too well. You weren’t even sure if he was there, you really didn’t even bother checking to see in your group FindMy. You didn’t even bother use your crutches because they were stupid anyways, you could walk just find even though you had a little limp. God you just wanted to fucking punch his stupidly handsome face. He made your blood boil so much.

You were only a few blocks from from his house when it started to rain. Not just a light rain, but a pour. You grew a little worried for your cast, but continued on. You were completely drenched by the time you were on his doorstep. Even worse, it was cold out. You stood on his doorstep for a minute before you started to knock on his door. You breathed out, seeing your own breath in the air. You were so cold. No one answered, which was pretty typical for Lars. He was probably standing in the kitchen, not going to open the door.

"Lars!!" You yelled, knocking on the door some more. Water dripped from your face and you shivered again. The door still didn't open. You sighed and started walking away, the pouring rain drenching you again. You started to tread back to your apartment when you heard a loud bang and turned your head. There Lars was, standing in the doorway, eyes wide as he stared at you.

"Y/N!" Lars yelled back, meeting you in the rain. He craned his head to look down at you, his hands flying to meet your face.

"What are you doing here?" He said, his thumb swiping at your cheek.

"I came to see you. Where the fuck have you been, Lars Pinfield?!" You boomed, your right hand gripping the front of his shirt. His head dropped and he closed his eyes.

"I...I couldn't face you after that dumb shit I pulled. I wanted to apologize, really I did, but I couldn't bring myself to face you." Lars explained, his breath creating a misty cloud. All that either of you could do was stare at each other incredulously.

“Are you fucking stupid? I’ve wanted to see you all week, but your dumbass wouldn’t show up. Jesus Christ Lars, do you have any clue how much I’ve missed you? You’re so goddamn unfair you know that?!” You screamed, pounding on his chest. Lars’ hands moved from your face to your waist, holding you steady while you angrily punched him. He could only see you through his hair, which now stuck to his forehead, and his rain covered glasses which were fogging up. He was freezing, but all he could ever think about was you. How cold were you? Why would you sacrifice your time, hell, your health to come see him. He really couldn’t understand it. He couldn’t comprehend why someone would ever do that for someone. You would think with him being such a genius he would figure it out, however some people can be dense. But he realized that you were giving up all your time to invest in him. So, he decided that he needed to do the same.

"Do you think, maybe, that you'd want to spend the rest of your life, with me, maybe not just hating each other. And maybe not while hating each other, you'd like to be with me, y'know, for a long while?" Lars whispered, causing you to stop throwing punches. You looked up at him, in all his rain drenched glory. God, he looked so beautiful. You began to tremble, your hands lifting to capture his face with them. Lars breath quickened, his large hands gripping your waist. His hazy blue eyes captured yours, holding you in his everlasting gaze.

"Lars..." You murmured, swiping your thumb across his bottom lip. It was soft, softer than you thought it would've been. You found yourself daydreaming again about kissing him, though you'd never let him know how many times you've done it. You realized how close you were after you felt his breath against your cheek. You leaned in closer, pressing your chest against his. It was like something out of a movie, the way time stopped then. When your lips pressed against his, your body shuddered. It was like fireworks went off inside of you, making you all jittery and excited. Lars' hands slipped from your waist to your ass, softly gripping the flesh there. You slipped your fingers into his blond locks, tugging lightly. You heard a light groan rumble from his chest as he pressed into you further.

You weren't sure if the rain mixed with the cold had made you delirious, but after Lars had pulled away, it made him look even hotter. His tousled, wet hair, his lips that were red after the kiss, the ruby flush that adorned his cheeks and ears, and his half-lidded eyes made him even more beautiful. You found yourself feeling heat creep up through your neck to your cheeks as he stared down at you.

“Shit, right, you need to get inside, now.” Lars commanded, dragging you towards the door.

“Lars—!” You exclaimed, eyes widening as he basically picked you up. Your hands fly to grip the shirt on his back as you hoists you over his shoulder. He muttered a few things under his breath as he strolled to the door, obviously not caring that the rain was coming down harder. Lars opened the door, set you down, and shut the door with the heel of his shoe.

“Give me a second.” He commanded, leaving you standing in the foyer. You shivered and looked around, noticing some things that seemed quite out of place. Lars had multiple different band posters framed and hung up around the house, most of them signed. You could pick out a few like Pindrop, Temps, and the Timewasters. You also found multiple different movie titles like Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind and other things. ‘Interesting’ You thought as you took in your surroundings. Lars appeared again with a towel and some sort of clothes he had found for you to wear.

“If you fuck up my good clothes, I’m kicking your ass to the curb again.” Lars sighed, throwing the towel at you.

“Whatever, brainiac.” You bit back, trying to hold back your grin as you shoved past him. That earned a scoff and an eye roll from Lars.

“Washroom is down the right hall, second door to the left.” He called, peaking down at you as you went to change.

Lars had never had a girl in his house before. Other than the times his mother and sister had come over from Britain, obviously. His “outside” friends insisted that he bring a girl home, but he couldn’t ever bring himself to when he could only think of you. It made him a little giddy knowing that you were here with him. It was like a fever dream, if he woke up it all would be gone. He wanted to pinch himself to make sure that there was a way to prove that this was real. Lars found himself wondering if you liked how his house was decorated, the clothes he brought you, even the way the house smelt. At the thought of these, he began to worry that you didn’t like it here. Those thoughts were denied when you waddled back from the bathroom, furiously rubbing at your hair to dry it. It was silly, really. Lars thought you looked a little too good in his clothes. His Temps T-shirt was too big for you, and his plaid pj pants were rolled a few times to even try and fit you.

“You look stupid in that.” Lars scoffed once more, looking anywhere but your face.

“Hey man, you picked this out. Don’t blame me for your shit style.” You tried back. A hint of a smile could be found dawning his face. You smirked and poked his cheek.

“Is that a smile I see? Is the Lars Pinfield smiling in my presence?” You giggled, covering your mouth with your hand to fake gasp.

“No, it isn’t.” He replied, the smile growing wider on his face.

“It so totally is!!! Lars Pinfield is literally smiling right in front of me!” You exclaimed. He shook his head.

“Shut up. Anyways, I’m getting changed, don’t fucking break anything.” Lars sighed, sliding past you.

“You can put on anything, just as long as it’s not some stupid BritCom.” He added, shutting the door to his room.

“Who even watches BritComs…” You muttered to yourself. Walking back into the main foyer, you sat down on the sofa, which was surprisingly nice compared to how you thought your scientist boyfriend colleague lived. You sat down and flicked through the channels, stopping on whatever stupid romcom movie was on. You sighed and put your chin in your hand, anticipating the snappy response of ‘this is the shittiest movie I’ve ever seen.’

“Hey.” You heard from above you. Looking up, you saw Lars resting his elbows on the top of the sofa next to you.

“Hi.” You peeped back. Secretly, you were gawking at him. Lars wore a pair of white sweatpants and a black shirt. You’ve never seen him in casual wear, but you were absolutely loving it right now. His glasses weren’t pushed up, loosely sitting below the bridge of his nose, and his hair was still damp. If this wasn’t heaven, you didn’t know what was.

“What’re we watching?” He asked, glancing down at you. You shivered when his eyes locked on to yours.

“Some stupid romcom, you probably won’t like it anyways.” You answered.

“You’re right, I’ll probably think it’s super shitty, but I’ll watch it anyways.” He sighed, tipping his head towards you. You reached up and placed a kiss on his lips. Lars scrunched his eyebrows and sighed. After you pulled away, you patted the seat beside you, beckoning him to sit down. He all but scrambled to get next to you, plopping down with another big sigh.

“How’s your leg?” Lars asked once more, motioning to it with his eyes.

“It has definitely seen better days.” You replied earnestly. He nodded in sincerity, then turned his attention back to whatever you were watching. You looked over at him again before reaching over and slipping your hand into his. He didn't move, so you considered it a win. Taking matters into your hands again, you slid closer to him and rested your head on his shoulder. Lars' head rested on top of yours immediately and you smiled as he snuggled in closer. You could smell whatever cologne he was wearing, a citrusy, vanilla smell.

"You smell good." You muttered, looking up at him through your lashes. Lars didn't reply, but you could definitely imagine the look on his face. That little embarrassed smile with a scarlet blush dusting his cheeks. You found yourself becoming a little sleepy as you settled in. Blinking a few times, you tried to wake yourself up, but that only made you even more sleepy. Unintentionally, you started to fall asleep. As you drifted off to sleep, you could hear Lars mutter something to you, but you didn't respond.

Somehow, in the middle of the night, you had moved from the sofa, to Lars' bed. Now you only had 2 options as to how you got there. 1. You sleep walked to the bed and magically laid down, or 2. Lars had carried you there. You groaned and opened your eyes, lifting a hand to rub them. You blinked a couple times and sat up. No, Lars wasn't in here. So then, where was he? You slipped out of bed and stumbled to the kitchen, finding that he wasn't there either. A cup of coffee and some breakfast was left on the counter, along with a note saying,

'I'll be back later, got a couple things I need to work on at the lab. I left you some breakfast and I'm sure you can fend for yourself for lunch. Please don't burn the house down. - Lars' You smiled and picked up the coffee, finding that it was still steaming. You noticed that Lars had made the coffee the way you liked it, which meant he definitely paid attention whenever you ordered it.

After basically spending the whole day exploring Lars' house, you settled into the sofa once more with a random book you had picked out of his bookcase. Hearing keys jingle, you lifted your head from the book and saw Lars venture in. You slowly got up, minding both your head and leg, and made your way over to him.

"Hi handsome, how did work go?" You smiled at him, leaning against the doorway.

"It was...eventful. I got thrown up on by pukey." Lars sighed. You laughed and patted his shoulder.

"That was probably hilarious. I'll make dinner while you take a shower." You said, pushing him along to the bathroom.

"Mmmm, fine. But..." He started before he swooped down and kissed you. Your hand flew to his hair, giving it a nice tug. With that came a loud groan. Lars' gripped your waist and pushed you against the wall. His tongue swiped at your lips, which you gladly accepted. You snatched his glasses and tossed them away, squirming slightly as his nails dug your waist. When he pulled away he grinned,

"Looks like I'm not getting my shower in tonight."

#lars pinfield #lars pinfield x you #lars pinfield x reader #ghostbusters #ghostbusters frozen empire #ghostbusters x reader #james acaster #james acaster x reader

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vivlily · 5 months ago

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It is once more fox girl friday, but along with that it's also friday the 13th. So happy fox girl friday and...

BOOOO!

sorry that was pretty scary, but you know whats scarier? A story I heard about a merchant and his son stopping at a village. But this story might be toooo scary for a scared little fox like you, so I'll be nice just this once and hide it below.

I might misremember it since i heard it from like a youth pastor way back when (it's been a long time).

so like get this, this merchant and his son stopped by an otherwise unremarkable town to do like merchant stuff or whatever. And like eventually he got to selling some of his wares, but everyone kept avoiding one of his wares in particular. Can you guess what it was?

That's right, it was his apples, so he asked some of the villagers what was up.

"Is there anything about my apples that bothers you all?"

upon mention of apples, the villagers went stiff, fear enveloping their face's.

"Sir, t-t-t-heir marvelous apples sir. I-i-it's just that there lives an awful "plague god", in that manor across the lake."

"that vile creature... in it's infinite jealousy, ended up cursing those that ingest an apple."

The villagers went on to explain various tragedies that affected those unfortunate enough to eat one. And mentioning that the vile plague god takes the form of a young girl. And that if ever you notice a young girl on that isle, it's already to late for you. The plague god has already noticed you, prepare for the worst and hope for the best.

But the merchant merely laughed and said

"Very well, I suppose I should enjoy my marvelous apples myself! WEHHEHHEH" (He had a really odd laugh, runs in the family I believe)

He had a bite.

Not long after he went looking for his son so that they could have a meal. Only to realize his son was missing, so off in a hurry he went to look for him. Asking as many people as he could.

Eventually a villager said that they saw a boat go out not long ago, towards that vile little plague god's domain.

He wasted no time and desperately paddled his way over to that cursed isle. Much to his relief his son was within sight, yet something was odd.

His son, one to only ever draw anything in the comfort of their own carriage was sat on the ground drawing the mansion. Relieved he gave his son a warm hug, and told him how dangerous it was here.

They had a moment, before the son asked if he could draw one more thing before they left the isle. The dad was worried, but he happened to be a softie when it came to his son, so he relented.

As the son finished drawing, he waved towards the manor, his father become confused, and very worried. The merchant was fearing that the vile plague god was in there. But he turned around and cast his gaze towards the mansions window, and saw nothing but the curtains.

Fearing his son was seeing things he said we leave now, and leave they did.

On their way back towards the town, the son proudly showed off various drawing's to his father. Explaining each and every one of them, and the son's final piece depicted a crying girl.

The father obviously confused mentioned "what brought this one on?"

"ooooo that was the girl in the window earlier"

The dad had never seen any girl, fear gripped his heart, and he decided that they leave immediately. And so leave they did, the dad swore never to return again, and to never have another marvelous apple again.

Heh, it's not really as scary as I remember if i'm being honest, it's the usual classic "ghost girl only the kid sees" kinda thing, a teensy bit boring tbh.

Honestly the only reason it stuck with me was because I kept wondering just why the ghost girl was crying? Well it's probably just adding the crying ghost trope for the sake of adding a trope, kinda lame imo.

Well that's that, have a marvelous fox girl friday!

#arknights #shamare #artists on tumblr #illustration #i refuse to spell check or touch this up

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puckpocketed · 2 months ago

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hello i was tagged by @18minutemajor for WIP Wednesday. it is not Wednesday but i am also not a cop so . here we gooo!!!!!!! tagging my esteemed colleagues (very politely and with no pressure!!!):

@neonfretra @oensible @sorrellegiance @moregraceful @stereax

@wheelsnipecelebrini

@korshrimpski (EDIT: it won’t?? let me tag you. unless these are on separate lines <3)

what's in-progress in your life <3 writing? art? recipe? skill acquisition?

if any crafty people see this - if ANYONE sees this - and would like to join in, feel free and consider yourself tagged <3 (and tag me back so i can see your stuff!!!) link to 18minutemajor's post if yall curious :3 my VERY long wip dump + ramblings under the cut!

its christmas soon and i like to paint gifts for my friends + and i'm finally revisiting my anime/lineart/inking era (here you are K!! my lineart past, present, and future!! <3) so here are some things i've been working on/coming back to/MAY NEVER FINISH: hockey related:

this is juraj slafkovsky and his dinky little middle part which he can absolutely learn to style into something a little less dinky but never does. i am so charmed by him. i imagine he just rocks it because his pretty privilege supersedes dinky middle parts . LMAO!!

here is Sasuke from my Naruto Hockey AU. I am a little stuck on jersey mockups lol. here he is. our haunted little 1OA who is absolutely normal and regular about his captain (LOUD incorrect buzzer):

personal oc art

wanna know some puckpocketed deep lore? i've never been one to make OCs. i was just not a very creative kid tbh. spent all my time drawing sailor moon instead. i still go back to her sometimes because she is one of my favourite shapes in the WORLD!!

in my 20s i took up playing d&d because of the. uh. plague. <3 and got pretty close to having OCs!! those count right? anyway. here is my tavern-wench-turned-wizard!!! i think i painted this 2 years ago? <- put dates on your works guys it saves lives. her name is Mel (short for Melins (pronounced like melons. on account of her knockers. can you tell i never grew out of my 12 yr old booby/cock joke era?) i revisited Mel recently and have started painting her in earnest again!! :3

I briefly dated someone who was very into streetwear and fashion, and I fell down a techwear/gorpcore/cyberpunk rabbit hole for a couple days out of curiosity. i remember literally zero salient info on any of it except the broad strokes of silhouetting and Vibes. what i emerged with, however, was a ?? sorta OC?? im not sure what to call them. they dont rly have a name or gender. I did this little sheet ages ago + the aborted attempt at a portrait later:

Here are my most recent explorations (i have been doing SOOOO much art. <3) which include:

unfinished character sheet + chibi art. I played with their jacket (much more structured/square/tailored thing) and added a lotta random buckles and belts. i took textiles class years ago and have a little experience in garment construction. and i know for a fact this thing does not make any sense. it hurts me to look at a little bit LMAO so i've paused it while i go draft patterns (badly. i was never good at drafting. i think i may have to break out my scrap fabric stash and hand sew a real life mock-up. HELP!)

here is me having fun with them and imagining them as some kind of cyber-fisherman. the best part of every game is the fishing mini-game to me. i love fishing mini-games so much. I made their hair really big because i wanted them to have big unwieldy hair and the vibes told me i should add more movement to the piece aside from the fishing line. I messed with their jacket AGAIN because i can't stop thinking about what kinda jacket they'd wear. gorp-core ? idk. it sure is something!

gifts for my friends :3

back in my weeb era for real YAYYYY!!! up til now i'd been making hockey art using a zero pressure sensitivity pen brush because i simply did NOT want to deal with that. it is and has always been a barrier to me making art that uses line art. <3 easing my way back into it though!

I used to paint gifts for my friends and then get them printed into lil posters and mount them on nice backing :3 i am now ready and back to painting.

Here is my girlbestie's OC. just a rough pose sketch. i think im pretty unsatisfied with the gesture of the head/hand. i wanted to include her gun in some way. i fear i may have to rework the pose entirely <3

For the genshin girlies.. here are some of my friends fave characters.

Yelan - this one i started many holidays ago and put on the backburner because the colouring was wigging me out. you can see where i started rendering stuff + got sidetracked and started on something else (the crystal choker IM LAUGHING @ past me...)

Ayaka - I reaaally like what i did here with the perspective + foreshortening. I don't know if the pose or expression is in-character or not, but i had fun :3 got stunlocked looking at references of genshin weapons so this is where i left off:

if you made it all the way down here hi... <3 ice hockey really cracked the ketchup bottle open for me when it comes to making art again. i love the communities i've found, and i'm inspired by every artist on here every day. thanks for being so cool + have a great day :)

#hiiii... late with starbucks (gigantic wip dump now i feel good about sharing again)#puckpainting #tag game #eye contact #the . the tag thingy for half of these aint working HELP <3

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postmail · 3 months ago

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hey guys i love you. its my birthday in three days have some queeshmael (and other assorted stand-alone ishmaels and queequegs) moby dick fanarts that ive drawn over the course of like... several months that i never posted because i thought they looked like shit. and tbh i still do. but also theres beauty in everything and also also i need to lead by example of fearlessness in posting shitty ass fanart just for funsises. just because it makes me happy. some of these are outdated but idgaf. enjoy inconsistent character designs lol

its under the cut cause uh wow thats actually a lot more than i expected? whoops?

okay funny story i actually lied up there a little bit i drew this several months ago and was so madly in love with how it turned out that i never posted it because i didnt want the inevitable lack of attention to sour it for me. its a little outdated now but i still love it, i just want to put here so i never lose it. ishmael please go to therapy

newer art yet somehow even more outdated designs? i think i was trying to be a bit more experimental and didnt like how they came out. i still dont like the designs very much but looking back now i dont think the art itself is actually that bad.

never posted because i just couldnt get the anatomy quite right. i actually kind of miss when i colored grays like this idk how i forgot that actually wait i should start doing that again-

this one was for mermay, just pure silliness and cringe for the soul. more of that awesome gray shading line stuff that i need to start doing again, but i didnt like how queequeg's face looked. and also i think i felt a bit silly about this? like i thought it was too cringe or something? idk why tho its kinda cute to me now. best of wishes to ishmael in his goal to fuck that fish man

more inconsistent queequeg designs! i really liked this one when i first drew it, but i thought it was too small to post on its own, being just a itsy little doodle for shading practice. now i can post it :). wonder who it is thats talking to him?

another little drawing! this one i never posted because 1) i fucked up when drawing it and accidentally drew it way too small and 2) i accidentally made it waayy too similar to another moby dick fanart by another more popular user and i didnt want other ppl accusing me of copying or smthin... i jusr didnt think this piece was particularly worth the risk of that. i think its fine now tho.

incredibly shitty doodle i really only made for myself ft. incredibly innacurate drawing of a sperm whale. ngl i still think the joke is funny tho.

shhh dont tell the cringe police about this one but this is a queeshmael fankid i made. her name is rachael and she cannot make normal facial expressions to save her life. she loves listening to her dad infodump its interesting to her. she knows so many incorrect facts about whales! whoopie!

this might have been a valentines special? idk. i was gonna redraw it but then i forgor. let this be a lesson to you: finish your drawings, or else you'll only have the older version to show to people (its okay i still like this a little bit)

oh shit i ran out ok bye guys hope you liked your gay whalers peace and love on planet earth

#long post #moby dick #ishmael moby dick #queequeg moby dick #firealpaca #alto art #psst george-chambers if you're reading this. i drew that fankid for you. b/c of you. you get the idea. sorry i didnt send it to you i-#-got embarrassed/ scared? which seems silly in retrospect. sorry about that #oh and sorry if i spelt your user name wrong. its late here and im too tired to check if i got it right or not

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muffinsin · 1 year ago

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I remember you doing a dominant female s/o and a g!p bela, and from what I remember, bela was sitting down doing paperwork, then her lover came behind her all wet and naked from her shower, then some water droplets dropped on Bela’s cleavage, making her shiver, when she looks at her s/o she looks down at the ground trying to not look at her lovers chest but she can’t stop it. The next part, I don’t remember what she said I just know the s/o refers to herself as mommy. And the part after that s/o gets on her knees and starts sucking off bela and after she’s done she rides Bela’s cock without letting bela cum first. I think that’s how it went, idk if you remember it?

Tbh- I have no idea XP I’ve written and co written so much even before this blog, and I have a short-term-memory brain; soooo I have no idea if it was me who’s written that in the past. Sounds familiar enough, but I can’t tell if I wrote that or read it, or co wrote it even👀 But either way, I can write it out now! XD

Let’s get into it! ;)

Masterlist 1

Masterlist 2

Masterlist 3

Bela hums quietly to herself, too lost in her own world. She hears the scraping of her pencil against the paper, her own hums in her head. Sees the words she writes and reads. The numbers written on paper.

She jumps, when she feels a hand rest on her shoulder.

Her shock only increases upon smelling you suddenly. You’re behind her, the scent of your rich shower gel surrounding you. She smells your arousal, and it has her turn around to face you.

Golden eyes widen for a moment when she takes in your wet and naked form.

Your hand still rests on her shoulder, for a mere moment, before it slides up her neck and to her jawline.

Bela closes her eyes momentarily at the feeling, your index finger dragging to her chin. They open back up when her head is lifted.

Golden eyes flicker to your chest, then your eyes. She has difficulty not ogling your dripping and bare body.

You lean down a little, lips ghosting over her ear. The poor blonde is completely caught off guard, gripping her hair tightly and shivering.

“I’ve missed you in the shower, darling”

A dark painted lip is caught between her teeth. She hums, delicate fingers rising to meet your arm, yet she draws back before she can touch your skin.

She knows she should finish the paperwork…yet she feels the ache between her legs start up already.

You lean down a little. Droplets from your wet hair hit her, one falling to her collarbones, the other on her exposed cleavage.

Bela gasps when another hits her cheek and you brush your thumb over it. She can smell your arousal sticking to it. Have you been fingering yourself in the shower? The thought makes her dick twitch between her thigh thighs.

Her delicate arm is grabbed and Bela finds herself pulled from her hair. She takes a step backwards when you move closer, inhaling as the back of her thighs hit the table edge already.

She feels a single water droplet slide down her body, from her cheek to her jawline, down her neck. You too are watching it run down her skin sensually, slow and painfully arousing.

It slides past her collarbone, to her exposed cleavage. Onto her breast, where it stops, until another droplet falls from your wet face and hair and urges it to keep sliding down.

Down her chest and between the valley of her breasts, at last hidden underneath her dress.

Bela releases a breath she didn’t realise she was holding.

“I’m almost done with the paperwork”, she breathes out. When did you get so close? She feels your warm breath against her lips.

She does her best to avoid looking at your chest, her cheeks warm as she is adamant on staring at the work on her desk.

Gently, but firmly, her face is grabbed and she is made to face you again. A small whimper passes thick, delicate lips.

Golden eyes drop down to your chest, no matter how hard she attempts not to look.

“I think you’re due for a small break, Bela”

“I-“, again, her eyes dart down to your breasts.

Bela’s lips part as your index and thumb fingertips press against them, her eyes wide and stunned.

“Just you be a good girl for Mommy”, you whisper seductively.

Her breath hitches. Her skin breaks out into goosebumps.

“EE!”, she shrieks, her eyes shutting when your fingers slip inside her mouth. She sucks them obediently.

Thick lips brush against your fingers, her tongue swirling around and between them.

She bobs her head forwards, and eagerly sucks up all the praise she receives of being such a good girl.

“Now, what’s the three magic words?”, you coo. Bela’s blushing adorably, her eyes lidded as you slide your fingers out her mouth again.

She almost whines at the loss.

“I will behave”, she answers, breath hitched and uneven. She gasps when her chin is grasped and she is made to look up again. When did she fall back and sit on the table? She couldn’t tell.

“I will behave, Mommy”, she corrects herself quickly.

“That’s right, my good girl. You’ll be just perfect for Mommy”

Bela gasps when her dress is tugged off by bare, wet hands, and she feels your fingers set on her hip.

The shivers at the words whispered in her ear, a small gasp passing her lips when you drop to your knees. She grips the table edge tightly, her head leaning back already the moment you peel away her black lacy underwear.

She’s hard as a rock, her bottom lip caught between her sharp teeth when you cup her in your hands.

“I know you can’t resist, Bela”, you whisper. She whimpers as she watches you, naked and wet in front of her, groaning as she feels your tongue dragging alongside her sensitive dick.

“Be a good girl now”

She doesn’t hesitate to answer: “Yes, Mommy”, with her back arched and her thick thighs pressing up against your head.

She whimpers quietly as your lips wrap around her sensitive head, your tongue darting around it as you suck. Trembling hands grip the table edge tighter, and golden curls fall down her back when her head tips backwards.

“Yes…”, she moans softly, her hips thrusting lightly upwards and urging you to take more of her in your mouth.

You grant her this silent wish. Bobbing your head forth and back, you suck her off properly.

“Mhmmmn… y-yes..”, she sighs, thick thighs trembling as you push them apart properly again.

Your tongue around her feels heavenly, sliding up and down.

Your lips create a tight seal on her and your throat welcomes her warmly when you move your head forth far enough.

Your moans and hums of approval merely make the submissive woman shake and tremble more below you.

She’s embarrassingly close already, her eyebrows furrowed when you cup her balls and squeeze, as though to show what you seem to want from her.

Bela’s beautifully aroused for you. Her nipples hard, her body slightly wet from your touches. She feels your wet hand rest upon her thigh, squeezing and rubbing it gently.

“Please, Mommy”, she gasps, eyes closed and hips jerking forwards. She’s needy and sensitive for you, just as you like it.

You’re pleased with her state now.

Bela gasps and whimpers at the loss of your mouth on her, and swiftly parts her lips, ready to argue and beg for release. She has been so close!

However, the blonde’s unhappiness is only short lived. Instead, a surprised gasp and sharp intake of her breath is heard when she feels herself be pushed on the desk fully, her precious paperwork quite literally beneath her.

“Quit pouting, darling”, you coo. You know the poor thing wants to cum so bad. It’s your turn to use her now, though.

Bela’s hands set on your hips eagerly when you straddle her. She’s eager, and greedy. She wants to feel you around her already.

Your warm breath hits her earlobe and causes her to shiver yet again. Cold, wet hair against her makes her tremble.

“Beg”

A small whimper. She’s adorably riled up and sensitive, so close to her orgasm yet so far away.

Bela gasps audibly when your cunt brushes up against her warm and wet tip, pleading eyes meeting yours.

“Please, Mommy”, she caves in entirely too fast for her liking, panting and pushing down on your hips as though to make you slide down on her.

“AAH!”, she shrieks suddenly when her nipples are pinched, the sensitive buds held tightly between your fingers. Her back is arched, her heel drags against her desk.

“Manners, Bela”, you remind her, and she nods fast, with wide open eyes. “You’re going to be a good little slut and let me ride you. And you’re not going to cum until Mommy allows you to. Is that understood?”, you ask, your fingers turning to twist her poor nipples. She howls in pain, panting and gasping out a slightly slurred “Yes, Mommy”.

“That’s a good girl. I see you’re behaving again, Bela”, you whisper, at last lowering yourself on her erect cock.

As the sensitive head slips inside, Bela mewls beautifully, her golden eyes squeezing shut and her nails digging into the wooden table.

As the rest follows and slides deep inside of you, they tear the wood beneath them.

You take a few seconds, adjusting to the fullness her cock grants and seeing whether she will turn to bratty behavior again. She doesn’t. The blonde is a perfectly well behaved girl for you, unmoving below you, merely panting and whimpering, begging for more.

“Good”, you smirk. She feels so riled up, it’s unfair.

Wet hands grasp her shoulders, using her to ride properly. Her cock is wet and hard, and warm for you. Your cunt grips it eagerly with every move.

Warm, greedy lips push against yours, her tongue easily dominated by you and her lips parted.

You feel her cock rub against your G-Spot perfectly, even with the submissive woman at your mercy.

She is beautiful, helpless as she attempts her best not to grip your hips and thrust up into you already.

She’s such a sensitive thing, the blush on her pale cheeks shows just how good you have her feel.

Not only her, though. You feel divine as well. Brought closer and closer to an orgasm of your own, fueled by the thought you are denying her hers.

“Please, M-Mo-a-ah!-mmy, please!”, Bela gasps, her lips parted to accept your finger into her mouth. She whimpers around it, sucking eagerly and obediently.

“Mhmm no, y-you’re going to let Mommy cum first this time”, you coo. The blonde nods, whimpers and moans sounding from her throat.

She’s close and twitching within you. It’s a beautiful feeling that drives you closer to your own edge.

She is beginning to grow restless under you as you keep lifting yourself on her, riding relentlessly and eagerly. You’re so close, but the sweet tears at the corner of her eyes are worth your wait.

The poor thing has barely been able to get off with all the work piling, and even now she pays the price, edged until you have mercy on her.

“Don’t you dare cum without my permission, Bela”, is all you whisper in her ear as you finally reach your orgasm.

#cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu x reader

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bigball-thefrog · 4 months ago

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Hunters Prey:Slasher Rob Lucci X Reader Pt3_The Final

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Pt1 Pt2

Warnings/Tags:

I never said this before but I should've, I am not romanticizing this type of dynamic. I'm just a big slasher fan and though Lucci fit the idea of being a slasher. I know it says X Reader but I didn't know how to put it really. So please don't think I am romanticizing this type of unhealthy relationship between Rob Lucci and the reader

Tbh it's more of a Paulie X reader

Being held captive

Physical torture

Reader is losing their sanity

Reader is chained up in a dark basement

Threats of violence and murder

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Reader POV

It had been weeks I think, since. Lucci had taken me and kept me locked in his basement. Everyday was the same, I was chained up while he went to work, then when he got back it was playtime... It would literally be like a cat and it's toy, scratched, bitten, I was nothing more than his toy. When he was finished he'd give me some cotton and antiseptic and watched as I cleaned myself since it would cause more pain, then he'd give me food and water before chaining me up again and leaving me to rot while he was at work.

I was close to breaking, to snapping and begging to be set free which is what he wanted, but I still tried to resist. I tried to be patient and stayed strong, hoping and waiting for a miracle to happen.

Lucci POV

I was getting ready to leave the shipyard, wiping myself with a towel as Hattori preens my beard. Thankfully Iceberg had accepted the fake vacation request from my little play toy so I still wasn't suspicious, but I'm running out of time to make them submit to being silent, I need to think of a way to make them submit to my demand, it would be such a shame to kill them, I knew they were well liked and it would only draw more suspicion to me. Maybe I shouldn't just use my claws, maybe I need to start baring my fangs a little to make them submit.. "Oi Lucci!" I turned around and watched as Paulie walked towards me, "Still no message from them?" He asked, referring to my toy. I shook my head no and he scoffed, "No message, no updates... They just sent an email asking for a vacation then disappeared... It's so strange of them. Dammit, I just hope they haven't been found by that leopard jackass.." I nodded along to what he was saying, feigning concern for our coworker and holding back a laugh, knowing that I was the killer he was talking about.

Paulie looked at me with a slight scowl. I signed mat him, asking him what was wrong and his scowl depend, "What's with that smirk on your face?", shit. I quickly came up with a response and signed, "Excited for evening plans with someone" Paulie scoffed, "What plans? And with who??" "A date, with a girl" Paulie scoffed, "You? A date with a girl? What are you really doing Lucci, you've been acting stranger than usual since they left for their vacation, you've been the first one to leave work, you've been going out for drinks less, lately. Something is up with you and I'm starting to think you may have some involvement with this leopard person!" Paulie accused at me when thankfully Kaku, our other co-worker came up to calm us down, "Woah woah hey! Calm down Paulie! I wouldn't be so surprised is Lucci had a date, he did win the survey of the hottest member in Galley-La" Kaku teased, knowing how salty everyone was after that survey. "Fine, maybe it's not impossible he got a date... But I'm keeping my eye on you Lucci!" Paulie grunted and left, Kaku gave me a wink before also leaving. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding and clenched my hands into a fist. That damm Paulie, he's gonna be next if he doesn't keep his nose out my business... Now I should probably get going, I don't want to keep my toy waiting~

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Reader POV

Light began to leak into the basement as a shadowy figure started to descend the stairs, Lucci was home... There was a small clink sound as Lucci pulled on the lights string, causing a small light to illuminate the room, Lucci's sinister smile being the first thing I see, "Hello my dear, have you finally accepted my offer?~" he knelt down and took my chin in his hand, making me look up at him. "Like hell I'd agree to keep this secret! I'll get out and I'll expose you as the evil piece of shit you are!" I spat back at him, his smile disappeared and he frowned gripped my chin tighter, "Then you'll sit in my basement and rot.." He let go of me and got up and walked to the back of the basement, "And, people already think you've run away from town because of the serial killer running around town~ So if you don't accept, then you'll be my toy until you die."

I shivered at that thought but kept strong. He grabbed the key to my chains and his clawed gloves and walked back over to me. He unlocked the chains and put his gloves on and dug the claws into my wrists and pulled me towards him, "I'm not trying hard enough to get you submitting to me." He opened his mouth and picked his teeth, "Did you know that human bites are some of the most dangerous? Certain germs in the human mouth can cause an infection, so if I were to just bite down and draw your blood, you'd be risk of an infection. That would be bad in your situation, wouldn't it? A dark cold basement, me being the one to provide you with medical supplies, I could just easily take that away from you, know?~" I froze up at his words, this sick freak was threatening me with a slow and painful death!, "Please... No..." I started to tremble and beg, "Then submit to me..." He sunk his claws deeper into my wrists, I used my last bit of fire to talk back, "Never!" he growled and placed his face next to my head and whispered, "Then it's time for the cat to bare his fangs..." He suddenly sunk his teeth into my shoulder and began biting down with no intention of letting go. I screamed, screamed and tried to get him off, but he just sinks his claws deeper into my wrists and pushed me up against the wall. I felt his teeth finally pierce my skin and I screamed louder. His tongue lazily ran along the pierced skin, licking up my blood, removing his mouth from my shoulder and whispering in my ear, "What a rich taste~ I might have to do this to you more often~" he then sunk his teeth into my other shoulder, attempting to make more puncture wounds, when suddenly a noise made him stop biting and cover my mouth with his hands.

Lucci POV

There was a sudden knock at the door that made me stop and cover their mouth. There was that knock again and I grunted. I turned back to my toy and whispered to them and whispered to them, "If you make any noise I will kill whoever this is in front of you and make you sit with the rotting corpse, okay??" they shakily nodded and I let go of them. They didn't scream after so I just quickly chained them back up and took my gloves off before leaving the basement. After wiping the blood off my mouth and Hattori flying onto my shoulder I opened the door. Dammit, it was Paulie... "What can I do you for Paulie? I was just about to get ready for my date" I signed and he just stepped inside, "Yeah I just came to talk more about this whole leopard and our friend disappearing, i feel as though it's connected.." "How would it be related?" I signed to him. "Well you see, whenever they go on vacation they ask someone to water their plants for them while they're away. I asked everyone I know that's in their social circle, and none of them were asked to do so... "That's because they asked me to water their plants" I signed back, "Well, I went to go check and." Paulie pulls out a key to their house, "Both their main key and spare key was left in their house, plants dead... There were some signs of a potential break in from the back door, they must've been kidnapped, and I think I know who..." As he says that he pulls out a white feather. I glance at Hattori cleaning himself before looking back at Paulie, "You really think it was me? They're my friend too Paulie." "Then why was one of Hattori's feathers there? I've lived in this place my whole life and I've never seen a pure white pigeon except yours. And, the leopard only appeared about a few months after you arrived here, which I looked into your history and you've moved a lot. Specifically every five years, it's almost been five years since you moved here, and each previous town has reports of a mysterious killer that's disappeared after five years..." "That's just a coincidence, and I wasn't planning on leaving soon, you're just over thinking everything."

Paulie POV

I was about to give up on trying to frame him until there was a thud that came from the basement, Lucci went pale and I knew i had figured him out. I rushed past him and got to the basement door but he still managed to block it. "You can't go in there Paulie" Lucci signed to me. "Why not? Why won't you let me go in? What the hell are you hiding Lucci?!" Lucci's mouth widened into a sinister grin that made my blood run cold, then he opened his mouth and for the first time in five years, he started to speak, "Because If you go down there I'll have to make another mess and spend all night cleaning my basement~"

"Shit, I knew you were-" Lucci suddenly cut me off by tackling me to the ground and began choking me. I grabbed the lighter in my pocket and set fire to his shirt. He quickly got off me and put out the fire on his shirt, I managed to get up and hit him right in the jaw. He fell to the ground and let out a low growl, I ran to grab something that I could use as a weapon meanwhile Lucci got up and grabbed something else. As I kept searching, Lucci came up behind me and now he had his clawed glove on and tried to slah me in the back, but I managed to grab a couch cushion and shield myself. Lucci geowled again at his claws getting stuck and I used that to my advantage by shoving him back to the ground. The best thing I could do right now was run, so I just turned around and ran towards the front door, as I grabbed and twisted the doorknob, Lucci grabbed me by my shoulder, pulled me back to face him, and bit down on my neck so I couldn't breathe. He pushed me against the wall and grabbed my wrists so I couldn't struggle and resist as he chocked me to death. Just as my eyes were about to close, the door burst open and the sounds of guns cocking surrounded us, the police really know how to take their damm time to do their job. "Rob Lucci, let go of the man, put your hands behind your back and get on your knees and stay still while we search your house." Lucci growled but complied, he knew he was outnumbered, and that he had been caught.

Reader POV

I heard a lot of commotion from upstairs and just kept quiet, after hearing lots of footsteps and people talking, the door to the basement door opened and a bright light filled hue room, I covered my eyes from the brightness and heard more footsteps, then finally someone spoke, "CHIEF, WE FOUND THEM!" The person called out, I tried to open my eyes and look at what was happening but it was still too bright to see who was in front of me. I eventually felt the chains restraining me fall to the floor and I felt a sense of relief, a pair of arms wrapped around me and I as lifted up and carried out the basement, the light outside hit me hard but thankfully I was used to the light and could see what was happening, there were police, reporters, an ambulance, my friend Paulie was close to the ambulance being checked out and most importantly, Lucci was in handcuffs. Seeing the scenario I let out a breath of relief, I was finally free from Lucci.

I was placed down on the gurney in the ambulance, and sat shaking as the the medical team looked over my injuries and asked me questions. Eventually Paulie came over and sat next to me, he carefully took my hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. "I'm glad you're okay, I don't want to imagine what you've been through, but it's over now. You don't have to worry about him anymore." I squeezed his hand back and my body finally began to relax after so long. Then finally, Lucci was being escorted out of the house and towards the police car. Before he got in the car he looked back at me and smiled, "Don't think this is the last you've seen of me. You've watched plenty of horror movies to know that there's always a sequel~" his words made my body tense again, he was shoved into the police car and taken away, but his words still stuck with me, Lucci wasn't stupid, he always had some sort of ace up his sleeve, he had something planned and no matter how much all the medics, police or even Paulie reassured me, I knew that Lucci would be back again...

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Oh boy, another end to another one of my mini, fic series. Hey yall I know it's been a damm long while, longer than I promised but despite finishing my exams, I still had a lot of school stuff to do. And now next week Monday I'm starting my end of the year finals and will have my phone taken away for most of this time. I've come to at least end a another mini fic series and to just update those that read my work. But thankfully, these are my last exams and if I pass, I'll be graduating this year and won't have to worry a out school or exams ever again!!! So please, enjoy the end of the Slasher Rob Lucci and I'll see you when I see you.

Kelly🐸

#one piece #one piece anime #oneshot #one piece x reader #one piece x y/n #one piece x you #rob lucci #rob lucci one piece #one piece rob lucci #op rob lucci #rob lucci x reader #paulie one piece #one piece paulie #op paulie #paulie x reader

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slingbats · 1 year ago

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I'm still trying to figure him out so I made a reference for myself even though this is probably as much of his body as I'll ever draw LMAO

i did originally Want to get this to be a more general design than for just gotham, but i didn't really end up changing anything about his face that i feel permits it to be a unique design LOL

this is basically before the timeskip so I didn't draw any features that were too specific besides giving him some scarring around his eye (which i honestly could've been more daring with, I had a thought that he probably draws on at least part of his eyebrow but since this wasn't supposed to be too specific i didn't draw more specific scars than that tbh)

uhhhh my only other weird note is that you can't really tell, but his right leg is slightly shorter than his left in addition to being pretty battered, ummmm... the one on his stomach is a surgical scar, I think, I think i placed that correctly, and as it turns out it's kind of hard to make a scar look old if you're not working with very heavy shading!!! the one on his ankle, the surgical scar and the ones on his chest should be Kinda Old, but I couldn't figure out how to get that silvery color into it 🤔

i still havent finished s5 btw i jst think someone should bite him

#curryart #oswald cobblepot #gotham #(shorts for modesty bc his fuckin full body diaper situation hides too much)

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myokk · 6 months ago

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20 q's for fic writers

tagged by @crushribbons love you Laney😙😙😙😙💓💓💓

How many works do you have on AO3? I am a humble baby writer so I only have three...so far

What's your total AO3 word count? 99,211...before I joined tumblr and fanart hell (affectionate) I was writing SO MUCH...I started in January bahahahahhahahahahahahah

What fandoms do you write for? Hogwarts Legacy, but in the future I'll probably do Tomione…beginning of death eaters super evil but sexy 1940s Tom Riddle making Hermione turn evil… (among others). Tbh (fanart-wise NOT writing) I also want to draw harvest moon…stardew valley…x files… I would love to attempt writing for P&P bc I have so many ideas, but I am too lazy to make sure they're historically accurate and it would drive me crazy if they arent so I'll just enjoy them hehe

Top five fics by kudos? I only have three published so far, but the most popular is my Ominis oneshot, legilimency. I have no idea how that one actually got readers...but I'm happy bc I really like it too and I reread it sometimes!! My main fic is actually doing a lot better than I expected too, bc when I started posting I was just shouting into the void and I wasn’t part of the community or anything🥹 the little excerpts I post here too, that go along with my writing, also do a lot better than I expected and it makes me so happy to read your comments💓

Do you respond to comments? yes!!!!! Comments/hashtags always make me SO HAPPY and these interactions are the fun of sharing these things with you all. I get swamped by notifications sometimes so I might respond super late but I always try to bc I LOVE YOU ALL SOOOOOOOOO MUCH!!

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? my main fic...I have a horrible ending planned but I might chicken out at the end and make it happy. in my fanarts I can make them happy so that might be enough for me...and I’ll go with the evil ending muahahahahahaa

What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? the Imelda/Poppy fic. Honestly it's not popular but it holds SUCH A SPECIAL PLACE IN MY HEART...it’s popular to me😤 I reread it a lot...my love letter to Imelda

Do you get hate on fics? I don't think so...If I do I'm out of the loop bahahahhahahahaha. Honestly I've had haters before on other platforms and it's not something that really bothers me bc if I don't personally know someone, I don't care what they think...and like Laney said...if they don't like something they should just make what they want to see instead lol

Do you write smut? yes😳

Craziest crossover? None I Am A Boring Girl

Have you ever had a fic stolen? not that I know of!!!!! But I also just started writing this year. I've had my art stolen sooooooo many times before though on IG and tiktok (not here yet that I know of…). If it's just copying my art I don't mind that much with these fanarts because that's how you learn and a copy will never look like the original but...

Have you ever had a fic translated? nope!!

Have you ever co-written a fic before? No but I'm collaborating with @versailles-black for fanart shenanigans bc our MCs are cousins🥹💓 plus the whole Leo/Bea thing with @the-ozzie …I’m actually considering writing a oneshot about the two of them so I think it counts!!

All time favorite ship I have two...Elizabeth/Mr Darcy have had me in a vicelike grip for my whole life...but so have Scully and Mulder...

What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I really really really want to write my Ominis longfic that's a continuation of my oneshot, but it's hard to find the time to write lately bc I've been so busy!!! like...even finding time to do these fanarts is a struggle these days. I still have hope I'll finish it though bc apart from ME wanting to read it there are a few others who are also looking forward to it!!!

What are your writing strengths? no idea🥲

Thoughts on dialogue in another language? I personally like it!!! But only if it's used correctly...I've seen Spanish in fics before where the person CLEARLY doesn't speak it and it drives me crazy, esp if the character is supposed to be Spanish-speaking. Or...when people add random phrases in with the rest English, bc as a bilingual person I feel like it doesn't really work like that lol. I added some Spanish to the Imelda oneshot I wrote and I like to read it when it's done naturally, and if anyone asks me for translation in the comments I’m happy to oblige🥰

First fandom you wrote in? Hogwarts Legacy is my first fandom ever bahahahhahahahahah

Favorite fic you've written? tbh I love all three that I've written so far!!!!!! I can't choose🥹🥹

Laney said there's no 20th question…I love you all😙😙😙

zerooo pressure tags for @kay9leo @writing-intheundercroft @heyitszev @noxxytocin and anyone else who thinks it would be fun to answer🥹💓😙💓😙

#tbh I don’t know many authors here but I want to change that!!!#bc it’s funny I actually started out writing #and these fanarts were just a way for me to add some illustrations #but then I got sucked in and here we are……..#this was fun to think about though bc writing was my FIRST foray into the fandom but I neglect it a lot🥹🥹#hogwarts legacy #hphl #hogwarts legacy fanfic #also it’s funny bc I went to the Imelda x poppy tag #and literally everything is just my art😆😆 I’m sketching up my next one of them NOW

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