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bwabys-scenarios · 1 year ago

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Hello dear! How are you? Could you please do Perv! Chrollo if it's not too much trouble? I haven't seen much Perv Chrollo content out there, and I'd love to see that in your writing! You can ignore it if you want, have a nice day ♡ (Sorry if it seemed confusing, English is not my first language ☠️)

His pretty girl

Perv!Chrollo x Fem!Reader

warnings: perv behavior, panting stealing, reader is mentioned to be chubby, excessive gift giving, somno, dubcon, reader is innocent and naive, breeding kink, pregnancy, bit of Yandere chrollo if you squint, Chrollo calls you princess/angel/goddess, minor manga spoilers about Shalnark

A/N: not the biggest chrollo fan but him being head over heels in love and just a big softy with his lover does do something for me.

NSFW: @lightshowerrr @jungtoast @nenggie @pannacottababy @aliceattheart @atransmuter

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Unlike most pervs, Chrollo is much sneakier with his perversion. You won’t catch him sniffing your panties or jacking off to pictures of your cute face… but you will find pairs of your panties covered in his cum in your dresser, and lots of pictures of you saved on his phone if you go looking.

Chrollo absolutely adores you, he enjoys seeing you blush and stutter when you find a particularly nasty love letter stuffed into your mailbox, or those pair of missing lacy panties folded neatly on your bed, with strange stains on them.

He first fell for you when Shalnark introduced him to you. You met Shal through the Hunter exam years ago, though you didn’t pass. Regardless, the two of you stayed good friends, with Shal making sure you stayed safe while under his care.

But Shalnark was quick to back off the second Chrollo showed interest in you. You were just too cute, with your chubby frame and pretty face. Chrollo had never really put much thought into his sexual preferences, but seeing your plump ass and fat tits was enough to awaken something… sinful in him.

After that first meeting, you started receiving little gifts from him. At first, they were just pretty trinkets that Chrollo found on his missions, but as his obsession and adoration for you grew, those little trinkets because expensive dresses and luxurious jewelry.

At first you thought it was just him being generous with you, considering your living situation wasn’t the best. You were very appreciative, your cheeks heating up and your voice small when he smiled sweetly after you thanked him.

But over time, strange things started happening that you just couldn’t explain!

Your windows would be open in the morning when you were sure you closed them last night… and what was that sticky stuff on your face?

Chrollo had gotten into the habit of breaking in to watch you sleep. In the beginning, it was because he felt such intense love and care for you that he just couldn’t bear the thought of you getting harmed in your most vulnerable state!

He’d sit at the edge of your bed, reading a book while gently stroking your cheek. It was cute, you seemed so content and happy in your sleep when he was with you. It made his heart soar thinking that maybe, just maybe he had something to do with it.

But soon those soft and innocent intentions shifted when he noticed how… revealing your pajamas were sometimes. Those flimsy little shorts and the fact he could see your nipples through your thin white tanktop had his cock straining against his pants.

You always looked so soft and peaceful, something he wanted to protect and cherish. You were the only person linking him to the normal world, where your biggest problems were paying rent on time and figuring out what to eat for dinner, while his were trying to keep his friends from dying and which heist he should plan next.

You lived in a completely different world than him, and that was some of the appeal. Chrollo had never lived a normal life, but with you, he could have some shred of normalcy. He could marry you, make you his sweet little wife and live out the rest of his days keeping you happy and safe.

But… deep down Chrollo knew this was next to impossible. He was a wanted criminal, with more enemies than he could care to remember.

He still liked to imagine it, though. You, sitting in a rocking chair your swollen belly, carrying his child. He’d come home from a heist, carry you upstairs and ravish you, making sure to be extra careful with your delicate body.

Chrollo stroked his cock to this thought, his tip gently pressed against your lips as you slept. He’d done this exact things countless times… he hadn’t been expecting you to wake up right as he buckled his pants after cumming on your lips.

“… Chrollo?”

You rubbed your sleepy eyes, then wiped at your mouth, grimacing. Did you drool in your sleep? It was too dark to make out what was on your hand… but there was just enough light to see your friend Chrollo standing there, peering down at you with a slightly surprised expression.

He quickly took on his usual calm, charming facade. “Hello, (Name). Shal asked me to come watch over you. Apparently there’s been a few break ins in town that got both him and I worried for you.”

It was all lies, but something he loved about (Name) was her naïveté. You smiled sweetly, your cheeks heating up. “Really? You came to make sure I was okay?”

Chrollo nodded, setting his book on your nightstand before sitting at the edge of your bed. “Of course… I don’t think you understand just how much you mean to me, (Name).”

You didn’t have time to react, he was already leaning closer to you. His eyes were captivating in the moonlight, reflecting the light and shining like jewels.

“You’re divine, (Name), like an angel sent from Heaven just for me.”

He cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing against your lip. “I want you, more than anything.”

Hearing this from a handsome man like Chrollo felt unreal. He wanted you of all people? It was hard to believe.

As if sensing your hesitancy, Chrollo tilted up your chin. “Do you want me to show you?”

Before you could answer, his lips met yours. He had been holding back for so long, he needed this, he needed you. You were always so sweet to him, making sure he was eating well and even coming to visit him when you could. How could he ever ask for anything more than you?

It wasn’t long before his tongue entered your mouth and his hands slipped under your shirt to grab at your perky, plump tits. You whines softly into his mouth as his thumbs ran over your sensitive nipples.

“Like that, princess?”

He gave them a soft pinch, biting down on your lip as he moved one hand to your shorts. He didn’t both with taking them off, he ripped them and pinned you down, one hand pinning your wrists and the other unbuckling his pants.

“My darling…”

His eyes settled on your pretty cunt, wet and glistening in the moonlight. Chrollo had a few one nights stands in the past, but he never felt like this before. Your pussy, all wet and ready for him was enough to have him groaning into your neck as his cock sunk into your warm heat.

He grabbed onto your hips, his fingers sinking into the soft fat. You were so cute, tears pooling down your cheeks as you blubbered incoherently, too fucked out to speak. He leaned forward and kissed those soft lips of yours, so soft and gentle with his little angel.

“Shh, just take me okay? Fuck, you’re divine, my angel, my goddess…”

With one leg over his shoulder as he pressed your bodies together, Chrollo fucked into you. He tried his best to restrain himself, but god you looked way too pretty when you came around his cock for the third time.

You clung to him for comfort and some sort of stability as he mercilessly pounded your sensitive cunt. “Pretty, god you’re just gorgeous, my sweet girl…”

By the end of the night, you were too exhausted to even speak, your pussy full of his seed. He held you now, cooing softly as he peppered kisses along your cheeks and jaw. “Did so well, such a good girl…”

From then on Chrollo’s obsession with you would only deepen. He’d marked you up, leaving love bites all over your neck and chest. You were his, and he’d make sure everyone knew that.

It wasn’t long before he had moved you away, somewhere you could be together and also under the radar. After Shalnark’s death, he became a bit paranoid that Hisoka would come after you next.

So now there you were, belly swollen with his child as he held you in his lap, his palm resting on your baby bump.

Chrollo had you, and although it wasn’t quite the life he had expected, he was still happy with it. You were here with him, carrying his baby and unable to get a way, even if you wanted to.

And that was enough for him.

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satorucci · 29 days ago

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love your big bro satoru fic!!! :) are you planning a part 2?

big brother satoru pt. 2 <3

♡ cw: incest, pining, slight breeding kink, choking, soft dom gojo, manipulation, slight dumbification, reader is a bit more of a minx than satoru might've thought :o

♡ currently listening to: pyramids - frank ocean

♡ nonnie note: thank you, nonnie!!! and thank you for submitting this ask! i wasn't sure if i would do a pt. 2 for this, but i ended up getting reallyyyy into the writing zone, so it's kind of long :o i hope you enjoy, and thank you for your support! have a lovely day/night mwah!

♡ author's note: remember kids, this is fictional! if you haven't read pt. 1, just click the link to read! dark content ahead!

MDNI

♡ big brother satoru, who, after sending you that ambiguous text is absolutely on edge. he's satoru gojo, the man whose never begged and asked for anything in his life. whether it be money or women, it's always been thrown at him, yet, here he is begging his shining, perfect, slutty little sister for a crumb of what he feels he may never be able to have.

♡ big brother satoru, who waits for your response for what seems like hours, cock hard and leaky, for some reason, only growing with anticipation. his phone, laying beside him, is quickly snatched up when he hears the ding! that must mean you've gotten back to him. hopefully, it's the video. hopefully, you're surrendering yourself over to him. surely, you know he's the one who can truly satisfy you. instead, his face drops at the message he receives. "were you listening to us?", and suddenly the satoru gojo doesn't know how to respond. he takes only a moment to figure out his response, not wanting to give you time to dwell on the fact that he eavesdropped on you fucking your boyfriend into oblivion, cock in hand, and cum all over himself.

♡ big brother satoru, who responds to his little sister with, "i wasn't listening, i could hear you from across the house." your response comes quickly. "let's say that is the case, it doesn't justify you asking for the video. stop being a creep, satoru." and his hopes are swiftly crushed. he can only respond with a consolation, "i was just kidding! you've known me for 18 years, you should know i'm not serious", and your follow-up response never comes. satoru has found himself soft, once again.

♡ big brother satoru, who ends his winter break on quite a sour note with you. when parting from your family, you refuse to look him in the eye, and you only give him a sorry half-hug as a parting gift. on your way out the door, your parents stand behind you waving as they send you back off to your respective colleges, and satoru thinks this is the perfect time to initiate a conversation with you. "hey, when are you gonna talk to me again?" he asks. "ya know i was just kidding about all that video stuff." your response is a cold shrug, and you never once meet his eyes. for once in his life, satoru gojo may have lost.

♡ big brother satoru, who doesn't know that ever since the initial text he sent to you, asking for your sex tape, you've been avoiding him like the plague only because you want to send the video. it's abnormal. it's an abomination to want your brother to see you in such a state, to see you performing such acts. the siblings you've either met or been introduced to through satoru who seemed even slightly weird, were always met with "woah, no wonder he can't get a girl. he totally wants to fuck his sister, yuck", or, "whew, she certainly has a boyfriend already. look at how she's all over her brother. gross." and then your big brother had sent a text about it all being a big joke. you'd spent time actually debating on sending him the video, only to second guess yourself and send a circumstantial text instead, to which satoru confirmed it was only a joke.

♡ big brother satoru, who doesn't know how badly you've missed him while you've been away at college. it all started when you would show your new friends pictures of your family, and everyone's eyes immediately drifted to satoru. beautiful cerulean eyes, stark white hair, a tall, muscular frame. everyone always told you how lucky you were to have such a hot brother, everyone always asked, "is he single", and each time, a small fire of annoyance started in the pit of your belly. i know all this already, you would think, he's my brother. but only your brother, so why did you try so hard to stop others from getting to know him?

♡ big brother satoru, who has no clue that you jealously think of all the women he's fucked as you lay in your dorm room late at night. you've never brought any of them home as something serious, but you remember the nights your parents would be out and he'd bring home random hook-ups, which, in your childhood, was simply an annoyance. the random women he would bring home while you sat in your bedroom, movie ready to play and watch with satoru, would always fuck up your plans to hangout with your brother. sometimes you thought they were more important than you.

♡ big brother satoru, who doesn't know that you lost your virginity in college out of spite. you wanted to see what was so good about sex that your brother could abandon you on movie nights to hook-up with some cheap woman he found in god-knows-where. the night you lose your virginity, it still doesn't make sense to you, not from your perspective anyway. the guy had wanted to fuck you since he'd laid eyes on you at your college campus. you figured he'd be the perfect one to ensnare in your trap. it hadn't been a pleasant experience, not for you. it hurt, and your bedsheets were stained with drops of blood. it was all-too cramped in the tiny dorm bed to really do anything of special note. it was simple missionary with a guy who obviously didn't have much experience, but the look on his face - oh the look on his face was priceless. he was so eager, so desperate, so entranced in you that he could barely control himself. maybe, you thought, this is why satoru does it.

♡ big brother satoru, who doesn't know that you went through quite a few... "trial and errors" during your first few months of college, constantly seeking out that face from men. flushed cheeks, eyes brimming with tears, men who would beg and plead for just a single taste of you. you found yourself thinking of satoru each and every time you laid in bed with a man. wondering what his face looked like in the moments he was buried deep inside another woman- your brother. you had to always remind yourself, he was your brother. not an ex to get back at, or some guy who'd majorly scorned you - just your brother.

♡ big brother satoru, who doesn't know that, when you finally started to enjoy the physical aspect of sex, you started imagining his face beneath you each time. you tried your best to stop, to tell yourself that they were just intrusive thoughts (and your ears burned each time, maybe someone else was thinking the same), and that it would resolve once you went home for winter break and actually interacted with your brother. maybe, you just needed satoru to be annoying enough that you forgot all about him during these intimate moments. still, it didn't help the first time you called one of your random one-night stands by your brother's name. he swiftly left after that, walking through your dorm door wondering, "who the fuck is satoru?"

♡ big brother satoru, who doesn't know that he's left you in an even worse state after you return to college from winter break. all you can think about are those text messages. what if you had sent that video instead of questioning how he knew about it? would he have called you a weirdo? would he have labeled you as one of those people who really wants to sleep with their sibling? would he have used the video, admired it?

♡ big brother satoru, who doesn't text you much during your second semester of college. your birthday is quickly approaching, along with spring break, and you know that you'll be seeing your brother. you bite your lip anxiously every day, wondering what the interactions with him will be like. communication between the two of you has been so scarce, you can't imagine that it won't be awkward when you meet again. so, you decide to send him a text to clear the air. "hey, i know we haven't spoken much, but when we come home for spring break, i just want things to be normal. i don't think you're weird or anything... and i'm not mad at you. i just want my big brother back."

♡ big brother satoru, whose heart (and cock) ache when he sees your message come through. you just want your big brother back? something about the messages makes him pine for you even more. he, too, wants his little sister back, but not only in the way you do. satoru, who has been finding girls on campus who share striking similarities with you and fucking them ruthlessly into the mattress, doesn't know how he's going to go home and look at you with a straight face. when he can't find someone who looks even minutely like you, he picks up girls who don't mind being fucked from behind, and he imagines that it's you. he knows it's supposed to be wrong, but if it's him, the satoru gojo thinking it, doing it, it can't be wrong... right?

♡ big brother satoru, who responds to your text precociously, simply saying, "i love you, everything will be fine. i miss you, too".

♡ big brother satoru, who sees you again during spring break. you're another year older, and this time, you don't hesitate to meet his eyes or to run into his arms when you see him. he wraps his arms around you, pulling you close to him, and my god, you smell so good. this time, there's no boyfriend with you, no tight dress, it's simply you - and he can't stand that he can't have you.

♡ big brother satoru, who during the beautiful spring season, tries to spend as much time as possible with you. he finds that you've changed just a bit. the awkward, weird girl he grew up with was now attracting the attention of passersby constantly - men always looking you up and down in the pretty little sundresses and skirts you wore. your personality had become more bubbly during your time in college. you'd become a real catch, and every time satoru thought of this, it made his heart ache in the worst way possible. some day, you would make someone very happy... and it wouldn't be him.

♡ big brother satoru, who catches himself staring at the plush of your thighs frequently when the two of you are alone. or staring at your cleavage, tits pressed tight against whatever piece of clothing you were wearing. he noticed that you preferred low-cut tops and tiny skirts, and he wondered, sometimes, if it was to purposefully draw the attention of others. other times, he wondered if it was simply because this was who you were.

♡ big brother satoru, who is completely oblivious to the fact that you wear these cute little getups just for him. ever since his first suspicious text, you've wondered if he'd have the gall to make a move. you find yourself wanting him to make a move. your brother has always been attractive, you've known this because you've watched friend after friend fall in love with his shining blue eyes and charming attitude, but it's only been recently that you've started to see it for yourself. satoru, who doesn't know that, sometimes, late at night, you touch yourself as you think of him. fingers circling your clit and working your insides haphazardly, wishing it was him doing it to you instead. spring break is coming to an end, and you're beginning to wonder if the lingering gazes you catch and the close brushes of his hand are just a figment of your imagination. you wonder, how would he react if you took it upon yourself to make a move on him? would he pull away? be disgusted? a part of you fantasizes that he'd lean into your touch, show you what it was like to be with the satoru gojo.

♡ big brother satoru, who doesn't know that you've hatched a plan to clarify his intentions, what he wants from you - if anything. three days before spring break comes to a close, you find yourself nestled in satoru's bed - nothing unusual. the two of you sit in comfortable silence after discussing mundane things such as classwork and upcoming schedules, how totally disinterested you both are in going back to your respective campuses. breaking the silence, you turn around to face satoru, who is lying on his side under the covers, face buried in his phone. "did i ever tell you why me and that guy broke up?" satoru turns to face you, the light from his phone illuminating his brilliant features. "no, you didn't. i didn't want to ask 'cause i thought it might make you all emotional". you grimace and shake you head. "no, i wouldn't have gotten emotional over it. he totally overstepped his boundaries."

♡ big brother satoru, who raises an eyebrow, interest piqued when he discovers that your ex-boyfriend made you uncomfortable in some manner. had he hurt you? had he laid his hands on you? "the fuck did he do?" satoru asks, turning off the phone screen and setting it down. the only light in the room comes from satoru's outdated and totally-not-in-style led lights that bathe the room in a light blue, almost the same color as his eyes. "he said he didn't wanna be with a girl that seemed more interested in her brother", you huff out a laugh, satoru's expression of confusion not lost on you. "what?" he sounded as though he was in disbelief, and you simply nod. "mhm. he said i talked about you way too much. said that winter break was weird because i was always asking him to hang out with you, but he never wanted to." satoru's entire body flips over, and he's so close to you now, you can feel the heat of his body emanating across the small gap between the two of you. "you didn't tell him about that text i sent you?" he asks. you shake your head and laugh. "why would i tell him about that? he was already suspicious. that would've made him think there was definitely something going on with us." satoru takes a moment to think. "hm..." he sighs deeply, as if contemplating something serious. "so the text wasn't what made it weird over winter break? it was your boyfriend?"

♡ big brother satoru, who is completely caught off guard when you answer his last question. "no, that didn't make it weird. you're my big brother, i share everything with you. i always have. i don't think showing you a little clip of a sex tape would be weird. not unless you made it weird. then again, you are known to make things kind of-" satoru cuts you off suddenly. "then show me." satoru, who is so entranced in the idea of watching you get railed, doesn't notice you biting your lip in anticipation. he's biting the bait. "you sure?" you ask. suddenly, the atmosphere in the room becomes tense in the same way it does before you know you're about to hookup with someone. that intensity that is born from a mutual lust between two people, whether it be pure biological instinct, or simply circumstantial. satoru nods, "maybe i can give you some tips since i'm such a great brother."

♡ big brother satoru, who is so, so thankful that your parents went to bed a long time ago. satoru, who is so thankful that their bedroom is on the other side of the large house they live in. satoru, who is so thankful that your parents can't hear your screams coming through the video that is playing on your phone. your ex-boyfriend was filming you from behind, delivering backshots that satoru found subpar, but he can't deny that seeing your wrists encircled by your ex's free hand and held behind your back as he delivers deep strokes is turning him on in a way he's never felt before. he wants so badly to see your face. why the fuck did this jerk only get an angle from the back??? satoru's eyes widen at the way your back arches, the moans that spill from your lips, and the pleas of "please, keep fucking me!" it's all too much for him. satoru gojo has never once in his life wanted to be anyone other than himself - at this very moment, he wants nothing more than to be your ex-boyfriend. to be anyone you've ever fucked.

♡ big brother satoru, who chokes up when you say, "what? cat got your tongue?" as you pause the video and tuck your phone away. he sighs, completely frustrated and absolutely pent-up. he can't let you see the hard-on that's raging in his pajama bottoms. yes, this is supposed to be nothing more than an educational moment between siblings. he's supposed to give you some sort of feedback, tell you something that could be improved on, tell you- "he sucks at fucking. and filming." and satoru mentally slaps himself. never in his life has he been this flustered. "oh, and how would the great satoru gojo improve this performance?" you ask. "for starters, i'd have you in a position where i could film your face. your my sister, so you're the absolute cutest. secondly, his rhythm is just... off. and he's not doing much for you other than just going in and out. i can't imagine that's actually grade-a sex." you chuckle and bit and nod. "yeah, it wasn't the best. i just made a lot of noise so that he'd feel good about himself. honestly, i could've had my face buried in my phone the entire time and that likely would've made it more interesting." there's a tense silence between the two of you. it lasts for a long moment and neither of you like it. satoru shifts slightly in the bed, and you snuggle deeper into the sheets, trying to hide your face. "you should show me." your voice is quiet as you make the request. you don't meet satoru's eyes, as you're sure he's confused. you couldn't handle it if you looked into his eyes and saw disgust.

♡ big brother satoru, who stares at you in disbelief. "show you what, exactly?" he asks. your face is still buried in the covers, so he can't read your expressions - can't tell if you're playing a cruel joke on him to get back at him. "ugh, show me how it's done properly, stupid. you are my brother, you're supposed to be some sort of guiding light in my life, right?" satoru is quickly melting into your words, but he needs to see your face before he does anything. he needs to know this isn't a joke. before you can react, he's ripped the covers from your face - your flushed face, cheeks red, pupils blown, lips quivering, the expression that has been the ire of each and every orgasm he's had since you ran off to college. "tell me you want me to, and i will. I'll show you everything."

♡ big brother satoru, who after hearing your shy confirmation, has you on your back in mere seconds, ripping your pajama bottoms off in an instant. he's nestled himself between your legs near the edge of the bed, and "holy shit, satoru, slow down-" he's already spreading your legs wide for him as you tell him to slow his pace. he's pressing soft kisses to the inside of your thighs, lifting one up and throwing it over his shoulder before biting the inside, causing a whine to bubble up and spill out of your mouth. "nu-uh, can't slow down. not when you're right in front of me looking like this." his hands glide gently along your legs as he continues to press kisses to your thighs, imagining all the nasty things he's going to do to you, his perfect little sister.

♡ big brother satoru, who throws your other leg over his free shoulder, kneeling down low, low, lower, his mouth meeting your clothed apex. he stares up at you - you, biting your lip, trying to contain your moans. "don't hold it in now, sweet girl." his voice is sing-songy, and you wonder if this is the voice he uses on the other women he devours. "mom and dad are sleeping, so i wanna hear everything you have to give me." you release the grip on your lips, blushing as satoru gently rubs his mouth against your clothed cunt. you're already soaked. when did you become like this? when he hitched your thigh over his shoulder? when you were showing him the video? satoru, who doesn't know you've been wet since the moment you stepped into his room, fully intent on fucking him if he'd give you the honor. satoru, who fully places his mouth on the fabric of your panties, causing you to let out a gasp. his tongue moves masterfully up and down the fabric, his tongue dragging against your clit as you buck your hips into his mouth. his hands moved from where they're perched on your thighs to roughly grip your hips. he flattens his tongue against your cunt, lapping up every bit of juice that spills from your underwear, and it's not enough. not for either of you.

♡ big brother satoru, who slides your underwear to the side, allowing his mouth free access to your soaking cunt. he uses his tongue like a bonafide slut, dipping in and out of you rhythmically, thumb circling your clit as his free hand tries to hold your hips down, but he finds it hard to fight against the way you're bucking up against his mouth so vigorously. moans are spilling freely from your lips as you sink into a pleasure you've not experienced before. your ex never ate you out, he always said it "wasn't his thing". instead, your big brother takes care of you, teaches you about things you haven't experienced. and satoru just loves the way you ride his face. he could die like this. his family could hold the wake in this bed, and he'd be perfectly content. your cunt tastes heavenly, and suddenly he realizes why so many wars have been fought over women. satoru sucks on your clit gently, causing your knees to push together, squeezing his head between the fat of your thighs, and he swears his cock is twitching harder than it has all night. still, he wants more. he wants more for himself, and for you. he uses a free hand to push one of your knees away and he can feel your leg shaking. his mouth leaves your cunt only for a moment, and he gazes up at you, mouth glistening with your slick and juices. "want more, baby?"

♡ big brother satoru, who crooks his fingers deep inside of you as he continues to switch between circling your clit with his tongue and suck on it with his plush lips. you're a mess. legs shaking, moans and whines spilling from you constantly. again, he finds himself so thankful that only the two of you are awake. his middle and ring finger move inside of you, constantly brushing against a spot that causes you lose your sanity. your hips move on their own, smashing your cunt against his mouth, riding his fingers to your first orgasm, and itsallsomuchatonce. your hand finds its way to satoru's hair, gripping tightly as you cum in his mouth, on his fingers, hardly able to catch your breath as the tight coil in your lower stomach snaps viciously. and satoru doesn't stop. he gives you no reprieve. he continues eating you through your orgasm, the pain you experience from the overstimulation converging with the immense pleasure you're getting as you're coming down from your first high. "s-satoru, i-i can't, w-wait-" but he doesn't. your big brother continues his crusade of your cunt, sucking on your clit and fingering you at a rapid pace, hitting that same spot over and over and over - and you're cumming once again.

♡ big brother satoru, who when he emerges from your cunt, looks absolutely demolished. his hair is a mess of white strands, some sticking up from the way you've pulled and tugged on his hair, and some plastered to his face from a mix of sweat and your juices. you're so spent. you don't think you can continue, until your sweet big brother leans close to your ear, "you can keep going, can't you, pretty girl? wanna give me another one? this time on my cock." and suddenly, you can't breathe again. satoru presses a soft kiss to your cheek, running his thumb across your cheekbone, and how could you possibly say no?

♡ big brother satoru, who, looming above you, frees his cock from his pajama pants, before completely tugging your panties off. he motions for you to sit up and you comply. you raise you arms as satoru tugs your shirt off, as well, throwing it across the room. you didn't wear a bra, being that you were just lounging around the house. you didn't wear a bra, because you'd hoped that you might end up in this position with satoru, anyway. but you'd be lying if you said that the way he stares at your naked body didn't make you self-conscious. his eyes roam freely across your body, taking in the sight, memorizing every dip and curve of you, committing all of it to memory because he doesn't know if he'll ever get to see it again, though he prays he does. you move to cover your breasts, and squeeze your thighs together, concealing your most intimate areas, and in an instant, satoru is pulling your knees apart, planting himself firmly between them, before he reaches for your arms. "nuh-uh, pretty girl. i wanna see everything. you're too pretty to be playing hard-to-get with me. i might just lose my mind if you start restricting me now. look at what you've done to me." satoru takes ones of your hands, guides it to his rock-hard cock, and wraps your hands around it. his face is flushed, he looks so fucked out and he hasn't even put the tip in. you look down, really examining what he's working with for the first time since he's pulled his cock out, and your breath catches in your throat. how is that going to fit??? his cock is massive, prominent veins throbbing as his cock twitches in your hand. his balls sit pretty right under the base of his cock, full of cum that he's ready to absolutely fill you with. "wanna keep goin'?"

♡ big brother satoru, who gently lays you down on your back, fluffing the pillows around you as he prepares to enter you. before he gets a chance you protest, "wait! i'm the only one completely naked... a little unfair, don't ya think?" satoru laughs heartily and sits back on his thighs. "oh, ya wanna see what's underneath? undress me, then." of course, he isn't going to make it easy. you lean up, motioning for him to raise his arms up, and he complies. you tug at his shirt, and he helps you by wiggling out of the fabric because he's positively too tall for you to undress him by yourself. and of course, he's a greek god underneath his shirt, as well. he's all muscle and ripples and he looks like a marble carving. it's completely unfair. "you can touch, if you want." he leans in close to your ear, licking a trail up the side of your neck. "i want you to." your hands find themselves trailing up and down his solid abs, eyes entranced by just how beautiful your brother really is. no wonder he's had his fair share of women. but you don't want to think about them. you would like to imagine you're the only woman he's thinking of at this moment - at any moment. as your hands roam his chest, he leans down to kiss you gently on the lips, his tongue asking politely for entry into your mouth, and you grant him this. satoru, whose hands cup your breasts, fingers playing with your nipples as he continues to kiss you, slowly coercing you back to lying flat on your back.

♡ big brother satoru, who continues to kiss you as he lines his cockhead up with you entrance. he stretched you as much as he could with his fingers, but he knows it's still going to hurt. he presses little kisses along your jawline, taking a moment to look into your eyes lovingly before pressing his face into the crook of your neck. "you ready? 's gonna hurt a little. just hold onto me." satoru lifts his head and uses his hand to grasp his cock as he guides it to your entrance, his other arm caging you in on one side of your head. you do as he says, and grab onto his arm, mentally preparing for him to enter.

♡ big brother satoru, who kisses your breathless moans away as he enters you slowly. your face is screwed up and contorted in discomfort at the slow burn that envelops you as his cock splits you wide open. "doin' so good, pretty girl. my pretty girl. always been my pretty girl." he whispers quiet affirmations into your ear over and over, inch by inch, until he finally bottoms out in you. your grip on his arm is a vice as he gives you time to adjust to the cock that's absolutely gaping you. you swear you can feel it in your stomach, as his cockhead presses gently against your cervix. "you ready?" he aks, and you nod, a singular tear gathering at your waterline. satoru wastes no time wiping it away and kissing your cheek.

♡ big brother satoru, who moves slowly at first, still letting you adjust despite the primal urge to fuck you senseless into the mattress. his own breath becomes ragged as he struggles to contain his excitement, his eagerness. this is what he's wanted for the past year. satoru gojo isn't used to not obtaining the things he wants within a matter of days, yet he's waited a full year to make you his, and his cock twitches at the thought. his thrusts are deep and slow in the beginning, and your fingernails leave half-moon prints in his arm. your head is turned to the side as you mentally fortify yourself against the pain of his cock splitting you in two. it's when his free hand reaches down to circle your clit that the pain begins to turn into an undeniable pleasure. "ah! yes, like that!" you give him praise through instruction, and satoru grins. his hips begin to move quicker, his pace becoming a steady rhythm as he fucks in and out of you meticulously, doing his best to make sure he doesn't hurt you.

♡ big brother satoru, who, cock twitching inside of you, loses his sanity when he hears you whisper, "harder, satoru, please", and he absolutely obliges you. his pace quickens, the arm you were grasping finds you thigh and hitches it over his shoulder before gripping your hips and bringing them down to viciously meet the base of his cock. the scream you let out makes satoru sure that your parents are going to wake up, but the electric feeling going through you is one you have no control over. satoru takes control of your hips, slamming you into his cock repeatedly as if you were nothing more than a ragdoll and you writhe underneath him, begging him for more, begging him not to stop. at this point, you swear he's in your guts. each and everytime he slams you down on his cock, his cockhead bullies your cervix, veins of his cock brushing against that same spot that brought you over the edge when he was fingering you. he fucks into you at the pace of a madman, and when you look at him, leg thrown over his shoulder, hands on your hips, you can see how fucked-out he is. his pupils are blown so wide you'd think he'd taken drugs. his face is flushed, a sheen of sweat covering his forehead.

♡ big brother satoru, who removes his hands from your hips, slips his cock out of you for only a second, and manhandles you so that you're on your side. he throws your leg back over his shoulder before slipping right back in and this time, you're seeing stars as he pounds into you over and over with no mercy. his hand rests on your hip, still guiding you down on his cock and he pistons into you at a breakneck pace. you can't help the screams that spill from your lips as he fucks you into oblivion. "please! satoru, please, please don't stop! 's so good! please, your cock is so good!" and satoru can see it in your eyes - you're a goner. you're so fucked-out, you can barely think. the only thing you can think of is another orgasm being ripped from you. the only thing you can think of is your brother wrapping his hand around your pretty little throat and ramming you over and over. so, you take matters into your own hands. you frantically reach for his hand that's on your hip, bringing it to your throat, and encouraging him to press down. the look in his eyes is one you'll never forget. sinister.

♡ big brother satoru, who, as he chokes you, realizes his perfect, sweet little sister truly has become a minx. he chokes you, cutting off your screams as he fucks into you with reckless abandon. your cunt pulses and spams around him as he bring you to yet another orgasm that he continues fucking you through. you try to move your hips away from him, but he simply chases you down. "nu-uh, don't run away from me, pretty girl." he leans down, his hand wrapping around your chin so that he can force you to look at him as he fucks into you. he's so close, so very close. and he wants to look into your eyes when he cums. "'m close, pretty, where do ya want it?" and you can barely think. you can barely see, but you're being entranced by the beautiful blue eyes in front of you. you weren't lucky enough to get those eyes. maybe your kids would. "i-inside! wan' you to cum inside, please, satoru, please!" and satoru, momentarily shocked, gathers himself quickly as his cock twitches furiously and balls begin to tighten. "inside, huh? i'll take responsibility, then." and satoru, hand wrapped around your pretty throat, cums hard, his orgasm hitting him like a bolt of lightning. every bit of breath in his lungs escapes as he spills everything he has into you.

♡ big brother satoru, who takes such good care of you afterward. your legs are still shaking, unable to stand on your own two feet, satoru brings you everything you could want. water, food, a washcloth, and a towel. he carefully cleans you, demanding you simply lay back and let him do the work since he "wrecked" you. you don't even argue with his cocky praise of himself. he did, in fact, wreck you. your mind is blank for nearly an hour after your last orgasm. so, this was the power of the great satoru gojo. "so, d'ya learn anything?" he asks. you take a deep breath, eyes staring up at the ceiling of his bedroom. "i learned a lot. i learned that getting head is one of the greatest gifts on earth." satoru makes a sour face. "only from me." and then his expression turns into one of shock. "wait! your boyfriend never ate you out?" you shake your head in denial and satoru gasps, as if offended. "what a fucking loser. if i died with you riding my face, i'd die a happy man." you look over and him and giggle. "oh, shut up. it can't be that good." satoru clucks his tongue. "nu-uh, sis, it really was that good. my feedback for you is that: i think there are a lot more things i could teach you. though, you seem to be all in-the-know on the whole choking front. didn't know you were already kind of freaked-out."

♡ big brother satoru, who sees more than a glimpse of hope when you give him feedback on his own performance. "ya know, i think next time, you should really pull out the camera. a real athlete always watches their footage back." and satoru gives no argument.

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keferon · 6 months ago

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Did I spend two hours writing this? Ha! No, why do you ask. *lying through my teeth* anyway come here Mecha au Texaid enjoyers. come get yall juice.

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Vortex isn’t sure when it started. Doesn’t even dare to try to pinpoint the when, why, where and how of it. Just that it exists. Some forgotten feeling stored in the deep recesses of his somewhat intact consciousness that has resurfaced. It burns him, tears down at the steel walls he had formed around himself. Makes him feel like he’s being broken down then built up again.

It’s a wonderful, terrifying feeling that eats away at him the more ‘he’s’ here. The more that secretly unhinged medic-turned-pilot crawls into his cockpit, every time getting more comfortable with connecting with him literally and figuratively. With Aid slowly coming to not outright radiate hatred with every encounter. Sharing stuff like music, who they couldn’t stand, and answers to the most stupid questions like ‘wha’s your favorite color?’. Vortex had cackled at Aid for that one.

At first he rejects the feeling. Stops it at full force, imagining it going through a trash compactor or being incinerated to ash. He makes himself believe it’s a game. Empty threats, flirtatious behavior and cutting banter puts him at the top 5 of First Aid’s Most Annoying Motherfuckers to Ever Exist list. A tidbit of information he is proud as fuck of.

But that denial came to a stop the moment Shockwave had stepped into his hangar while Aid had been in his cockpit, his visor the only shield to keep that creepo from getting near him. Vortex may have been a homicidal maniac, but there had always been something about Shockwave’s presence that made him feel suffocated even back when he was alive. It took some silent processing to realize—and goddammit he hates himself for it—how afraid he had been. Not so much for himself but for the little flesh bag hidden away inside him.

It had rocked him, that’s for damn sure. When Aid had asked what made him different from all the other pilots Vortex had disregarded and killed, he answered truthfully at the time. ‘You treat me like a threat, like I’m the one in control of this power instead of you.’ And while that still held some merit, it changed kind of. ‘Threat’ turned into person. And the power that he holds became more and more of Aid’s. How easily Vortex was swayed into giving into Aid’s requests.

The first one being to dissect that Quintesson. He had reveled in the way it squirmed and screeched, trying fruitlessly to get out of their grip. Vortex considered to simply rip it in half for fun, until he felt something from the connection in the drift. A sort of fascination and curiosity quietly humming through the link. Took him longer than he’d like to admit to realize it wasn’t coming from him but Aid. A drive to know how this creature worked, how to best take it apart to examine its insides. And before he knew what he was doing, Vortex did, cutting it as neatly down the middle as he could manage. He remembers the shudder of excitement from the link, at how different that alien was, how this information could benefit battles in the future. The bombardment of information and feelings had shocked him, though he of course didn’t show it, but it also sent a thrill of wonder through him. ‘This freak’ he had chuckled to himself, feeling as Aid leaned out from his cockpit to examine the creature.

After that he realized how dangerous this was. The power Aid unknowingly held over him, and all he needed were his words. But he found that he didn’t care all that much. Especially not when Aid would sometimes fall asleep in his cockpit after a grueling mission, and Vortex would snap his visor at anyone who tried to get him out. Moments like that made him wish he still had a human body. To flick the nerd’s nose, to ruffle his hair, to playfully shove him. Thoughts like those made his non-existent heart throb, sickening himself with those sappy sentiments. He will never mention this to Aid, you’d have to rip it out of his cold, dead conscience.

Standing in the hangar, he’s not sure when he had decided this promise to himself. Doesn’t even try to pinpoint when. But he knows that if this little ant ever died, he wouldn’t stop destroying everything in his path until he either killed the one who had done it, very slowly at that, or deactivated with vengeance still roaring through his circuits.

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ot8xbangchansgirlsblog · 7 months ago

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Love the 0T8 story and requests... I have a request, please...

All of the members love on the omega physically, but chan really wants to be the one who breeds her first. He has this overwhelming desire to see her full with his pups. He has dreams and " gets off" to the image of her and hearing her sweet moans. One day he see omega helping han with a sprained wrist and seeing her all motherly and lightly scolding han for running in sock in the house, just makes him feral. He has reader go to their shared room and basically tried his best to ask if she would want this, without jumping her. They discuss it and she reveals to him she is due for her heat in 3 days and he rushes to his calendar and notices he is due for a rut at the same time. So they decide to do it then and we'll 3 days later and all the boys away, they go crazy and a few months later, hello plus sign!

ℍ𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕪 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪.

Warning: fluff/smut/blood

Summary: Request!

TW! Mention of Mpreg.

Only Felix and Y/n are omegas

A/N: Please note that this isn't my normal content and there is quite a graphic link in the chapter! This was quite very uncomfortable for me cause i never write smuts BUTT it was such an interesting experience and i would not mind writing smuts again if you guys are interested in it. Im just giving you guys a heads-up cause idk how i feel about like my wording and stuff.

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📍Studio

"Chan you've got to tell her, her heat is in 3 days," Changbin groaned. "Quite frankly i think all of us want to put a baby in her but you're taking too long."

"I know, i know. It's just that. I'm nervous bin," Chan replied. His hands were in his hair as he struggled to focus at the task in hand.

Producing music.

Ever since him and Felix did the show where they had to hang around a toddlers, he couldn't stop thinking about getting his Luna pregnant. He couldn't stop thinking about her walking around all swollen with a bump.

Just the thought about him and his packmate's putting so many babies in her made him go feral and he couldn't take it anymore.

"Well you better figure it out because lix's heat is after that and if you want both omegas carrying pups time isnt on your side," Changbin shrugged. "You know lixie would never allow to get pregnant before Luna-ssi."

Changbin was right. Felix would never allow to disrespect Y/N like that and the alphas would never get any of the omegas pregnant before he did.

"Don't you think i know that Changbin? Im trying okay? just give me time," He huffed before laying his head down on the table.

📍Home

“Jagi, I got all the snacks you asked me to get!” Lee Know called out as he walked through the door, hand in hand with Han.

“Coming!” Y/N responded quickly, her voice bright with excitement as she hurried down the stairs.

Lee Know smiled at the sound of her little footsteps approaching, followed by a delighted squeal.

“Hey babe!” She got on her tiptoes to give him a quick kiss, then turned to Jisung, offering him the same affection.

“We tried to get everything, but we just couldn’t find the heating pads you like, so Channie-hyung said he would bring some on the way back from work,” Lee Know explained, handing her the grocery bags so she could check everything.

“Oh my— you guys are the best! I think that’s all I need,” she said, her eyes sparkling as she rummaged through the bags.

“If you need anything else, just tell me, okay?” Lee Know said, removing his jacket and shoes as Han followed suit.

“Your heat is in three days, my love. Please don’t forget like last time, and don’t eat all the snacks!” Han whined, making his way behind her into the kitchen as she began to unpack.

“It was one time!” she fake-pouted. “Plus, I’m going to put these away. Can you help me start on dinner?” She turned to Han, who was already rolling up his sleeves.

“Yeah, sure! What should I start with?” Han replied, eager to assist. He washed his hands quickly, ready to make her life a little easier.

“Maybe start with the meat?” Y/N suggested, looking around the kitchen. “There it is— it’s quite a bit, so I’ll help once I store these away.” She handed him the package resting on the counter and moved to grab her snacks and drinks for the ‘heat’ room.

“Be careful! The knife is sharp!” she warned before turning to leave.

“I will,” Han smirked, watching her walk away. Her body moved with a sway, and he couldn’t help but groan, cursing his alpha for being so utterly in love with her.

As Y/N walked away, she caught a hint of Han’s arousal in his scent and giggled softly. She loved how her alphas were so drawn to her; it made her feel confident and beautiful, just as every omega should.

“I’ve gotten all the scented clothes I could find and some fresh sheets, baby! Where should I put them?” I.N interrupted as she made her way down the corridor towards the basement.

“I’m about to go downstairs. Can you put them down there? I’ll probably start nesting tonight,” she replied, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She felt an overwhelming rush of love for him as he took care of her so well.

“Yeah, sure, anything for you,” he smiled, following her down to her heat room. Her scent grew stronger, wrapping around him like a warm embrace.

“Just place them there,” she said, pointing mindlessly to the bed before starting to stock the fridge with everything they had brought home.

Once I.N placed the clothes down, he made his way over to her, wrapping his arms around her waist. Her scent had become sweeter since last night, and he craved the closeness.

“You smell so good. Let Alpha take care of you,” he mumbled against her scent gland, his voice low and soothing.

“Baby, I know you want—” Suddenly, a loud yelp followed by a cry pierced the air, making both of them jump.

Y/N sprang into action, wanting to ensure everything was okay. She dashed out of the room and into the kitchen, I.N hot on her heels.

“What? What happened?” she panicked, rushing to Han’s side and examining his pained face.

“I cut my hand!” he whimpered, seeking comfort from her.

“Oh, Hannie, I told you to be careful!” she pouted, gently taking his hand to assess the cut.

“It’s okay, baby. It’s not that bad. Go to the living room. I’ll be there in a second,” she said, slowly shooing him to sit down. He frowned but obeyed her instructions, reluctantly heading to the living room.

“Innie, can you finish this up? I’ll be back in a bit,” she asked, passing him a clean knife.

“Yeah, I got it. Don’t even worry,” he replied instantly, releasing a soft scent of pheromones to calm her, sensing the tension in her scent.

Grateful for his help, Y/N grabbed the first aid kit and made her way to the living room. It was empty, meaning the boys were probably in the gaming room or the home studio, likely oblivious to what had just happened.

Rolling her eyes, she sat on Han’s lap and gently took his injured hand. “How many times do I have to tell you to be careful with the knife, Jisungie—” she began to scold him, her voice laced with concern.

“I’m home!” The pack alpha called out from the door, interrupting their moment.

“In here!” Y/N called out, continuing to scold Han as she tended to his hand.

The house smelled sweet, and Chan recognized Y/N's scent immediately. It enveloped the space, overpowering everything else. A mix of honey and vanilla, it was reminiscent of baked goods, filling him with warmth but also an undeniable hunger.

How was he going to face her? His alpha was already growling and howling, barely making it through the door. He hated her heats; they completely unraveled him. Now, on top of that, he was grappling with his own rut, and her intoxicating scent was only making it worse.

“What’s going on?” he smiled, forcing cheerfulness as he stepped into the living room and took in the sight of his two mates on the couch.

“Han cut his hand,” Y/N sighed, glancing back at the pouting boy.

“I said I’m sorry, noona,” Han whined, his voice a mixture of embarrassment and pain.

“I know, baby, but you can’t keep being clumsy like this. Just the other day, you twisted your ankle playing football with the boys,” she chastised gently.

“And chan you need to talk to him because he’s been getting hurt a lot, He wont listen to me!” she added, furrowing her eyebrows in frustration.

“Baby—” Chan groaned internally. Why was she going into ‘mommy mode’ right now? Of all times, especially in that sundress he loved. He felt utterly screwed.

“Okay, I’ll talk to him,” he sighed, instinctively covering his front with his laptop bag as he felt heat rise within him.

“Good! Now go get the boys for a snack. You guys have had a long day,” she instructed, her voice sweet and satisfied with herself, completely unaware of how turned on Chan was.

“All done, baby. You’ll feel better, I promise,” she said, placing a gentle kiss on Han’s plaster before getting up to clean up the mess. Chan stood there hesitating, his eyes wandering over her body.

This rut was going to kill him, and he felt it tightening around him like a noose.

After dinner, Y/N found herself seated on the floor, carefully trying to help Hyunjin with his brushes when Seungmin called for her running down the steps. She could see the worry etched on his face as he paced in the living room, clearly upset.

“Y/Nnie!” he called out, rushing to her side.

“Yes, my love? What is it?” She looked up at him, curiosity sparkling in her eyes.

“Can you please help me fix it? It ripped,” Seungmin pouted, sinking to his knees between her legs.

“Oh dear,” she frowned, taking in the damage. “I can fix it! Let me grab my sewing box.” With a warm smile, she gently brushed his hair away from his eyes.

“I really need to get you to a haircut,” she sighed, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead before standing up.

“Fine, but not too much!” he huffed playfully.

“Deal. Just a trim, I promise.” She took the sweater from his hands, making sure not to disturb the others gathered in the living room.

As Chan watched Y/N interact with Seungmin, he felt even more confident about putting a baby any her. The way she cared for them—so nurturing and loving—made his heart race. He couldn’t help but imagine her with their future children, how gentle and warm she would be. A blush crept up his cheeks as he entertained some playful thoughts about their future.

“Can I come?” Chan’s voice cut through, curiosity evident in his tone. This might be his chance to steal Y/N away for a moment.

“Yes, of course! It’s going to be boring anyway,” she shrugged, leading the way to her room with Chan close behind. Once there, he settled onto her bed, admiring her as she worked on the sweater.

“Y/N?” he called softly.

“Hm?” She looked up, and he felt a warmth spread through him—she was so soft-spoken and gentle.

“What do you think about having kids?” he asked, not wanting to waste another moment.

She paused, a small smile forming on her lips. “Well, that’s kind of my purpose as an omega, you know? To be bred and nurture pups,” she giggled.

“So you’re open to having a pup right now?” His smile widened, heart racing at the thought.

“Yes, baby, of course I am! I’ve been waiting for a while, actually. You know I’m not getting any younger,” she said, laying the sweater aside to sit on his lap.

“Is this why you boys have been trying to sniff me every time we… well, you know?” she teased, raising an eyebrow.

When omegas get pregnant, their scent changes distinctly, and it was no secret the boys had been checking to see if she was expecting.

“Y-yeah, but we wanted to make sure you were sure since your heat is coming up soon, and I want to be the first—” he stammered, feeling a rush of excitement.

“I’m all yours, baby. You can get me pregnant,” she confirmed, and Chan felt like he was soaring. His hands wrapped around her, pulling her into a deep, lingering kiss.

“I love you,” he whispered against her lips.

“I love you too,” she replied, her eyes sparkling with joy.

Trigger Warning 18+:

The next day was rough on Y/N’s body. Her cramps had begun, and all she could do was stay in the heat room, wanting to avoid triggering any of the boys’ ruts. Chan was already feeling his own rut coming on, and it would be difficult for the pack to function with two of their mates in such a state.

She had successfully built her nest, surrounded by soft blankets and pillows, and now she was nestled in the middle of the bed, wearing only a big shirt that Lee Know had given her. The fabric felt comforting against her skin, a reminder of the love and care from her mates, but it did little to quell the throbbing ache in her abdomen.

Y/N shifted slightly, trying to find a comfortable position, but the discomfort was persistent. She focused on her breathing, willing herself to relax.

In between her legs felt like it was on fire as her insides clenched around nothing. Her womb screaming to be filled by one of her alphas. Her nipples were sore under her shirt.

"Hurts..." she whimpered as she squeezed her legs together looking for some type of friction.

Slick was building up and sweat made her hair stick on her skin as her body burned, "Alpha," she cried knowing the boys could hear her through the bond. "Need you please," she whimpered in pain.

Outside the door, all the boys except Chan were trying to calm themselves down. I.N couldn't stop pacing back and forth, and it was starting to irritate everyone.

"I.N, get your shit together!" Seungmin shouted, smacking him hard across the face.

"If he doesn't go down there to breed her, I will," I.N growled, rubbing his cheek.

"He has this one chance and he's not even here," His alpha was furious with Chan, knowing that Y/N was currently suffering down there crying for one of them.

"You know, Chan said he wanted to be the first," Leeknow got up making sure to stand in front of the other alpha. He wanted to make sure I.N didn't charge towards the basement.

"I'm not letting you try to strip that honour from Chan, he's the pack leader. He gets the omega first." The tension in the room thickened as the two alphas squared off, eyes blazing, each unwilling to back down.

"I'm here," Chan stepped into the room.

"No need for all this min, you know it's just his I.N's alpha talking. Step down," Chan's voice was hoarse and he looked awful.

Leeknow scoffed before grabbing his keys. "I can't stand being in here anymore hyung. We have to leave. Just for our sake," He grabbed his duffle bag off the ground.

"We'll see you guys later, Felix call me if things get bad," Changbin was dead serious knowing how rough Chan could get when he was all alpha mode in his rut.

This was a rule in their pack. They knew how possessive they could each get over the omgas so they all just would leave the house and go down to the cabin until it was all over.

"i will, i love you guys and stay safe," Lix walked them out to the car before waving them off and coming back into the house where he found Chan almost collapsing.

His scent was now even stronger and more musky than before. He knew his alpha's rut had began. It was probably because he was now closer to Y/n. She was just a few doors down.

"Oh no, Hyung!" Felix gasped, "Did she trigger your rut already?," he said concerned. Felix quickly ran to the alpha's side to stabilize him from falling.

"I need to go down there now," Chan couldn't take it anymore, his body sweating as he took each step.

"I-if I hurt her, Lix-"

"You won't, Hyung. She trusts you. You've never hurt me before. You'll be okay," Lix kissed his lips before slowly helping him inside the room. His eyes were fully deep dark red. Fuck, game time.

There she lay. her legs spread apart. Little whimpers escaping her lips. She was shaking probably from the pain.

"i'll come check in on you guys in a bit," Felix whispered before quickly leaving the room.

"Alpha?" she looked up from her position, her eyes were glistening.

"I'm here babygirl," he was soft, trying not to jump at her. "Does it hurt hm?"

"Please, n-need you. Need pups. Need to be full. Please," she fell into his arms as her legs quivered. He let her sit right on his throbbing dick.

"You were supposed to start your heat in two days, you just couldn't wait to get pregnant hm? Needed me to breed you so fast?"

"N-no," she whispered. She looked away shy and embarrassed.

"Oh?" he furrowed his eyebrows, "In that case should I just go call-"

"No! No pack alpha always first. Need you. Wanna be a good luna. Wanna carry Alpha's babies," she cried gripping onto his shoulders.

Her nails dug into his skin as her core touched directly on his. She let out a painful groan and started to grind.

"Baby stop that," he groaned, removing her and laying her on the bed. She lets out a whine and cries in frustration.

"I'm gonna take good care of you, my sweet luna."

"Just put it in, please," she interrupted, her eyes flashed gold then blue. Her omega was fully in control.

His hand pinned her down into the bed, his head slowly nuzzling into her shoulder. Her scent fogging his mind as she let out little whimpers.

Her legs wrapped around his waist and he continued to slowly leave small kisses down the sensitive skin around her gland. She felt like slick was now pooling under her as she squirmed at the sensation.

"Gonna let me mark you up, princess?" he growled into her ear. His teeth slowly sank into her skin on the original mark that she had.

She let out a loud moan as he started to lick the bite. She felt like she was going to go feral.

He ripped her shirt apart and she squealed, his mouth landing on her nipple (A/N: Lord save me, I hate this sm).

"Ch-Channie, sensitive," she whimpered, "sensitive." Her body was on fire. Her legs wrapping tighter around him.

He looked up at her before admiring the marks on her neck. He was proud of his work of art.

In no time his pants were on the floor, her eyes landed on his raging boner. His tip pink and swollen already leaking pre-cum.

His hand then slid in between her folds as he slowly guided his dick into her entrance. She's screaming, she's squirming, and both his hands quickly pinned her waist down.

"Behave," he growled and slammed himself inside of her.

"Oh Channie, so deep. Oh my-" Chan's eyes landed on her bare tummy, his panting on top of her.

"Look at this, baby, I can see my dick in your womb," he smirked as he watched the bulge.

"Mnfhggg" she's in lala land. She can't take it anymore, it's just so deep. She cant talk.

"So full alpha," she wraps her arms around his neck.

"Gonna be walking around with a baby bump hm? Gonna grow my baby in you?" He groaned.

"Yes...Please. Yes! Gonna be a pretty mommy just for you," She was crying. Her tears soked the blanket as every thrust pulled her closer to her orgasm.

"So fertile for me baby, look at you," That was the push chan needed. He felt his dick twitch before he came deep inside her.

TW: Chan breeding Y/N link

When Y/N’s heat finally subsided, she lay in chan's bed now, her body marked with bruises—deep blue and purple prints decorating her skin like a canvas of passion. She was completely out of it, lost in the haze of post-heat exhaustion.

"I think you really did it this time, babe," Felix teased, pulling the damp sheets off the bed with a smirk. They were cleaning up the heat room since Felix's heat was soon coming and slick was really hard to get off sheets.

Chan beamed, a glow of satisfaction radiating from him. "Those were the best four days of my life," he replied, his excitement palpable.

Felix chuckled, tossing the sheets into a pile. "Do you think she’ll be able to go to work on Monday?" he asked, his voice light despite the situation.

"I doubt it, but we’ll see," Chan groaned, stretching his limbs before grabbing his phone from the bedside table. He felt the weight of fatigue settling in, but his heart was still racing from the intensity of the past few days. "I’m gonna check on her and then pass out for a few hours. Thank you for taking care of us these past few days," he said, leaning in to plant a soft kiss on Felix’s lips. Without him, Chan wasn’t sure how he would have managed to care for Y/N.

"Anytime, hyung," Felix replied, his voice warm.

Chan’s eyes twinkled with mischief. "Are you ready for your turn?" he smirked, a teasing glint in his eye. "I promise I’ll be more gentle with you."

Felix's cheeks flushed a deep crimson. "Yes, alpha, I am," he stammered, the thought of being the next omega to be bred both thrilling and embarrassing. "But I think we should get you rested up first."

"Yeah, well, I can’t wait," Chan laughed, the sound echoing with joy as he headed toward the stairs.

As Chan slipped into the room, he couldn't resist the urge to lay down beside Y/N. She was fast asleep, her breathing gentle and even. With a tender smile, he rested his hand on her lower belly, feeling the soft curve beneath his palm.

He marveled at how her abdomen had already begun to swell, a beautiful sign of their growing family. The thought sent a thrill through him, excitement bubbling up inside. Soon, they would be parents, and their pack would expand in ways they had only dreamed of.

Chan closed his eyes for a moment, allowing the reality of it all to wash over him. He imagined their little ones, the laughter and joy they would bring, the chaos and love that would fill their home.

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locketsvault · 2 months ago

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I’ve seen a lot of ppl write about Anaxagoras cosmic eye and chest, whether that be sfw or nsfw. It’s been quite a topic and for good reason. But after this update, I’ve given it some thought, and tbh, I feel it would take him a lot longer for him to feel comfortable letting someone touch his left eye than it would his chest. Hear me out. (Spoilers for 3.2)

1. The loss of his eye is tied to his sisters death. Its trauma is a lot more intimate/personal. It’s like having two scars, one having a more tragic story than the other. That one you tend to keep more hidden no?

Yes the loss of his eye is less connected to her death itself, but it’s the catalyst for why he does what he does. He sacrificed his eye in order to see her again. It was all for her. Now I don’t think he’s inherently ashamed of what he did, tbh I think he isn’t at all. He got what he wanted, he learned valuable information from it, and he has to be careful how much he exposes or else he can’t continue. Which brings me to my next point.

2. His eye is always covered, I don’t think just for cosmetic purposes. I think it’s a balance between hiding the act of blasphemy he committed that would surely get him kicked out of the grove, and also bc it is a very private thing he had done. It’s also on his face, a more vulnerable area. I mean, it used to be his eye.

Hyacine confirms herself that he never takes off his eyepatch, even when he’s alone. A small part of my wonders if it’s also for protection reasons, the eyepatch has more practical uses too. But for this sake of this post, I think it’s genuinely bc he doesn’t want to be caught. But also, bc it’s very intimate.

3. His chest I believe was done during the attack on the grove. I don’t think it was there before imo, but I could be wrong. We don’t really have any art pre attack that shows his body. And I don’t think the devs cared about changing his entire model for the echos we see when we first get to the grove.

The reason I think that void formed was bc of all the alchemic events that he had done during the attack. He sealed the black tide in the grove so no one else would be harmed. He created echos for us to find when we arrived (though he somewhat explained the exchange in his echos for this one). While looking at the research with Hyacine, he performed a ritual to try and merge the core flame with his body—though ultimately failing, every single thing he did required an exchange. He says it multiple times, alchemy follows the law of equivalent exchange.

But every single one of these, aren’t intimate. They aren’t personal. He even shows the void through his shirt.

4. Also… we know his heart was transmuted into a philosopher stone. That’s a very vital and vulnerable organ that’s no longer in its usual spot. His chest is a lot less of a threat.

I feel like if he ever let anyone touch his eye, he’d really have to trust them. It takes courage on his end too, he has to allow himself to open up in such a way. He’s prideful and arrogant, but at heart, he’s a broken child who’s lost everyone. Have faith in the gods they said, and even they abandoned him. Anything linked to his sister is personal. I genuinely believe it would take a lot of trust to let someone though it, let alone see it.

I kinda went on a tangent besides my original point but yk. Also, if I forgot anything or am wrong pls do kindly lmk! I’m still figuring him out and I know I missed some important stuff!

#anaxagoras #hsr anaxa #anaxa x reader #anaxagoras x reader #rants #I could 100% be wrong but this is just my opinion 🤷🏼‍♂️

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my-great-big-book-of-fan-fiction · 25 days ago

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Hii! I really like your writing and I was wondering if you could do like something along the lines of reader being a suspect of a case he is currently investigating (it doesn't have to be the Kira case) and he keeps her under surveillance, like what he did with Light in the Yotsuba arc. It could like showcase how L and reader have to adapt to certain situations (showering, changing, sleeping ect). Err uhhh yeah! I don't know if that makes any sense. It could be like dairy entries or just third person. Fluff or smutt is a-ok! (Idk if I can request that this is my first time asking on Tumblr) Thank you! :D

sorry this took so long to get to, I liked it so much I made it a little longer!

Warnings: reader is a little handsy, brief oral, PinV

L has noticed (Y/n)'s numerous attempts to get him in bed with her. He can't say he minds.

She's a leading suspect in a...moderately important investigation: an American crime ring, suspected to be responsible for the laundering of millions of dollars, distribution of drugs and weaponry, and the deaths of at least 20 victims.

L was fairly sure that (Y/n)'s father was the head of it all, but he refused to confess. His alibis were frustratingly airtight, and nobody else would budge in their corroboration. Thus, L would detain what was most important to him, his daughter, as both a suspect and collateral for two months. His hope was that he could convince the criminal to confess, either by threatening her incarceration, or finding better evidence when locked up with her.

So, here he was, linked to her by a three-foot chain.

She was less than pleased, clearly, but took it in stride. "Anything to prove dad's innocent," she nodded, teary-eyed and quivering. It was quite convincing, he almost believed it...until he caught the faint scent of onions on her fingers moments later.

He said nothing about his observation, simply clasped one cuff to her hand, and the other to his.

now, he had her seated across from him, in his personal hotel suite. "I can't allow any cellphones or personal devices...you understand, of course. Please hand them over now."

She scoffed and grumbled, tossing over her phone.

He gave her an expectant look.

More grumbling, with the addition of an MP3 player, burner phone, and iPod.

"Your family has no involvement in any criminal activity...but you have a burner phone?"

She smiled. "I use it to call guys I like to hook up with. Can't have dad knowing about that."

"You're an adult. You still have to follow your father's rules of modesty?"

"I mean, I live with him, and he pays for all my stuff, so...gotta follow his rules."

He nods. He didn't believe her story, not completely, but he would accept her answers.

meanwhile, she was having to figure out getting the hell out of here without being caught. This guy was a world-renowned super genius, and she was a barely 20 something living off her dad's crime ring. She was crafty, sure, but not 4D chess level smart, not like him.

So, that raised the question of how to get on his good side, maybe even convince him to let her go. What did she know about him? He was smart...weird looking...dressed like a bum...probably a virgin-

Bingo.

Super genius or not, he was still a fuckless nerd, and she ate fuckless nerds for breakfast. There was a reason she got the chess club to do her homework on a rotating system for all of high school, and it wasn't because she asked nicely.

she smiled coyly, and brought her legs up to curl up on the couch, a...tasteful amount of thigh showing now that her mini-skirt rode up even higher. He didn't look down, his eyes locked on her face. Annoying.

"So...what about stuff like...showering?" Her voice had dropped to a noticeably more intimate tone, slow and careful. Like she was luring him in.

"The shower has an opaque curtain, and the toilet makes a practical chair when the lid is down."

He wants her to sit on the toilet while he showers? He wants to sit on the toilet while she showers? She has to hold back the biggest eye-roll.

"Oh, alright...what about getting dressed?"

"I've acquired a changing screen, for your privacy and mine."

"Kay...so, where do I keep my clothes?"

"In the closet."

"With all of your clothes? What about my...intimates?"

He shrugs. "Use a drawer."

Not even a pause, not so much as a stutter at the mention of her underwear. "Okay. Well. Now what?"

He pauses. "Do you enjoy cake?"

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(Y/n) spends the first 24 hours reading or watching over L's shoulder as he works, as well as gorging herself on whatever treats he's eating. She has yet to seduce him, at least not to her knowledge. He doesn't do a ton, just sits there and atrophies for hours upon end as he works. She had to shower that night, and drag him away from his little set up to do so.

"What will you do when I take off my clothes?"

She tries to pull him farther into the bathroom, but he only lifts his limp arm at her tugging, not moving from his place at the doorframe.

"I'll turn around. You have plenty of space to change now."

"I thought you were going to sit on the toilet," she teases, the chains rattling as she pulled with more urgency. He padded forward, and shut the door behind him. His reluctance was a good sign for her, it meant he was nervous.

"I will." He turns around, and she begins to strip. She made a point to drop her clothes from a higher distance, so the fabric would make more sound hitting the floor.

She unclasps her hot pink bra, and accidentally tosses it in his direction. It hits the floor, and slides to the tile beside his feet. "Oops."

L looks down, but doesn't comment or react.

(Y/n) pulls the shower curtain back, and turns on the water. The water heats up quickly, the perfect temperature to make some nice steam. "You can't see me through the mirror, can you?"

He was in the middle of squatting on the toilet, faced to the wall. "Not at all. You're safe to do what you need to."

She bites her lip. He was so boring. "Mm...I don't care if you see me, anyway."

L, once again, makes no reaction. He knew what she was doing. It was quite original, he had to admit he's never been flirted with before, but her acting needed work. It was rather exaggerated, like that of a cheap porno.

Her idle humming played in the background of his thoughts, while he considered the purpose of her playfulness. Did she realize he wouldn't let her out, even if she did manage to seduce him? Or...was this a way of getting information about her father's case? He had to be careful. He glanced to the bra on the floor. Even if she wasn't winning any Oscar's, she was still pretty. Pretty, and with soap that smelled like cupcakes. This might be more difficult than he anticipated...

The curtain rod squealed against the metal hooks as she pushed the fabric to the side. She stepped out, one pedicured foot at a time, and wrapped herself in a towel. "Alright. Your turn."

He turned his head to look at her over his shoulder, covered with nothing but thin polyester. "I won't be showering tonight."

She crinkled her nose, and stepped closer. "What do you mean? Do you shower in the mornings?"

"No. Watari has a device made specifically for me to clean with."

"A device? Like...what kind?"

"...like a washing machine."

She cracks a grin, and steps closer. "You should try a real shower. They can be nice, like standing in the rain."

"I have no interest in that."

her gaze travels from his eyes, to his lips, to his chest, and before he knows it she's a hairsbreadth away from him. "Well...if you ever want to learn-" her hand lands gently on his chest, manicured nails against his shirt- "I'd be happy to help you."

He looks down at her. She looks up at him. He carefully plucks her hand from him. "That won't be necessary."

She sighs, and steps to the counter. "Just a suggestion."

He stands there, and watches with boredom as she goes about her nightly routine. So much work. He brushes his teeth while he's there.

When they're both done, she steps away, ready to change into her pajamas.

He has no choice but to follow her. She gathers some clothes from the dresser, and walks to the divider working as a changing room. He has to stand there, and wait for her to finish. The towel gets tossed up on the top of the divider, and within minutes she's slinking out, drapped in a tiny silk slip.

L makes no reaction to her clothing choice.

"I hope this is alright. I usually sleep in the nude."

"It's better than nothing. There are two seperate beds, you can pick whichever one you like the most."

Better than nothing? That's it? "Alright...I want the one closest to the window."

He nods, and guides you to the beds, both set with matching comforters, nightstands, lamps, and pillows. They were less than a foot apart, it wasn't worth it to have two beds in her opinion.

She settles in by the window, and he takes a laptop from his nightstand. He seats himself on one of the pillows, and boots up the device to keep working.

"You're not going to sleep?"

"I don't need to."

That made her next plan slightly harder, but she could deal with it. After about thirty minutes of laying still, the AC cuts on. Hotel ACs always have a big vent by the window.

"L...I'm cold..."

"There are blankets in the closet."

"...It's too dark in here, I can't sleep. Do you think I could-"

"There's a lamp next to you. It has a dimmer, if it's too bright."

"...I can't sleep in new places, could I please lay with you? Just for tonight?"

"I don't see how that would help."

"Please?"

He sighs. "I suppose."

She jumps out of bed, and walks the one step it takes to get to his bed. He scoots over, and as she lays down, the chains settle between them. "Thank you."

He doesn't answer, he just keeps working. He was tough to crack.

She sighs and tosses and turns, but he's patient with her. Eventually, she actually does fall asleep.

And unbeknownst to her, has a sex dream.

At first, L thinks she must be pretending. Pretending to whine and mewl in the back of her throat as he hips shift. But he quickly realizes that's not the case, when he glances over to see her expression. It's a little too realistic for her crummy acting.

He stares for far too long, long enough for his computer to automatically shut off, simply watching her movements. The gentle squeeze of her thighs. The parting of her lips. The soft whimpering. He mindlessly leaned inward. He only snaps out of it when he can feel her breath on his cheek.

With a deep, steeling breath, he powers his computer back on. As he looks to the keys to type in his password, he catches of glimpse of something. That was odd...and a little concerning.

He hasn't had a real boner since he was a teen.

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the next day goes about as slow as the last, the same routine. When (Y/n) gets up, she doesn't bother changing out of her slip, she'd be staying in anyway. She does, however, take the time to fix her hair. She has a man to catch, after all.

It was so boring, sitting next to him without any phone or music. It made her restless.

"So...is this something you do often? Chain the daughters of your suspects to you?"

"No." He stirs his tea, and takes a sip. "Many have never even seen my face. You should feel privileged."

"Sitting here with nothing to do doesn't feel like a privilege. You don't do anything other than work?"

"I do plenty of other things. I eat, I use the restroom-"

"No but, what about for fun?"

"This is my fun."

She rolls her eyes. "What about when you were younger? When you weren't working?"

"...I've always worked."

"Always???"

"Since I was a child. I've taken small interests in things now and again, but this has been the only thing that's sustained."

"I guess that makes sense. Must be difficult to entertain someone so smart."

He shrugs.

"Well...what about physical stuff? Have you done any of that?"

"I don't follow."

"Like...sex. have you ever had sex?"

A choppy segue. "No. Its purposes don't suit me."

"You've never wanted to try it?"

He takes a fork full of chocolate cake, and stuffs his face with it. "Mn, when I was younger, perhaps. After further investigation it wasn't worth exploring."

"Maybe that's 'cause you've never had the chance."

"I don't think so." He's tired of this conversation, and he'd like to get back to work.

She pouts. "You don't have a TV or anything I can watch?"

She really was a foil to his work. Maybe that was her goal, to annoy him into making no progress. He picks up the landline by the couch. "Please send up a personal television."

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Now that she was sated with the TV like a toddler, he could work in peace, and the rest of the day went smoothly. It wasn't until the shower that something arose. It went as usual at first, (Y/n) goes first, L sits on the toilet. When she got out, she stared at his back for a moment.

"Are you going to shower tonight?"

"As I said, I don't shower as the average person does." She was right though, he did need one. He hated the feeling of sebum in his hair and on his face. "I'll have to use-"

"Wait." She smiles. "How are you gonna use that thing if we're chained together?"

He paused. He hadn't thought of that. How had he not thought of that?

"My offer still stands," she teased.

"...no. I can do it myself." He stands, and they swap places.

She doesn't sit like he does, meaning she gets to face the curtain. How fun.

L finds showering to be a straightforward process, though not nearly as efficient as his machine. Soap, make bubbles, rinse, do it again. Tedious. By the time he was done, she was thoroughly bored.

Bored, until he stepped out. He had grabbed a towel to wrap around his hips...and that was it.

He was skinny, of course, but there was this sort of muscle underneath...strong core, must be from how he sits...and there was this whispy black happy trail peaking out from above the towel. Dear god.

He saw how she looked at him. He assumed that it was another act...though she must be getting better at it.

The two of them left the bathroom to get dressed, her before him. She put on another silk slip, and he wore...basically the same thing, but with sweatpants instead of jeans.

"Sleeping tonight?"

"I will."

She smiles. "Can I please sleep with you again?"

He wants to say no...he should say no. "Fine."

the two settle in, back to back.

30 minutes later, when she's sure he thinks she's asleep, she rolls onto her other side, nuzzling her face into the back of his neck. Simple, innocent. Can't blame her, she's asleep.

L knows what's happening. He can't say it doesn't feel nice, that it doesn't send tingles up his spine, but it's still a ploy. He won't say anything. No matter what she does, no reaction will only lead to boredom, and eventual sleep on her part.

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It's been several more days, and (Y/n) can't help but be pissed. They were settled into bed for the night, her sleeping by him now a habit, and she was silently fuming. Everything she's thrown at him, the dreamy glances, the flirtatious remarks, her lacy underwear: all of it was ineffective. She feared the worst.

It couldn't be.

Was he...gay?

That was the only possible explanation for his disinterest!

"What," he asks lowly.

She's been staring for the past few minutes.

"Are you..."

He waits.

"Are you gay?"

He blinks. "Why do you ask?"

"Because you don't- you're not-" how does she explain this without giving everything away?

"Because I'm not fawning over you?"

He was annoyingly right. "Well- yeah! I mean, look at me!"

"Attraction is subjective."

"Pfft- not when you look like this." She gestures vaguely to her body.

...she was annoyingly right. "Perhaps I am gay."

She gives him a sidelong glance. He didn't sound very convinced of himself. "...no you're not."

"What does it matter, if I am or am not attracted to you? It won't change anything."

"Well, I think you're attractive."

"That's irrelevant."

"I think you are attracted to me. I think you're just trying to cover it all up, because you think I'm a criminal, and you're not supposed to be attracted to criminals. I think you want to fuck m-"

His lips crash onto hers, one of his big hands holding the nape of her neck to keep her against him. It's not very sensual, but it is passionate, incredibly so. When he finally pulls away, she's completely silent. "There. Is that all you needed?"

She stares at him. He stares at her.

She pounces, enrapturing his lips with hot, fervent kisses. He does nothing to stop her. His arm slides up her back, into the dip of the arch as she clambers into his lap.

It's a needy mess as they practically rip the clothes off of each other, first his shirt, then her slip, then his pants.

He leans forward, pressing her against his knees as he devours her neck.

He can feel her hips grinding hungrily against his, the growing amor an air that permeates and arouses.

She hooks two fingers in the band of his boxers. What were we working with?

She yanks them down, and...

Dear. Lord.

Long, veiny, blush pink at the mushroom tip. Oozing semi-translucent pre. That whispy black happy trail, leading to heavy balls.

She tentatively wraps a hand around the length, and with the way his hips involuntarily buck into her grip, craving something tighter and wetter, it's a clear sign of his lack of experience.

Her strokes were slow, teasing, her manicured nails standing out against the pale backdrop of his dick. He didn't moan or squirm, he barely made an expression. But his need was in his eyes. The way he watched her every movement, the drag of her now pre-cum covered hand as it pumped him.

Just as it started to get good, she released him. He didn't look away from his own member, watching as he twitched and oozed. It had been a while since he saw himself like that.

He only looked up when he felt her shift between his fingers, rising on her knees to pull down her panties. She was right in front of his face, the black lace slowly removed to reveal something that smelt obscenely sweet. She looked delicious, like she's plated up just for him. He wondered how...

As she got the panties halfway down her thighs, she felt something slither against her clit, a swirl of pleasure followed by confusion.

Looking down, she realized L had leaned in, and taken a taste of her by sliding his tongue through her folds. "Have you ever done this before?" She had to be sure...he was a little too good at this.

He looked up at her, and brought his hands to her bare hips to hold her still. "No."

With no reaction from her greater than a nod, he decided to test the waters even further. He locked his lips around her clit to give a slow but firm probing of his tongue. At the sound of her moaning, he knew he had done something right.

Meanwhile, as he curiously licked and suckled, she did her best to focus on finally getting her panties off. She had to eventually unsaddle from his lap, to his moderate disappointment, and shove them off her calves onto the floor.

When she got back into his lap, she didn't stand on her knees, so he could no longer taste-test. Thankfully, she was more than happy to kiss him sloppy as a replacement. He can barely focus with how her hand comes to adjust him, or how his tip slowly presses into the heat of her wet cunt.

She wastes no time taking him all the way in, the stretch maddeningly perfect, the way he brushes against her cervix nothing less than addicting.

"Mn...L," she gasps, setting a ruthless, needy pace that has him clutching her hips, the chain between them rattling.

The bounce of her tits, the heat of her skin, the rounded sounds of her moans: it was thoughtlessly addicting, carnal and needy in a way his other past times weren't.

He could get used to this.

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She woke up the next morning, sore and disoriented. She barely knew up from down. Probably because she was laying upside-down.

L might be the best she's ever had...and God, was he resilient. Round after round after round, like it was nothing. She glanced to the spot beside her. He was curled up, sound asleep. Sort of...cute.

If he weren't the detective out to get her father, she might consider a relationship with him.

She scanned his face, serene and softly snoring, hair still stuck to his forehead with a light sweat.

they did all of that in one night.

How much could they get done in two months?

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storiesforallfandoms · 1 year ago

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too far ~ jschlatt

word count: 2231

request?: no

description: in which he takes his dickishness a little too far

pairing: jschlatt x female!reader

warnings: swearing, rpf, angst, use of y/n, schlatt being a dick, insecurities and self...issues (?),

masterlist (one, two, three)

*i read a fic with this premise like a week or two ago but i cannot for the life of me find it anymore and i needed some mean schlatt angst turned fluff so i am writing my own version. if you are the original author this one goes out to you i will tag you if i can find you*

Everyone who knew Schlatt knew that he was sometimes "mean". It was never serious, it was all just meant to be teasing. For the most part, the worst of it went to Minx who was able to match his energy without it ever affecting her. Everyone else just got a few comments every now and then, but never anything incredibly rude.

Until it suddenly got directed all on you.

You had known Schlatt for some time, having met him through his online friend group while gaming one night. You had become acquainted quickly and you found yourself being excited whenever you knew you'd be playing or recording with him. It seemed like he felt the same way, or at least he was friendly and civil. That was until one recording when you were excitedly talking about something, he suddenly piped up to say, "Jesus, do you ever shut the fuck up?"

Everyone was laughing, so you figured it was just a joke, but it took you by surprise. You knew Schlatt was blunt, but it seemed completely out of nowhere when no one else seemed to mind your babble. You chuckled along with everyone, but you found yourself falling silent for the rest of the recording. Some of the others would include you in the conversation, but you only gave short answers.

After that, it seemed like Schlatt would be picking on you more and more. He rarely had anything nice to say to or about you. It became harder and harder to want to do recordings or streams when he was acting like that, and your mutual friends were starting to notice his continued bullying. It made everyone feel uncomfortable, even if he kept insisting it was just jokes.

It all came to a head when you were asked to do one of those "dating shows" on YouTube. It was you, Minx, Emma, and Jaiden, and Schlatt, Ted, Tanner, and Connor, with Jack hosting it. You weren't sure what the rules were or how the game was supposed to go down, but you loved watching the hilarity of other online "dating shows", and couldn't wait to be a part of it. You were a little weary of Schlatt's presence, but there were so many people involved that you figured you wouldn't get the brunt of his insults today.

Jack sent you the link for the Zoom call. You were one of the last people to join the call, so you were immediately met with a cacophony of overlapping voices. You chuckled to yourself at the familiar chaos. You adjusted your volume settings and positioned your webcam before turning it on.

A high pitched scream brought the conversations to a halt.

"What the fuck was that?" Jack said with a laugh.

"I think it was Schlatt," Ted said.

"Yeah it was me. Sorry, I just saw a jumpscare," Schlatt responded.

"What the fuck are you on about?" Minx asked.

"I saw (Y/N)'s ugly mug suddenly join the call and it scared me."

Everyone was silent. Your face burned and tears started to form in your eyes. Your body moved before your brain could register, your hand moving your mouse to click the "End Call" button. The moment everyone's faces disappeared, you allowed yourself to cry.

For all the hurtful stuff Schlatt had said, he had never gone after your appearance. It was one of your biggest insecurities because you felt like you didn't measure up to other female streamers. Sure, that was a cliche insecurity, but it was your truth. You marveled at how pretty all your friends were and would often mentally compare yourself to them. It wasn't something you had spoken publicly about, so obviously Schlatt didn't know he would touch a nerve, but it still felt like an extremely low blow. Especially for it to be the first thing you heard when you turned your camera on.

You sent Jack a message to apologize for leaving, but you told him you didn't feel up to doing the show anymore. He responded almost immediately to let you know that it was okay and he didn't blame you for your decision. You were shutting down your set up when your Discord started ringing; a voice call from Ted.

"Aren't you supposed to be recording?" you asked, trying to keep your voice even.

"We're taking a quick break while Jack decides if he wants Schlatt to compete anymore," Ted explained.

"Don't kick him off just because of me," you said.

"We don't really want him to play after what he said. It was incredibly fucked up and uncalled for."

"He's said worse to Minx."

"Yeah, but he and Minx have an understanding. We've all noticed that he makes fun of you, but you don't respond the way Minx does. I don't know what his problem is recently, but you don't deserve those insults. You're an incredibly kind person, unlike us assholes."

You chuckled through your tears. "You're not an asshole, Ted."

"I am sometimes, don't lie."

"Only a little bit." You wiped the fresh tears from your eyes and let out a shaky sigh. "I don't want to record with Schlatt anymore."

"I understand," Ted said. "I'll let everyone know, too."

"Thank you."

When you and Ted hung up, you sat back in your chair and took a deep breath. The sting from Schlatt's words was still strong, but you also felt some relief in having talking to Ted about it and him assuring you that you wouldn't have to record with Schlatt anymore. It still upset you that Schlatt made such a 180 when it seemed like you were both getting along so well, but you weren't going to wast anymore brain space on him.

Your phone buzzed from a Discord notification. You looked down at the screen to see Schlatt was trying to send you a message. Instead of reading it, you went to his Discord profile and blocked him.

~~~~~~

It was easier than you thought to forget about Schlatt and his insults. All your friends did as you asked didn't invite you to recordings if Schlatt was a part of them, or vice versa with him. You went on to block him on all social media, and even muting his channels on YouTube so you wouldn't risk seeing him in your recommended. It was like he never existed, and you didn't even care.

You were in the middle of editing a video when a knock came at your door. You assumed it was the Uber Eats you had ordered, so you saved your progress and got up to answer. Instead of finding a delivery guy, you came face to face with the man you had been avoiding for weeks.

"What are you doing here?" you asked. "Wait, better question, how do you know where I live?"

"I bothered Ted until he told me," Schlatt responded.

You rolled your eyes. "Ted's dead to me."

You went to close the door, but Schlatt's hand shot out to block the door. You scowled at him. "Take the hint, Schlatt. I don't want to see you."

"I know you don't, and I get why, but please let me explain and apologize."

"I don't want to hear what you have to say. Honestly, you don't even deserve to take up my time to try and give some shitty explanation for your shitty behavior."

"I know - "

"You really hurt me," you cut him off. "I took the insults in silence because I knew you poked fun at everyone, but they really hurt me. It got to a point where I was dreading having to interact with you every time someone invited to a Discord call and I saw that you were in there too."

"(Y/N) - "

"And then you called me ugly in a call in front of everyone and that hurt the most. I know it shouldn't have given how much else you've said to me, but my looks are one of my biggest insecurities, and I know you probably didn't know that but still, going after how I look was such a low blow. And it hurts so much because I thought we were friends, but suddenly you're insulting me and bullying me at every chance you get, and it almost felt worse than the way you act with Minx so how am I supposed to take it as anything other than you not liking me and - "

Your rambling was finally cut off by Schlatt taking hold of your face and pulling you into him. You were shocked when you felt his lips against yours. Your initial reaction was to pull away and to start yelling at him again, but suddenly your brain switched to tell you lean into it. So you did. You pressed into Schlatt as much as you could; your body against his, your hands on his hoodie, standing on your toes so you could reach him.

Also to your surprise, Schlatt was the one to pull away first. He rested his forehead against yours, keeping his face inches apart from yours.

"That was one way to get me to stop talking," you joked.

He smiled. "Seemed to be the most effective way."

"So, are you about to tell me the reason you were being mean to me is because you liked me? Because if so, that is a very elementary school explanation."

"Unfortunately, that is the reason."

You pulled away from Schlatt and finally gestured for him to come in. You realized you had been standing in the doorway this whole time, and now that you had somewhat calmed down, you figured you'd listen to his explanation. You were much more intrigued now after your kiss, although you were far from completely forgiving him for what had happened.

You led Schlatt to your living room and you both sat down on the couch. You were very much aware of how close you two were sat. His body was inches away from yours. You could be touching him again if you wanted to.

"I was trying to push you away," he said, bringing you back to the topic at hand. "I was afraid you wouldn't like me back, and it felt easier to make you hate me than to risk that rejection."

"No offense, but that's a really stupid idea."

He chuckled. "Yeah, no offense taken because you're right. I should've just talked to you about it like an adult instead of assuming you would've rejected me. I thought the easier route would be to make you hate me, but then that succeeded and I realized how much I missed getting to talk to you. Not to sound too corny or anything, but everything felt empty when you weren't around. I knew I fucked up majorly, and I tried to apologize that night after what happened, but you blocked me on everything and I realized just how far I had actually gone."

You thought back to the call you had with Ted that day when everything had come to a head with Schlatt. "Did you not tell Ted how you felt?"

"Not until I begged him for your address. Listen, I love Ted and all, but the dude has a big fuckin' mouth. He would've let it slip one way or another how I feel about you, and I didn't want that. Actually, no one knew. I kept it to myself completely."

"You're an idiot. You know that, right?"

He nodded. "I'm more than well aware, yes."

"And you know it's going to take more than just kissing me and apologizing to completely redeem yourself? I understand why you acted the way you did, as stupid as it was, but it still really hurt me. I'm not going to forget everything just because you were being stupid."

"I don't expect you to. All I wanted was to explain myself and hope that you'd give me a second chance. I'm serious, (Y/N), I don't think I can just not have you in my life. If you don't want to date, that's fine. I'm okay with something platonic, as long as I have you."

You smiled and finally dared to reach out and touch him. You took his hand in yours, running your thumb over his knuckles. You then dared to lean forward and capture his mouth with yours in a quick, gentle kiss. When you pulled away, Schlatt had a smile on his face. You mirrored it with a smile of your own.

"You'll have to work for forgiveness," you told him. "You can start by taking me out on a date."

"Done," he said. "Right now?"

You giggled. "Maybe tomorrow. I was actually in the middle of editing a video when you came, and I have Uber Eats on the way."

As if on cue, there was a knock at your door.

"That would be it."

"Can I stay and hang out while you edit?" Schlatt asked.

"Of course. But I'm not sharing my food with you."

"Oh, you have no choice. You invited me in and let me stay, therefore you're sharing your food."

"You know what? Go fuck yourself, I take back everything I said."

You exclaimed and giggled as he suddenly grabbed you and pulled you to him. "Too late! No take backs! You're stuck with me for a very long time, toots."

#jschlatt #jschlatt imagine #jschlatt x reader #schlatt #schlatt imagine #schlatt x reader #rpf #imagine #one shot #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom

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respectthepetty · 1 month ago

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Wild Ass Theory - Pit Babe 2

I fucked up and didn't block the tag, so I know some stuff based on everyone's reactions to the trailer, but all I really got out of the reactions is Alan is still fine as hell, and if anything happens to him, I will riot.

I also know Barbie and Charles are going to get married, but I could figure that out from the light up ring box since it was shining so damn bright!

So now that I have watched the trailer, muted, and without subs, I'm here to report on what wild ass theory I came up with based solely on colors and vibes . . . starting with the blue.

Charles is a Blue Boy and Barbara is a Black Brooder, so the beginning of the trailer perfectly captures their love.

Because of Blue Boy Charles, Barbara was much lighter by the end of the first season, and that carries over into this season.

BUT in the scene where Charles leaves Barbie, he is fully black.

So my Wild Ass Theory is I don't think Barbie cheats on Charles. I think his darkness comes from making a deal with the devil.

A whole year ago, way back when a second season was announced with a teaser, I thought Tony was going to use Charles since Charles power was absorbing other powers, and in Jeffrey's visions, he saw Charles bleeding.

So knowing Barbie, he would do anything for his man, including going back to the dark (red) side.

The inside of Barbie's car is red, so I think he is even throwing races to protect Charles.

We know the devil is doing experiments on people, so he can figure out how to give them powers, but I think Charles will be the missing piece of his puzzle.

And this is clearly Blue Boy Charles hooked up for experiments in Peter's lab.

His Blue Boy power has to be the special link Tony is missing, right?!

Therefore, I don't think Barbie is sexually interested in the dark void named Willy, but is trying to get information out of Willy about Tony's plan for Charles.

BECAUSE I THINK WILLY ACTUALLY LIKES CHARLES!!!!!

Pink = 💕love💕 which is why Southwest Airlines and Vegas' Hedgehog are kissing underneath it, so I think instead of Willy being a horrible guy, he is basically going to be Waymond and Peter from last season, and just be an idiot in love who is willing to do dumb shit to get close to Charles like race him at night in little go-carts!

So I think Jeffrey is being sabotaged since he can see the future because the only person who would've told Barbie that Charles would be in trouble is Jeffrey.

Therefore, Tony snatches Alan and turns him into a demon (see the horns!!!!) to keep Jeffrey busy, so he won't fuck up his Charles plan.

But here is the thing — there is a lot of white in this trailer as if angels are coming through.

So Kentana has Kimberly and Alan has Jeffrey to save him.

In the previous trailer, I questioned if Southwest Airlines was going to do something funky to gain powers.

But for a boy that was pissing me off in the first season because he could not get his color together, he showed up in the announcement teaser in white, and now in this trailer he is in white, so I think Sonic will be the one to save North if shit goes south (Kimberly was also in white in the announcement trailer).

And even though I think Barbie is trying to save Charles from being used as an experimental lab rat for Tony, I think Charles will be the one to save Barbie, again, from the darkness.

But, more importantly, I think Waymond Christopher will save them all.

Peter, just like Kentana and Barbie, was always a Black Brooder because of his alignment with Tony, but Christopher is lighter than Waymond ever was.

So I think Christopher will be the one to lighten up Peter, and save the day because if they figure out that Charles is the key to everything while fucking, then everyone wins!

So I think there will be a lot of people sacrificing themselves for the others this season solely because there is soooo much white, and the last time someone wore white it was Waymond in the season one finale and he died protecting them!

So we have all these angels trying to rescue their men all because Black Brooder Barbie needs his Blue Boy Charles back safely.

And out of the clutches of darkness.

Let's see how much I'm clownin' when this premieres next month!

#pit babe #pit babe season 2 #the colors mean things #and they are going to guide me the whole way through #color coded boys in love #sacrifices will be made #I'm very excited to do this all again #got be loud about my clownery #long post

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insanity6666 · 2 months ago

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Molten Hearts 1.5

An interlude before we get to the Big Guy himself.

After reaching your quarters to hide and process, a friend comes to your unexpected aid in an unexpected way.

Part 1

(Pardon if the link to the first one doesn't work I am still new to editing posts and the like)

Warnings, if any: There is alcohol, but they only get mildly drunk/buzzed.

You blinked up at the ceiling, as you had for the past hour, clutching your pillow, as you lay sprawled haphazardly upon your bed. You had stopped crying thirty minutes ago, and had gotten over the manic giggle fit around ten minutes back as the ridiculousness of the situation finally hit you.

You were proposed to.

By accident.

By Vulkan.

“Salt and Stars.” You groaned, shoving the pillow in your face to muffle the sound as it devolved into either a sob or hiccup or laugh or… something. You’re not quite sure. But it was dramatic, which you think you’re allowed to be, considering the circumstances.

How did this even happen? How did you end up married, technically, to a Primarch?

‘Oh fuck,’ You sit up, launching your pillow halfway across the room as you did, as you realise, ‘There had been witnesses. His sons had been right there!’

“Oh for fucksakes…!” You whined, diving into overdramatic cries as you buried your face in your hands. This was a diplomatic incident waiting to happen! What the hell were you supposed to do? How were you to explain this? To anyone? Vulkan, the bastard, doesn’t even realise the situation he’s put you in. Perfectly oblivious to the incident that’s primed like a bomb ready to go off at the slightest disturbance, and it had rested right upon your head all the way back to your quarters.

Another realisation.

Shit. Shit!

You had walked all the way to your quarters. While wearing the circlet. Oh shit. Oh fuck. Ohdeargodhadanyoneseenyou-

A hiss cut through your thoughts as a figure strutted through the doorway. Mitzi, another remembrancer recruited from your home planet, waltzed in carrying a bag no doubt laden with dubiously-acquired spoils. The shorter woman stopped dead at the sight of you, mid-panic, and announced plainly-

“Glad I got the good stuff.”

-Before she unceremoniously dumped the contents on the bed, making a show of all she had managed to get. You also spied a bottle of something familiar, and almost cried at the sight. It was the good stuff, too.

“I’ll get the glasses.” You say, even though you’re tempted to just drink from the bottle. However you just made a new set of drinking glasses and you figured you might as well use them now.

“Why get glasses when its already in glass?” Mitzi teased as she settled on the bed, arranging the pillows and settling in as she began to sort the food and drinks she had brought in. You quickly joined her, jumping on the bed and ruining her work to sort the packages by size and colour.

“I could make an argument for civility, but really if I take that bottle, you aren’t getting it back.” You joke with a sly smile, handing over a glass that had sections tinted so it looked like a salamander beast was weaving around the glass from within. A little on the nose, but it was mostly for practice and they turned out better than you expected. So you kept it as a personal set.

Mitzi blew a raspberry as she took the offered glass, and immediately set about pouring herself an unhealthy amount of alcohol, and handed the bottle to you. You also poured an unseemly amount of alcohol into your cup, and you both tapped the glasses together with a happy ‘cheers!’ before downing half your cups and descending upon the hapless snacks piled between you two.

Thankfully, as you both wiled your time away with good food and drink, your friend didn’t ask about what had put you in such a state when she walked in. Curious, most certainly, by the looks she kept giving you. She would ask, eventually, if you didn’t speak up, but she was kind enough to keep her curiosity in check at least for a while yet.

Something you were thankful for. It allowed you to ignore, and even forget a few times, the box sitting quietly on your desk somehow impossible not to notice, even when turned away from it.

You giggled into your cup, refilled and emptied twice, and would need a third refill soon. Mitzi was cackling as she recounted her time confusing a young Salamander when she explained darkrooms and why they’re needed to process light sensitive photos and pictures. He had been confused on how she did that, as baselines don’t have night-vision, and trying to explain the special red lights and why she can’t use night vision goggles.

“I’ll be back.” Mitzi muttered between giggles as she slipped off the bed and stumbled to your bathroom, cursing as she tripped over her own feet. You weren’t sure if it was from the alcohol or it was just clumsiness… or her legs were asleep, from the weird way she had been sitting… or lying. She wasn’t sure what position Mitzi had been in, but it didn’t look comfortable.

You closed your eyes as you finished off your drink, pleasantly buzzed and beginning to lean towards being drunk, especially if you kept going. Which you would, most likely. Enjoy this levity before you donned your armour and gear and went out to the battlefield with Mitzi and the others, to record the events and witness the deeds of those who fought to protect humanity and the Imperium.

You dataslate dinged, somewhere beneath the pillows, and it took a while to dig it out but you did. You smiled when you saw it was from Vulkan, and cradled your cheek with your palm as you braced the dataslate against one of the pillows.

Opening the message, you read the ‘The preparations are taking longer than expected. Unfortunately we will have to reschedule our plans. I’m sorry to make you wait.’ he had sent, disappointed but not surprised. You expected this, really, and probably shouldn’t have offered in the first place, but you wanted to give him a moment of reprieve. He worked so hard, and always seemed to be doing something, never resting. Never making time for himself. Granted, you don’t know the truth of that, as you don’t spend all your time with him. But you would like to give him that, to carve out time to let him relax, to not be a Primarch or Warlord. Just Vulkan. A father. A friend.

You type a quick reply, assuring him that there was no need for apologies and that now you have something to look forward to after the battle. A reminder to rest, and to be safe, you added on impulse that was probably aided by the alcohol running through your veins.

As you send it before you can think better of it, you hear the door to your bathroom hiss open and close. You’re staring at the screen when you hear Mitzi’s curious coo, and the click of a latch being undone. You realise too late what is happening, and the warmth in your blood and haziness in your head turns to ice-cold clarity with the bolt of panic when you hear:

“What the fuck.”

Flinging yourself into a sitting position, you see Mitzi -the fucking sticky beak that she is- holding the box contraining the cause of your crisis. She is staring at it with a blank, if bewildered, expression. As though she cannot comprehend what she is looking at. You understand the feeling, but right now you just feel annoyed and panicked as you stand.

Walking over, you quickly snap the lid shut and lift the box from your friends hands, and place it back on the desk.

Back to reality, then.

Turning to face the music, you are instead faced with your friends scream of “What the fuck is that?” that was hopefully muffled by the walls of your quarters.

“A circlet.” You state, suddenly feeling petulant. Your irritation at your friend's inability to keep her hands to herself makes your tone more snappish than you meant.

“Yeah, no shit.” Mitzi snarled, more incredulous than anything. “Who proposed? When? Why didn’t you say anything?” Her tone turned more to hurt, no doubt thinking you had been keeping secrets about your relationship status.

“Nobody-” You try, stop, and try again, “It’s not- Salt and Stars! It’s not what it looks like.” You grab Mitzi’s hands with your own, squeezing them. “You know that if I was with anyone, you would be the first to know. If you don’t find out first because you’re a terrible snoop, I would tell you before anyone else.” You speak with all the conviction you can muster, which seems to be enough as Mitzi’s hackles lower as she listens.

“Honey, that is a marriage circlet. How is that not a proposal? Or…” she looks down at the box, eyes suddenly suspicious and slightly panicked, “It wasn’t a proposal? Are you married?”

“No.” You say immediately, but you pause as you remember the events. “Maybe…?” You sigh, closing your eyes. “It’s complicated.”

“How?” Mitzi tsk’s before shaking her head slightly, “More importantly. Who?” She presses, eyes focused on you with the same kind of intensity she gets with her craft.

“Vulkan.” You admit easily, knowing that Mitzi would rather face the cold void of space than share a secret between you two. You would do the same.

Mitzi blinked.

And blinked again.

“Vulkan.” Her question is more a statement, but you nod anyway. “Vulkan proposed to you.”

“No. He didn’t.” You say, already exhausted by this conversation.

“He gave you the circlet. You accepted. You’re married.”

“No, Mitzi.” You sigh, releasing her hands to cover your face with your own. “We’re not.”

“How come? Don’t tell me it’s some stupid ‘symbolic’ thing where he’s not committed to you, because if it is I’m going to have to go into hiding after I kill-”

“Mitzi! Don’t even joke about that!” “I’m not.”

Both warmed and concerned by Mitzi’s loyalty, and ease in admitting she would so readily try to kill a nigh-immortal giant, you try to steer the conversation away from treason.

“Regardless. That wasn’t his intent. Nor was marriage.”

“How could that be anything but intent for marriage?”

“He’s Nocturnean, Mitzi.” You try, gently, to lead your friend down the right trail of thought.

“Yes?”

“He’s not from our planet.” You push.

“And?” Mitzi snapped, crossing her arms. You raise your head enough to level her with a look.

“He’s not from our culture.” You try again. Shoving this time. Hoping she gets the point.

“Oh, by the Skies, you care about that?”

…

‘Mitzi you dumbass’, you think as you grab your friend by the shoulders. “Our ways are not his, Mitzi. He doesn’t know what it means.”

The silence that followed was empty and heavy as your friend processed.

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“Oh, shit.”

“I know.”

“You’re fucked.”

“I know.”

“Are you going to tell him?” She asked, which was the crux of the matter, wasn’t it? You groan as you rub at your temples, eyes lingering on the box that held the exquisite circlet.

“I have to.” You say quietly. “He’s going to find out sooner or later. Better that it comes from me.”

“But…?” Mitzi presses gently, knowing there's more to it.

“I love him.” You admit. “I really, really do. I didn’t expect it, certainly not with a Primarch, and I was happy to just admire him from afar, to be his friend. Then he gives me this, oblivious as you please and he looked so sad when I froze, but then he looked so happy when I accepted and what else could I do? His sons were there and I know I should have spoken up but I panicked and then he put it on my head and I tried not to say the words but they kind of slipped out but they weren’t the exact words, and I know I have to tell him but we're about to enter a warzone and I can’t talk to him about this right now because it could distract him, but more than that what if he gets mad? What if he thinks I’m trying to trap him or that I lied to him? What if he doesn’t want to be friends anymore? What-”

A hand covers your mouth, and you blink at your friend as she stares at you with wide eyes.

“Okay. I see why you were… in a state, before.” Mitzi starts slowly, because admittedly she’s not on this side of the equation. Normally, you are the one acting as the voice of reason in their duo. “From what I know of his character, Vulkan wouldn’t react like that. If anything, he’d probably feel bad for putting you in that situation. You’re assuming the worst possible outcomes, honey, and I feel like that’s unfair to both of you.” She says, lowering her hand and looking at you carefully. Her eyes tell you she’s weighing her next words.

“What if… he doesn’t mind? Sure, maybe embarrassed and apologetic, but not upset. What if, after you explain it, he’s fine with it? What if it’s the opposite of all your fears? You can just return the circlet” You both cringe at the words, uncomfortable, “and after an adjustment period you can go back to being friends like normal. Or… as normal as you two get.”

“As someone who is also my friend, I feel like that says something about you as well.”

“Oh, I know I’m weird. I also know you're deflecting.”

You grumble, annoyed that your friend knows you so well. However, she does have a point. All you have to do is get a moment alone with him, explain everything, and… give back the circlet.

It shouldn’t hurt that much just thinking about it. It was just a gift. Nothing more.

It can’t be anything more.

“Come on. Let’s get drunk and eat our way into a food coma. Then in the morning, we’ll help with the preparations. Then, war. And then, you find your moment with him.” The way Mitzi said ‘find your moment with him’, you can’t help but feel like she’s not just talking about explaining the situation.

However, the lure of soothing your pending heartbreak -and your nerves for the upcoming battle- was too strong for you to think more on it. Instead you went straight back to your spot, and decided to forgo your glass and just chug it straight from the bottle like an uncultured heathen.

The future is uncertain, and you will face this trial eventually, but you feel lighter now that you have spoken your troubles, and more prepared with Mitzi’s guidance. Tomorrow will come with duties and dangers, but tonight you enjoy the simple revelry of good food, good drink, and good company.

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@incrediblethirst, @kit-williams, @beckyninja, @bleedingichorhearts, @jaghatai-khock, @pluvio-tea, @moodymisty, @thethronezone, @iluminatka16 Hope you enjoyed the Interlude! Hope you're ready because I'm not! Up next up is Vulkan's POV, so we'll see how well we do. I make no promises, beyond the fact it will be adorable (probably).

Until next time!

(Also if anyone does or does not want to be tagged pls let me know.)

#Vulkan #Vulkan x Reader #warhammer 40k #warhammer romance #OC #Mitzi was not planned she just kinda arrived #But she's here now #Reader is freaking out and Mitzi helps by freaking out #Having a friend willing to commit treason is a blessing and a curse #I have not edited or proofread this and I probably won't #Onwards unto sleep!#In the meantime #Enjoy. Ya nerds.

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ancha-aus · 1 month ago

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Bitty Surprise - Chapter 11 - Pov Killer

It is Sunday once again! That means another update! we continue with the bitties <3

First Chapter: [Here] AO3 link: [Here]

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Life is great and perfect!

Killer is living The Life and you can’t say anything to change his mind.

How could anything be better?

He is dating the two perfect guys. Like, Killer somehow got both Cross and Nightmare? That amount of luck is probably illegal somewhere but no take backsies!

And!

Just the two most adorable bitties.

Killer has even made some progress with getting to snuggle and kiss Renegade’s tiny skull! And he only got a hiss and one swipe of sharp phalanges from Renegade and only got a suspicious look of Axe in return!

That is so much progress!

It is amazing.

Killer whistles a song as he skips over to the bitty housing. A package in his hands.

Look. Don’t sue him, he just wants to see how far he can stretch his luck.

He was checking out some bitty stores in their usual neutral universe and saw so many cute outfits and he just thinks they would both look great in them!

Killer sits cross legged by the housing and grins widely.

Renegade and Axe are both relaxing by their tiny pool. Renegade looks up at him and immediately looks guarded as he eyes the box.

Killer grins and shakes it a tiny bit “I got you a present!”

Renegade keeps frowning at him. Axe looks up and stares at the box for a moment “What is it?”

Killer grins “I got you two some extra outfits!”

Axe slowly looks down at his clothes. Which are dirty.

Look. It may have been a tiny oversight to just give them a few outfits, which Killer is fixing right now!

Killer nods as he lays the box near the edge so they can easily look inside.

Killer nods “Okay. Who first? You want to go first Renegade-”

“Dust.”

Dead silence and Killer stares at Renegade “What…?” had he… just spoken? Renegade hadn’t spoken since the near soulbreak.

Renegade rolls his eye lights as he looks at him bored “I am Dust. Not Renegade.” And he looks at Axe for a moment. And raises a brow.

Axe just nods and turns “I am Horror. I don’t mind Axe too much but prefer my name.”

Killer blinks slowly.

Oh…

Oh stars…

Killer grins “Yes! Of course! Good to know!” Dust and Horror. Horror and Dust. D and H. That does fit with the writing in that bottle cap!

Killer wiggles and just grins widely at them.

Dust frowns a tiny bit and looks at Horror. Horror tilts his skull and looks at the package “What is it?”

Killer blinks before sitting up right. Right! Present!

Killer grins as he raises the present and opens it slowly, he can see Horror watch with clear interest. While Dust just glances over from the corner of his socket.

Score he got both their attention! Killer grins and raises the first bright blue jacket “Obviously. The blue jackets are already a hit. So I figured some backups would be welcome.” He hands over four copies of the jacket, all large because Horror is a big bitty and honestly it seems like Dust likes to drown in his clothes anyway.

Killer has yet to see him wear any of the stuff actually his size.

Killer grins “Also gives us the chance to wash your dirty jackets.”

Horror frowns “It is fine. We swim with them.”

Killer just stares at them but neither Horror nor Dust seem to think what Horror said was wrong.

Killer takes a deep breath “When… euh… was the last time you guys.. bathed?”

Horror tilts his skull as Dust snorts “We swam this morning.” And nods towards the pool.

The normal sized monster sighs “Yeah, no. That isn’t bathing or cleaning…” Killer wonders if he will lose a phalanges if he cleans either bitty… He thinks he will be relative safe with Horror but Dust tends to go for the kill, not to forget that Horror has been highly protective of his mate and he may attack if Dust gets taken for a bath.

Problem for future him. First clothes.

Killer shows multiple shirts and tiny pants. Most of it is large size but quite a few are also medium. He picked stuff with funny designs and also some bright coloured ones. Killer wants to see if either bitty likes those type of things and give them options. He also got quite a bit of just neutral colours in case they prefer to go with those.

All in all. Killer is very proud of himself.

He pulls out some PJs “And here some pyjamas! That way you can sleep more comfortable in softer stuff!” he hands the first few sets over. Horror tilts his skull as he feels the soft fabric before looking at Dust. Dust frowns at the t-shirt and Killer grins.

“Of course, as Dusty here prefers his hood.” Dust pulls a face at the nickname but remains quiet as Horror nuzzles him. Killer grins as he pulls out the bunny onesie “With hood!” and very cute bunny ears.

Dust stares at it before a blush covers his face and he hides more in his hood. Horror however stares with a lot of interest as he looks between the onesie and Dust.

Killer grins as he hands it over “I got a grey one! With the nickname Horror has for you I figured it would be a nice match!” Dust remains very quiet and Killer can see the tiny blush.

Killer grins “I think it would look cute! A tiny dust bunny!” Horror nods in agreement while Dust makes a very interesting high pitched noise.

Killer frowns “I was wondering. How did you even give Dust that nickname? Like… I immediately thought of dust bunny but I don’t know how often you guys have to deal with cleaning up dust bunnies and stuff from under furniture.”

Horror blinks as he looks at Dust before answering “The way he jumps.”

Killer blinks and looks at Dust “What?”

Dust shrugs but Horror nods “Jumps like a bunny.”

Killer knows his excitement is obvious “Really? Can I see? Pretty please?”

Horror turns to Dust “Please?”

Dust grumbles but gets up as he walks towards the side of the bitty housing, he looks up at the side before nodding as he crouches low and launches himself up and easily on top of the bitty housing. Dust turns to him before snorting.

Killer just stares with his mouth open. Because Dust just did the equivalent of jumping straight up the height of a two floor building, and nailing the landing with room to spare.

Horror nods “Bunny hop.”

Dust sputters and glares as the blush returns.

Killer can’t stop himself as he grabs Dust and coos at him “You are so cute! And that jump! Holy shit! That takes some serious leg strength!” Dust tries to get loose and his blush gets worse with each word Killer says.

Killer coos and puts Dust back down next to Horror, Dust is quick to let out a hiss and hide behind Horror. Still blushing madly.

Killer coos as he leans on a hand and just watches the two “No wonder you were fine outside and in the wild. You could just climb anything you wanted and launch yourself upwards. Serious strong legs there.” Dust having been a full size monster would have been terrifying.

Horror nods and nuzzles Dust “Amazing.” Dust’s blush still hasn’t gone away as he grabs his hood and pulls it even further over his skull to try and hide.

But, Killer can hear that! That very soft purr! That is Dust! Killer grins as he watches the two.

Honestly there is no denying he loves and adores the two bitties. It isn’t even a secret honestly and Killer doesn’t feel bad about it. It is hard not to love the two.

Killer is also very lucky both his partners are in agreement with Killer’s opinion and adoration for the two bitties. Killer had found Cross staring at them both wishfully before. Neither of them had said anything out loud about it before but Killer and Cross had had an understanding between them.

Nightmare ended up sighing and just pointing a chapter in the bitty care book out to them. Cross and Killer had both glanced at it before feeling embarrassed. As it was about how bitties form relationships.

Turns out. That while bitties are small, they are very much still able to consent and feel as normal sized monsters do. It is just rare that a monster or bitty grows interested in each other.

The three of them had spoken about it and how they thought about it with their own very new relationship. And all of them had agreed they wouldn’t mind to involve both bitties on whatever level they wanted. Most likely, only emotional. If they even grow interested.

So… Killer had been trying to push a bit. See where their boundaries lie.

Horror seems fine with most things as long as he gets food for himself and Dust and he gets returned to Dust in the end.

Dust is a bit trickier to figure out. He doesn’t always like being picked up but doesn’t mind getting a ride from one place to the next. He is also a lot sneaker than Killer thought he was. Killer had already tried to grab something out of a bag only to find Dust in there, without ever realising that Dust even left the bitty housing. Killer doesn’t mind being a taxi for the tiny bitty though. It just means that Dust trusts them enough to even allow himself to get near. Which must be very difficult for the previously wild bitty.

Killer watches the two take their time as they shift through all the clothes Killer left for them. Killer must admit he sneaked more cute and pretty clothes in there but that is for them to find and decide for themselves. Even if Killer thinks Horror will rock that little lumber jack outfit he sneaked in there.

Dust has actually gotten his hands on the bunny onesie and seems to stare at it as he feels the material. Horror is obviously just shifting clothes around as he keeps glancing at Dust as Dust inspects the offering.

And yeah, Killer can admit it is pretty much an offering. He just wants them both to love him like he loves them. Is that so much to ask?

Horror tilts his skull at Dust “Bunny?”

Dust seems to get out of his staring as he shrugs before pushing the onesie to the side. It is still in one piece and not pushed out of sight in some corner so Killer will take it as a success for now!

Killer takes some more time to just watch the two bitties interact and do their thing before he goes to the couch and starts up a game. He waves the controller and a second controller into their direction “If either of you want to play let me know! I will start up multiplayer and help you guys get used to the controls.” And he turns back to the game.

Killer plays a few levels as he manoeuvres his character around the dungeon. Looking for items to use and treasures to claim. He plays a few levels and gets lost in the game.

The door opens and that snaps him out of it. Killer blinks and looks around confused at the dark room.

A sigh “Killer.”

Killer looks up and sees the even darker form of Nightmare and he smiles “Mare!” he leaves the game on pause and rushes his partner and hugs him before planting a kiss on his face with a large grin.

Nightmare chuckles and holds him and nuzzles him “Hello love. It is good to see you. Please tell me you haven’t been sitting in this dark room for a long time.”

Killer blinks at him. Looks back at the room. And back at him again “It was light out when I started gaming.”

Nightmare sighs and Cross echoes the noise as he turns on the lights for the room “Seriously Kills. You got to make sure you don’t strain your eye lights so much.” Cross rubs the area under his sockets and Killer leans into the touch with a purr.

Killer hums happily “Sorry.” Even as he says it he tries to get closer for more of that fantastic affection. Cross snorts but happily hugs him as he strokes his skull. Killer sighs before asking half hearted “How did the meeting go?”

Nightmare lets out an even deeper sigh then he did before. Killer shoots him a worried look but Nightmare just shakes his skull and walks towards the kitchen. Killer shoots Cross a worried look.

Cross sighs “Same as always… Dream wanted to talk afterwards and from what I could hear Dream was… pushy about Nightmare having to let himself get purified of his corruption.” Cross shrugs at the horrified look “I know. He just… doesn’t want to hear it.”

Killer huffs as he looks at where Nightmare disappeared to “Maybe… time to bring out the big guns.”

Cross looks over with a confused look.

Killer continues “Some nice wine and cheese. We get pleasantly buzzed and lay together in his bed. Let’s go! I will grab the cheese!”

Cross snorts and nods “Okay. I will grab the wine from the cellar.” And he rushes off.

Killer grins before quickly rushing to the bitty housing. He spots the bitties in their own little storage area where they are still messing with the many clothes Killer had given them. Tomorrow he would try and bath the two and get them dressed in something clean. Killer grins at them “You two need anything? We will be busy for the rest of the evening.” Nightmare always takes the meetings with his twin hard even when he tries to act as if they don’t bother him. Killer and Cross both know it hurts their mate a lot. They will need to help him through it.

Dust frowns up at him “Why go to these meetings?”

Killer blinks “It is our job.”

Dust nods and Killer thinks that is it but then Dust continues “Find a new job.”

Horror looks curiously at Dust and Dust answers the unspoken question “Most large ones have jobs. But they can always switch jobs.” Dust nods into his direction “These meetings make them unhappy. The meetings are connected to their jobs.”

Horror lights up “Which means, to fix that unhappiness. They should change their jobs.”

Dust nods and looks at Killer “When will you switch jobs?” his voice saying the sentence as a fact more than anything.

Killer looks between he bitties. Part of him melts at the fact that these two had clearly been worried about them and had been thinking about a solution. Killer feels sad that… “It… it doesn’t work like that sadly. This isn’t a job we can quit.” Well, Cross and Killer could technically quit whenever they want. But they won’t leave Nightmare behind. Never. Nightmare helped them out of their own personal hell and never gave up on them. Like hell Killer or Cross will give up on him.

Dust frowns “I don’t understand.” He seems deeply offended be this fact.

Horror looks at him as well “Why can’t you stop when it makes you unhappy?”

Killer sighs as he sits down by them “We never really… went into detail about our work because. It gets complex. Remember how after we got you from the store” and yikes just thinking about the fact you can just buy bitties even when they are just as sentient as monsters gives Killer the creeps “We went through this glowy portal door thing?”

Both bitties nod.

Killer nods “Well… it was a portal. To another universe.” The blank looks make Killer rethink his explanation before grabbing a piece of paper “Okay. Imagine your whole life is. This line.” He draws a line. “Now. This is your life as it is now. This is who you are what you do and so this is your universe or timeline. But sometimes. There are very big choices that effect big things like… like…”

Horror nods “Dust following after me instead of staying in the forest.”

Killer grins “Exactly! That is a big choice. So, if you were to have made a different choice.” He makes another line appear halfway out of the other line and shows a split “It can cause a split in your timeline. It leads to a future that is very different from the one you have now, and most likely will make the you in this other timeline or universe another you.”

Both bitties nod again.

Killer continues “That, is what we call an alternative timeline. These splits are not always caused by your own choices either. Like, how Dust decision to follow after Horror didn’t just change Dust’s own life but also Horror’s. And, in the very long run, ours as well.”

Now it takes a moment longer for them to wrap their heads around it before nodding their understanding. Horror has taken to gripping Dust’s hand and Dust rubs Horror’s hand with his thumb, reassuring the bigger bitty.

Killer smiles “Sometimes… things are so very different that the two possible timelines don’t seem to have the same origin at all, maybe somethings look alike or seem to reference each other but it is all so fundamentally different that it just isn’t possible to be the same world. This, is what we call alternative universes.” He waits a moment “Technically, Cross and I are the same person, just from different universes.”

Dust blinks and frowns as he stares at him with disbelieve.

Killer grins “See? Our worlds were so different that there is hardly anything that truly marks us as the quote unquote same. We, those who travel the universes and meet each other, just treat it the same as meeting someone who has the same name by coincidence or who looks like you.” he shrugs.

Horror frowns “This is… interesting. But why tell us? What does that have to do with the work that makes you three unhappy?”

Killer sighs “Nightmare… Nightmare isn’t like anyone in the multiverse, the combination of universes, he is honestly one of a kind. Nightmare and Dream are twins who were born with a very specific role for the multiverse. Guardians of emotions, Nightmare guards the negative ones and Dream guards the positive ones. They… They have been through a lot and had a very bad falling out. Nightmare had been hurt very badly and took that out on Dream.” Which is honestly the easiest way to explain the situation with the villagers attacking Nightmare and the tree and Dream faulting Nightmare “And they have been at each other’s throat for centuries. Not too long ago they finally settled on a truce. They are both needed to keep the balance as there can’t be positivity without negativity and the other way around. The problem is…”

“Dream can’t accept that Nightmare is still the same Nightmare that Dream grew up with. Dream keeps trying to prove that Nightmare… That Nightmare needs curing or help to be better when Nightmare just wants to be, do his job, and be allowed to relax without having others hate him at the first sight of him…”

Killer sighs as he shakes his skull “I know it is a lot… it comes down to that, Nightmare can’t quit. He is unable to quit and… and Cross and I are not going to let him have to deal with all of that alone. He deserves better.” he deserved so much better than the past and childhood he got.

Killer looks back at the bitties and both frown back at him. In the end Horror nods “Okay. Good luck with cheering him up.” he nudges Dust “Come bunny.”

Panic goes through Killer “Wait!” both stop and look at him. Killer searches for the right words “Please… please don’t… dislike him for that…” Please. Please. Please. Killer can’t have ruined this for Nightmare. Nightmare deserves to have people like him. And the bitties had been doing just that!

Dust huffs but Horror just tilts his skull “Why would we dislike him for something he can’t change? Something that wasn’t his choice? Seems unfair.”

Dust nods in agreement but doesn’t add anything.

Killer feels relieve “Thanks you guys. You two are amazing and if you need anything you know how to get it and let me know if you guys want something from the store. I need to run now to get things.” The bitties both nod and turn back to do their own things. Killer grins as he rushes to the kitchen. He grabs the cheese and quickly cuts it in nice pieces. He also grabs some chips, crackers, and some fruits to share between him and his datemates.

Killer wishes the bitties a good night before rushing upstairs.

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“Those people in those meetings are idiots.”

“I agree bunny. But there is little we can do.”

“… There is one thing…”

“You have an idea?”

“Just one for now. It may not be the best idea.”

“I am sure it is a good idea.”

“Heh, thanks H.”

“You are welcome bunny.”

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Next Chapter [Here]

#bittysurpriseau #bitty surprise #nightmare sans #dust sans #killer sans #cross sans #horror sans #Some more lore on the situation away from the bitties #it is rough for nightmare :(#And don't worry :) Dust and Horror are scheming :)

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spiders-around · 1 year ago

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YOU MUST MAKE A WEBSITE

Oh wow, look at that! YET ANOTHER post urging you to make a webbed site! What a completely new thing that people haven't made a thousand masterposts for already!!

• Making a website might look scary. It is Not.

At first, I too thought making a website was too much work. It really isn't! It turns out that all you need is

an HTML file,

a web hosting service and

w3schools tutorials,

and that's about it!

This post will point you towards these resources, and others I found useful while figuring out how to make a website.

• VERY QUICK EXPLANATIONS:

What's HTML and CSS?

HTML is the content of your webpage, the skeleton of it. What shows up in a webpage is what's written in the HTML file!

CSS is the way the HTML is styled; the colour of the background and the letters, the size of elements, the font, all that!

Do I absolutely NEED JavaScript for a website?

Not at all! You don't need to worry about learning it before getting started.

• What do I make a website for? What do I put in there?

ANYTHING AND ALMOST EVERYTHING. Here's some ideas for pages from a post of mine were I was very normal about websites:

You can make a page that's only pictures of your pets.

You can make an interactive adventure.

You can make your own academic blog full of your own essays or articles.

You can just post a ton of art or make a full music page.

You can make a blog and infodump eternally, give book reccs and reviews. You can host a thousand virtual pets and nothing else.

Upload entire books in a single html file. Make a wikipedia for your ocs. Make a fake site for a random fictional place (restaurant, hotel, whatever). You can make a thousand fanpages/shrines about your favorite media. You can upload your own webcomic and make it all like a fancy website and shit.

I could keep going but, for the sake of "brevity", I won't.

• WEBSITE EXAMPLES!

If I started listing the websites I know, this post would be bottomless. Here's only seven:

https://publictransit.neocities.org/ - A webbed site, for sure

https://ribo.zone/ - A personal site

https://leusyth.neocities.org/ - An art archive

https://solaria.neocities.org/ - Personal website with A Lot of stuff (it'll come up in a bit, because it offers web making resources)

https://hog.neocities.org/ - The Hogsite

https://thegardenofmadeline.neocities.org/ - Another personal site! It also has a web resources page and has made another masterpost like this one (but better)

https://spiders.neocities.org/ - My own website, which must be weird to see in mobile . sorry

• You've convinced me. I want a webbed site. Where do I start?

https://neocities.org/

FIRST OF ALL: Neocities. It is a free web hosting service, and it's the one I and the sites I linked use!

When I first started, my website was a black page with red letters and a drawing, and nothing else! It was like that for a month, till i started picking up on how to do things.

Here's what helped me get an idea of how to make things work:

https://sadgrl.online/learn/articles/beginners-guide-neocities

An absolute beginners guide to neocities -- while when you make an account there you get a tutorial page from the site, this one's extra support for that.

https://www.w3schools.com/

Learn HTML, CSS, JavaScript and MANY other coding things for free. All the tutorial/reference pages have live testing windows for you to mess with!! helped me a LOT while figuring this stuff out!

https://htmlcheatsheet.com/

https://htmlcheatsheet.com/css/

Cheatsheets for HTML and CSS, respectively. It includes a JavaScript one too!

https://sadgrl.online/webmastery/

Sadgrl's webmastery resources! Also includes the next resource listed here:

https://sadgrl.online/projects/layout-builder/

Sadgrl's layout builder; not a lot of customization at a first glance, but I've seen wildly different websites all using it as a base, plus it works using CSS Flexbox, so it generates a responsive layout!

(basically, a responsive layout is one that translates well in different sized screens)

https://www.tumblr.com/fysa/728086939730919424/wikitable-code?source=share

Tumblr user fysa made this layout imitating a wiki page!

https://brackets.io/

At some point, you might want to do things outside the Neocities code editor and get one outside the site. I recommend Brackets, because my old as fuck computer can run that and absolutely nothing else apparently, and it works wonderfully! Though I recommend either turning off the code autocomplete or using it after a good while of already using the Neocities code editor, so you get used to coding on your own.

http://www.unit-conversion.info/texttools/text-to-html/

Turn your text into HTML code! i use this kind of pages for my lengthy blog entries that I don't feel like formatting myself.

https://imagecompressor.com/

COMPRESS YOUR IMAGES.

The heavier an image is, the more your site weighs and the more time your page will spend loading. You don't want that, specially if your site is heavy on graphics. This might help!

https://solaria.neocities.org/guides

Some CSS, JavaScript and Accessibility guides! Worth checking out!

https://eloquentjavascript.net/

This is a free, interactive book for learning JavaScript! NOTE: It is very intuitive, but JavaScript is HARD!! I still haven't learned much of it, and my website does fine without so don't worry if you end up not doing much with it. It's still useful + the exercises are fun.

And now, accessories!

• Silly stuff for your page :]

https://gifypet.neocities.org/

Make a virtual pet, copy the code and paste it in your HTML file! You'll get a little guy in your webbed site :]

https://www.wikplayer.com/

Music player for your website!

http://www.mf2fm.com/rv/

JavaScript silly effects for your site :]

https://blinkies.neocities.org/geoblinkies

Blinkie search engine!

https://www.cbox.ws/

Add a chatbox to your site!!

https://momg.neocities.org/

Infinite gallery of gifs. i've spent hours in there looking at moving pictures and out of them all, the ONLY gif i actually ended up using on my site was a rotating tomato slice. it is still there. trapped.

https://wrender.neocities.org/tarotinstructions

A widget that gives you a random tarot card!

https://www.websudoku.com/widget.php

Sudoku widget!

That's about it for now! I don't know how to end this!!! Remember to have fun and google everything you don't know :]

#neocities #indie web #webbed sites #website resources #web revival

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stevieschrodinger · 1 year ago

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Link to Part One Part Two Part Three

TW Human trafficking discussions of injury

Steve feels like shit. He looks like shit. He’s pretty sure something might have straight up died in his mouth when he got that forty five minutes of sleep.

Everything looks good though. The fact that everyone else sprawled around the boardroom also looks like shit makes him feel a little better about himself. Well. Everyone but Nancy, obviously, who could probably walk out of a tornado and still look put together.

Steve only knows it’s morning because Carol just brought them all coffee. Carol does not come in out of hours. Steve learned that very, very early on. It was uncharacteristically nice of Carol to turn up with the little trolley from downstairs; it had a bunch of fruit and breakfast pastries on it, plus coffee.

She then proceeded to explain to Steve at great length how he looked and smelled like he’d been shit out by a bear, so, maybe she had motive. And that motive was being a bitch.

“Happy now, Steve?”

Steve’s got like, a whole bag of sand in each eye. Coarse, if they grade that kind of thing. Coarse sand. “Do you think we got everything?”

“I am confident that the team have done their utmost to pursue every avenue.”

“Nance, stop being a politician. That’s not a yes.”

She purses her lips at him in the way that she has, “can I have a word with you?” She scans the board room, “privately?”

Steve drags himself out of the chair, balancing one croissant on top of his coffee cup and grabbing a bear claw too, and then follows Nancy out and into a nearby office.

She doesn’t pull any punches, “I need to know how you know.”

Steve takes a big bite, then speaks with his mouthful, “can’t. NDA.”

She pinches the bridge of her nose, “and who, exactly, did you sign an NDA for?”

“The FBI.”

Nancy brings up her phone, showing Steve the screen. More precisely the headline on the screen, and Steve is thrilled that the picture they’ve used of Hagan is, objectively, fucking awful, “so Tommy Hagan was arrested last night, for Omega trafficking. When you walked into the office yesterday, oh so confident that everything relating to Hagan was going to tank…it was nearly ten full hours before this hit the news.”

Steve shrugs again, “N...D...A.”

They stare at each other for a long moment.

The door opens, Henderson’s baby face poking through. You would not in a million years think they guy was in his twenties, “Steve, morning! Sorry, I know it’s early…” Henderson seems to take in the state of Steve. Shirt rumpled, tie hanging loose, starting in on his second pastry, “but I kind of need to know why over a quarter of a million dollars was moved on Saturday, and where it went since it seemed to just...disappear?”

It takes, probably, less than a second for Nancy to leap to a conclusion like an Olympic fucking vaulter, and half a second longer for her to hit Steve with the file she’s holding.

“Er...not now, Dustin okay?” Steve manages to say, trying to shield his pastry and his coffee while Nancy gets it out of her system.

Dustin’s a smart kid, he watches Nancy slapping Steve with the papers...and just leaves.

She finally stops, pinching the bridge of her nose, and says very evenly, very quietly, “Steven Harrington, look me in the eye and tell me you didn’t buy an Omega.”

“NDA?” Steve replies quietly, uncertain, and then flinching when Nancy raises the folder again, “okay okay! Yes, yes I did. But! Under the FBI’s kind of...you know, instruction? I was evidence gathering! He’s at mine but I’m figuring out where his family are and I’ll take him back! It’s fine!”

“Why is he at yours?”

“They didn’t have anywhere for him, short notice, plus his feet are kind of messed up, from them like, hurting him. He’s been there a couple of years so doesn’t have anything, so I’ve ordered him some clothes and stuff. He’s fine.”

Nancy tilts her head, like a predator working out the distance they need to strike, “he’s...fine?”

Steve knows he’s fucked up. Nancy is using that tone. It’s...a very specific tone. “Err...yes?”

“You have an injured Omega, who has been held against his will, abused enough to be, at the very least, physically injured, never mind the emotional toll this whole thing may have taken...and he’s fine?”

Oh, no. She’s raised her eyebrow in that way she has. “I mean...yeah?” Nancy glares, and Steve backtracks, “I mean. Obviously he’s not...you know, perfectly okay, I guess. He’s been through a lot. But I made sure I fed him plenty, and he’s got some clean clothes on the bed. The bed in the room...I never actually...got around to showing him to...because I got, distracted. And it’s upstairs…” Steve can feel his insides sinking, “his feet are hurt. Shit.” Well fuck. Steve's...fucked up, probably quite badly now that he actually stops for thirty seconds to think about it.

Nancy sighs aggressively out her nose in that way she has, “Steve your security system is like fort fucking Knox, did you at least…”

But Steve’s already shaking his head, because he didn’t do that, either. He’s just...locked Eddie into a new prison. Shit.

He scrambles, feeling guilty, “I’ll give him some of the money. A lot of the money. Hagan’s...stuff. He can have the ranch?”

Nancy’s eyebrows shoot up into her hairline, “why on earth would he want the place he’s been kept prisoner for-”

Steve shrugs, “whatever he wants. He can bun it down if he likes, I’ll help. It’ll be like, therapy?”

Oh no, she gone from pinching her nose to rubbing that spot on her forehead, but then she seems to...deflate. Grasping Steve’s arm to hold him close, she actually speaks gently to him, which is, quite frankly, a million times more terrifying, “Steve. We’ve known each other a long time, now, so I say this with love. Money, wealth...is not the most important thing in life.” Steve opens his mouth to protest, but she shushes him, “I know. Alright, I know it can help, and it makes life a lot better for a lot of people...but giving people things does not...fix anything. Money is not an apology. Gifts are not an apology. And I know it’s hard for you to...see it differently, okay? Because you’ve always been very...driven, and that’s a good thing! I know how you grew up and how your father was with you and I know you feel you have...something to prove, okay, so I understand, I do. But...a lot of people put higher value on...just. I mean, maybe just go home. Say that you're sorry. Look after the Omega for a couple of days, make sure he gets home, okay? Maybe prioritize that, for a moment. You know the office will be fine...and maybe you’ll see that other things in life can have value, hmm?”

Part five

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i love Ford in the one bigger than myself chapter where he's coming off of what i assume is a visit from Bill. damp, cold, randomly scooping his friend into his lap, and being fed spam like a baby bird. really, who is doing it like him?

UGHHGHG! I love how you put that T^T Just the best description of this scene possible.

And yeah, this scene shows Ford having a manic episode after one of Bill's dream visits. I don't usually post all my chapters to tumblr, just the ones I feel work really well in isolation. That said I know have to post this scene for people. If you guys would like me to post more stuff from Bigger than Myself or Hand of God let me know. People can request scenes they'd like to see my draw.

Link to Bigger than Myself Bigger than Myself - Chapter 5 - alexBDcollie - Gravity Falls [Archive of Our Own]

The scene in question is below the cut.

“Morning Fidds!”

“Sweet Jesus!” Fiddleford nearly jumped out of his skin when he woke to Ford hovering an inch from his face. He leaped back and rolled sideways. Tangling up in his sleeping bag.

Ford was squat down on the ground beside him and pulled back when he saw Fiddleford jump. “Oh, sorry, didn’t me to spook you.” He apologized. Though the big grin on his face didn’t suggest regret.

Fiddleford wrestled with his sleeping bag for a minute to get free as he sat up. “I, gosh nabbit- It’s fine.” He huffed. Freeing himself from the plasticy fabric. “Just don’t go hollerin’ so close to a man’s face. Nearly gave me a heart attack.”

“I hope didn’t,” Ford replied sincerely.

Fiddleford felt around in the grass for his glasses and looked back at Ford and he put them on. “Didn’t what?” He asked. Furrowing his brow as Ford came back into focus.

“Give you a heart attack,” Ford replied.

Fiddleford looked him up and down slowly. “You didn’t… it’s a figure o’ speech Stanford.” He reminded him slowly.

“Right, of course. I know that. Obviously.” Stanford rambled. He was strangely damp. His hair clung to the side of his face and his clothes stuck to him like he’d tossed them on while still wet. They weren’t damp enough to suggest he’d gotten wet while wearing them.

“Ya fall in a creek or somethin’?” Fiddleford asked. He looked around the campsite and found Ford had already gotten the fire relit for them. He reached for the bag where he kept their food and cooking tools and startted riffling through it for spam and powdered eggs.

“Hm?” Ford’s gaze seemed unfocused. His eyes darting about at random. He looked back at Fiddleford like he didn’t understand the question. It took a few seconds before it seemed to click. “Oh, this-” he ran a hand through his damp hair. “Took a bath in the creek,” he clarified.

Fiddleford watched him close as he brought out a frying pan and some cooking spray. “Right…” He only pulled his eyes away long enough to watch what he was doing. Grease the pan, pull out a canteen, and mix up the powdered eggs. “Ya didn’t need to do that bud. It’s a campin’ trip. I ain’t exactly expectin’ ya to smell like daisies.” He chuckled. Trying to relieve a bit of the awkward energy that sparked in the air around Ford. Fiddleford couldn’t name that energy but he could feel it prickling his skin.

“Just felt like it,” Ford replied. His voice, oddly distant for a moment.

Fiddleford looked back at him again as he placed the frying pan over the fire. “Yeah? This about that nightmare last night?” He asked. Figuring that must be the cause of… whatever this was.

Ford had woken up with a shout that morning. It had to have been something fierce to startle him like that. Fiddleford almost thought he dreamed it. If he’d realized he hadn’t he wouldn’t have gone back to sleep so easily. Stanford Pines was not a man who scared easily.

Ford looked back at Fiddleford confused. “Nightmare? What nightmare?” He asked. He was shaking. Fiddleford was noticing it now as he watched him. Peeling open the can of spam without taking his eyes off Ford’s trembling hands. They hung limp in front of him. His elbows rested on his knees.

“Ya woke up early this morning. Ya told me it was a nightmare.” Fiddleford reminded him.

Ford looked at Fiddleford with wide doe eyes like he hadn’t the foggiest clue what he was talking about. “A nightmare…” he muttered. Gears turned in his head as he struggled to remember what Fiddleford was talking about. His teeth seemed to chatter slightly as he spoke. “N-no, no, good dreams…” he countered. He looked away again for a moment like he was recalling something. “Good, good dreams. Scary, but good. Scary good, you know? You don’t know-” he was muttering, barely getting a coherent thought out.

Fiddleford nodded slowly. “I geuss…” he conceded. He cut off a few slices of spam with his whittling knife and slapped them in the pan with their eggs. Taking the skillet by the handle and giving it a jiggle before flipping its contents. “Ya should get yer coat on. Ya look chilly.” He advised.

“Coat, ya, that sounds like a g-good i-idea. Smart, you're smart,” Ford stammered.

Fiddleford watched the food for a minute but maintained a keen sense of Ford’s presence as he felt the man walk past to find his coat strewn out in the grass. Fiddleford relaxed enough to focus on his cooking, only to be blindsided again. Ford thumped suddenly down on the ground behind Fiddleford and, before his presence could be properly registered, reached out and snatched Fiddleford up in his coat.

Fiddleford let out a startled yelp as he was enveloped suddenly in a cocoon of dense brown fabric and shockingly strong arms. “Hey! Watch it! Hot pan over here!” He blurted out. Squirming to poke his head out of the top of Ford’s coat to make sure he hadn’t spilled the food. Thankfully he’d let go in time for the skillet to rattle against the metal frame that held it over the fire before settling back into place.

“S-sorry.” Ford stammered. Making no effort to let Fiddleford go. He sat down behind him and pulled Fiddleford into his lap. Arms squeezing him tight like pythons as he burrowed his nose into the crook of Fiddleford’s shoulder.

Fiddleford found his hips wedged between Ford’s thighs. Their bodies pressed tight together. He felt the heat rise to his cheeks but tried his best to ignore it. He wasn’t sure what made Stanford so snuggly all of a sudden but he was clearly feeling out of sorts. Something was wrong and Fiddleford reasoned it was best to be gentle with him. He rubbed Ford’s forearm through his sleeve. “Ya comfy?” He teased.

Ford nodded into Fiddleford’s shoulder. “You’re warm,” he muttered. Barely audible.

“Well I hope so,” Fiddleford chuckled. Trying to take the awkward exchange in stride. “It’d be concernin’ if I wasn’t.” Snuggled up like this though, he could tell Ford was cold. The man was usually a human furnace. He felt strangely cool. Perhaps it was just from his creek bath earlier, but it was an uncanny feeling nonetheless. A worrying sensation that made Fiddleford want to lean into his affection if only to warm him up.

Fiddleford looked back at the pan and watched it closely. Allowing himself to settle comfortably into the folds of Ford’s coat. Hoping Stanford’s head would clear with some heat and a bit of food in him. “You wanna tell me about yer dream?” he asked.

“Hm?” Ford hummed drowsily.

“Yer scary good nightmare?” Fiddleford teased, turning his head back to meet Ford’s eyes.

Ford looked unsure for a moment. His pupils were huge. Had he been smoking something? No, not Stanford. He was too straight-laced for that. Then again, it had been a long time since last they spoke. Anything was possible and Fiddleford didn’t have any clues that might explain what was happening. Ford was always prone to bursts of wide-eyed energy when some new discovery captured his imagination. This wasn’t that. This was something alien. Unfocused, that was the crux of it, wasn’t it? He wasn’t excited about something, just excitable. Too energized and too tired to think at the same time. Like he was ten cups into a coffee binge with nothing to work on. Ford was never so aimless. He always had something on his mind.

“No…” Ford replied slowly. “I don’t want to talk about it.” The energy seemed dampened. Like he was coming to some kind of realization at the moment. A realization that harshed whatever buzz he had going for him.

Ford dropped his face back into Fiddleford’s shoulder and shivered in his coat. Fiddleford set about trying to work some heat back into his friend’s body. Rubbing his hands swiftly back and forth over Ford’s forearms. “That’s alright. Ya don’t have ta talk about it if ya don’t want to.” He assured him.

Ford took a deep breath and Fiddleford could feel his chest swell against his back. He could feel Ford’s heart thumping against him. Fiddleford felt it slow in real-time. Ford was doing it intentionally. How he ever learned to do that was still a marvel to Fiddleford.

“Fidds?” Ford spoke up. His voice uncharacteristically meek and small.

Fiddleford leaned forward to pull the pan from the fire. “Yeah bud?” He replied evenly as he slid their food off onto paper plates.

“What’s it like, when you’re with Emma?” Ford asked.

Fiddleford paused for a second as he considered the question. “In what sense?” He asked.

“Like… how does it feel ?” Ford asked. “To be with someone like that.”

Fiddleford could feel himself turning red. He didn’t mean like- like that? Like that. Did he? “Excuse me, pardon?!”

“You know, like, being married, being in love, what’s it like?” Ford huffed. Clearly, he thought the question was more sensible than it sounded.

Fiddleford laughed and offered Ford a plate. “Oh come on now. Like you never fancied someone.”

Ford took it but still kept his arms wrapped around Fiddleford. Holding his own plate in front of the both of them and taking up the space Fiddleford needed to eat. “No not really.” He answered bluntly. Not even looking at the food. Just staring into space. “I thought I did once but…”

Fiddleford grew quiet as he processed what Ford was saying. He felt a bit guilty for his teasing. Ford was always an odd man so this wasn’t a shock per se. “Well, I…” He thought about Emma-may. Tried to formulate an honest answer. He loved Emma. He knew he did. Growing up they were thick and thieves. A couple of weird kids against the world. She was a bit like his Ford at the time. A strong, brave, personality. Someone who could fight off the monsters and inspired Fiddleford as much as she worried him half to death.

“I dunno, she’s my best friend I guess,” Fiddleford finally answered softly.

“I thought I was your best friend,” Ford whined playfully. Nudging Fiddleford with his shoulder.

Fiddleford scrambled not to drop his plate and laughed back. Pleased to hear Ford beginning to sound a bit more like himself. “Ya are my best friend ya dummy! Yer just different.”

“Different how?” Ford asked.

Fiddleford gapped his mouth open a few times as he struggled for words. “It’s just different! Ya know, it just is!” He snapped. “If ya don’t understand it, then I don’t know how to explain it!”

Ford blinked at Fiddleford a bit dumbfounded before looking away. “Right… It’s a silly question.” He looked hurt and Fiddleford’s heart sank.

Fiddleford knew exactly what the difference was. He knew all too well that the way he loved Emma was something else. The way he loved Ford… Sitting here in his lap. Wrapped up in his coat. Wondering with an equal mix of concern and startling awe what was going through that man’s head. It was very different. Fiddleford promised his life to Emma-May before he ever met Stanford. They had a plan. They were going to run away together. He thought that’s what love was… Somewhere wires had gotten crossed and Fiddleford didn’t know how to uncross them. Love wasn’t supposed to be this way. Ford couldn’t have asked anyone worse.

Fiddleford looked at Ford’s plate in front of him and reached up a hand for his plastic fork. He cut off a chunk of fried spam and held it over his shoulder. Nudging Ford’s lips. “Eat ya knucklehead. We got a big day ahead of us. Ya promised me an alien space ship an’ I won’t ever forgive ya if ya can’t deliver.” He teased.

Ford looked back at him again and chuckled. He parted his lips and allowed Fiddleford to deposit the food in his mouth. Resting his jaw on Fiddleford’s shoulder while he chewed.

They sat like that for a while. Eating their breakfast and laughing. Ford excitedly gushed about the valley he called home and the many things he had discovered over the years. The strange wild-eyed buzz, whatever it was, slowly melted into Ford’s usual enthusiasm. No longer disoriented and aimless but focused intensely on sharing his love of the paranormal. His love for Gravity Falls. Whatever it was Ford called love, Fiddleford liked to think it felt something like this. He hoped someday Stanford’s love could be treasured by someone. He deserved that much at least.

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