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blitzyn · 1 year

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holy- the zhongli request is 🥹💝✨✨✨ idk if its possible but hoping for part 2 maybe when reader purposely didn't pass the exam. i love every word you write 😭🫶 have a nice day/night and stay safe!!

a different method pt.2

teacher!zhongli x m!reader

Synopsis: You were not expecting to end up on your knees when you failed the test.

part 1 | part 3

a/n -> HELP I THINK I GOT COVID AGAIN??? anyways super sorry this took an eternity to get out! also thank you all for 600 followers!

wc -> 1.8k

cw -> facefucking, shoe humping, semi-public, not proofread

"What am I going to have to do to make you take this class seriously?"

You blinked owlishly. It would be a lie to say you were completely expecting such an inquiry. Slightly tilting your head, you pondered your teacher's question. There wasn't much, really. But all of those options weren't significant enough to motivate you.

Reaching a quick conclusion, you shrugged your shoulders. "I dunno. A million Mora?"

He was not amused. With a sigh, he turned away from you and held your test. A somewhat large "40/100" was written on the top of the page in red ink. It obviously wasn't enough to improve your current grade, and might have even dropped it even further. If an F- was a thing, you were positive you'd have it. But, hey, at least it wasn't a zero! There was some effort.

"Did you even try?" Zhongli knows he's not supposed to ask questions like this because everyone learns at their own pace. But you made it nearly impossible for him to teach you. It wasn't even a hard test, either. Everyone managed to acquire a passing grade except for you.

"I mean. Kind of," you replied. You answered the questions you knew off the top of your head and left those that needed you to think. You were sure you could've passed if you put in a bit more effort. It truthfully was an easy test, but who actually tries in a class they don't even like? Not you, that's for sure.

"I noticed that the grades for your other classes are higher. Is there something you don't like me doing?" He seemed genuine. It almost made you feel bad.

"No. Everything's just so boring here." You shook your head. Crossing your arms, you looked around the room to curb your growing impatience to leave.

He hummed. "You're fidgeting quite a lot. Are you expecting something?"

You peered at him with a confused expression. But despite your bemused guise, yes, you were. You swallowed nervously. Was it really that obvious?

Maybe he doesn't know, yet.

"No?" you finally spoke. You mentally cursed the uncertain tone in your voice. Fuck.

"Really?" He beckoned you closer to him. As soon as you were within arm's reach, he grabbed you by the collar of your shirt and pulled you to him. "It seems to me you haven't forgotten about what happened two weeks ago. You purposely failed, didn't you?"

You tried to jerk away from him in a surprised panic. "What? No, I didn't!"

He had such a tight grip on your shirt you were briefly afraid that he might tear it. "Do not deny the blatant truth." His eyes flicked downwards. You followed his shameless gaze, surprised to see yourself hardening within the confines of your pants. You were too caught up trying to defend yourself you hadn't realized the intensifying warmth traveling through your veins.

Your mouth was left agape, mind blank and unable to forge an excuse. "I..."

Zhongli raised an expectant brow, waiting for the waterfall of words to pour out of your mouth in a futile attempt to save your dignity and pride, even when he knew it was unlikely. Perhaps that was your attempt?

He kept you at arm's length as he studied your heated face, which only made you squirm further. You could barely stand to look him in the eyes, locking gazes every so often before it was promptly broken to look elsewhere.

It's pitiful, he thought. But he would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy your distress. With yet another hum, he used his free hand to pull you to your knees. You stared at him with a surprised expression as if this wasn't exactly what you wanted.

"Well? Go on," he said, leaning back against his chair. Nodding nervously, you removed his belt and unzipped his pants to pull out his cock. You could feel your mouth involuntarily watering at the sight. You flattened your tongue and gave a lick from base to tip. You gently sucked on the head before moving lower, stopping just before he reached your throat.

You relished in the deep groan he emitted, using it as encouragement to go faster. He was thick and made your jaw slightly ache, but he had yet to completely harden. You used the saliva that leaked through the corners of your mouth as a lubricant to jerk off what you couldn't get.

You softly moaned at the taste of his precum, the vibrations of your voice making his cock twitch. You hollowed your cheeks over the tip to gather more of it, but quickly dipped your head back down. You repeated the cycle a few more times until Zhongli deemed himself wanting more.

You looked up at him through your lashes when you noticed his arm rising toward your hair. The weight of his hand could have been mistaken as comforting if it weren't for the fact that his fingers tightly curled around your hair. You could feel your chest buzzing. It was a mix of anticipation, fear, and excitement.

You gagged when he pushed your head down, forcing you to swallow more of his cock. You instinctively tried to pull away, chest beginning to strain from your gags and the sudden lack of air. No matter how much you seemed to persist, it felt as if your strength was nothing compared to his.

You quickly realized this, and made yourself relax as much as you could. It was exhilarating to let him have his way with you, using your mouth without any regard toward your own comfort. You snaked a hand across your neck and lightly squeezed, cock throbbing within the confines of your pants when he let out a groan.

"This is what you're good at, isn't it?" His voice sounded strained. "Is this your way of raising your other grades? Letting your teachers use your mouth as they see fit?"

Of course not! You made a few sounds (though you mostly choked and gagged) in an attempt to reply. A mildly annoyed expression crossed over his face.

"You still don't know how to be quiet even when you're sucking my cock?" He pushed your head down as far as possible, your nose pressing against his pelvis. He held you there until your chest began to burn, desperate for air. The black spots that collected in the corners of your vision faded with each deep inhale. The tip of his cock rested on your tongue, though you sealed your lips around it every so often to swallow his precum.

You could feel him throb rhythmically when you held him in your hand again to lightly tap the head on your tongue. You peered up at his flushed face with a slight grin, and he had the mind to shove you back down. You began to jerk him off fervently as a heat swelled in his abdomen.

He tightly gripped the armrests of his chair and held himself back from thrusting into your fist. The flame of ecstasy intensified further and further until it finally enveloped him completely, hips lightly jutting upwards as cum spurted from his cock. He let out a long, deep groan as he tossed his head back.

You moved back over him to gather his cum in your mouth, gently using your tongue to help him prolong his orgasm and coax out more of his semen. It wasn't until he began to tug you off of him did you back away, licking cum off of your fingers.

You were briefly aware of the ache in your knees as you stared up at him expectantly, which prompted an eyebrow raise from him.

"What?"

"What about me?" You frowned. You couldn't help but squeeze your thighs together in hopes of stimulation.

"You don't deserve it," he said. He internally smiled at your expression. "Especially not after your test score."

He shifted, trying to stand up to fix his appearance when you held onto his leg. His amber eyes met yours so full of ill-concealed desperation.

"Wait-!" You swallowed hard, surprised by your own need. "I-I'll do good next time. I promise! Just... just please let me cum. I'll take this class seriously."

"Tempting offer," he said, tilting his head in thought. He would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy treating you like this, but the main reason he was so irritated with you was because you refused to let him help you towards a better grade. He's not one to give up very easily, so he's willing to take your word for it just this once.

"Very well, then." He sat down on his chair and leaned back, pushing one of his legs towards you so his shoe pressed against your throbbing cock. You jolted at the sensation, completely underestimating just how horny you were. Electricity flowed through your body and left your skin feeling tingly and hot.

You felt like you could burst right then and there as you quickly began rubbing your clothed dick against the hard material of his shoe. Oh how pitiful you looked, trying to pull him closer to you as you thrust harder.

"Look at you." He had an amused undertone in his voice. "Grinding against me so desperately. You're just like a mutt in heat, aren't you?"

You had no will to retort, simply focused on reaching your orgasm. You bit your lip to stop yourself from moaning too loud, nearly breaking skin. You were very sensitive from ignoring your own pleasure earlier, and you were sure you weren't going to last much longer.

You let out a strained whimper when he straightened his foot, rubbing you with enough force for it to slightly hurt. You mumbled out curses and pleas towards no-one in particular and steadily grew louder the closer you got to your peak.

"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck..." You cut yourself off with a moan, trembling as the burning sensation of euphoria overcame your senses. Your hips jolted with each pulse of pleasure that ran through you.

With a shaky sigh, you fell back onto your ass and steadily regained your breath. Good lord, that took more out of you than you thought. You grimaced when the patch of your cum slowly cooled, leaving an uncomfortable sticky sensation that you were going to have to walk home with.

You peered up at Zhongli when he spoke, "I expect you to abide by your promise. I do not want to see any more F's in the immediate future."

You wearily nodded. "Yes, sir."

He studied you for a moment longer. "You seem to be driven at the thought of an orgasm."

Now, that caught your attention. You refocused and nearly broke out into an excited smile when he continued.

"Maybe if you pass the next test with a B or higher, I'll reward you."

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prinxlegolass · 3 months

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Smut War Fic: Exit Wound

Well, this wasn't a war I was going to sit out. Please enjoy my 6th fic. First attempt at smut, but as you have already seen from my TrAuMa meme, it also has a lot of angst in it. I hope you enjoy it x

Rating: Explicit

CW/TW:

These are expanded upon further in the summary if you'd like to also read that for context, but take care of yourself :)

- Demon in Snake Form / Goddess in Human Form Sexual Encounter. Both are aware of what the other is, and both can consent

- Slight dubcon due to magic, feeling highly connected to someone and a sense of not being in control as a result, more so due to an inherent primal instrinct. All beings are acting on free will and are able to consent for the smut bits

- In the epilogue, a character describes a murder he witnesses without gory detail (the victim is not Aziraphale or Crowley). The nature of the murder is patriarchal and of spiritual colonisation in nature, but there is no sexual assault / motive. The fic can be read without the epilogue if you're curious but want to skip this subject.

-Angst ending

- Snake bite, snake sex and descriptions that could trigger claustrophobia

Summary

Hell sends Crowley to 5th Century Ireland, much to his chagrin, to investigate a mysterious source of power. Uphill from a deep rainforest he finds an ancient structure with something far more ancient and far more powerful than any blessing or curse he’d seen before.

This is a story of love, of loss, coming home, and everything that never was. Join me for a re-telling of an Irish Celtic Myth that has been sanitised and long-forgotten. Taking place in one hundred years into Early Christian Ireland, it weaves themes of spiritual colonisation with the ineffability of a great plan and the parts of us that are never truly lost.

But this is a smut war - and you can expect a sexy divine being, human sex and snake sex; not just hemi-penes, but hemi-clitorae! Sex magic rituals being used as a sensual tool for transformation and rebirth; and plenty of vulva pleasure and gratification.

There are three (because it’s a magic number) sexual configurations - demon in snake form / Goddess in human form, Snake / Snake, Human / Human. That culminates in a healing and surrendering love.

The epilogue features angst with an unhappy ending. As you can imagine, the resistance to Christianity did not end well for the Irish Pagans. In the epilogue, one character describes witnessing the murder (no sexual assault) of another. But the story stands well enough on its own without the epilogue if you want to skip this part.

5,014 word count

Excerpt:

“I’ve been waiting for you, Crowley.”

“Who are you?” Crowley hissed. His aggressive exterior betraying the powerlessness he felt to draw nearer.

“I am many things, Crowley. I am one of many mothers; both death and rebirth. I am the inhale and the exhale; the dawn that rises after the cold, hard winter; I bring joy and I am feared; and soon, none will remember…”

Crowley inched forward, concertina twinings marking the dirt, barely sensing the heat of the fire in the woman’s lure.

“Your name!” He growled insistently.

“You already know it, Crowley. Look deep inside you, my beloved serpent,” was her soft response with kind eyes. Crowley flicked his tongue at the fingers of her extended palm. The woman’s skin was steeped in the essence of her words; the taste of finely plucked sycamore seeds carried lovingly by the wind to pre-destined soils. Tears doomed never to fall filled Crowley’s heart as the thread that connected him to this woman tugged him closer on her arm; the most he had ever touched or been touched by a human in his snake-form. Only she wasn’t human, was she? A foreign name Crowley had always known moved from the back of his mouth to dance on his tongue.

“Caoira…”

Green eyes smiled through tears at the demon’s whisper.

“Yes my dear. It’s me. I’m so glad you’re here.”

Crowley’s thought-form longed to ask questions. About knowledge, that began before words; curiosity, that existed before symbols; and meaning, established before sounds. But he had already found his answer in her eyes. Another Almighty; new and much more ancient. A Goddess.

Crowley’s body took over once again, unable to resist the draw to her. Climbing her arm and shoulders, his tongue could not cease flicking, planting forked kisses on her neck. Quivering, he meandered down her shoulder, elongating his form to drape around her. Powerless over the compulsion to place his chin on every part of her body, Crowley’s tail vibrated in her lap and Caoira breathed sighs of joy in his scaled ministrations.

Fingers that had borne the very wells of the earth stroked the obsidian pearls of Crowley’s back, before coming to delicately caress the ridges of his snout and brow. Crowley flinched in the touch, haunted by memories of the fall; of centuries spent curled around the cooling magma of igneous rock. Curled around any form of connection to replace the Almighty’s as his wings burned.

Coos of Caoira’s attunement honeyed Crowley’s ears, and with no way of crying, sweating or spitting it out; his serpent-form became fevered with fury for what had happened to him. His body flailed in twisted, hissing reverberations in the centre of the Goddess’s crossed legs. In his uncontrolled anguish, Crowley felt his jaw unhinge and his fangs hook into Caoira's thighs, breaking her skin. Punishment for his other mother, who had placed a similar hook in his heart only to cut the cord in the end. This time, he was never letting go.

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Goskiagarkowska2 on pixabay for the image. A huge thank you to @sohoscribblers who have been amazing friends since I joined their group. Big thanks to @azeutreciathewicked @aidaran-alha @playdohangel and @rhosmeinir for the Betas x

#good omens smut #ineffable smut war #good omens #crowley and aziraphale #because smut without angst feels like nothing #celtic mythology #good omens au #irish paganism #newgrange #good omens fanfiction

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deathbxnny · 11 months

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Love your works, keep going but don't forget to take care of yourself!

Its my first time requesting so bare with me, though you dont really need to do this. I just want angst hahahah.

Hsr men

You know the thing like if either they pick the world/everyone's sake or you thingy, hahahahah

Anyone really but put bladie first.

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A/N: ohh I absolutely love that idea! It makes for great angst, so I hope you'll like this! And thank you for the request!<33

Featured characters: Blade, Jing Yuan, Welt

Content: Established relationship, angst, hurt/no comfort, mentions of betrayal (?), just pain

Reader has no set pronouns!

((Not fully proofread))

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》Blade

It wasn't the world or anyone else he had to choose between. No, for him, it was the revenge he sought after for so long and you. Revenge is what motivated him and kept him going. It's all he wanted, all he needed. If he could get his revenge, then he'd finally be free from this hell.

And he was a selfish man. A man, who ultimately only cared for himself in the end. Who always prioritised himself over anything and everything. Including you. He told you this, he told you how he thought and how he was. He gave you a warning and you still stayed. He laid out the red flags for you and you still stayed.

So why were you so surprised, when he chose his goals over you with such unashamed ease? Did you really think, that he'd change for you? That he'd give up everything for you? Perhaps you were foolish to think that he would.

Not that he seems to care, as he leaves your crying and broken form behind. Ignoring the painful ache in what was left of his heart, before it too diminishes by the lack of you near him.

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》Jing Yuan

It was Jing Yuan's duty to protect the Xianzhou Luofu and it's citizen. He swore it under oath centuries ago, he spent years and years of training and energy to perfect himself for his job as well. It was important to him. So important, that he couldn't think twice, when it came to choosing the ship over you.

And it was so painful. It tore out his soul. Destroyed his heart, until there was nothing left. He wished, that he would never have had to choose and yet it was for the greater good. Even if you hate him after this, surely you'd still be able to live on safely.

He can't even look you in the eyes anymore, the shame fighting his guilt, as he steps away and apologises for the 1ppth time. Then he leaves, his eyes trailing over your broken form in pain and heartbreak, before they also turn away.

He takes it as his last memory of you, so that he can remind himself of the consequences of his sacrifices and suffer for another lifetime for them.

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》Welt Yang

It was always the world for Welt. Always. No matter what dimension or timeline it was, he always protected the world. And his world included you, but even that wasn't so simple. In order to save you, he had to let you go, he knew that.

So he didn't hesitate to send you away, promising that in another life, or dimension, you two could finally be together. But you ofcourse don't understand. Why can't you choose him here? Why was the world so much more important than you? Why can't he just choose you for once?

His heart rips apart, as he can only silently walk away, unable to answer any of your questions. He thought, he'd be stronger than that. He thought, that he was used to this. And yet, it took him all his strength to not turn around and go back to you.

In the end, he secretly felt like it was all for nothing. He may have saved the world, but lost you in the process. And what's the point, if he can't have you next to him?

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A/N: Alright, I hope that was angsty enough for you, Anon! Thank you again for the request!<33

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail fanfic #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail x you #hsr x reader #hsr blade #hsr blade x reader #hsr jing yuan #hsr jing yuan x reader #hsr welt #hsr welt x reader #hsr

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blood-injections · 26 days

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Saw killjoy au infodump post!! Its danger days but my special little bloody guy is there! When I eventually write it it'll be centered around Adam and it mmmight be chainshipping I'm still deciding.

So the bathroom trap. still happens. adam lives in battery city and to make ends meet he takes pictures of people for people, doesnt matter who, he doesn't ask questions. He's taken jobs from better living to follow suspected rebels and hes taken jobs from rebels to follow some high-profile better living person to get more information on them before they take them out. He stays just off the rader and keeps himself just barely useful or not suspicious enough as to not be put into scarecrow training or something. Because he doesn't like better living, but he has to make ends meet. Jigsaw picks him because he thinks hes pathetic and hates how he doesn't pick a side, his tape says how he doesn't take his pills but he cant even bother fighting for anything. he could do anything with his free will and he chooses to throw his life away and this pisses jigsaw off. so will adam watch himself die, throw his life away once and for all, or will he finally use his free will to fight for something? Because in this au jigsaws motive of teaching people to value life comes from being under better livings control instead of having cancer, because better living is a cancer, really. so yeah jigsaw and co. are technically killjoys lol.

Lawrence is still in the trap too. hes a scarecrow who has stopped taking his pills and is becoming aware of his actions for the first time ever as well as coming to to a family, to a wife he cant remember falling in love with, they were probably set up by the city. He has a family, he has a kid, but its all been fake, does he even love them? can he? and hes haunted by the blood on his hands but he wasn't into control he cant really be a murderer if he wasn't in control, right? right. jigsaw even agrees. but hes also a sick bastard with a grudge against better living so he doesn't care. maybe Lawrence wasn't a murderer, not really, but now he will be. by the end if the day there will be blood on his hands that he can no longer deny or write off as someones elses actions. because to jigsaw it doesn't matter who was in control, lawrence still pulled the trigger. No matter what lawrence does, if he kills adam or not, there will still be deaths on his conscience, because he needs to learn a lesson, how it feels, how to be scared. he kills adam and his family will be spared. Don't kill adam? its his family that will die instead. but how can he choose? two people or one. two he thinks he loves, hes supposed to, but he hardly knows them, or one person that he might be falling in love with the more that adam begs for him to stay.

in the end he doesn't have to choose(well. not completely. the shoulder bullet prob still happens lol) and they both make it out because fuck you. also just so you know, in this au jigsaw is Dr Benzedrine and the apprentices are the suitehearts and that will absolutely come into play down the line with a possible frankenghoul cameo, the franken bit the result of being a victim of a trap of his own.

anyway adam, after nearly dying, after realizing he wants to fucking live, has never had plans before but now hes like fuck it, im getting out of here, im getting out of this freaky city with creeps like jigsaw apparently running around. he isnt taking any more chances. So he gets out, he becomes a killjoy. and theres the whole trauma bonding thing so he probably takes lawrence(who is still struggling with the am i a murderer or not thing and thinks he doesn't deserve this second chance. he'll accept it eventually) with him. i dont have any of lawrence's killjoy thought out yet i'll come up with some stuff later it also probably depends on if i decide its chainshipping and if hes even out there or not like i might just fucking adam stanheight final girl it like fuck it he wasn't doomed by the narrative his hacksaw didnt break or he found another way out of his chains and the roles are reversed or maybe he even fucking killed lawrence before lawrence could kill him who knows, i dont lol. theres so many possibilities.

anyway adam stanheight killjoy. his name Hacksaw Jagger(working title) because hacksaw. you know. and jagger because a jagger is another term for a vouyer and i think thats clever. also adam could be a fan of the rolling stones and hed be like lol reference. but yeah, Hacksaw Jagger. depending on how things went in the bathroom he may or may not have a prosthetic leg. he dyes his hair at some point and to me personally. its the worst brassiest ugliest bleached tips youve ever fucking seen and probably like little liberty spikes at some point because. punk adam as well. you agree. anyway he looks pathetic and i love him. he definitely gets into racing at some point and also learns he has a thing for arson and explosives. so yknow. hacksaw+fun ghoul besties at first boom at some point. i also think it'd be fun if he joined/started a band but thats a conversation for another day maybe another au.

anyway thats it for now. also yes, i absolutely fuck with his gender. you're welcome.

#killjoy adam stanheight au #<needs an actual name but thats the tag for now #adam faulkner stanheight #ttlotfk #the true lives of the fabulous killjoys #danger days #corvidscrap #killjoy saw au

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smokescreenimusprime · 8 months

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Bruh I’ve have this fanfiction idea for awhile in my head and haven’t had the motivation to write it and probably never will, but imagine, sparkling Smokescreen. Like I know Sparklings aren’t canon in Transformers, but it’s used enough that I like them and write about them. But when Smokescreen crash lands on Earth and stuff, the pod around him makes sort of a hologram for him, that builds around his younger body to make it seem as if he’s older than he is for protection. It makes him stronger, faster, smarter, everything. Idk who’d program the pod, maybe another cybertronian who doesn’t want to see the sparkling hurt and turned into a cold hearted killer, so they program the pod and send him off into deep space, and knowing that they’ll be killed at some point, give Smokescreen their memories so it’ll be like Smokescreen was actually a fully grown mech. The Autobots don’t suspect anything, as he has adult memories, he’s in an adult body, and despite acting younger, he acts just like Bumblebee, so why would anyone suspect anything? Maybe in a battle, a vehicon, or maybe when Arcee and Smokescreen were fighting Megatron, that one hit with the dark star saber, caused the program that the pod made to fail and turn back into his younger self. So of course, when he wakes up, he’s really confused and can barely use his limbs as in his older body, he never actually grew, so it’s basically a mech trapped in a Sparklings body, except Smokescreen is actually a sparkling but doesn’t truly know it as he was too young to remember before the bombing of Praxus, and the crash of the status pod probably rattled a few things in his processor.

So idk how this would go, haven’t really thought about it too much but here y’a go :D sparkling Smokescreen, very adorable

ooooooooooo that's a neat idea 👀👀👀

what if the pod sorta worked kinda like how Ultra Magnus did in the IDW comics? Like, "Smokescreen" was originally an armour used by various minicons/smaller bots to fight and this time around was Alpha Trion's guard, but when Iacon fell it wasn't just Trion who was hiding deep in the Archives. There were loads of other bots who seemed shelter within its walls and now were unfortunately trapped

so "Smokescreen," in an attempt to save at least one more life, ends up hiding a sparkling in the frame in their place. Unfortunately in all the chaos they didn't have time to let Trion know about this so the newly made Smokescreen ends up still getting Omega Key-d. When he wakes up he's super confused and is just barely able to shamble his way over to some escape pods and then goes into his multi millennia stasis

and when he wakes up..... well, it's certainly been long enough for his frame to have connected and the processors to have synced together. Smokescreen doesn't even fully realise what's going on because of just how disorienting everything is, and his memories are clashing and trying to fit together. Because of the rush, the Old Smokescreen didn't have time to fully disconnect, so maybe there are still some of their memories lingering in the system which transfer to Current Smokescreen

I'd imagine Smokescreen would be rather clumsy outside of battle. When he fights he can rely on the battle protocols and "muscle memory" of the armour (not that he realises), but outside of that he's a mess. Quite literally tripping over his own feet, misjudging distances and how far his reach is, not knowing his own strength, he's an absolute mess and it frustrates him to no end. He'll also have seemingly random bouts of really bad body dysphoria for no apparent reason

his emotional state is........ very complicated. He gets along GREAT with the kids, but the other Autobots? ehhhhhhhh it's a bit difficult at times, and it really doesn't help that he's consciously aware of how "irrational" his emotions are. He can't help it that he feels so much, but not knowing why he feels the way he does is frustrating at best. Not to mention his social skills are VERY lacking which makes actually communicating what he's feels so much harder, and this definitely creates a bit of a rift with the other Autobots

as for how the Autobots find out........ I had an angsty thought

what if it happens when Smokescreen's on the Nemesis

when Knockout uses the scanner to search for the Omega Key he does find it yes....... but he also sees something very very strange. Another frame inside, a very small one but..... it's different from a minicon......

and the second the Decepticons learn about this they start losing their goddamn minds

because this is a sparkling. A fragging SPARKLING. HERE. MILLIONS UPON MILLIONS OF YEARS AFTER THE WELL WENT DARK. ON E A R T H

naturally the Decepticons are horrified and do everything they can to safely remove the little thing as quick as possible. Knockout in particular is freaking out because he ripped out the Omega Key rIGHT NEXT TO THE SPARKLING!!!! WHO KNOWS WHAT DAMAGE I'VE CAUSED TO IT-

Smokescreen ofc is also confused and panicking since There's A Sparkling Inside Of Him?!?!?!?!!? but when it gets removed, suddenly things get even more chaotic

I'll admit I'm not super sure how exactly things go from here, but I do have three thoughts

1) Now without the battle protocols and armor stuff constantly yelling at him, Smokescreen's able to act way more like a child, however given how long he was in the armor he still has to deal with the memories from inside it and without the armors added processing power

tldr, the little bean now has Adult Trauma And Memories he's gotta work through while having the brain structure of a child

2) Smokescreen is younger than the kids, but older than a toddler. I was thinking maybe he was the Cybertronian equivilant of 8-9 years old

and 3) what is essentially a custody war starts between the Autobots and Decepticons

#first thoughts #squishy inside #transformers #transformers prime #tfp #tfp smokescreen #smokescreen #autobots #decepticons #kd answers #anon

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maaarshieee · 1 year

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I love cherry magic! so much HDJSAD,, it has such a good plot imo,, so why not give the reader who has a hard time reading alhaitham to be able to read minds! the goddess of love saw their intense tension and alhaitham's crush and she decided to give them a push 😭😭 anyways i hope you like this series! i think im very fond of the idea,, have a great day/night!! also i hope you like the reader's personality... ty @baeshijima for the motivation, inspo and alhaitham brainrot.. oh yeah reader rlly hates alhaitham so uh, but dw relationship gets better in the few few chapters,, SORRY IF ITS BAD BUT I PROMISE THE NEXT CHAPTERS ARE BETTER,, I STRUGGLED WITH THE INTRO CHAP SO BAD, CHAP 2-5 HAS BETTER STRUCTURE

Out of all the people, it just had to be you.

You, who was just a mere matra servicing the people of Sumeru, a student who fairly did well in your first year at the Akademiya, only for your grades to plummet and barely, barely, passing enough to graduate, known for your sarcastic personality and your tendency to have abrupt outbursts, caught the attention of the Grand Scribe. Yes, you heard it right. Alhaitham likes you. Loves you.

Pause. How would you know? Let's run it back.

It was just another day doing your job, roaming around Sumeru City and keeping track of shady researchers here and there, then doing the occasional paperwork back at your office. Truthfully, it was boring. But since you graduated on unpleasant terms, with grades holding onto a thin thread, the Matra was the only work you could only apply to. If it wasn't the Matra, then you could've been working as a simple server at a restaurant or something. You've devoted your life to the path of knowledge and research, not ringing up orders in a café.

The sun was setting by the time you reached the House of Daena, the last stop for your daily patrols. There were only a few stragglers left in the spacious library, the lights dim, but bright enough to let people see and read. Only your footsteps can be heard through the massive shelves, doing the library a favor by rearranging the books and returning them to their proper shelves by category. The library has always been one of your favorite places throughout the entirety of Sumeru. It holds ancient information from all across Teyvat, despite books being the least sought resource these days.

But if there was one thing you hate about the House of Daena, it would be a certain someone who frequents the library and spends hours just roaming around, hiding behind shelves and reading in the most secluded spots. He just ruins the beautiful visage of the library with his unwanted presence and infuriating face.

People who know of the Grand Scribe, Alhaitham, would often complain about how he's so hard to find. That they'd have to ask around, only to be hit with dead ends since not a lot of people knew he exists. Well, you think they're just not looking hard enough. You see him everywhere! And you knew how much he disliked being outside and how he favored being inside isolated places, but somehow, you'd spot him here and there wherever you went. From the Grand Bazaar, where he's buying groceries, to Puspa Café, where he's eating lunch with his roommate, Kaveh (who would suspiciously spare you many glances while you take your order)— seriously, it's eerie to see him so much.

Or perhaps your deep hatred for him was so engraved in your brain that it made it easy for you to discern him in the midst of a crowd. But you refuse that fact and chose to believe that it was the gods punishing you for whatever you've done with his mere existence.

Only a select few have heard about him, and they would only give comments about his displeasing bluntness, but then praise him for his academic prowess. And unfortunately, you were one of them, graduating in the same batch as Alhaitham's and sharing most of your classes, though only seeing him briefly since he preferred to 'self-study'. So a lot of students who wanted to squeeze a few words from Alhaitham would come to you, asking for the scribe's location. You would roll your eyes, and shake your head but comply without any complaints, for it is your job to service the citizens of Sumeru, including the growing minds of the Akademiya.

And you absolutely abhor the fact that you'd always be right where he would be at every time of the day, as well as correctly assuming what he'd be doing at that place at that time. Reading, eating, doing paperwork— what the hell were you!? You're not his significant other, how the fuck do you know these things!? It's useful sometimes, yes, there are times when your boss would require your assistance in finding him for whatever he needed with the scribe, or you wanting to avoid him at all costs so you'd keep a mental note to not even step foot near where he'd be located at, you swear you could hear students whispering behind your back about a 'secret relationship' with him.

Absolutely not! Anyone who gets caught by your wrathful watch, spreading baseless rumors would get the scolding of their lives. Unfortunately, you can't arrest people with just rumors. That's just not a big offense.

Oh how much you loathed him, your jaw tensing immediately and your brows furrowed as soon as you saw him, sitting at his usual spot, piles of books on the table. Hearing your slow approach, eyeing the multitude of books on his table, he let you take what you could into your arms and begin your trek on returning them to their respective shelves. It was routine at this point. Alhaitham knew you dislike big piles of messes in places where messes shouldn't exist, and yet here he is, carelessly placing books wherever he could. So he made a habit of separating books he's finished reading, and books he's yet to read, so you could start putting them back right before you've made your way to the House of Daena, the last stop of your patrols.

Not a single word was exchanged between you, only a few glances at one another. At times like these, you wished you knew what was going through his head. Was he making fun of you inside his mind? Thinking of your past failures? Scheming something to simply ruin your day? The possibilities were incredibly endless, and it honestly gets under your skin how he could maintain such a neutral face when he could have the worst possible thoughts ever.

That night, you made an unconscious wish to the stars above; I wish I could read minds. You thought exasperatedly, observing Alhaitham in your peripheral vision, shuddering a little when you spot a small smile on his lips when he glances at you once more. Just so I could know if he's up to no good.

The next day, you awoke with a killer headache. It was so painful that you doubled over and fell off the comfort of your bed, groaning at the aching pains whilst you tried to blink away the sleepiness that clung to your eyes. Pressing on and getting on with your morning routine, putting on your uniform, and walking outside of your house, only to be fully awoken by a myriad of voices suddenly surging into your mind, shrieking and falling to your knees at the intense volumes, catching the attention of the people passing by your home.

Well, it just so happened that you acquired a rather special (not) ability from the gods! The power of telepathy! You'd think that having telepathy can increase your capabilities to be able to arrest more criminals since now you've got the capacity to read minds. While that is true, you've suspiciously become a much better detective for the past few days and it even caught the attention of General Mahatamra, who commended you for your exemplary performance, the cons of having telepathy completely overshadowed the pros. Going outside of your own home gives you endless headaches, hearing so many voices speaking over one another inside your head; louder and louder! It's so damn painful that you just want to squeeze your eyes shut, but you couldn't really do that since being a Matra literally requires you to be alert at all times.

Though the voices were merely hushed whispers of thoughts that were supposed to be unheard by everyone, secrets kept to themselves, whenever your eyes stare into a person's face for even a mere second, you would immediately intrude into one's thoughts and know every single thing they'd think in that moment, as well as past thoughts and memories if ever the person thought about it while you were peeking. So your 'exemplary performance' quickly dropped as the days went by, trying (and failing) to adapt to your newly attained power. It was hard to do your job while hearing so many voices while you did your patrols. You even started bringing a blindfold to help soothe your headache and gain a short moment of silence.

This brings us to your sudden revelations of Alhaitham ever since you've gained telepathy.

Heaving a heavy sigh, you held a stack of books in your arms, struggling a little due to its weight. You were to return the books to the House of Daena, seeing them being left in random places around the Akademiya, and the dates on the return cards were way overdue. Seriously, whoever left these out in the open, without care nor consideration to the library they borrowed them from will never hear the end of you once you get your hands on them. Just because hardback books were now considered not much of use now due to the Akasha System, it's still filled with valuable knowledge and information; a vast sea of resources that can be used for research! Relying on such a convenient device too much would just lose the integrity of pursuing wisdom! Sadly, not a lot share your views, nor even want to respect your opinion, so they would shun you for even mentioning it.

A small groan slipped from your lips as your arms and lower back began to ache, slightly wobbling your way to the House of Daena. The headache that refused to give you any relief never left you, only dissipating for brief moments before returning once you've stepped into an area where there was a person in your sight. Yeah, you were not fond of your telepathy. For some reason, the library was bustling with students tonight, even when the sun was beginning to set. Was it exam week already? Archons, your skull was practically rattling at the hundreds of whispers as you picked up your pace, attempting to avoid the many faces ahead of you. And as if your day couldn't get any worse, you bumped into him.

"You shouldn't be carrying all those by yourself."

As soon as his voice reached your ears, your eye twitched, refusing to even spare him a glimpse, and walked right past him, hoping that he'd just leave you alone for today. Of course, you'd happen to cross paths with the scribe, after all, he spends an awful lot of his time in the library, reading away. Honestly, the most you see of him is during his free time. Is he always that free? How come it seemed like he absolutely does nothing? It just makes your blood boil even further. But you could hear his footsteps trailing behind you, following you on your way to the House of Daena. Irritated, you huffed through your nose. "Leave me alone."

"You look like you could use some help," Alhaitham commented, eyeing the tall stack of thick books in your arms, a slight frown that you didn't notice tugging at his lips. You missed the way he put away the book he was reading back into his belt pouch and instead went closer to you, oblivious to the concern written all over his face. "You look like you're about to topple over."

A scoff was all you could muster as you scowled at his words, stopping in your tracks and turning to shoot him a glare, the grip on the books in your arms tightening so hard that your hands began to tremble, becoming further difficult for you to hold. Him, offering help? As if! If you didn't know better, he must've been thinking of some scheme inside his head, in the guise of trying to simply lend you a hand. You aren't weak. Not at all. Sure, the headache was unbearable, but you aren't completely helpless to it. Without further hesitation, your eyes bore into him, invading his most private thoughts.

"They look awfully tired. More than usual."

That caught you off guard so bad that shock overtook your features, and the anger that was always so prominent on your face vanished so fast that even Alhaitham was startled, only to blink and see your ever-so-furious expression back. Seeing him shake his head, he glanced back at the books, and back to your face, an unreadable look in his eyes. You... expected something else, honestly. The tone of his voice was gentle, laced with... worry? Wait, was that genuine?

"But they still look nice." A pause and you held your breath. "I guess I've grown fond of it ever since those bags under their eyes became more apparent during our days at the Akademiya. It completes their look." Then you noticed it. The subtle shift of his eyes, holding a sense of affection as he stares back at your glare, with hints of slight amusement at your temperament.

You almost dropped the stack of books you held in your arms, but Alhaitham caught them just in time, taking half of the stack with ease. Glancing at you for your reaction, you could tell that he was expecting you to shout at him, for getting mad at pitying you but you stayed quiet, weirdly staring at his face. Deep inside, you indeed did want to scream at him, growing envious at how he was carrying those heavy books like it was nothing, while you struggled to make your way to the House of Daena holding all of them. But you bit back your tongue, only giving him a curt nod of acknowledgement before turning your back on him once again, and rushing to the damn library. You realized he never had bad intentions in the first place, only approaching you due to honest consideration towards you.

Truly, you can't blame him for actually getting worried. You looked absolutely horrible, and your headaches were making it difficult to sleep through the pain. No matter how much pain reliever you take, it doesn't work. Staying at home for long periods of time would probably help, but you were not going to ask your boss for a leave without a proper reason.

Instead of insulting you, just as you suspected, he was complimenting you, reminiscing how you looked when you were both younger. Flashes of images of yourself halfway through your years studying at the Akademiya filled your head when you peered into the deep crevices of his mind, you and your silly student beret, growing bags under your eyes and messy hair.

That image left a bitter taste in your mouth as it has undesirable memories attached to it, though you were more curious as to why Alhaitham could vividly remember how you looked back then. The image even projected you holding a book you usually had with you, a book that you still had on your own shelves of books at your home.

Finally, you've found a better use for your telepathy: Figuring out Alhaitham.

For the next few days, you've been with Alhaitham a lot more than usual. At first, the thought of being with him and conversing with him made you shudder, but you convinced yourself it would be worth it if it meant finding out what really goes through the arrogant scribe's head, and using it against him to get back at him after all those miserable years.

You wore different clothing, and accessories, cut your hair, and many more, and he would notice right away. "It looks nice on them and matches their eyes.", "It fits well with their physique.", "Oh, they look stunning.", "They got their nails painted. It's their favorite color." "That necklace... I think I can buy matching earrings...", or anything along those lines. It was truly startling to hear all of those coming from his mind whilst he had a blank face, but now that you could hear his thoughts, you're suddenly hyperaware of everything he does. From his closeness, the lingering gazes, and the rather fondness of his smile when his lips curve up, watching you scold a student breaking the rules in the middle of your walk towards the House of Daena.

Alhaitham was also very confused at your sudden increase in interactions for the past few days, but he was visibly pleased with it.

His thoughts were nothing but pure. Nothing dirty, nor any stains of malice. It was either him pondering what he'd do after he's finished with his responsibilities as the scribe, admiring you, or nothing at all. He was that simple. His mind was like a minimalistic room, bare and plain, but organized. A total reflection of who Alhaitham really was. Sure, he'd have speculations in his mind here and there, his thoughts churning and ticking like gears that were all connected and functioning flawlessly whenever he's approached with a problem, but everything else was very clean.

In other words; you were completely wrong about him. Whenever he speaks to a person, and would bluntly say something about them, it was just that. The honest truth, his general views, and beliefs. Cutting to the chase because he thinks that adding unnecessary words would hinder true progress, so he speaks his truth, and his truth only.

This completely shattered your view of him. Not once he had thought anything bad about you, just undoubtedly in love with you. Of course, it was such a difficult thing for you to process. You've hated Alhaitham for as long as you could remember, after what happened that day, he was the leading cause of your downfall. Can you really let it slide now you know one of his biggest weaknesses?

Mind in shambles (and still aching with grievous pain), you had to consult with one of your closest friends.

"So, let me summarize. You wished to have the ability to read minds for the sole reason to figure out what's going through Alhaitham's head, only for it to be granted the next day, which is why you look like you haven't slept in centuries. And now you found out that Alhaitham is just some guy who acts mysterious so people would leave him alone and that he's in love with you?"

Taking a sip from your tea, you nodded. "Yup," You saw Tighnari's ears twitch at your nonchalant response, brows furrowing with concern as he leaned towards you from across the table, pressing the back of his ungloved hand on your forehead. "Are you feeling okay? You know, not enough sleep would cause you to hallucinate—" Tighnari says, and you almost choke on your tea as he continues to speak, "Did you eat any suspicious-looking mushrooms on your way here?"

The faint smell of various flora wafted into your nose, your tense shoulders relaxing. It was very comfortable inside Tighnari's office. Homey and littered with organized messes all across the room. A basket filled with flora and mushrooms was on the table, an open book of records where Tighnari was recently writing, only to be left forgotten by your absurd words.

"Tighnari," Your stern tone made the fox pause, his eyes now focused on you as you pinch the bridge of his nose, a sigh leaving your lips. "I'm telling the truth. I can read minds just by looking at people." Tighnari's skepticism was reasonable, it's not every day you hear that one of your friends suddenly gained the ability to read minds due to their deep hatred of someone, so you'll just have to prove it to him. Disregarding the incredulous look on his face, you crossed your arms with a smug smirk on your lips.

A faint ringing noise crosses your mind as you read Tighnari's thoughts. "You were going to ask me to buy you some ingredients because you wanted to cook Cyno's favorite dish for tonight's dinner but you're missing some—"

Tighanri's ears flattened as his face was quick to flush, glaring at you as he swatted at your smug expression, soliciting a chuckle from you. "Okay, okay! You can read minds!" He huffed, shaking his head and hiding his reddening cheeks from you, glancing at the small list he had already pre-written and was about to give to you before you left. "How in Celestia did you manage to get that kind of power?" He frowned, grabbing his cup of tea and taking a long lip with a contemplative look on his face. You merely shrugged your chin on your palm.

"I'm stumped, I've been reading tirelessly about mind reading, even looking into the Akasha System for any clues, but I've got nothing to explain such a bizarre phenomenon." You grunted, obviously displeased at the results of your research, but gladly accepting the cookie Tighnari has offered to you.

"It's not as good as people make it in novels," A groan left you, rubbing your forehead to ease the pain. The tea Tighnari had prepared you helped a little bit, and being in his office, you were experiencing a rare moment of serenity. "At least I know what Alhaitham's thinking now. Makes it easier to get along with him, but doesn't make him less annoying though."

But Tighnari felt that something didn't feel right about you today. There was a mischievous glint in your eyes whenever you were lost in thought, a smirk on your lips that would instantly disappear once you remember you were not alone. Tighnari trusted his instincts and his instincts told him that you were up to no good.

With a soft tone of his voice, he called out your name, snapping you out of your thoughts. "Whatever you're planning, don't try." He warns, putting up a face you're rather familiar with. A face he always has whenever he's about to scold a reckless adventurer who ended up eating a poisonous mushroom in the forest. "You'll just end up hurting yourself even more in the end."

In the depths of your heart, you knew that Tighnari was correct. After all, as one of your friends, he only wants the best for you. And after discovering that Alhaitham wasn't some prick who thrives at other's struggles, it really made you hesitate on what you were planning to do. But at the back of your head, something dark festered throughout your mind, the anger you held slowly engulfing your thoughts completely. Your hatred towards Alhaitham was truly greater than anything you've felt.

Not taking his warning seriously, you rolled your eyes. "To be fair, he ruined my life." You defended yourself, narrowing your eyes at Tighnari, who could only frown at your statement. It was a grudge you could never let go of, a sore spot that you desperately wanted gone by getting back at Alhaitham in any way possible. And now you've been given an opportunity, surely, you'll never let it go, right? "Besides, if I did end up hurting Alhaitham, it wouldn't be that bad. He can find another love after he moved on from me, he's good-looking enough to get anyone he could ever want."

Your plans were simple enough. Play with his feelings, break his heart and finally gain the satisfaction you've been starved of for years. While it was truly malicious, you couldn't care less. You wanted to rid of that stone-cold visage of his and be replaced with something else. Would he even feel heartbroken once you reveal that you truly didn't love him back? Or would he just walk it off? Nevertheless, you just wanted to have a bit of entertainment for a little while. What's the harm in that?

Tighnari, who was very troubled by your decision, couldn't help but feel like something horribly bad was bound to unfold in the near future. He knew he should've tried harder to discourage your intentions towards Alhaitham, but there was no changing your mind at that point.

He just hopes it won't crash and burn in flames.

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sneezemonster15 · 1 year

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A lot of adults women behave like incels but less violent and more manipulative. They usually love the cringe romance movies where the main girl is average looking and not like the other girls and manage to make the badboy soft. Generally they hate hot girls bc they are jealous (see the way Skr stans talk abt Ino and feel victorious bc they "won" against her, the hot girl). Those women are full of insecurities, thats why Skr is so relatable.

The way Skr tries to not think about the fact Sske dont wanna spend time with her is the same way some irl women ignore that their husbands are cheating, and if they cant ignore it they will attack the other women but they will NEVER leave the guy. All their self worth is based on having a bf/husband.

Then there are some lesbian/bi women who stan her as an act of feminism. She is a female character who got what she wanted so its a win apparently. Fortunatly those ppl are minority bc as a queer woman and feminist, it is very embarrassing to read those takes. I'm all for uplifting women and for them to get everything they desire but not at the expense of non sexist men. Plus, Skr dont even look so happy at the end of the day. So is it really a win for her and women?

Yeah that makes sense. But it's sad isn't it? Because even trying to have a dialogue with them isn't helpful. There's no point having it if they aren't ready to be receptive to it.

Sakura really sees no contradiction between what she says and what she does.

And yet...

Lol. Till only two days ago, she was found styling her hair in the middle of chuunin exams, all skinned knees and having suffered minor injuries, while her team mates were working. She let her hair grow in the first place because she thought Sasuke liked it. Lol.

What impression can it possibly give to the reader? Kishi had to stress on it too, with another character this time.

Why would Kishi stress so much on Sakura and her obsession with her hair, just to make her say something totally hypocritical five chapters down? Lol. Kishi is very clever about writing his characters act according to the character traits given to them. Like for example, the panel below, Kakashi acts according to his character (where he has a blindspot for Sakura's negative shades) thinks Sakura is not the type to brag when she is actually exactly the type to brag.

Lol, Sakura's whole personality is about being obsessive for Sasuke which in turn makes her violently jealous of Naruto and Ino. She beats Naruto up regularly for no apparent reason and harasses Ino, even though that girl did nothing but try to help her. And she brags, it's the only thing she does properly. Lol.

And yet, she is always bragging, showing off. From start to end.

And I am positive I am missing some panels here lol. She is always looking for external validation. She revels in it. While external validation itself is not a bad thing, since humans need some amount of external validation to measure their abilities, and Naruto does it too, but for him, it's rooted in his quest for acknowledgement and acceptance, so he could make friends and not be ostracized from community. Sakura does it because of her ego. While Naruto has his principles rooted in his belief systems, his emotions and his dream that egg him on to do better, Sakura finds her motivation in the desire to show off and impress people, mostly Sasuke.

She disrespects Ino, Tsunade, and she fights Kaguya while she says this?

Girl, why are you so embarrassing? If you wanna attack her, just do it. Why even mention her being a woman? She wasn't mocking you, she barely even noticed you. You aren't worthy enough for her to notice.

Lol. And things she says about being a woman are just so cringe lol.

No one underestimates her because she is a girl, in fact Kakashi coddles her because she is a girl. She is underestimated because despite training, she is just weak and unskilled, as compared to her cohorts. And if she is skillful, we don't see it in the same proportion measured against the way she talks about herself. Tsunade never had to sing about her being a woman and yet people are bloody scared of her strength. Temari never had to mention it, neither did Kushina. Chiyo certainly briefly talks about how women always get the short end of the stick in their male driven society, but she not only belongs to a much older generation that has seen a hell lot, she is a master puppeteer and a superior warrior in her own right, she has earned it.

It would have been fine if only Sakura had actually consistently kept her word, proven herself through actions and not just empty words. Because when she doesn't, it reduces the value of those words. I don't know if she really meant it when she said women were fickle. Who? Tsunade? Kushina? Chiyo? Temari? Nope, they didn't give any such impression.

She constantly condescends to Naruto despite him having proved himself to be skillful, strong, the one who wins team seven several battles while she stands in a corner shaking and sweating. Thing is, she realises she makes mistakes. She acknowledges Naruto's strength as well, but she doesn't do anything to change. The whole point of a realization is to work on it and correct your behaviour. She is condescending towards Naruto till the end. Konohamaru takes her down a peg when she is being disparaging towards him and Naruto when they are doing the oiroke jutsu contest. She even hits Konohamaru, and he gets pissed off. So he makes a reverse oiroke jutsu just to show her true face, and that face has a streak of blood trickling down her nose lol. But when Naruto uses it against Kaguya, she again condescends to him. Narusakus are kinda embarrassing tbh, Sakura doesn't get Naruto. She thinks she does but she doesn't. She thinks she gets Sasuke but she obviously doesn't. And yet, she makes her 'strategies' in kage arc around her knowledge of Naruto and fake confesses to him. Naruto rejects her. Lol. She goes to Sasuke and tries to kill him (with a kunai...) by tricking him, only to be attacked, twice. Even when she drugs her cohorts before going to Sasuke, they clock her real plan. Lol.

She overestimates herself, even though it's clear that if she only thought things through, she would be much more successful. She is really blind to her own shortcomings even though she tries but remains unsuccessful, which is even sadder.

She does know Sasuke doesn't wanna spend time with her, she also gets a sense that she will always be much lesser than Naruto in Sasuke's eyes, she knows but she doesn't care. Even if it means long term misery for everyone involved.

Yes, I am sure some women find her character relatable. But relatable doesn't mean everything. I relate to Sasuke and I am very wary of establishing emotional connections but I know it's not something ideal or healthy. Connection is what people thrive on. If I ever started to relate with Sakura, I would really be compelled to take a hard look at myself. Lol.

#ask #haruno sakura #anti sakura #anti ss

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My nervous system was short circuiting.

What the hell was she doing here?

"W-what?" I stumbled, completely thrown off by the five foot six, black hair, brown eyed girl who was standing in front of me appearing like she had all the confidence in the world. Only the slight rocking of her feet tells me another story.

If she was so nervous, why the hell was she standing at my front door?

She said I hadn't forgotten anything, so why the hell would she be so nervous? Let alone come back here with another plate of food?

My eyes did a quick once over, noticing her now slightly frizzy black hair was pushed behind her shoulders. The humidity decided to take its toll on her. Her neck was covered by a collared shirt that wrinkled inwards towards the dip of her breasts from her bra. Her sweatpant-like shorts that stopped mid thigh were showcasing her legs; leading me to her bare feet.

Barefoot? Why?

"May I come in?" She asked, her voice sounding soft, delicate, unsure, making my stomach clench as I nodded slowly; stepping aside, extremely confused why she wasn't at the family dinner she was so set on me constantly attending.

Every bone in my body wanted to turn her away; but the intrigue my brain felt was too strong to tell her to get lost and leave me to eat my dinner in peace.

Instead, Delaney walks over to the table, setting her dish down before taking a seat in the empty chair across from me. I followed suit, my eyes lingering on her, awaiting her next movement. She stared at me for a few seconds before looking down at her food, spoon in hand as she moved it around slowly, then scooping it and letting it drop back into the bowl.

She looked nervous to the point it was making me nervous. Why was she here? Did her dad send her? He seems to do that. Pass her onto me like I'm some sort of punishment. Or at least that's what it felt like.

I could feel myself start to get agitated as I tried to figure out the motive for her arrival tonight. The silence on her end only made my spiraling thoughts worsen.

I knew I frustrated her. I could see it in her eyes anytime I spoke. She looked fed up with me. Like she'd rather be anywhere else than around me, but then I could feel her eyes linger on me. A feeling I knew all too well that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand tall as I kept walking, hoping they kept their promise that this place was nothing like the Rickman's. So far, that was true.

I wasn't overworked. If anything, I made myself work ten times harder than they had asked. After all, I was used to working on a much larger ranch. When I finished my chores for the day I started fixing little things here and there; keeping myself busy so they didn't have a chance to yell at me for twiddling my thumbs, even though it was never asked of me.

I knew Mr. Fallen didn't expect me to play handyman, but fixing gate latches and a leaky pipe here and there on the hoses made my job easier. I just hoped that they'd be more grateful than annoyed that I had gone and taken it upon myself to alter something they hadn't asked of me to do.

With the Rickman's it was always a toss up. Either you did something they didn't ask you of, and it was never mentioned, — they wouldn't be caught dead praising you for doing something of their benefit, even though you knew they had noticed; or you got yelled at for stepping out of place. Blamed for taking a job from someone else; that person then getting punished for letting their job be stolen.

If you weren't working twice as hard, you weren't working well enough, and if you stepped on someone else's toes by taking their work from them, you were considered greedy and inconsiderate. Yet if you had your jobs taken from you, you were reprimanded for not being active enough. For allowing it to be taken from you, even if you were gone doing another task.

Every day was a fucked up game of Am I going to get yelled at today? Fired? Belittled?

Some days doing more earned you extra, other days you were told you didn't know your place and that it was selfish of you to take someone else's job.

After all, we all needed our work. Just if you did more, you earned more. You were constantly competing against your other coworkers with the possibility of losing it all. Every day was a gamble.

The worst was the night shift. No one wanted the night shift.

"Aren't you going to eat? It's going to get cold" Delaney's voice shook me out of my head, my eyes focused on her as she timidly ate her food.

I bought a spoonful of what was considered warm comfort food to my mouth, silence falling between us until Delaney had had enough.

"What do you think of the soup? It's my Grandpas' favorite. He loved whenever my Grandma made it, and my dad really loves it; so my mom learned how to make it" She informed me, the new slip of information piquing my interest.

"Your grandpa?" I questioned, Delaney nodding.

I've never heard anyone utter anything about a grandfather.

"Yeah, he passed a while back" She shrugged, "Anyway, do you like it? I'm not like" She pauses, giggling to herself, my lips threatening to show a small smile at the sound, "I'm not forcing you to say you like it" She giggled again, "It's just, my mom wants to know what you like. What her and my Grandma should make more often. It sounded like I was trapping you in a corner, sorry" She grinned, "You must like the soup or else you're kicked off the premises, mister!" She mocked in a low tone voice, wiggling her head as she spoke, hands on her hips before giggling to herself.

"It tastes fine. I'm not too picky" I replied stoically, moving some of the soup around before scooping it up, placing a dumpling in my mouth when she spoke up again.

"So, what do you like to have for dinner? You can request things, you know. You don't have to eat what we are. Mom's been nagging me about all the things you like, claiming that we hang out so much I should know" her eyes rolling as she inhaled.

"I'm not picky" I repeated, Delaney sighing, setting her spoon back in her bowl.

"You've got to give me something to work with Harry! The woman won't leave me alone. She doesn't understand that us hanging out isn't secret sharing, and more like you hating my existence" She huffed, grabbing her spoon again.

"I don't hate your existence" I told her, Delaney's brown eyes looking up from the soup; our eyes meeting before I looked away. "I just get frustrated, is all" I stated, wishing she'd go away so I could eat and breathe in peace without feeling like she was searing judgmental holes into every part of my body.

Silence fell between us again before Delaney once again spoke up.

"How are you on food? Do you need anything? Don't be afraid to ask us to pick up on stuff. Oh!, and if you want any like snacks or desserts, let me know! I make requests all the time!" She grinned, wiggling a little in the seat as her face lit up, "I made Wren these cupcakes right? They're her favorite! They're like a golden brown yellow cake mix, right? Cooked perfectly so it's all warm and moist but she likes a little crunch on the outside, so I use my darker baking pants to darken the edges like she likes and then I fill them with butterscotch buttercream in the center and I dip them into hot melting chocolates so the top is coated in this yummy milk chocolate! Ugh! They're to die for, Harry!" She groaned, her head thrown back with her eyes closed for a moment before she leaned forward, opening her eyes again. "I'm just saying, you can request things.'' She giggled, "I love trying new baking things. My dad loves Poppy Seed Muffins and I'm honestly getting tired of making the same thing every week" She sighed, scooping up more of her soup.

"I'm good on food for now" I finally answered her question, watching her cheeks flush pink turn red as she rolled her lips in, murmuring "Sorry" making me let out a low chuckle as I ate more of the soup, tearing a piece of the roll apart.

"I have a tendency to ramble" She confessed, her spoon messing with her soup again; "I know that annoys you so uh.. just tell me to be quiet when I do that"

She sounded so deflated that it almost made me feel bad.

When did I say it bothered me? She looked cute, all excited and happy talking about it.

Wait

Cute?

No.

She's not cute.

She can't be cute.

She isn't allowed to be cute.

I don't have time for cute.

She has to be a ugly troll under a bridge for the rest of her life. I can't do cute, right now. Mr. Fallen will murder me if he finds out that I even for a moment thought his daughter was cute.

The one time I tried to mingle with an owner's daughter did not land in my favor, and since then, I've been working in a place where I did my best to avoid the daughters who thought I was "cute".

Delaney continued to talk, trying to engage conversation with me as she ate her dinner, leaving me perplexed.

Why is she conversing with me? The employers don't talk to the employees. I'm here purely for work. Just like they wanted me to be. It was made clear that they needed me; and what my job entailed, and that they'd do anything to have my help.

I knew what came along with being the help, and conversations over Chicken Dumpling soup with one of the owners daughter wasn't it.

"Oh my god!" Delaney groans, "You can't take me anywhere!" She laughed, her hand holding part of the fabric that was covering her stomach in-between her fingers where she had spilt on herself.

"You've uh.." I paused, Delaney looking over at me, "Um.." I pointed at her face, her head tilting, "Food, here" I motioned towards under my lip above my chin with my finger, her entire face turning red as she wiped her hand across her chin.

"Oh my god" She whined, "That's so embarrassing! I always do this! I should've known.." She trailed off, getting up out of the chair, grabbing a rag and wetting it before dabbing her shirt.

"Do what? Slop on yourself?" I asked, turning to face her, abandoning my food completely as I stared at the back of her.

I couldn't help but notice the way the shorts clung around her ass before falling towards her thighs; the band noticeably clinging to her wide hips due to her shirt being bunched up at her waist as she cleaned it.

When she moved to turn around, I quickly looked away, grabbing my food again and shoveling some more into my mouth, scraping the bottom of the bowl.

Delaney sat back down, her face still hued pink as she grabbed her bowl.

"Sorry. I didn't grow up in the classiest of households. I tend to uh.. be a bit messy, sometimes" She said, not daring to look me in the eye as she took a bite out of her roll.

"I'm used to cleaning up messes" I numbly replied, wishing it came out more in a teasing tone like intended, but my monotone voice slipped out instead making me mentally groan at myself.

I wish I could just relax. Let her in like she so clearly wants, but I can't. I don't know how.

She isn't someone I should mingle with. There are boundaries in place that give me a million reasons as to why letting her in would be a bad thing.

For starters;

I need this job.

We can't afford to let something as silly as a teasing comment cost me the money I'm earning.

I knew from the moment I met her that she wouldn't be like the Rickman girls. She fumbled too much and was too stuck in her own head to be sultry and purposefully seductive. Like she fumbled her way through life more than critically thought out her next move.

Even her stares never felt intentional. She never kept her eyes locked on me when I turned around; almost like she didn't want to get caught, unlike someone who was trying to purposefully seduce you.

I learned pretty quickly with the Rickman girls that eye contact can get uncomfortable within seconds. Especially when they're openly masturbating in front of an open window right where you're working.

It got uncomfortable the moment I realized what was happening, and then it just never stopped.

You'd think with the presumptions of the male species, I'd get turned on. Want to enter her room, help her out. Fulfill the fantasy; but when it isn't mutual, it's just downright awkward and uncomfortable.

Sure if it was my girlfriend, or wife, maybe I'd put on a show. But my employers' daughter? It made my skin crawl.

I'd be stupid not to notice the immediate differences between the girls.

For starts; Delaney was heavier set than the Rickman girls. Which wasn't a bad thing, but it of course is one of the things you're taught to notice about people.

Their height, their weight, what they're wearing, the way their hair is styled. The way they smell, if they have straight white teeth or crooked stain ones.

You're taught to judge their appearance within seconds of meeting them.

Delaney seemed anxious when I first met her. She fiddled a lot. Was constantly daydreaming. Hard to have a conversation with; not like I wanted to in the first place.

Her dark hair was pin straight, cascading down her back. Light wash blue jeans covered her thick thighs, a tucked in pink shirt curved around her breasts and belly, hugging her hips as she rocked on her feet, looking like she was going to hurl the more her parents spoke.

The Rickman girls were a lot skinnier. Dark skin, dark hair, dark eyes, dark intentions.

The moment I met them, I thought maybe we could be friends. I was used to seeing everyone all the time, talking with them whilst I worked; but that quickly changed.

Not only was Mr. Rickman on my ass all the time, along with Mrs. Rickman which was surprising, but their daughters were the least bit subtle when it came to making their intentions crystal clear.

"Are you done?" Delaney asked, getting me to look up at her.

Her brown eyes screamed uncomfortable, a pang of guilt stinging inside of my chest.

Was it me? Did I make her uncomfortable?

She looked like she was trying to find any reason to slip out of the house they've lent to me; which was fine by me. I wasn't forcing her here. She invited herself here.

"Uh, Yeah. I'll just clean it real quick and you can take it back" I informed, standing up from my chair, grabbing the dishes and walking them to the sink.

"Harry, you don't have to. We have a dishwasher—" She started, my head shaking with disapproval as I turned on the tap, rinsing it before adding soap.

"I can clean my own messes" I reminded her, running the washcloth in the bowl.

"Harry" Delaney's soft voice piqued my ears' attention due to the silence that surrounded us. "You're not working. You're not earning your keep. We're just hanging out. You don't have to do your dishes to gain approval"

My body stiffened at her words before I quickly rolled out my shoulder blades, setting the clean dishes aside, turning to reach for hers, "It's fine" I replied, "I don't mind doing the dishes"

I regret ever telling her that I had to earn my keep. I knew the second it left my mouth that it was a mistake.

She sighed as I cleaned her things, stacking them into a neat pile before stacking them all together and handing them to her.

Delaney took the dishes, looking at me, then the dishware, then me again before her shoulders dropped and she gave a small nod.

"Thanks for letting me eat with you" She sighed, leaving the tiny house, allowing me room to breathe again.

I expected whatever this was to be a one and done type of thing, so the surprise I encased when she showed up at my door the next night, two plates in her hand made the skin between my brown wrinkle as I let her in; watching her set both plates down, moving to my cupboard, grabbing too cups before slipping something out from her back pocket that I didn't realize was there.

"Wait" I finally spoke, having watched her pull two glasses down before twisting open a bottle cap. "Was that in your pocket?" I questioned, Delaney giggling with a nod.

"It was pulling my jeans down!" She giggled, "It also barely fit. We need bigger pockets! I uh— you're not like, against alcohol, or something, right?" She asked, and that's when I noticed she had two Mike's Hard Lemonades.

"You don't need glasses for those" I stated, Delaney's head tilting before looking over her shoulder at me.

"Oh? You wanna drink straight from the bottle? I can get down with that" She grinned, putting the glasses back and grabbing the two bottles between her fingers, moving to set them down on the table.

"You're here again" I stated, Delaney nodding as she sat down.

"I am"

"Why?"

"Why not?" She countered back, picking up her fork, slicing into a porkchop. I stared for a second, watching her take a bite of the food before slowly walking over to where I sat. "Thanks for joining me" She grinned, a teasing twinkle in her eye as she cut another piece of the porkchop, dipping it into some sort of brown sauce.

"What's your motive?" I asked, not bothering to pick up the utensils until she tells me whatever game she's getting at.

This entire thing felt suspicious.

Dinner with me? The ranch hand? Two nights in a row? When she's never done this before? There has to be some sort of reason.

Her brow furrowed, "Motive?" She questioned, as if that was an absurd thought.

"Yes. Your motive" I confirmed, Delaney setting down her fork as her lips parted before pursed, pushing them to the side in a thinking manner, then relaxing.

"What do you think my motive is?" She played, her brows raised as she looked at me, followed by picking up her fork and cutting another piece of meat.

"I prefer to eat alone" I stated, Delaney's body tensing as she slowly chewed, swallowing with a small nod.

"You want me to leave?" She asked.

"No I just, I don't know." I sighed, frustrated with the mind games. "Why are you here?" I questioned, hating that she was making me flustered.

I can't remember the last time someone has made me stumble this much. It was aggravating me to no end.

I was used to working towards a goal. To have a reason. Her being here wasn't again tonight wasn't one of them and it was throwing a wrench into my routine; sending me for a loop as I tried to figure out what the sudden change was.

If she wasn't quiet, she was yelling at me. Or laughing. Or telling me to go away.

It was confusing.

She was always around, yet never seemed like she wanted to be there, even though I never asked her to be there. Maybe her dad had like the first day I arrived?

"I wanted to hang out with you, Harry. You're quite the loner" She hummed, taking a swig of the lemonade.

She wants to be here? Like I said, confusing.

"I'm not a loner" I huffed, "I just like being alone. There is a difference"

"Damn. Hit a nerve, did I?" She teased, my nostrils flaring, "Oh calm down, it's dinner. What's the worst that can happen? Mr. Harry Styles isn't alone for a full 24 hours?" She scoffed, repositioning her plate to reach the sides. "Anyways, how was your day? I've been busy out of my mind all day" She informed me, glancing up at me, waiting for a response.

"Was fine. Did my work" I numbly answered, Delaney nodding.

"My dad's been talking high praise of you lately. Saying you were worth the investment. You're allowing him time to go out and outsource more income. Although mom wishes you'd join us for dinner" She looked up at me over her plate, her brows raised.

"I'm fine alone" I repeated; indifferent about her invading my personal space.

"Harry" She sighed, and I knew I was in for whatever lecture was burning on the tip of her tongue. "You may think you're fine alone, but no one can ever truly be alone. We need socialization. You don't talk unless spoken to. We've invited you to join us for dinner because we want you there. You're not banned to these four walls. If you don't join us at least once for dinner so my mom can get off my ass about it; these one on one dinners are going to become a lot more frequent" She said, a smirk tugging at my lips.

I was right.

"So there is an ulterior motive" I replied smugly, Delaney's eyes rolling, sighing in defeat once again.

"I know that's what it sounds like—"

"You're right" I interrupted, "That's exactly what it sounds like. It sounds like you're buttering me up so your mom will leave you alone"

"I'm not buttering you— Okay, stop. Listen. I'm here because I want to be. They think I'm eating out back with the bunnies— Don't ask" She warned, "Instead of sitting in here with you. I'm just bringing up that you're welcome to join family dinner. It isn't a big deal. You're talked about at the table anyway, might as well be there to hear what they're saying"

"I don't want to hear what they're saying" I stated, already knowing that if there was a problem, it would've been said already.

"Fine. Just know my mom won't let this go. She holds grudges like a mother" Delaney giggled, wiggling her eyebrows before taking another drink of the lemonade. "Anyway, what do you think of the lemonade? My sister Morgan brought it. I love lemonade and she claims everyone needs a drink or two here and there"

Morgan? She has another sister?

"Why aren't you eating with your family, Delaney?" I asked; exhausted.

I just wanted to be alone. To decompress from today. Instead, I sat at this tiny ass table with a girl who seemed to be playing chess whilst I'm playing checkers.

"Do you really want me to leave that badly?" She asked, sounding surprised that my statement of liking to eat alone held more truth than expected.

"I'm tired, Delaney. I want to eat my food in silence. Get ready for me, and be unconscious until my alarm goes off at four fifteen"

"Jesus Christ, four fifteen?"

"Delaney. Whatever it is you're getting at, get there. I'm too fucking tired to try and decode whatever is going on" I snapped, hating the way she flinched as her nose twitched; glancing away from me.

"There is no ulterior motive, Harry. Sure it seems like I'm begging you to go to a family dinner. I'm just relaying the information. I can respect your boundaries if you do not want to come. Why do you think no one has forced you?" She asked, looking ready to keep talking when I interrupted her.

"You're here. In my personal space. That I requested. You're forcing yourself on me either way"

She stared at me for a moment before nodding slowly.

"Okay. I apologize for not respecting your boundaries. I'll leave" She excused herself, reaching for her lemonade and plate, scooting out of the chair and turning to leave.

I heard the clink of the bottle being set on the counter as she opened the door before grabbing it again and walking out, leaving the door wide open.

I growled as I exhaled, getting up to close the door only to see her walking down the road instead of turning left, back down the pathway that led to the main house.

Why isn't she going home?

I stood in the doorway for a few seconds, watching her trail down the dirt road before turning left and sitting down in the grass.

What is she doing?

I slowly closed my door, going to sit back at my table, only to look out the kitchen window and see two big white dogs were next to her now and she appeared to be talking, before handing them something.

I couldn't help but stare at her as I ate dinner, watching her eat her own food, drinking her lemonade and petting the big white giant ass dog that I rarely saw.

As I was washing my dish, I watched her get up, the dogs following her up the dirt driveway, headed towards the main house. The second she was out of view, I felt a tightness in my chest as I realized I could no longer see what she was doing; nor ask why she sat with two dogs instead of joining her family.

The following night I awaited my food to come, feeling an anticipation swirl around in my stomach as I awaited Delaney's' presence, The knock on the door making dopamine rush through me as I opened the door, only to be met with a girl I've never seen before holding a plate of food and a bowl of what looked to be some sort of vegetables mixed into potatoes.

"Your dinner" She said and I nodded, grabbing the food, watching her turn around and walk away before I could even think about saying something; leaving me standing gobsmacked in the entrance of my home.

I couldn't help but think; Delaney would never.

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I've redone this chapter so many times. I should be committed into an insane asylum for this chapter alone🤪

For how many times I've read through this, there better not be any errors lol

Written on: September 28th 2023

Published on: September 28th 2023

Word Count: 4.3k

Chapter Six

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AHHH ITS FINALLY DONE!!!

Please, do enjoy! Motivation and her older twin Ambition were such lazy bitches, and by Zalgo am I glaadd this thing is done!!

(smut under the cut!!)

The Closet Night 1

Slenderman x Male reader

. have no idea what kinks are in here ngl

To say you were embarrassed was an understatement. He was so close.. You could reach out with your hand and touch him. The closet was so small compared to Him. How you got so close was simple, really. Your Boss, the infamous Slenderman, had chosen you to come with him to scout out an old, ramshackle manor on the opposite side of his forest that was rumored to house a potential threat. Well, apparently the rumours were true. Slender had pushed you both into an open closet before closing it quickly. He had sensed a faint presence within the same area as you both, and it wasn't a friendly one. He was so big compared to the tiny wall compartment he loomed over you. His upper arms being above your head, propping himself against the wall didn't help either. Your face was flushed bright red. Your eyes big with embarassment at the position. You hoped staring at the door would be just enough to shield your flushed cheeks.

You are hot. Your backside is squished against the rounded edge of what you assume to be some sort of nightstand or small drawer set. Your arms folded against the top, to keep yourself from bending at very uncomfortable angles. You couldn't help but glance. Fuck, why did Slender have to wear such tight clothes? You could just barely see the roundness of his muscles through his suit jacket, which also flowed with his body. You wanted to touch. To trace along the lines of his muscles the suit marked.

"Is.. Is it gone?"

You cursed inwardly at yourself. The waver in your voice was so obvious, it was painful.

"I do not know, (Name). I cannot even sense its presence much. It was only luck I felt it when I did. Whatever it is, it is impossible for this reality, as it has no soul. If it has no soul, I can't even track it.."

His lower arms lowered, and he placed his hands on either side of the drawers. You noticed him relax a little. You can't. It needs to come off. You desperately, frantically nearly rip your hoodie off your dreadfully hot body. You shuddered with relief. That was much better. You tied your jacket around your.. Shit. No. You tie it so it hopefully isn't visible. Why now? Why now of all times did you have to get a boner? You hope Slender didn't see it.

But oh he did. He certainly did.. Little did you know he made the rumours. He set this up. He set this up because he wanted to be truly alone with you, so he could absolutely ruin you for hours to make up for all those times he hadn't. He has been here before. He saw it, and new it was the perfect place. He found the basement. He saw everything already set up there. All he had to do was swap a few things out and he had the perfect place to toy with you, use you, make those oh so erotic dreams of yours come true. But first...

You inhaled a startled gasp, his leg slipping between yours, rubbing against the embarrassing erection you have. You brought up an arm, to hide your face, and you squeezed your eyes shut in shy want, as his hand crept slowly up your thigh. He squeezed your thigh when his hand rubbed against your crotch. There was no denying what he was doing now. A shiver slithered up your back, shaking your body against his touch. His thin, cold fingers found the button of your pants, undoing it, and dove inside. His palm rubbed your erection through your boxers, from the base to the tip. Your whimpery moans quickly filling the small space. Another hand slithered up your stomach, resting just below your ribs. He traced a line with his finger. His voice rang out, making you shudder so, knowing what he was reffering to.

".. Right about here.. Is where the bump would end... And the bump.. Would be big.." You shuddered, the area he was marking with his finger certainly made it feel big already. It most certainly wouldn't fit.. At least not very easily. You had a feeling he'd make it fit either way..

His fingers, cold, long, with thin claws, traced your muscles. When his hands traveled up, they squeezed your pecs, his thumbs rubbing over you nipples. You whined when his hands left, and he chuckled. "Can't stand my touch leaving you? How whoreful of you~"

You shivered. His touch alone was addicting; burning your skin while sending electric pulses through your body at the same time. Slender pulled your shirt off, pausing after doing so. "This may not be the first time I have seen you shirtless..", He leaned down so his face was almost touching yours, "but I never thought I'd see it off like this..," he trailed off, one hand roaming your body, rubbing and feeling you all over, his head coming to rest in the crook of your neck, "You really should pay attention to your windows.. (Name)..," you shuddered, his voice was low and husky, the idea of him watching you do those things to yourself.. "listening to you get off to me was.. Interesting~" you whimpered, his mouth was open, his tongue wet, he licked and sucked on your neck, his cold breath sending shivers down your spine, making you arch your back into him. Your breathy, shakey moans sounding in his 'ear' sent warm pangs of arousal down to his crotch, which you felt harden against your thigh.

"By the way... There is something I am... Irritated about.."

You keened as another hand dipped back into your pants. His voice was right in your ear, and God was it hot. Even with your shirt off, you were starting to heat up to unbearable temperatures again.

"S.. Slen-" A lower hand covered your mouth.

"I am irritated that you insist on calling me Slender, or Slenderman. I have told you, countless times that my name is Abaddon..", he hissed, rubbing his body against yours, his fourth hand groping your ass as one palmed your erection and the other two roamed your exposed skin, allowing your breathy moans to continue filling the small space, "yet you insist on thinking otherwise.." Fuck it was euphoric whenever you were in trouble with him. The fear always went straight to your crotch.

Something about how helpless you were against him, knowing you could do nothing to fight back against him. Like a predator toying with its prey..

"M' s-sorr..", you gasped loudly and exhaled a breathy moan, your back arching, as a wet, slimey tentacle wrapped around your erection.

"... Oh, you will be Very sorry..", Abaddon's hand swept through your hair, pulling at it when it reached the back of your head. He used his long, thick, tentacle-like toungue to lick from your chest, all the way up to your jaw, a thick trail of saliva left from it. He used the chance of your open mouth from your breathy moan to shove in his tongue and mash your lips together. His tongue was so long it was down your throat. Your lips moved together, and his tongue deliciously ravaged your mouth. The hand gripping your hair keeping your head in place. Did he have more tongues!? Two more smaller tongues wormed their way into your mouth. God you felt like some sort of Xenomorph was making out with you. You couldn't breath. The kiss absolutely draining your lungs, which begged and ached for air. You tried getting him off. It wasn't until you nearly passed out that he withdrew his tongues. You gasped despertely for air, your entire body trembling, and knees buckling, from not only loss of air, but almost passing out too.

".... So weak.." Abaddon's voice rumbled, amused. His words went straight to your dick.

Abaddon used an arm to lift up onto the drawer set to sit you on it. Tentacles found their way to your thighs, spreading them nice and open as more tentacles wrapped around your wrists, pinning your arms above your head. He chuckled at how pretty you looked, sweaty and flustered, spread deliciously for him. He was quick to move in between your legs after admiring you, rubbing his clothed erection against yours. He loved the desperate face you were making, rubbing yourself against in tandem with the movement of his hips against yours. His hands gripped your hips in such a tight grip, making them still. The tentacle wrapped around your erection squeezed before pumping you, moving in other ways to make you feel every inch of its savory touch as it climbed up and down your shaft, the tip of it sending jolts of plessure through your body when it rubbed your tip, smearing the precum beading at your tip.

Finally, Abaddon ripped your pants to shreds, the scraps falling from your unclaimed skin. His upper arms gripped your hips, and his lower hands ghosted over the tender, soft skin of your thighs. Your eyes barely open from the savory friction of the tentacle jacking you off. He brought two fingers to your mouth. He didn't have to say anything, you opening your mouth when they came up. While his fingers were inside your mouth, they played with your tongue, pulling it and just barely scratching it with his claws. His fingers left your mouth with a quite popping sound, a thick trail of your saliva stringing thinner as they left. He slipped you off the drawers, quick to turn you around and bend you over them. His fingers rubbed around the rim of your quivering hole, one finally entering it. It started slow, his other hands exploring your body as he readied you to take him. The tentacle that was wrapped around your aching, precum weeping cock had left, leaving you to whine.

"S..." You gasped as a second and third finger entered your ass, "A-ab-ha~!" His touches were so sensual, his hands squeezed and pressed harder in all the right spots, and the pace of his fingers inside you quickened. "Abaddon, siir, please.." You begged. You needed his touch on your cock. He purred, the sound low and rumbly, sounding more like a growl, but not quite. He pulled his fingers out, reviling in the whimper you made when your hole was no longer filled. You heard shuffling, and your body twitched when a blindfold was placed over your eyes, and a tentacle slipped itself into your mouth. The tentacle in your mouth was also wrapped around your neck. You felt Abaddon's lips on your shoulder. You felt him litter them all over your back. He came back up, this time sucking dark bruises into your skin. The sensations made you shudder. You yelped around the tentacle when you felt his lips on your neck. You whimpered when you felt his warm body move away. You heard quite rustling.

His closed mouth rubbed against your skin again as he rubbed his now exposed chest against your back, his crotch coming to grind against your now aching ass when he rubbed forward. God he felt big.. You gasped around the tentacle in your mouth as a particularly thick one circled your hole. It teased and rubbed a portion of itself up and down your ass, teasing you with its size. More tentacles came to wrap around your legs, keeping them nice and spread for easy access. Muffled broken gasps left your throat as the tentacle slipped its tip in, pulling back out and repeating the process, teasing you more cruely. He was holding you down, you shuddering at the comparison of his hands and your back. He could very easily wrap his fingers around your arms and legs.

You let out a moan of surprise as the tentacle slipped in rather quickly, making you squirm slightly, which in turn made Abaddon tighten his python-grip on you. You let out a slew of broken moans as his tentacle filled you up, your body shaking at the pain and pleasure. When his tentacle filled you enough to cause a noticable bulge in your belly, it stopped. One of Abaddon's four hands wrapped around to rub your stomach. With his mouth, he made you shudder with gentle, and quick kisses to your neck, speckling them everywhere, even trailing them down to your shoulder blades. The one hand that was pinning you down was the only one not roaming your skin, or squeezing sensitive parts of your body. The tentacle started pulling out, until its slightly thicker tip hitched on your ass, and it then thrust back in. Your stiffled moans were loud as it stretched you, filling you back up. Within a minute or two, it thrusting into you with such a pleasurable rhythm, it had you falling apart quick, with your legs trembling in the pincer-grip of the tentacles wrapped around them, and your moans being loud despite the tentacle stuffing your mouth and throat. The tentacle in your mouth had started thrusting too, thrusting the tip against the back of your throat. A couple tentacles wrapped around your wrists and pulled your arms against your back. Like slimey handcuffs. The tentacle thrusting into your ass speed up as another slithered around your cock. Your moans increased, and you felt his grip increase for a moment.

Oh you have no idea how much Abaddon is enjoying this. Your slightly muffled moans sent tingles through his body, and more hot pangs too his erection. God, it hurt how hard he was, nevermind how hot and fucking tight his pants felt now. He groaned quitely at the pretty scene below him. You shuddered as his demonic yet godly voice rang out, "You look so.. What's the word..?", his mouth tested against your neck again, licking it, and then sucking a deep bruise into your skin, "Delectable? Definetly delicious~" You whimpered at his words, squirming slightly, and groaning as you suddenly felt your orgasm hit you like a train, painting the drawers with your semen. The tentacle that was in your mouth slid itself out, and wrapped around your neck, not enough to suffocate you, but enough to keep you aware of it. He purred, almost growling. Or maybe it was a growl. You heard clinking, and the sound of a zipper. He dug his claws into your hips, and you shivered while whimpered as you felt him rub his length against your ass. You heard what sounded like scrapping. His upper claws were scratching into the top of the drawers.

After wetting your quivering hole with his precum, grinding roughly against your ass, he lined himself up. You let out a squeaky gasp as his tip slid into your ass. You gasped, arching you back, letting out more loud moans as he filled you, even more than his tentacle did. God was he girthy, you let out a whine as he bottomed out, he was just soo long and so big. He stretched you warmly, and his length reached places none of the toys had used on youself ever did. The claws digging into your hips lessened their grip, and his hands then wrapped around your hips as he 'hugged' you. The hands scratching at the drawers grabbed your sides. The base of his cock was pressed cozily against you ass, and you could feel not only the harsh fabric of his pants, but also the soft skin of his balls against your ass. Abaddon buried his head into your neck with a quite groan. "Fuck... Your tight (name)~"

You whimpered at the 'compliment'. After allowing your body to adjust to his size, he leaned upward, leaning on his upper arms which rested on the drawers. He gave an experimental thrust, pulling out slow, then shoving himself back in. As a loud moan left your mouth, Abaddon propped himself up on his hands, his lower ones still gripping your hips. He thrust again and again, albiet slowly. He didn't want to ruin you too quickly after all. After a few minutes of him allowing your body to get used to his size moving in and out, he couldn't help it any more. His pace quickened slightly, as did the strength with which he pounded into you. Your moans falling freely from your lips, drool dribbling down your chin. You keened when you felt his claws dig and scratch, and his tentacles tighten their already tight hold. You gasped when you felt his tentacles sucking onto your skin, like they had suckers, and you moaned particularly loudly as he found your sweet spot. The tentacle around your neck did the same. You yelped slightly as two attached themselves to your nipples, leaving them to circle them and rub them. The stimulation was too much already, and he was barely started. Your felt the grip Abaddon had on your hips change, and every thrust was suddenly hammering into your sweet spot. With the moans you made, and the reactions your body gave him, Abaddon was loosing it.

Abaddon was so close to snapping. So close to letting go. And he did. His thrusts speed up, and the strength he thrust into you increased. God it felt good. His girth stretched you in ways you didn't think you would be, and his length rubbed areas that were oh so sensitive to his ravaging pace. He moved one of his hands down to your stomach, softly holding it. "There it is~"

You whimpered a moan. "There's the bump~"

He pressed against the area of your stomach that his dick made a bump in, which sent heat and pleasure coursing through your body, even more so when he pressed harder when he rammed hinself back inside.

You were so stimulated, and were experiencing so much pleasure that it had you melting under him. The tentacles gripping your soft legs and his hands digging their claws into your hips and the drawers were the only things holding your up. Tears of burning pleasure painted your cheeks. You whimpered, and tensed, letting out broken moans as another orgasm crept up on you. "Cumming again are we?" His hand found your head, his claws raked against your scalp, sending shivers and drawing whimperes in between your loud moans, his fingers grabbing your hair, pulling it, "Look at you.. So fucked out.. But you want more.. Don't you, you little cock-whore?"

His words sent over the edge, more of your cum painting the dark drawers. You felt his hold on your body tighten for a moment. How could he not? You tightened so much against him, and fuck did it feel good. He groaned at how tight you suddenly got, though his pace did not waver. You were spent, and now feeling the overstimulation. You tried telling him it was too much, pleading for him to be gentler.. But it felt so good, and when you did try to speak your speech was broken by your loud moans. "Aww, can't speak can you? Good. Keep singing that pretty tune like a good slut, okay?".

His words were met with another orgasm from you, which led to him chuckling, muttering about how slutty of you that was. He continued his harsh pace, being fast, and his hips pushing you foward with the force he was slamming into you. You were overstimulated, falling apart, and Abaddon was looving it. Because only the side of your face was against the drawers, he could see your face, and the pleasured, overstimulated expression you have, coupled with the drool and tears streaking your face was such cute fucking look on you. It took a fourth orgasm from you before Abaddon filled you. When you squeezed him again, the pleasure it gave him triggered his high. You moaned at gasped at the sudden hot filling you. His seed was hot, and sticky. You tembled when you felt a few drops leak down your legs. He thrust into you more as he rode his high out inside you, pushing his seed further in as he did. God did he fill you, there was so much, some was leaking out as he thrust in. You were spent. As he brought you up, you collapsed against him, and he chuckled. "Aww, all spent are we?" You felt him pull out as you blacked out, "We have aaalll week to do this~"

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xxcatzladyxx · 4 days

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Heyy :)

Okay so, i wanted to request a platonic dadzawa, in which he have a teen daughter and she pranks him saying she is pregnant or that she got hurted or something like that?

Thanks :)

Dadzawa x Teen daughter! Reader

Hello anonym and everyone else! ❤️

I'm here with the request of anonym. I hope it turned out okay. I've been thinking about it for days. One reason why it took so long. Another reason…my lack of motivation from time to time. Have a good read! I take requests! Any request! Lemon or lime! Yandere or not yandere. Any secenario!

Your Wolfi 🐺

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Today is the day of days. Today you are going to prank your dad. You've already practiced the prank a few times in front of the mirror. Everything is perfect. You've even bought a pregnancy test and drawn two red lines on the test display. Finding the right pen that works well and holds securely wasn't so easy. Most pens barely drew on the display of the pregnancy test. Other pens smudged easily. You were on the verge of giving up until you found a reliable pen. Now the test looks like a real positive pregnancy test. Now you just have to tell your dad that you are 'pregnant'.

You don't have to look far for him. As always, he's sitting at the dining table in the living room when he's not working as a teacher in a hero school or as an undercover hero. In front of him on the table are piles of papers, some folders and even more papers. A coffee cup has also found its place somewhere. You recognize it immediately. It's a classy 'You're the best dad in the world' mug. A standard gift from a child to his father. What father doesn't own a mug like this? Well, except maybe Shoto's father. But that's another story.

You take a deep breath and exhale again. Now it was time for the prank. “Dad,...I need to tell you something...” you start. Aizawa doesn't even turn to you and continues to sign papers in front of him. He takes a sip of his coffee.

“I'm pregnant...!” He spits the hot drink across the table and has to cough because he has partly choked. He turns to you and scowls. “You're what?” You hold the pregnancy test out to him. The black-haired man sees the two red lines at first glance. Shock is written all over his face.

“How could this happen? Didn't I talk to you about protection? And only allowed you to sleep with a man when you were 30? Who was it? Who is the father? I hope for your sake it's not Bakugou!” You look puzzled. Bakugou Katsuki? The blond hothead? How did your dad think of him? As if a halfway normal girl would want to do something with him. Be it a kiss or more. He's got every girl and boy in stitches with his character. Not to mention his pyscho grin. What does Aizawa actually think of you? You remain silent.

“Young lady!” your dad's voice rumbles. “You're far too young to have a baby, and I don't have the nerve to look after another child. You and my class full of idiots and problem children are enough for me.” He continues his sermon until you get too tired. “Dad...it was just a prank! I'm not pregnant and the test is just a fake. I love you, Dad!”

You see that he is about to use his Quirk and make a dash for it before his scarf can reach you. You run into your room at high speed and close the door. There will be repercussions. Downstairs in the living room, you hear your father muttering something.

'These children of today...!

'She'll be the end of me...'

'Typical teenager...'

What you don't see. He sits back down at the table. A smirk graces his thin lips. He's not angry with you. Still, he comes up with a punishment. Not for the prank, but...because of you, he spit coffee all over important papers! He silently wonders what bad thing he did to be punished with you. But he still loves you.

#reader #x reader #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my #my hero acedamia #aizawa #eraserhead #dadzawa #reader insert #female reader

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blacksa1t · 4 months

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Hello! long time no see.

Funny enough, as i have checked Deviantart daily, favouriting people artworks and trying to interact with them when i can, but never had the time or motivation to post my own works.

WELL, this journal may get a bit long as i'll ramble a bit about the year that is about to end in \\looks at clock \\ 20 minutes from now. So if you don't want to bother with that you can scroll at the bottom to the text in bold that will say 'PLANS FOR 2024' if you are more interested into that.

Now, let's get started.

2023 Has been quite a year for me.

Started quite rough, due to past mistakes and behaviour on my part towards some people that was uncalled for- which also brought me to be less online and rather stay in a confort zone, sharing mostly art with friends i knew i could trust and helped me see my mistakes and how i did grow out of it and how i still can better myself. The large influx of AI art has also unconsciously made me post less art, it has been a grim year for artists and if you are blocked, its solely because you used AI or NFT. Nothing personal, i just dont want to be part of your art theft thats all.

But other than that, 2023 has been a great year, with so many things happening that i barely can recall all of them.

One of the most important-which now feels like such a far memory- was finally getting rid of the two jobs i had at the same time. They were extremely time consuming and stressing and i am so incredibly grateful to have found a job now that has amazing coworkers, a great sense of teamwork and a work that relates and fuels one of my passions.

Having only one job, which also is an online one, gave me so much more time to take care of myself and my hobbies and while i did not post as much as i would have liked this year i drew so fuckin much compared to the previous years.

I finally feel more confortable with my art, being able to exercise on the daily, and i have big hopes to keep improving next year <3

The second, but not less important, is regarding my relationships. I still see myself as part of the asexual spectrum but i found someone that truly cares for me, that helped me go trough very rough times, that has supported my artwork and my headworlds so much that i know i would not have developed them this much if it wasn't for them.

They are one of the sweetest and smartest people i ever met and i truly think they deserve the world and more, someone that i had the pleasure to pass so many months together on shared vacations to each others houses.

And for this, i am happy to say i am in a relationship with them <3

I also met so many incredible people this year. Made some amazing friends, artists or not that have made me laugh and cheered me so much this year, and for that i feel very lucky to have met them.

I could keep talking about this all the time, but enough cheesyness in here.

This point also connects to the one above, as i am also for the first time thinking of moving from my country, Italy, to live completely somewhere else with my partner. We already looked at places and while nothing is set in stone we hope to manage the move by the end of this 2024!! very excited and very scared since i would move to a foreign country, but i feel reassured to have someone to move out with rather than doing it alone.

Other important things for me this year were my phisical and mental health.

My previous jobs was very stressing, having to deal with the public most of my day, especially in the ice cream shop where temperatures were KILLER, and did not help the moods.

So i decided around september to visit a psychologist, both for my stress and to better myself with people, to face my fears and other things i had to push aside for the sake of having no time to look into them.

AND i started working out more frequently, which having a home job i sure need since i am sitting most of the time in front of a pc lol.

I am surely missing something, but thoose were the things that i am more happy for and that make me excited for the year to come.

'PLANS FOR 2024'

Well, this is where i say a bunch of stuff and then maybe do half of it, but i want to keep positive that with more time in my hands i will be able to work more on all i have planned.

- Posting Art / Where To Find Me

I know i say this every year lol. But i want to believe that i can manage this time around. I will try to post at least once or twice a week. I have a lot of backlog of art i did in 2023 that will save me from scrambling to do art at the last minute just to upload it, so i am not too stressed about it.

I am also trying to see where posting art at this point is...worth it. I have Twitter but the place i a hellhole, been tempted to just use it to browse stuff rather than posting personal work.

Tumbrl seem to be a nice choice and i do have a Bluesky profile, so i'll try for sure to be more active there!

Here are my social links

bsky.appBlacksalt (@blacksalt.bsky.social)

https://twitter.com/Blacksa1t2 !

At some point i will see if i will open commissions or not, its been a while (like 2 years lol). But if you are interested send me a message and we can talk about it!

i have a very very good job so its not my main worry, but i do enjoy drawing for others and i've been thinking of reopening commissions for a while now.

-Inverted ARPG

This is a project i honestly dont know when i will have something concrete on, but i do want to try. For who has followed me for a long time, you know i am a huge sucker for apocalypse scenarios and that i have my own headworld for it. Well i thought it would be cool to make it an ARPG, with the possibilty of a player joining either the 'survivors' or the infected, the 'savagers'. A lot of it is WIP and i am not ready to show much of it yet, but i hope to be able to share with you all this year!

For now, you can see the wonderful art i commisioned @\ Ebonmere for one of the starting places on the map, the Riverside Bullwark

-Ayrum ARPG

So! this is not my project, but the one of my boo Umbrace <3 shes been working on it for a long time now, and while its still in progress she did a lot of work for it in 2023 and i want to be part of this beautiful, alien world.

You can read about it here, they do have a discord so hit me up if you are interested in peeking in an see how things are going!

docs.google.comARPG planning

Do know that its not playable right now, and its all a work in progress.

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That's all! i apologize if i made huge writing errors, im stinky like that

I wish you all a great year, crossing fingers it will be better for all of you <3

#blacksa1t #my_art #oc

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