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mcwentfandomtraveling · 6 months

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The Iron Scorpions as Told by Ashiya

Quick a/n : So I felt like writing a very short fic for The Devil is a Part-timer fandom because a) I love it and b) there aren't a whole lot of fics for this fandom compared to others and c) especially Alciel/Ashiya doesn't have nearly as many fics...so...since this has been tugging at my heart for quite a while now I decided it needs to exist on my blog...anyways! Still anxious and depressed so please no constructive criticism yet! I know better then anyone that it's absolutely ass...it has mistakes...the formatting is off...the punctuation is horribly awful...but I'm just so not in a place yet mentally to do better...so please go easy on me! I really am not doing good with this kind of stuff atm. Anyways, my main sources for Hataraku Maou-sama/The Devil is a Part-timer are the anime and the manga since I don't have access to the light novel, but Ashiya to me is one big question mark ever since hearing what type of demon he is...and I'm just making my own personal headcanons and stuff that I'm adding to this fic about the Iron Scorpion clan or sometimes demons in general...so this is just my ideas and interpretations mixed with the canon material...hope that's alright!

Also I'm not specifying the gender of the reader and using they/them, and there's lots of my personal ideas for the Iron Scorpian clan...Anywho...

Warnings and just stuff to know/literary ingredients that make up this fic : Talks polyamory, demon mating cycles, marking mates, Y/n has a sort of "bouncy" personality idk it just what happened..alright 😅, Ashiya might seem OOC to some people but this is just how I picture him, anyways the fic is not inherently sexual...it just talks about mating, weird demonic scorpian demon anatomy, no beta (obviously), again tons of mistakes...I am aware of them, I'm just to tired and depressed to fix them, so kindly just ignore them to the best of your ability!

You have now been informed!

Fic is under the cut!

The Iron Scorpions as Told by Ashiya

The distant city sounds created a calming hum of white noise while Ashiya washed the dishes in the tranquility of the evening light's glow.

"Y/n" he said catching thier attention.

"Yeah" they responded stretching thier arms upwards as they sat at the table in the center of the room.

"It's quite nice having just the two of us in here" he remarked having a gentle smile on his face.

Y/n hums a "Mmm" in delight.

Ashiya smiles as he dries his hands on a towel, now having finished washing the dishes.

He sits down beside them as they lean thier head onto his shoulder, he smiles fondly at thier display of affection.

"You've been awfully quiet, what's on your mind" he asks, enjoying his lover's company.

Y/n gently wraps thier arms around his arm, as they continued to have thier head on his shoulder.

They quickly nuzzle his neck causing him to laugh a bit in surprise.

"Honestly, you..." he replies laughing softly.

Y/n hums in delight having accomplished the task of hearing thier beloved's laugh.

Ashiya looks at them smiling at the affectionate touch of his partner "Alright, what in particular is making you so desperate for my touch today?" He inquired smiling softly.

Y/n smiled and let go of his arm choosing instead to fall onto his lap dramatically.

They looked up at him feeling a bit embarrassed but decided to talk nonetheless.

"Well I couldn't help but wonder about you...I've only gotten to know you in your human form...but well...you're a demon...so I don't know you as much as I should, so I wanna know more about you...Alciel".

Ashiya's eyes widened in surprise, it felt nice hearing the name he grew up with since childhood come from thier lips.

His own lips softly hummed in delight, thinking about what he might say about himself before looking back awkwardly and coming up short of any ideas on where to start.

Y/n laughed softly.

"Mind if I ask some questions then?" They asked.

Ashiya nodded softly at the suggestion as he waited eagerly wondering what they want to ask.

Y/n took a deep breath and looked up at Ashiya.

"Well, I know you're from the Iron Scorpion clan and I know Maou unified the demon realm, but...I genuinely know nothing about you as a demon or your clan..." they said awkwardly.

Ashiya smiled and looked up feeling a nostalgic warmth of memories.

"Well...what in particular would you like to know about my clan?" He asked.

Y/n blushed awkwardly.

"Well for starters...you're called the Iron Scorpions, does that mean you guys have your own venom? And like a stinger?" They asked.

Ashiya smiled.

"Yes, we're called Iron Scorpions for a reason, we do in fact have venomous stingers, however they are our last means of defense...we typically try to defend ourselves with our own combat skills because our stingers are our last line of defense, if our tails are cut off then...well either we'll be rendered handicapped for life or it might kill us...so we try to be cautious".

Y/n smiled and noded, "So what happens if someone accidentally happens to trip and injure themselves on your stinger?"

Ashiya smiled, "Well our clan, I'd say we're quite good at alchemical medicines surrounding venom and poions in the demon realm, especially to cure our own venom when we sting someone by accident which rarely happens since we can control when we release venom, however accidents happen, unfortunately my knowledge of poisons and venom does not translate into pharmacology or any kind job here for that matter in Japan, mainly because we have very different elements and ingredients in our world, back in Ente Isla that is, a lot of the same too, but also different things which came as a result of having magic in our world when this one does not".

Y/n nodded, feeling excited learning about Ashiya to which he laughed happily at thier enthusiasm.

He looked back at them and said "Anything else you wanted to know?"

Y/n hugged Ashiya in delight unsure how to contain thier happiness.

"Yes please" they said, as they suddenly blushed.

Ashiya looked intrigued at this reaction.

"Oh, may I hear the question my love?" He asked.

They continue to blush as they look away awkwardly, "Um...do Iron Scorpions have a mating season?" They finally ask.

Ashiya laughs finding thier awkwardness endearing, "Yes, we have a mating season, typically in warmer months, but that doesn't have much bearing on me in human form, however if you're interested in experiencing a demon mating season and mating with me in demon form then I wouldn't be against it, we're already together afterall".

Y/n nods and asks "what does mating season include?"

He smiles and says "Well, typically the smell of pheromones gets us...in the mood...and I can assure you, your pheromones smell enchanting my love. In our clan we mainly start out making the mood right for our mates...like how you humans like to wine and dine your dates before sleeping with them, we Iron Scorpions like taking our mates dancing, then once the mood is right we'd take them back and sleep with them, now what you're most interested in is the actual mating process, correct?"

Y/n blushes and nods thier head up and down enthusiastically in response.

Ashiya laughs at thier reaction, "Well, alright then!like most demons we like claiming our mates! We can control the release or retention of our venom...so we end up stinging our mates to have our marks and scents cover them for others to know who they belong to, without our venom being used in the sting of course, and we also use our tails to restrain our mates, and our black scales vibrate when we churr, now remember that we're covered in black scales on most of our bodies! Now as for penetrative sex, well Iron Scorpions have a demonic version of a cloaca, it's similar but different then ones you've heard about, we can have penises and we can also have vaginas, so Iron Scorpions chose how they identify whenever they get an idea, all of us can impregnate and be impregnated, that's just how we are" Ashiya explains.

Y/n blushes and buries thier face into his shirt quickly as he gently holds them close.

"Was there anything else you wanted to know?" Ashiya asks as he gently rubs thier back soothingly.

Y/n regains some of thier composure to talk again, "Um, well...I heard that unlike how in humans monogamy is the norm, within most demon clans its normal to have many mates, is that true?" She asks.

Ashiya smiles and nods.

"Yes, it is! good job on learning that Y/n, it is true" he says.

Y/n smiles, "So...you know how we both also like Rika? Mind if we both confess to her and both be mates?" They ask.

Ashiya smiles affectionately.

"I'm very glad you're willing! Absolutely!" He said.

Y/n quickly cuddles him affectionately and nuzzles his neck again.

Ashiya laughs happily, "My my! You're quite cute my love".

Y/n hums in delight then speaks up again.

"Hey Ashiya, thanks for telling me more about you" they say.

He smiles, "absolutely my love, I'm glad I got the opportunity".

He hugs them and tightens his grip tightens slightly at the joyous feeling of having his lover close, he smiles and says "Now instead of explaining courtship and nesting, I'll let you experience it with the time we spend".

Y/n smiles, "I can't wait" they say and they stay happily in thier lover's embrace.

#shiro ashiya #alciel #devil is a part timer #hataraku maou sama!#x reader #gender neutral reader #hugs #hope you'll enjoy this weird thing I wrote #it's way to late at night rn so going back to sleep now #it's almost midnight #are you still reading this?#go drink some water #go eat something #take a walk #remember to love yourself #sending love and warm hugs

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ohkkotsuu · 9 months

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𝐈𝐁𝐓 — 𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐅 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆! choso kamo.

ৎ୭ PAIRING: choso kamo x gender neutral reader (they/them pronouns used, unspecified anatomy)

ৎ୭ ABOUT: your boyfriend never experienced many things from the normal human world, as a half-curse. he's fully convinced that he needs to be a better boyfriend. so, he'll do his best to be the best for you. he sets some rules to be a boyfriend, a good one.

ৎ୭ CW/TW: SFW. choso is just so sweet i wanna bite him, overprotective behavior (a bit), choso is a simp and he wants to marry you, this is really just him being head over heels for you, choso calls you some petnames, itadori and nobara are mentioned (not as a couple)! fluff. straight up fluff. i just wrote a lot of him being silly about you lololol maybe this will become a series?? with other characters maybe. also, please, if you enjoy it, tell me about it! i would love to interact more with reblogs and comments from you all.

CHOSO never knew what to expect from the future, always being surprised by the violent turns in his life. lose two of his brothers, find a new brother — and certainly, he hadn't expected to have his heart so deeply won by you. nor win yours back. a sweetness of fate after so much sourness, which he hoped to make it last.

so choso became your partner (apparently, a modern term is boyfriend, so that works too). however, he has no idea how to be a good boyfriend. that makes choso resort to the best wingman he knows, an expert in people and relationships — his brother, yuuji itadori.

and it's from there that choso actively engages in what yuuji called “intensive boyfriend training”.

said training consists in watching hours of romantic movies, flipping through cliché books with good male leads, even retorting to reading shojo manga to know how to act romantic. yuuji even enlisted the help of a friend, nobara, so they only have quality content for training. no toxic male leads, no weird unconsensual stuff. only the best examples so he could become the best boyfriend. choso wants to know everything about how a guy should act to be a good boyfriend. after all, you're his world, and you deserve the best and the best only.

curses acquire information from the brain of the vessel they inhabit, but choso himself has no relationship experience. Centuries of his life were focused solely on protecting his siblings, and that is still one of his priorities — but, another priority is also you. he sets down some personal rules to himself, just so he can guide his heart through this whole “being a good boyfriend” thing.

his number one rule is never lie to you. never. doesn't matter the circumstances, choso will absolutely always be truthful and honest with you. relationships are based on trust, love and sharing. you are the person who showed him that there are ways to love someone beyond platonic — and, in return, you'll have his heart and he'll have yours. you are a partner for life in his eyes, and he would trust you with everything.

he's always truthful about things: where he's been, who he's been with, how he's feeling, he doesn't hide anything. choso even overshares every now and then. in his eyes, there is not even a single reason to lie to you. originally, he hesitated at the question of “how are you?” if he wasn't doing alright. choso wanted to be your white knight, the one who could protect you and his brothers without having to be weak. he slowly opened up as he realized it wasn't wrong to be weak. another valuable lesson you taught him.

if he is not feeling well, he will be sincere and say that he is not feeling well. choso will usually asks for what he wants — hold your hand, cuddle, kisses, anything really. he is also very honest when you ask for outfit opinions, for example — he admires how different colors suit you, how different types of fabrics of many different looks adorn your body. you usually need to call him more than once.

“choso.”

“hm? yes, baby?”

his heart skips a beat when he sees your smile. “you're staring. did you like this one?”

unfortunately, his opinion for visuals isn't exactly helpful, per say. he thinks everything look pretty in you, and he'll be very straightforward about it, because it's never about the attires you wear for him, no — you are insanely perfect. you're what makes this clothes pretty, not the opposite. you are what makes his world more worth living.

“I love everything you wear. you look amazing in everything.” the corners of his mouth lift up a bit as he give you the usual lovey-dovey stare.

you giggle a bit, unable to stop yourself from thinking that he's just so cute, staring at you like that. as if you were the moon and the stars. or even more than that.

“thanks, choso, but we've been here for half an hour. I need help to pick an outfit.”

the second rule he sets for himself is to protect you and care for you. he's absolutely never taking you anywhere risky. he'll do anything to be sure you're safe — anything he can. choso is always off guard for you, you make him feel safer than ever. but he's not relaxing about other things.

he would never forgive himself if you were hurt because he's too relaxed. he doesn't always have to be perfect, he knows, but he will still give every last drop of his own blood for your safety and your smile.

he's always keeping an eye out for suspicious people or cursed energy. if any signs of danger appear, he is ready to catch you on his arms, bridal style, and just run away to get you somewhere safe — which has already created some situations that are as embarrassing as they are amusing. another option is him entering on this intimidating mode, if not the immediate fight response.

he also doesn't like curses, even weak ones, around you. he acquired the habit of killing them immediately, being careful not to splash the purple blood of the spirits on you. he also carries around a tissue, either to wipe his face if a drop or two has spilled or to wipe his hand — he would never hold your hand while his is dirty like that. this is his version of “boyfriend who kills bugs for you” (to be fair, he would kill bugs too, if they're bothering you). choso was surprised when he learned that this is something boyfriends do for their partners, watching it on a romance series where a guy kills a bug when his love interest was too scared to do the same.

he's protective, but he's trying to be careful not to scare you or be creepy. he pulls you by your waist, always so gentle, staring daggers at a guy at the mall, scaring him away.

“choso.” he turns his head to you, and his eyes soften immediately. “what are you doing?”

“that man was staring at you.” he says, a bit grumpy. you only giggle and lean in to give him a kiss on the cheek — something that makes his face pink and a soft smile creeps it's way into his expression.

“thank you. but you didn't had to scare him, I know that guy. he's an acquaintance of mine.”

“oh. should I get rid of him?” he asks.

“choso, no, that's not what I meant—”

the third rule is something he made up seeing romantic movies: be a gentleman. he was doing that already, by taking care of you, showing his love, but according to yuuji and nobara, people love when their boyfriend is kind and does stuff for them. which made choso really confused.

“people get..impressed, when their loved ones show affection and minimum care or respect?” he can't really understand it, but if it's what will make him a better boyfriend, he'll become the most cliche of a gentleman.

(he's totally unaware that he is one already, and that no one was expecting him to do more).

so he looks for all kinds of opportunities to do something for you. place your orders in stores if you are too shy to do so, carry your shopping bags for you, put his coat over your shoulders when it's cold.

the “problem” is that it becomes something on a medium-large scale. you don't carry anything around choso, he carries everything for you. even small bags. the only thing with you should be a purse or backpack (if you wear any of those), and even with that he offers to carry it for you.

then there comes a day when you two are walking and choso stops. before you can ask him what's wrong, he picks you up on his arms. you cling to his shoulders with a surprised yelp. one of his arms is under your legs and the other supporting your back like a groom carrying his bride — as he hopes that one day, he will be that to you. and much more.

he just carries you for a few moments more without even complaining. he never complains. he loves carrying you, doing things for you, and you weight nothing to him.

“choso, what are you doing? what was that for?” he looks down at you.

“there was a mud puddle in the way, dear. if you crossed it, you would get your shoes dirty.” he explains nonchalantly, with you still on his arms. he seems ready to put you down, if you ask for it.

you both know he would have you bridal-style on his arms for a whole day if you let him.

hearing your giggle makes his heart flutter. although, one of his eyebrows raise softly.

“choso, we could have just skirted around the puddle.”

“oh.” he hadn't thought of that.

the fourth and final rule is never forget. he should never forget anything about you or involving you. dating anniversary, your birthday, this man has it engraved on his memory. he understands that these are special days not only for human customs, but for him personally — after all, your dating anniversary is a celebration of one of the happiest days of his life. the day you and him became a couple.

he certainly thinks that day would only be surpassed by your future wedding anniversary. but these things can wait. the wedding can wait. he's happy just by being with you.

it memorizes all your preferences, from the simplest to the most complicated. he knows what kind of movies you like, which series you hate, which food you prefer for every situation. he has your favorite brands decorated so he can get those for you. choso memorized all your orders in coffee shops or diners so he can order for you, too. it also learns if you have allergies.

sometimes he can't really believe that humans have such organisms. resist some diseases, but if you eat a tomato being allergic, something like this kill a human? impressive.

if you are in a situation where another person is hanging out with you and they ask for something “wrong”, choso will politely correct them.

“no, actually, they're allergic to those.”

“my partner asked for this, actually.”

people may think he's being arrogant, by correcting everyone about what you want — but what surprises everyone, even you, is that he always get it right. he knows your gift preference: what items you like the most, or, if you like it, handmade gifts. he learns how to do those for you.

with a lot of help from the internet, yuuji and some moral support from nobara, choso sucefully made you a bracelet. he hands it to you carefully, a bit scared that you won't like it. it's one of those bracelets with letters on it, it reads:

“cho loves you”. you look at him, and he seems shy. this is the first time he actually made something instead of buying something.

“ran out of letters, so there was no way to have another S and O.” his tone is a bit apologetical, and his cheeks are pink. “I made it for you.”

before he can say anything else, you pull him for a gentle, sweet kiss. even such lovely action knocks the breath out of his lungs and makes his head spin. your smile when you lean back makes choso think he's in heaven.

“thank you, choso. I loved it, I loved it so much! help me put it on?” you ask with those cute puppy dog eyes.

and of course you could put the bracelet on for yourself, you both know it. but he accepts any excuse to touch you, and you want to see him do it. while he helps you with your new jewelry, it reminds you of the day he slipped a dating ring on your finger.

“done, baby.” he says softly, eyes laying on the bracelet and moving to your hand, where a ring that matches his adorn one of your fingers. his fingertips touches it softly and he smiles, whispering: “I'll marry you someday.”

“what was that, choso?”

“nothing.” he looks away, embarrassed. but in a way, you both know it: it's a promise.

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romanestuffsposts · 3 months

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hi hi🐳

can you please do daddy!bucky x babyspace!reader (like the reader has a pacifier, a bottle, wears nappies) where daddy bucky is having playtime with the reader playing peek a boo with the reader knowing it’s their favourite game and he tickles them a lot because he loves hearing baby reader giggle and squeal and then he feeds baby reader a bottle and rocks them to sleep?

sorry if that’s weird or cringy 😔

Hi there love! 💜

No please, your request is perfect sweetie! Don’t think the things you want to see written are weird or cringe, the one you ask is really cute and I love it!

I Hope you like what I wrote for you ❤️

Enjoy <33

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Warnings : playful, tickles, teasing, kisses, pet names, diaper, sleepiness

Pairings : Daddy!Bucky x Little!Reader

Summary : It's your day alone with your Daddy today but sleepiness seems not to want to leave you. While he was changing you, he thought it could be fun to play a little game to waking you up... now you just have to protect your sensitive skin

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The morning sun is peeking through your window but apparentely it's not enough to wake you up.

About 30 minutes later, your Daddy walks inside your room and smiles when he sees you still sleeping. It's the second morning that your Papa is away for a mission and even tho he misses Steve, he loves having you for himself. He loves taking care of you.

He quietly sits on the edge of the bed and gently strokes your arm up and down with the tip of his fingers. You removed the cover in your sleep because it was burning hot in there.

You wiggle a little but still sleep pronfondly. he chuckles to himself because he knows you better than anyone and he knows how hard it is to wake you up.

He gets up and lies on top of you while groaning "waky waky, babygirl" he says in a funny way

You groan and open an eye "daddyy" you whine. He hummes with a silly smile. He knows he's being annoying and he loves it.

"get off" you whine again making him chuckle "rude little one" He rests his chin on your shoulder and tilts his head "i'm going to stand up only if your promise me that you'll get up too"

You groan louder "fineee"

He smiles and stands up. He watches you sitting on the bed and he can tell it wasn't easily, you really are tired this morning. You peer up at him with tired eyes and a little pout which make him smile. he tilts his head and walks to you, he lifts you up in his arms and you immediately wraps yourself around him like a koala.

"you need to be change baby ?" he asks and you nod your head. He walks in the bathroom and lies you down on the changing table. You let him change you and clean you, once he closed your beautiful purple diaper he looks back at you.

He frowns when he sees your beautiful eyes closed. He shakes your hips softly "little one" he sighs "it's not the time to sleep"

You moan and grimace but don't open your eyes "baby" he says less impatient now.

‘’Open those beautiful eyes or you’re gonna regret it, babygirl’’ he teases, trying to scare you.

He knows you won’t be scared but he wants you to play and he knows how to make you in the mood.

As he expected, your eyes stay closed so he tries something else ‘’let’s play a game’’

He opens your eyes with his fingers and chuckles because of the face you’re making. ‘’You have to keep your eyes open for the game baby’’

You groan but open your eyes, the call of a game too strong to go back to sleep.

You see your Daddy hiding his eyes and your eyes immediately light up. You absoutely love that game, you play it with your Daddy or Papa each time you're not in the mood.

They know how much you love it, it makes you feel little and you love it when they're playful like this with you.

He smiles behind his hands when he hears you giggle at the anticipation

"peeeeek aaaa..." he trails on, he feels you wiggling on the changing table at his teasing.

"Boo!!" he yells in his silly tone making you squeal loudly. He hides back his eyes with his hands and start all over again. He comes closer to you with his masked face and you bite your lower lip.

"Peek aaa.." He says more quietly than before but the teasing in his voice is still there.

When he says 'boo', his claws jump on your ribs and he shakes them. Your hands grab his wrists but you don't try to move them, you just laugh to hard for that.

He chuckles along with you and move his hands away from your senstive skin. He doesn't lose a time and hide back his eyes, your giggles are still leaving your throat because you knopw the game is about to start again.

He waits seconds before finally starting "peek aaaa.." He bend forward in a quick movement and yells "boo" loudly again before jumping on your skin once again.

You yell and harsh your back, this time he targets your sides and belly and the feeling is still the same than before ; torturous.

"Daddy toppp" You laugh. He notices from your tone that you had enough and decide to stop. It's all fun and games but he never wants to go too far, it's not the point of it.

He chuckles and kisses your belly button before putting on you your new diaper.

You're now all ready for the day with your Daddy

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im-not-samantha-im-samanta · 1 year

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I’d like to request PIB Death’s reaction to his GN!s/o coming up to him one day and booping his nose. I’ve been thinking about this a lot haha-

Hello there! ^^

Thank you for your request, it's a very cute idea! Though truth be told, I struggled with this one so much - I couldn't figure out how Death would react! Not to mention I hated whatever I wrote-

Also, so sorry for how long it took me to write this, like I've said, I been struggling with this one BUT also been struggling mentally, so yeah. (⁠;⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠)

I also just read a good fic with Death, then read this one I wrote and realized I'm not good at portraying Death...yeah imma end myself now (⁠༎ຶ⁠ ⁠෴⁠ ⁠༎ຶ⁠)(⁠༎ຶ⁠ ⁠෴⁠ ⁠༎ຶ⁠).

Anyways, I couldn't really decide if I wanted to do imagines or a fic, but ended up going with a short fic... or more like... a drabble? (⁠๑⁠•⁠﹏⁠•⁠)

I kind of experimented with my style, felt like adding it a different feel. Hope y'all like this one nonetheless! ^^"

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{Death, his s/o, and nose boops}

Settings: I don't think I specified it throughout the story. Though a bit more of a romantic vibe, I think?

Genre: Pure fluff! :3

!TRIGGER WARNING!: Don't think there's any! Maybe just brief talks of life, mortality and death, but that's to be expected with Muerte ^^,

Sidenote: Reader is written as gender neutral, but if they might have a more female feel then it's purely unintentional and I apologize!

Sidenote: I've never written full fluff fic (or more like drabble) before , so I hope I did well ^^"

That should be all, muffins! Feel free to read now ^^.

Hope you'll enjoy <3.

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Death was old as time itself.

A sad but an important part of life, he's been here since the very start.

And so, he's seen everything.

He's been there, done that, seen that, heard that,...

Yeah, he's seen everything, and it was hard to surprise Death.

Or at least, that's what he liked to claim, completely unaware of what tricks up your sleeve you, a mere mortal, still had.

And only now, when the two of you were peacefully sitting on the couch in the living room, did he face the truth that he, in fact, has not seen all after all.

You were up to something for sure, otherwise there'd be no reason for that rascally smile on your face as you slowly extended your hand towards Death, your pointer finger outstretched and aiming for Death's nose or so it seemed.

Death said nothing at that behaviour, after all, now that he was with you, he knew firsthand that mortals- humans especially - were weird creatures.

And so, he let you do your thing, having too much adoration for you to stop you.

Not to mention, a curious creature was Death, and intrigued by your actions, he just watched with a raised eyebrow and a smirk as your finger slowly neared his nose.

Then your finger was closer and closer and-

"Boop!" squeaking out in voice of high pitch, your finger tapped his nose, squishing it.

Then dead silence fell upon you.

Death was quiet, saying nothing at all.

His pointy ears had perked up though, his eyes of crimson wide as he seemed to be processing the action you'd just done.

And you had no idea what reaction to expect now.

Death was unpredictable, and figuring out his next move was something you had never succeeded in.

Nobody has, not even once.

And when the dead silence went on, filling the room like a thick fog, you couldn't help but retreat your hand and offer a nervous, meek smile.

You weren't scared of course, you knew your dear Lobo wouldn't bring you no harm, not now not ever.

But that uncertainty of what he'd do still left you wary after all.

Much to your luck, though, Death spoke at last.

"What... what was that you just did?" he questioned and a light grin stretched across his face, ruby red eyes wide and intrigued.

The expression was somewhat an unsettling one.

Death's eyes all wide, glowing, burning like wildfire, his razor sharp teeth all exposed by his twisted grin.

And combined with his massive stature and eerie aura, one could easily feel preyed upon...

But the word 'scared' did not describe how you felt at that moment.

You weren't scared, you knew better than to be distrustful of the wolf.

You trusted him fully, you didn't fear him even when he gazed at you like that.

You weren't scared.

Not when, with enough attention paid, you could notice Death's tail wagging ever so slightly.

And not when you had another giveaway of him being just intrigued by your action with no side motives - he intensely sniffed the air through his big nose with light growls rumbling in his throat.

Again, this action could seem intimidating to anyone else and could make them uneasy, but you knew that this action meant no danger - in your case that is.

In your case, you'd say it was something like when dogs panted happily when something caught their interest.

In other cases, mostly when it came to people who were reckless with their life or when it came to people who hurt others, this action had similar, but much more dangerous and terrifying meaning...

Well anyways, with that you knew you were in no real danger.

Although you still needed to be a bit cautious about what Death would do.

It could range from shrugging it off to starting a hunt with you being the prey.

"Oh... I... booped your nose...?" you answered and offered an awkward smile, unsure whether or not Death would be familiar with such term.

You didn't count on that much though.

"You... booped... my nose?" Death repeated after you, the term unfamiliar for his tongue.

And that eyebrow raise was enough for you to know your dear Lobo's never heard such word. Yet, his grin still remained the same - sly, intrigued.

Death added nothing more though, and only stared at you with his wide eyes that made you feel in the story of Little Red Riding Hood when The Big Bad Wolf stared at the little girl with wide eerie gaze, and the girl uttered those famous words: "But Grandmother, what big eyes you have!".

You wondered where your own story would lead to if you uttered those exact words to your Big Bad Wolf... Your Lobo feroz...

Nonetheless, you got the silent hint, and went ahead to elaborate what it meant to boop someone's nose.

"It's when you affectionately tap or squish someone's nose and say a 'boop'." you explained softly, smiling meekly.

Then taking a note of that light head tilt and eyebrow raise Death did at your words, you added: "It's a show of endearment,".

"It's a show of endearment," Death repeated after you as if checking he's heard correct, his voice holding a quality you couldn't really pinpoint.

Was it amusement you heard? confusion? disbelief? something else? It was hard to tell.

And then, Death fell silent once again.

It was silent again, and you weren't sure of what to do, Death being way too hard to figure out at the very moment - just like most times...

Hesitantly, you prepared to say something - anything - to break the awkward silence.

But then a chuckle came.

A chuckle came, and Death muttered: "Oh my," before covering his eyes with his paw and a grin grew on his face as his shoulders bounced ever so slightly.

Was he...?

And then it came!

Death broke into a fit of laughter.

Death was laughing!

He was wholeheartedly laughing like never before, the deep sound being sharp to the ears yet warm to the heart.

"Squishing nose and making a silly, high pitched sound to show affection!" Death exclaimed, shaking his head with amusement all written over the wolf's face as he laughed.

He seemed to be having the time of his life, and you couldn't help but smile, feeling all warm inside at the sight.

It was honestly sweet, refreshing to see Death like that, and so you didn't even risk saying something, letting your Lobo have his fun.

"My," Death breathed, his laughter eventually dying down to just an occasional chuckle, "you mortals never fail to amuse me,"

"you never really disappoint..." Death mused still shaking his head some with an amused grin on his face.

"Squishing nose and making a silly, high pitched sound to show affection..." he repeated his earlier exclamation, a light chuckle escaping him again before his half-lidded eyes found yours and he went all silent.

"Yeah, it is quite strange, isn't it?" You said lowly once your eyes locked with Death's, a meek smile playing on your face as a light chuckle left your lips as well.

It really was unusual yet amusing, you had to admit that.

Though still feeling a bit awkward in the moment, your instincts told you to ramble, which you attempted to do: "Honestly, I don't even-".

But then.

"Boop," Death muttered and his clawed finger tapped the tip of your nose!

Oh no way! Did he just-??

"Boop..." Death repeated, and chuckled at how silly the sound sounded before he did the action again.

He booped your nose and let out that silly 'boop' sound, making you peek at his finger cross-eyed and scrunch your nose as he smiled.

And right after he did all that, his ears and whole body perked up and his tail wagged all happily!

And as Death's soft smile twisted into a wide, satisfied grin and Death yet again intensely breathed through his nose, growls rumbling in his throat, the message was made clear:

You better prepare for a life filled with nose boops from now on.

Better watch out.

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onlyseokmins · 1 year

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perfect, now spit in my mouth • h.v.c.

Pairing: chwe vernon x afab!reader

Genres: smut (minors dni!), established relationship!au, lyricist/composer!au

Warnings: swearing, lots of spitting/spit kink (😭), fingering (fem. receiving), tiny bit of praise kink ig, lil bit of degradation but it prolly breaks nonnie's heart tbh, breeding kink too uwu, mentions of male receiving oral lol, wap lmaooo, tiny bit of temp play but not really - you'll see, wee bit possession heh, reader likes to tease and vernon is extremely whipped :3

WC: 2.6k

A/N: vernon and black eye = spit kink so nothing new but i wrote it so it is smth new 🤷🏻‍♀️ ajskdfd no but 🥳 a very extremely happy belated birthday @junkissed i love u lots heh i hope u enjoy this since i had to change up my original plans and i'm so sorry it took a while 🥰 oh and this is also for the other feral dollies out there ily all

If there was one thing you loved about Vernon, it would be his awkwardness. It was what drew you to him.

Light coughs whenever you giggled at one of Seungkwan's silly jokes. Stifled clearing of his throat at the rare chance he got to speak with you. The abrupt avoidance of eye contact when he was startled by your sudden appearance while lost in his own world. And a jittery departure at times you got too near — one might think he actually disliked you.

But those close to him knew the truth. And whether Vernon acknowledged it or not, you were someone close to him. And also a person that could read the man very well.

The light brush of his trembling fingers pressing against your back when guiding you through a crowded market. A protective stance at your side in his leather jacket, eyes narrowed as if to dare anyone to mess with you. As if you needed to be guarded.

But the furrow of his eyebrows while doing it was too cute for you to complain.

Vernon's awkward behaviors happen so often that they might as well just be normal anyways. A gummy smile and the characteristic wrinkles of his nose were enough to make up for any peculiar habits around you.

Especially after you say yes when he works up enough courage, stuttering while asking you to finally be his. Fumbling for the matching couple's bracelets he'd worked several double-shifts for in his pocket. Brown eyes sparkling and reflecting the same joy in yours even after he drops the box in a puddle. Not like you had any plans on saying no, though.

Those chocolate-colored eyes stare down at you now in wonder as Vernon holds himself above you. His left hand placed by your ear is decorated with the silver circlet holding your birthstone while wrapped around his neck, your right arm's accessory jingles with its amethyst charm. The pair of one-year anniversary gifts pierced in your earlobes sparkle in the low light of your shared bedroom, complimenting your cherished bracelets.

He's no longer as weird with you as before. As in, his fleeting touches now linger comfortably and he can almost read you just as well as you always have him.

Yet he still questions with pure wonder. As if he can't quite believe you're actually real in his arms and on his bed. Like you didn't give him the best suck of his fat cock for the hundredth time.

"You want me to what?"

"Spit in my mouth, baby. Did I stutter before?"

"N-no, I just — "

His eyes are blown wide, mouth still hanging open from when you first posed the notion. You put your hand on the side of his face, gently stroking his cheek with your thumb.

"Sometimes you treat me too gently. You can be a little rough, you know I like it."

"What if you break?"

"I'm not that fragile, goofball."

"I know but what if you hate me?" Vernon whispers, though his eyes do not leave yours. They shine, showcasing all his vulnerabilities. "I like you so much I think I'll die if you do."

"Silly, then stop thinking so much. It's not like I'm asking you to slap me and call me a whore." You smile coyly. "Although it's not like I'd be opposed to such things." When he whines your name you laugh. "Okay, okay… a later time then."

He flops his forehead on your bare shoulder. "I can't believe you."

"Can't believe you'd write something like "I'll spit in your mouth" and not do it," you pout and he lets out a defeated sigh.

"You know most of those lyrics weren't like… literal."

"Then what's the point?"

Your boyfriend can see how your eyes flash with teasing mischief so he shrugs in an attempt to put up a strong face. "I… draw inspiration from all kinds of experiences. Before, during… our relationship."

"… What about after? Are you planning to break up with me at some point?"

"Uh, wait — "

"Omigosh, then do you plan to murder me in the near future?"

"No, what? All I meant was I write things that aren't about you, sometimes."

"I know that," you assure him in his panic. "Sooooo," you drawl out, switching gears and pushing him onto his back so you can sit on top. You're both shirtless but have your undergarments on. "If we were to fuck often in the studio, would you write more songs about me?"

"God, baby," he groans, hand flying to your hips, "do you think I'd even have the time to think with you bouncing all loud and gorgeous on my dick? What's gonna happen when I lose my studio rights?"

Pleased at how Vernon's body is so reactive — cock hardening again and twitching sensitively in his boxers at the obscene thoughts — you grind down lightly. "Then we fuck even more. All day," you lean down and whisper right in his ear, "and all night."

"Shit, you're so dirty. So good to me. All for me."

"Of course," you swivel your hips, fingers brushing up the sides of your body, "all yours."

His gaze follows the colors of your pretty manicured nails until they settle to cover your breasts. They still shine with saliva and feel a little sore from him worshiping them earlier. You grab at them with a light squeeze and press down harder against him, taking in every reaction. The way his eyes roll back at how much you're soaking through the thin fabric of his boxers makes you feel like a god.

"Even when "I'm on my worst behavior"."

"You are so not using my lyrics in bed."

"Hey, I did earlier 'cause they do make great dirty talk so "don't stop me now", Vernonnie." You wink when all the poor man can do is roll his eyes. "See, "how you like me now"?"

He urges you back over to your previous position. "I do love you but if you want me to spit in your mouth, I think I'm gonna have to be on top."

You simply hum, the sudden electrifying zing in the air making you quiver in anticipation. Vernon is aware of this — pinning your arms above your head, fingers rubbing reassuringly along the band of your bracelet.

"That wasn't an answer."

"That wasn't a question?" you bite back, thrilled when he squints to shield the way his gaze darkens.

"When I tell you to speak, you do."

The gasp of surprise that rises in your chest comes out as a moan. Despite his uncertainty, the commanding tone makes your head spin joyously. Heat rushes through your entire body and releases in a hot mess between your legs, soaking your panties.

You're sure Vernon will very quickly and gleefully find out once he finishes sucking little love bites in a trail down your stomach. His warm breath lingers at your waistline, pausing until you raise your head to look at him questioningly.

"My pretty baby hasn't listened yet. Guess I'll hang out here for a bit. Thought we were done for the night anyways."

Your jaw drops as he continues to just press kisses on your tummy. "What the hell, Vern?"

"Don't you think you should behave to get what you want?"

"Don't you want to find out how wet I am for you?"

He shudders and you think you've won but he's uncharacteristically stubborn tonight, refusing to yield. "Only… only good… whores are rewarded."

You moan breathlessly. Shamelessly. Your boyfriend has barely touched you tonight besides some casual foreplay beforehand. Yet you feel zero embarrassment at how much your body aches in want for him. "I'll be a good whore for you so… please, please touch me!"

Vernon lets out a curse, hastily taking off your panties. He groans in delirium staying focused solely on your leaking pussy that's begging for him. Looking you in the eyes, he gulps to steady his resolve despite how easily distracted he is by the desperate flutter of your eyelashes.

"You really want me, baby? Think this little cunt can take me?" A choked laugh escapes his throat. "So goddamn wet for me already just like the lovely darling you are."

Your reply is cut off by a harsh sound in his throat before he spits right at your pussy. Hips bucking up at the feeling of warm liquid sliding down into your hole and only continuing to jerk upwards as he stares, not even blinking. Like a cat. Licking his lips agonizingly slow at the way you clench pitifully around nothing, his saliva mixing with your arousal.

"But not wet enough."

That's a fucking lie. You both know it. And you both don't care.

You can't help but leak more and more, threatening to leave a puddling mess all over the mattress. But he won't let that happen. You think you might burst into flames when your boyfriend's lidded eyes drag across your writhing body to meet yours, a heated fire swirling in chocolate irises as he spits into his palm without losing your gaze.

You've seen him do it before. Normally when he's about to wrap his hand around his thick cock during a mutual masturbation session when he can't use your wetness to coat him instead.

But now, he catches your dripping mess right before it falls. Smearing it with an accompaniment of saliva all over to coat your pussy lips. Fingers brush across your slit to fiddle with your clit, before spreading a shiny trail on your pelvis.

"So pretty… " Vernon mumbles, marveling at the debauched visage of your desperation.

Your fingers pinch at your nipples, thighs trembling because his hand lays so close to your clit. Able to feel heat radiating from him paired with the cool metal of his bracelet, the slight pressure above your pubic bone causes you to whine in frustration.

"Do something, Nonnie. Anything. Please."

Begging snaps him out of his trance, back to the present moment and the end goal he has in mind. Fingers slide down tantalizingly slow to tease at your entrance — gathering up more of your arousal — before easing just as painstakingly slow inside.

Groaning at the same time you do, additional filthy and wet noises fill the room when he sets a harsh pace to drive his fingers into your pussy. Months of practice allow him to quickly find the spot to stroke that has your toes curling, body writhing with the need to grab onto something. Vernon's eyes dart to how you grab at the bedsheets in an unforgiving hold.

Nervous you might somehow tear them (definitely not the first time), he reluctantly removes his hand from your warmth. Mildly amused at the way you release your death grip only to pound a fist against the mattress, the jingle of your charm sounding sweet despite your apparent vexation.

He ignores your laser beam glare, entranced by the clear strands that stretch as he spreads his fingers. Smirking with his tongue running along his upper teeth, he turns back to you and waves the digits tauntingly.

"Open."

You obey without hesitation, granting him access to stick his fingers into your mouth. Your tongue swirls around them, more intent on reminding your boyfriend of the way you sucked him off earlier than how you taste.

It doesn't matter if that pleases him or not. Because soon he's pulling his fingers away, not leaving you empty for long. Stripping down, he's back hovering over you before you can whine. Holding his cock with one hand, he taps it teasingly against your cunt only to lose reason and throw his head back at the incredibly loud, wet slapping noises. Quickly returning his focus to not miss the droplets that spray out to coat both of your thighs as he does it.

"Want me to fuck this tight little hole?"

"Mhm, of course."

"Whose pretty pussy is this?"

"Belongs to you, baby."

He spits again so it lands right where the head of his cock spreads apart your pussy lips upon its entrance. You might've told him to save his saliva to spit in your mouth but you're too blissed out by the whole insane situation.

"Arms around me, love." Vernon's freed hand lands to cage you between his arms as he slides in with more ease than expected, filling you up completely that it knocks the wind out of both of your lungs. "So fucking wet for me, ah."

Your inner walls pulse and contract around his cock as usual, yet it's a different feeling than normal. Rather than tightening so hard around him that he can barely breathe, it's more of a slick suction that makes his head spin. His cock is quite literally drowning in your pussy. If he thought the sounds of fingering you were filthy, the amplification of wet slaps as his hips snap furiously is somehow even impossibly filthier.

"'m not gonna last long." Your boyfriend would probably feel pathetic for the lack of stamina but the scratches along his shoulder blades inform him that you're just as far gone. "Gonna fill you up, nice and full just like you like it, baby."

As your mouth opens in a reciprocating moan, Vernon finally does what you desire. He spits, proud of his perfect aim into your mouth. You swallow without being told, eyes rolling back in delight and carving crescent moon shapes into his skin. That's all it takes for you to cum, shaking as you cling to him.

"More," you pant out, "do it again. Please!"

If he could speak, he would tell you how absolutely gorgeous you are. Instead, he does as asked, in awe of how readily you take every piece of him. You already have his heart, his soul, and his love. He's given his release after you've begged him to fuck you raw — and well, now you've taken his spit.

Gee, how romantic.

Vernon's pace hastens, intent to give you all of his cum before overstimulation sets in. Your legs wrap around him, reading his mind — or more like your body instinctively craves to be filled. He chants your name like a mantra before giving in and spilling inside, shuddering as his hips have no choice but to press tightly against you with the aid of your rather cute koala grasp.

"Fuck, you're so hot."

He buries his head inside the crook of your neck, laying his whole body weight on yours and refusing to budge. You hum, letting your head clear as your hands run up and down across the marks you left on his back.

"Told you I wouldn't break."

"Hm, do you still love me?"

You let out a huff of air, feeling his lips curl up. "Adore you, you idiot. My love is as strong as my trust in you."

"What would I do without you?"

"Said you would die."

"I would," Vernon affirms with conviction, "what would I do without anyone's mouth to spit into."

You feel absolutely no remorse delivering a light slap on his ass. "And now maybe you won't."

"Hey! You promised!"

His jolt upwards causes you both to grunt, a reminder that he's buried inside of you still. Testingly, you clench gently around him and he groans in protest.

"So, you'll do it from now on?"

He shrugs. "If that's what you want. You know I'll do anything for you."

Of course. That's another thing you love so much about him so much.

"Perfect, now spit in my mouth again, baby."

You take the opportunity when he cocks his head to the side to tug him down, fingers playing with the hairs on the nape of his neck. He melts against you when your lips press against one another, readily opening his mouth when your tongue prods for entrance, now understanding what you mean.

After a long, lazy makeout session causes you to part for air, you brush your nose against his. "I don't know what you were so concerned about when we swap spit all the time."

Your name falls out of his mouth in a flustered stutter before you shut him up again with another smooch. As you giggle against his mouth, Vernon presses harder into the kiss — whether out of embarrassment or revenge — you aren't sure but you relish it. Enjoying the intimate moment with the love of your life.

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moonlightdreamzz · 9 months

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THIN APOLOGIES / PART 1

SUMMARY ✰ Mark is your boyfriend, and Vernon is your best friend. You're sick of Mark not treating you right, and Vernon is too. He's also sick of watching from the sidelines when he knows no one can make you happier than him.

PAIRING ✰ Idol!Mark x Idol!Reader x Idol!Vernon

GENRE ✰ ANGST & FLUFF

NOTE ✰ This is actually the first story I ever wrote in my entire life three years ago. It’s my baby. I said to myself, I should rewrite this because the original version was written like the beginner I was at the time. I hope you all enjoy. It’s so good.

Blonde by Frank Ocean has been playing on loop for hours over your speakers. For what seems like days, your gaze has been fixed on the candle blazing in front of you. There are numerous reasons why you can't take your eyes off its flame—the first being that if you do, you'll be forced to see all of the decorations and food you prepared for Mark, who has decided for the third time in a row that you aren't important enough to show up for. All of his favorite things are strewn throughout your living room, unused.

The second reason you can't tear your gaze away from the flame is that you're intrigued. The lavender-scented wax is nearing the end of its life after being used for so long. What happens when there’s none left? Does the flame die peacefully? Or does the jar burn and combust, leaving you regretting not extinguishing the flame sooner?

Sick isn't the word to describe how your boyfriend has made you feel over the past few months. You’ve tried to see the positives of his absence right now, but it’s utterly impossible. What could you say to yourself? At least you got ditched in the comfort of your own home this time, Y/N? And not in a restaurant, or a random parking lot his manager drove you to?

Mark always has his excuses of course. His favorite one to use was that you don’t understand the sacrifices it takes to be an idol. When the two of you first began to have issues, you took those words to heart. You know how much he’s sacrificed to be where he is, and you never wanted him to think you were that girl—the girl who got in a relationship with an idol and acted like she didn’t know what she was signing up for. As time passed, you realized that he was just manipulating you.

He’s so good at it too. Or maybe he’s just an incredibly beautiful man, whose doe eyes could convince anybody that he indeed is a good person—he just doesn’t think sometimes. You just wish he’d understand that you indeed do understand his life, it’s simply his unfulfilled promises that are so incredibly frustrating. Summer Walker once said, “it doesn’t matter how hard I I try, I say it nice, yell it out loud, write it down, I’m tired.” She damn sure was right.

“Why plan a date you can’t come to? Just tell me it’ll be awhile before I’ll see you again.”

“I’m sorry, baby. I thought I could make it.”

Your phone begins vibrating on your coffee table infront of you, interrupting the reflecting that you’re tired of doing anyways. You know it’s Mark, back again with whatever his reason is this time for not showing up. For a second, you consider not picking it up. Maybe if he knew what it felt like to be abandoned, he’d stop doing it to you.

You inhale deeply before picking up the phone, surprised at whose name is popping up.

“Vernon?” You whisper to yourself. You feel a brief burst of happiness before immediately shifting to concern due to the time of night.

You and Vernon have been close friends since debut. Some would say it’s because you two are the English speakers of your group, but you only saw that as a plus in your friendship. In reality, Vernon was a quirky, artsy, adorably curious boy, and you always felt this weird urge to…protect him. You figure he was drawn to how you never judged him, and how open you were about what you referred to as “Vernon’s philosophies”. He got your jokes, and you pretended you understood his. The rest is history.

Laughter escapes your throat, scaring you simultaneously as you can’t remember the last time you genuinely found anything funny. In the midst of your giggles, Vernon begins to FaceTime you, and you don’t hesitate to answer the phone.

You can see through the phone how hard he’s trying to be irritated with you, but you also notice how bad he’s failing at doing so. The corner of his pink lips are twitching, and his hooded eyes are melting along with it as neither of you break virtual eye contact with each other. This only makes you laugh even harder. His flawless features don’t hold long, and he’s smirking boyishly now.

“You really think this is funny, huh?”

“Absolutely.”

“Well you know what I think is funny right now? You’re alone right now.” He jokes.

“Ha ha,” You laugh sarcastically, “Am I really this worthless? Like be honest.” You question, a sad smile naturally creeping onto your features as reality attempts to set back in.

Vernon’s eyes roll aggressively, followed by a deep inhale. You know him. He wants to tell you about yourself, and remind you of all the times you promised him you’d have more confidence, just to end up asking him questions like this in the end. It takes him longer than you expected to find kind words to say to you, but you appreciate the fact that he cares enough to spare you, because he wouldn’t do it for anyone else.

“Don’t ever call yourself worthless. He’s the worthless one. If he can’t see how amazing you are,that’s his problem and you shouldn’t just sit here and take it, Y/N. That’s not even like you.”

“But…I love him.”

“Yeah...that always sucks doesn’t it?” He says, almost as if he’s speaking to himself and not you. “I know it’s late, but how about I come keep you company Y/N?. You deserve to be happy for at least a few hours don’t you think?” He chuckles.

He’s no longer looking directly at you. He’s looking at whatever is below him now. Vernon coming to keep you company isn’t a terrible idea. Right now, you so deeply crave to be around someone who actually cares about you, and he’s a clear candidate.

“Yeah! Let me get dressed and I’ll come pick you up.”

“Do really think I’d let you leave your house at this hour to do anything for me?”

“Well, how else are you gonna get here? You don’t have a car and I know your manager is knocked out.”

His boyish smile returns, and you already know a sarcastic comment is closer than around the corner. “You ever heard of uber?”

Now you’re the one rolling your eyes. Was this okay? I mean, the two of you are only friends, but Dispatch nor fans would care about that if they so happened to be stalking you. Him coming over late could turn into a whole situation that you aren’t in the mood to hear about.

“What if you get caught?” You question, although unconsciously do you begin to tidy up in your living room.

“I didn’t.”

He didn’t? Was he already—

Your doorbell ringing interrupts your thoughts.

“Vernon!” You scream through the phone, so many questions running through your mind.

“Are you going to let me in, or are we gonna hangout from outside the door?” He snickers slyly.

You should have known he was up to no good the moment you couldn't identify where he was from his surroundings. All you saw was darkness, but you imagined he was walking around his neighborhood or simply in the dark, because that was so Vernon.

With precision and quickness, you run to the door and open it. You’re still dolled up; face beat like it’s prom night from the date you should’ve been wrapping up by now. Vernon steps in, and for a second it seems like he’s frozen in place. It’s embarrassing, as you often got reactions like this when you dressed up because without an occasion, you were going to choose sweatpants, a graphic tee, and crocs everytime.

“Woah.” He utters.

“What? You just saw me on the phone, Vernon.” You question amusingly before walking to your kitchen to grab him a water.

“Thank you.” He whispers as he takes it out of your hand. “It’s just…you’re so…ugly.”

You know that he thinks you’re going to hit him immediately, so you wait an extra second before punching him lightly in his stomach.

“Shut up!” You laugh, loudly this time. It’s a rare occurrence these days for anything to unconsume your mind of Mark Lee, but Vernon’s doing that with ease right now. “You stay your ass right there and I’ll be back. I should probably take all this off.” You whisper while pointing to you and all your current glory.

“Take your time.” Vernon utters, no funny business in the room now. His smile is gentle as he nudges you towards your room.

You began walking in slow motion down your hallway. “Oh trust me, I will.” It doesn’t take you long to strip down to your natural state. You remove your clothes first, settling on a gray t-shirt you’ve had for years. If you didn’t have company, you’d stop it at that. You decide on some matching gray pajama shorts. The sight of Mark’s clothes in the drawer pisses you off all over again. As you remove your makeup, you can't help but squeal with delight. The wipes that you bought in replacement of the ones that took way too many to clean your face, was worth the investment.

The final touch is your bonnet, which you slip on your head with ease. Your icy feet drag over the hallway floor, a flood of fatigue washing over you.

“Awe.” Vernon coos when you reappear. In the midst of you getting ready for bed, he carefully placed all of the decorations you left out for Mark out of sight in the kitchen. He really wanted to throw it away, but that wasn’t his decision to make. Netflix is waiting for two of you.

“Don’t awe me.” You plop yourself on the couch so hard you’re pretty sure Vernon levitates for a second. You push the button to recline your seat, shutting your eyes right and leaning your head back with a sigh. “Thank you, Vernon.” You say the second you realize he cleaned up your clutter. The room feels less heavy now that you’re not forced to look at your wasted hard work. You feel his gaze on you, but energetically, you can’t interpret why he’s staring at you. You’ll settle on pity.

“Ah, I haven’t done much. Plus, you’ve always been there for me.”

Your comfort turns into guilt, recalling all the times you haven’t been there for your close friend in the midst of you and Mark’s relationship crashing. “Not like this.” You utter.

“Well, no you haven’t surprised me with a big box of donuts and a new video game,” He chuckles, “But you’ve been there for me. A lot of times unknowingly, if I’m being honest. Your presence alone…does a lot for me—I mean, for people.” He rambles. “Plus, I’m one of a kind, anyways.”

A smile creeps onto your features at him teasing you lovingly. You’re beginning to doze off, which typically makes you stare at things unintentionally. Your target tonight is Vernon, who is sitting extremely close to you right now. Your hand begins to entangle themselves in his locs, causing his eyes to flutter in relaxation.

“Enough about me.” You protest softly, “What’s going on in the life of Hansol, hm?”

“Nothing much,” He whispers, enjoying the feeling of your hands running through his scalp. His eyes are stuck on the ceiling, but you know he’s still listening to you. “I’m like a robot these days. I wake up, go to practice, go back to the dorm, sleep, repeat.”

“Why didn’t eat make the list?”

“Oh yeah, that too. But you know me. If I have to pick between sleeping and eating, I’m picking the first option.”

“Oh I know.” You can’t count on one hand the amount of times you scolded Vernon for sleeping too much, even though you do the same thing the second you get a break from schedules.

“Too much of a good thing, is a bad thing, Vernon.”

“Not everything.” He whispers, seemingly dazed out now. You’re ceiling wasn’t that interesting. He has something on his mind, but you’re not sure if you want to pick his brain. If he wanted you to know what’s on his mind, he’d say it. At the same time, you’re his right hand woman, and he’ll just have to deal with you being in his business.

Your eyebrows raise in an interrogative fashion. “Give me an example?”

“You.” He says simply. His eyes lock themselves into yours confidently, but you’re unsure how to feel. What was he trying to say? Is he flirting? Is he just being kind? It’s always been so hard for you to understand him when he gets like this.

“What about me?” Is all you can manage. You’re not sure why you’re nervous now, but you are. You hope you’re not making it obvious that his comment has made your breathing unsteady.

“I’m just saying it’s impossible to get tired of you. ‘Too much’ of you,” he air quotes, “would make the world a much better place.”

“You think so?” You question genuinely. “Mark doesn’t seem to think so.”

“Mark is a fucking idiot.” He spits out.

“I’m not gonna disagree.”

“I mean look at everything you did for him today, just for him to not show up?” Vernon begins to frantically point in all directions of your home, including at yourself as well as your kitchen. “What kind of boyfriend doesn’t come home to this?”

Silence is the only thing you can provide right now. One because he’s right, but two, because you’ve never seen Vernon so riled up on your behalf. He was the one always talking you off cliffs, not the other way around.

“Sorry,” He clears his throat. His voice is back to his regular tone now.

“Don’t be. Thank you for caring about me.”

You don’t know why, but you feel a desire to nuzzle into Vernon’s shoulder, so you do. Naturally, he wraps his arm around your shoulder to allow you more comfortability. Maybe it’s wrong, maybe it’s not, but it doesn’t feel wrong being in his arms right now. You know if you consider Mark, you should pull away, but when’s the last time Mark considered you?

“Is this okay?” He questions, his tone a mixture of hope and concern as he’s likely reading your mind right now. He had a knick for that when it came to you.

“It’s okay.” You decide. I mean, who’s going to catch you?

The two of you lay like that for the remainder of the night, watching a movie that Vernon puts on, but you can't concentrate. All you can think of is how you're lying in the arms of another man, your heart fluttering. That isn't supposed to happen. However, your thoughts are brief because you quickly find yourself dozing off in his arms that feel as if they never want to let you go.

It’s the wee hours of the morning when your phone rings, and then vibrates, indicating someone has called and texted you.

You and Vernon sleep through it.

TO BE CONTINUED

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judysxnd · 5 months

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Hi there!

I have a Pedro x f!reader request, can we get a cute/fluffy date day with Pedro after he comes back from a long filming stint?

idk i was thinking something like the aquarium/the zoo/visit a bookshop an have coffee, shall let you decide!

Thankyou🫶🫶

Proud for finally being able to write something, but again I don't like what I wrote. I'm not overthinking it, I'll publish it either way.

Hope you'll enjoy!

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Pedro has been away for months now. It's been hard for the both of you, especially this time, because none of you could actually fly to see each other. It never really happens, because you always manage to go and see him, even just for a few days. But this time, your schedule has been hectic and week-ends were shortened because your were spending them working from home.

You still managed to call each other, but never for long, due to the time differences, either one of you got busy at some point. And it is different. It's not physical, sometimes you get to see each other, but most of the time it was only phone calls as you were at work and Pedro on set.

You both felt the frustration. This time, it felt extremely longer, and it irritated you so much. You didn't have your lover by your side, he wasn't here to support you, to help you in hard times, and a text was definitely not enough. Every little things upset you. Not helping, was that every bad things were happening at the same time. It was getting intense and you didn't know how to act anymore.

Neither of you knew when it would end. Pedro told you that it was lasting longer than usual because the weather didn't fit the set and there were some problems with some accessories. It was hard to focus on the good things. You knew what you entering to when you both started to date. You usually managed to go through it, but this time was very different.

You tried so hard to focus on the day he would come back. Seeing him enter the house with his luggage, his exhausted expression with a big smile as he finally sees you in front of him. How you would hug him, very tight because it would still feel like a dream. Smelling his perfume like it was the first time.

What you also loved when Pedro come back is that he always takes you to the most sweet date the next day. It's like a ritual, showing you the love he missed giving you while he was away. Last time he took you to the zoo, you had a nice picnic in a parc not far from it, at the end of the day you drove to the beach for a nice dinner at a restaurant before going back home. You couldn't wait to see what he would prepare for you this time.

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The day Pedro came back finally arrived. It was long overdue. As soon as he texted that he was driving home, you were standing behind the window waiting for him. You didn't even wait for him to park that you ran outside. He barely had the time to get out of the car that you already in his arms. What you remembered and imagined were real, and it felt even better. He hold you tight and couldn't stop kissing your head. When you finally parted, it was only for a few seconds before you finally kissed each other. A feeling almost forgotten. Time stopped for a minute, nothing else mattered. You were reunited. You spent the rest of the day together, talking about everything, not remembering what you already knew or not. It didn't matter, you didn't see each other for months, you both had a lot to catch on.

The next day, as promised, Pedro took you out. This time he didn't tell where you were going. He didn't let out a thing, not even a hint.

"you know that stresses me out" you tried to convince him

"what?"

"not knowing where we're going" he rolled his eyes as he gently hit your thigh.

"if you must know, we're almost here" you were looking around you, it was the city, nothing weird. It was around 10am so it would definitely be some place to have some coffee or such.

"It doesn't help"

"Cariño" you looked at each other. You missed the pet names. You felt butterflies in your stomach. You were looking around, trying to recognise any place you could. Your eyes lit up when you saw the coffee shop where you had your first date with Pedro. You started to smile. "Why are you smiling?" Pedro asked as he caught a glimpse of you.

"I know where we're going"

"Is that so?"

"Yep. We drove in front of it." You were proud of yourself. Pedro didn't say anything and just turned on the left to a parking lot, and parked the car.

"So, where are we going? If you do know" Pedro asked as he got out of the car. You chuckled as you unbuckled your belt. He was quick to get to you and open the car door for you.

"You mean the coffee shop where we had our first date?" You stared at him with a big smile. Pedro sighed as he closed the door.

"Good reminder that I will have to blindfold you next time"

"Yeah" you playfully hit his arm. You started to walk there, arms intertwined.

Once you were in the place, you were having flashbacks of many memories. It's been a while since you came here. You were both seated to the same table where you had your first date. It made you think about the way you were so shy the first time you were sitting in front of him there.

You both had a wonderful time, catching up about things you both did while separated. You spent a couple of hours talking, reminiscing, not realising how fast the time was flying by. As you both got out of the coffee shop, you walked by to your car, not knowing that Pedro had lots of stuff planned for the rest of the day.

Lunch? A nice picnic in your favorite parc, where you go on a walk regularly together.

Afternoon? A cute trip to the zoo. You were surprised that Pedro took you there because he always hated to see so many people at the same time, but it was a quiet day and he secretly adored to see you fascinated and completely falling in love with all the animals there.

Dinner? A drive-thru and eating in the car parked in front of the nicest view of the city. Simple but always breathtaking. You stayed there the rest of the night, laughing, talking about everything, remaking the world, playing card games.

At some point you were starting to get tired, same for Pedro. The rhythm these past few days plus the jet lag was tough. So you finally head home, head full of new memories. Pedro always makes his return memorable. That's what helps when he is away, you know how special he makes you feel, the way he treats you like his queen.

#fanfic #imagine #pedro pascal #oneshot #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal preferences #pedro pascal x y/n #pedro pascal one shot #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x female reader #pedro x reader #pedro pascal fic #pedro pascal fanfic #pedro pascal fluff

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Hii! How r u? How was ur dai? About the oc thing...Could I prety please with cherry on top get a platonic platonic Furina, Ei, Nahidaand Venti with a reader that is like a elf? Idk, how to explain it, so I am gonna add a picture to how I wiev it:

Her name is Eclipsa and has white hair and pointy ears(ofc since she is an elf). And I dont mean like Santa's elfs, I mean the ones from greek and romanian mytology.

About the bakstory: Lets just say that she is the daughter of The Heavenly Principels(lets just call her THP bc I am lazy) (ik it sounds cringe but hear me out😭) and since THP was not all the lovey dovey tipe and probably VERY bad with children (maybe even hate them idk, I really cant see her motherly) she just decided to throe her to Tyvat into the care of the archons untill she was old enough (16 years old) to come to Celestia (bacically be mature since she doesnt want a cryng baby around). Eclipsa is growing, just like Klee slower (there is a theorh that says that Klee is 80 but is also 8 bc she is growing 10 times slower than normal) and everu 100 it adds 1 year rlto her age. Now, lets say that when she was 10(1000) she overheared somebody say that the archons dont actually like her (like parental figures ofc) and that they probably just cang get rid of her. She actually belivd them like a dumb child that she is and ran away (opened a portal to another world and dissapeared without anybody's knoladge). Now, lets just say for the sake of this au to make it more interesting (maybe more cringe but I am having fun ok?😭) that the disaster from Khaenri'ah happened bc the person occ heared it was a khaenriah'n and THP since finding this out was like "OH HELL NAHH" and this iz the reason they destroyd Khaenria'h. THP gave the archons untill Eclipsa was to turn 16 to find her. Well, now, at 15, she randomply (and awkwardly) came back. (Maybe she finally got into her head the ideea of checking Irmansole to see if the archons truly hated her and surprise surprise, ints not true). Now, imagine the characters meeting Occ in their nation. For Venti- at windrise, for Ei in the city (near the statue), for Nahida just at the spirit tree (maybe one of her little friends passed that message for her) and for Furina(back when she was still an archon) she was told from Neuvillette that he sensed Occ's presence(lets just say that higher ups are aware of Eclipsa's existance, including Furina. Perhaps she has read about Oc in one of the books she read to find a solution to Fontaine's profecy).

Also, I imagine ooc to look like this when she was little(I just love this fanart sm😭):

(One thing to note is that none of theres fanarts are mine, and idk who they are from to credit them. Also te line I made was bc there was some writting on that picture and I didnt want it to be out of the context:>)

About personalit I see her as somebody who is quite the drama queen and loves attention 24/7. She loves pulling pranks all the time and also like annoyng people, but in a joking way. Hoever I see her as somebody who has her moments of understanding and is quite the menance to societity(pretty mhch like how Klee is). About her powers, she is developing since young THP's powers but since she is not even 18, its definetly not as affective.

Anyways, I know it might be a weird request or cringe, and maybe I wrote too much, or gave too little information. Also, I am VERY sorry if you cant undrtstand this request, english is not my first language and I pretty much have dyslexia(not bad one tough, I am still working on correcting mynself :D) and I tried to make sure I made as little mistakes as posible but its hard to spot them when its a big paragraphe, uk? therfor you are always free to ignore thiz request, hopw you have a nice day and good luck writting so many requests. Also, congrats on 1k followrs!! :D

...Did I just read an entire fanfiction XD, I will gladly write this, and thanks for the congrats😆

Hope you'll enjoy😄

Trigger Warning: Yandere, Obsessive behaviour, Possessive behaviour, Kidnapping

Furina: She knows almost nothing about her, Neuvillette doesn't seem to remember anything about her and there are no books about it, hell the only reason she knows about Eclipsa is because Focalors thought of it as important that she knew about The Heavenly Principles daughter if she was going to act as an archon.

Furina's first meeting with Eclipsa is when Neuvillette is showing her around, it was instant love... not the romantic kind, the platonic kind, Eclipsa looked like a doll, so perfect to dress up, so perfect to have around, Furina feels lonely and Eclipsa makes her feel whole again, so she takes what she wants.

Furina dislikes The Heavenly Principles, she would be happy if she was hated by them, her performance is over either way, the profecy is fullfilled, is it really so wrong of her to be selfish... you will see Furina run around Fontaine with Eclipse causing havoc, as long as she is with her she doesn't feel lonely, and now she never will

"Y-you aren't leaving me right, right... ANSWER ME PLEASE... I'm sorry for yelling, I just don't wanna lose a friend so dear, you can understand, right?"

Raiden Ei: The day Eclipsa dissapeared was the day her sister died... not only did she lose her very own sister, she also lost someone she practically viewed as a daughter, she had never felt such horrible pain before, so she shut herself away as to not feel it again.

So many years spent in isolation, all Ei could think about was her sister and Eclipsa, she swore if she could just get them back, she would protect them both with her life, she just wants things to go back to normal, like it used to be.

So many years had passed that Ei nearly didn't recognize Eclipsa, she had so many questions for her, but she didn't say a single one... screw The heavenly Principles, she was going to protect her as best she could, Eclipsa don't even get a chance to talk before she was shut inside the plane of Euthymia.

"So long, you have been away for 500 long years... but that's okay, you're here now, I'll make sure you not come to harm like what happened to Makoto"

Nahida: She doesn't have much knowledge of Eclipsa, she isn't recorded in the Irminsul, all the knowledge Nahida has of her is what her predecessor left for her she didn't forget, she is confused why Eclipsa isn't around... did she dissapear or worse, did she die?

Nahida is confussed when she feels Eclipsa's precence by the Irminsul, it feels familiar but she can't figure out why, of course like the curious 500 year old child she is, she went to figure out what caused such familiarity... Nahida knew who it was the second she laid eyes on her, this is who she is supposed to protect like the Greater Lord she once did.

Nahida asks a lot of questions, why is she here? Why was she gone? Eclipsa is now her favorite subject to learn about, Nahida takes up some kind of little sister role to stay close with her, she needs to know everything, feed her ever-growing curiosity, maybe one day she will introduce Eclipsa to the Wanderer... but that can be later, Nahida wants to be selfish for a bit longer.

"Curious, you being here fills me with a feeling like... like a hole, you fall down it everyday and it just feels so annoying, then suddenly someone has covered it up and I don't feel annoyance anymore... You need to stay with me for a bit longer, I need to figure out why"

Venti: He isn't all that interested in following The Heavenly Principles orders, but he still did as to not occur her wrath... he did not expect to take care of a child, he wasn't the best, he got constantly drunk, never took anything serious, except for protecting Eclipsa from any danger.

It was no surprise that Venti felt such fear and despair when Eclipsa dissapeared, he had lost yet another loved one... why does he still care, it always happens anyways, no relation lasts forever, no matter how much he tries to drown the memory of her in even more alcohol, it doesn't work

That's when Venti notices her precence, after 500 long painful years, is she finally back? Is this his second chance. He meets Eclipsa at windrise, she look just as well as when she dissapeared... He doesn't care what The Heavenly Principles thinks or wants, he will keep Ecilpsa safe and away from her, He will keep that smile on her no matter what.

"It sure has been a while hasn't it, soooo how have you been, hope you missed me for I have missed you"

#yandere #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin #yandere male #yandere female #yandere furina #yandere furina x reader #yandere raiden ei #yandere raiden ei x reader #yandere nahida #yandere nahida x reader #yandere venti #yandere venti x reader #platonic yandere #oc #oc x canon #oc x character event

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aalyssah · 1 month

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Stress Relief

Pairing: Bubba Sawyer x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut. Blowjob, Cursing, Fluff, Handjob, Loss of Virginity, Oral, (Bubba Receiving), Praise, and Unprotected Sex. Minors DNI 18+

Word Count: 1,725

Summary: When you notice how stressed Bubba is, you offer to help him relief which leads to your first time.

A/N: Haven't wrote for Bubba in a long minute, so Hope You Enjoy!

The moment the door was slammed you knew Bubba was feeling different than normal.

You were in the kitchen, washing dishes when you heard the small animal noises coming from Bubba.

You quickly dried your hands and went to the bedroom where Bubba was at, sitting on the bed, while wiping his sledgehammer with a dirty rag. You came next to him, sitting down with a sigh. "Hey Bubba, you okay?"

Although Bubba nodded his head you could tell something was on his mind. He barely showed you attention, focusing on the weapon. "Bubba?" You called out once more, touching his shoulder gently.

He tensed up, looking at you with cold eyes. "Bubba? Baby, what's wrong?" You asked, eyebrows scrunched down in worry.

He's never like this, especially towards you.

Out of nowhere, Bubba abruptly stood up, making weird motions with his hands and the sledgehammer, while squealing, attempting to tell a story as if you could clearly understand him.

You watched as he finished, his arms plopping against his sides. You nodded your head with a frown. "Well, it's- it's okay, baby. It seems like you're really stressed and I think I know a way to help you out, if you'll let me?"

Bubba was now curious at your tone near the end of your sentence. He titled his head to the side, a shy smile coming to your face as you grabbed his arm, dragging him to sit down.

"Well, there's this thing couples do. We make love, and I wanted to try it out with you? It feels really good, and I'll even please you first!" Your convincing skills may not be the best, but Bubba was really nosey.

He wanted to know what you were talking about and if all couples do this, why haven't you two done it yet?

You and Bubba have been together for almost 2 years now and not once has he had thoughts of touching you sexually and that's because no one's ever told him about this.

Until now.

Bubba quickly nodded his head, eager to see what you'll do. You looked surprised. "Wait, really?" Bubba continued to nod his head.

You smiled reaching up and pulling his mask off before leaning in and placing small kisses on his face.

Bubba has become very comfortable around you, comfy enough to take his mask off which really deepened your relationship.

Bubba grew excited, smiling and giggling, but he stopped when you pulled away from him and went down on your knees between his legs.

You rubbed up and down his thighs, watching as his breath hitched. "Take these off for me, babe." Bubba didn't even question your orders, instantly yanking at pants while you slowly untied the apron around his waist.

Now with Bubba stripped bare except for his underwear you smiled while Bubba shook, nervous under your eyes. "You're so pretty." You complimented him, missing the slight blush on his cheeks.

You carefully pulled his boxers down and threw them somewhere in the room. It surprised Bubba, but he trusted you. You knew what you were doing, obviously.

You grabbed his cock with a chuckle, stroking him up and down. "Gosh, you're so big Bubba. I knew you were packing, but I didn't really expect this." You admitted, softly.

You studied his body, taking in every detail of his lower body. He stared down at you as you leaned down and took him in your mouth, humming at the sweet, but salty taste of his pre-cum.

Bubba pathetically jumped when you sucked on the head of his cock. You smiled, knowing this would be his reaction. You took him deep down your throat, before slowly coming up, licking a long line up to his tip.

Bubba's body fell back against the bed, a deep raspy groan coming from the back of his throat. He felt like he was on cloud nine right now while you were sucking him off.

Like asked earlier, why haven't y'all done this sooner?

You began bobbing your head up and down, making sure to stroke whatever you couldn't fit, wanting to give all the attention to every spot on his cock.

The slurping sounds coming from you were filthy as Bubba's eyes rolled to the back of his head. His big hands gripped the sheets tightly, almost ripping a hole through them.

You looked up at him through your lashes as you cupped his balls, fondling them with spit that dripped from his cock.

Your mouth came off him for a moment to let you catch your breath, a whine coming from Bubba above. His hand tried to come to your head to force you back down to his aching cock, but you slapped his hand away.

"Bubba, let me catch my breath!" You giggled, seeing how desperate he was. He was needy. Needy for the release that was close to coming out, but then you stopped.

Your hands came off his cock, and you stopped stroking him and Bubba wanted to ask what happened and why you stopped, but then he saw you quickly ripping your clothes off.

You were naked, stepping on the bed and over his body, squatting down above his cock. You took a hand and guided him towards your entrance, slowly sinking down, moaning as his cock reached deep inside you.

Bubba squealed, his hands coming to your waist, gripping hard. You tested the water, bouncing up and down a couple of times on him, letting his cock stretch you open a bit more.

"We're just gonna start off s-slow." You explained to him. You gently bounced up and down on him, your hands planted on his chest to steady yourself. Your breast bounced with every movement you made, Bubba's eyes staring at your nipples.

Some nights you and Bubba would sit in your shared bed or on the couch in the living room and allow Bubba to suck on your nipples, both pleasure coming from you both, but now seeing your breast bouncing while you rode him ignited something inside him.

You breathily chuckled, leaning down so your breasts were dangling in his face. Bubba didn't need to ask as he took a nipple in his mouth, a high pitch moan coming from you.

Bubba must've caught on really quickly because one of his arms came around your waist and pulled you down faster as you still bounced on top of him.

If anyone could see you two, y'all looked like a horny couple in horror movies, desperately bouncing on one another while moaning loudly.

You were moaning in pleasure, feeling his cock basically splitting you open as Bubba mewled under you, wanting you to bounce faster.

With one hard bounce you stopped, grinding your hips against his pelvic, his cock swiping against different parts in your body.

You grabbed his shoulder tightly, a bubbly laugh of pleasure coming from you. "Fuck, Bubs, you feel so good. You're such a good boy, for letting me please you like this." Bubba felt his body freeze for a second.

The two words, 'good boy' seemed to turn him on even more, and the way you said it with your voice all out of breath after all that bouncing made him want to pound you into the mattress, and that's exactly what he did.

While taking a small break you still continued to grind yourself against him, but it was cut short when Bubba's strength came out and flipped you over on your back, his cock somehow hitting deeper inside you.

"Oh, Bubba!" You screamed out, feeling his hips push into you at a fast pace. This was so unexpected and it felt so good, but at the same time it felt rushed. "S-slow down, B-Bubba!" You tried calling out to him, but the look on his face let you know where he was.

He was in la la land, eyes rolled back, a little drool coming from the corner of his mouth, and hips not even faltering in pace.

His cock was repeatedly slamming inside you, showing more and more wetness as it came out and slipped back in. Your hands were on his chest attempting to push him away, but Bubba was 3 times stronger than you.

Bubba growled under his breath, mad at the feeling of you trying to push him away, his hands spreading your legs apart and nearly pulling them over his shoulder, allowing his cock to slip as deep as possible, a cry spilling from your lips.

Squeals and groans came from Bubba as his hips pounded against yours, his heavy balls slapping against your lips. Your arms wrapped around his neck, gripping his short black curly hair as his hips slammed into you, a loud clapping voice echoing around the walls.

Nothing, but cries of pleasure came from you. "B-Bubba, slow— slow down, p-please!" You begged. You didn't know Bubba had it in him to plow your cunt like this.

Bubba's head was tucked in your neck, placing random kisses and sucking marks on your neck, while squealing in your ear. "Oh shit, I'm cumming!" You warmed him, but Bubba didn't know what that meant.

He just kept thrusting, his cock finally hitting your g-spot causing you to spaz around him. Your legs wrapped tightly around his waist, squeezing him down on you and your cunt clenched around him so hard, a throaty moan came out of Bubba that made your eyes widened.

He was gonna cum.

"B-bubba, wait-"

It was too late.

His cum shot deep inside you, and it didn't help with the position that you two were in. It felt like his cum hit your womb and that's what scares you, but the feeling of him cumming inside you felt so good you couldn't help, but moan.

Bubba was crying. Crying actual tears of joy in your neck, sobbing from the amount of pleasure he just experienced. His balls were empty, they felt so much lighter than normal.

Bubba slowly rolled off you, the cool air of the ceiling fan hitting your sweaty bodies.

You two just laid there, not even bothered to get up and clean your mess. Y'all will do that in the morning.

Until then, you both laid there, Bubba falling asleep on your chest and you falling asleep beside him, holding onto him tightly.

#bubba sawyer #bubba sawyer smut #bubba sawyer fluff #bubba sawyer imagine #bubba sawyer x reader #bubba sawyer x you #texas chainsaw massacre #slasher smut #horror smut

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mayakimayahai · 6 months

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Sona?

Part 2 (prequel to kill lady)

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An: 3 weeks later...sorry okay I'm sorry but yeah okay I don't have an excuse, the first half was hard to write and the second half I wrote in one sitting so yeah- well enjoy (this is a mess I'm sorry)

Summary: they see each other for the first time and can't take thier eyes off each other

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She put a hand against her forehead imitating a shield in hopes that it will protect her from the mighty sun

She wasn't used to Bangalore's weather but one thing was clear, her gaze shifted down to look at herself

The saree was not a good decision

She was told to disguise herself to the point where nobody should even think that she could be capable of kill someone

A white saree and her glasses that she wore after a century felt weird but they were perfect to portray her as the innocent lamb

But an assassin always knows

You can never really hide your true nature

This is what she was born to do

What she was taught to do since she was a child

She stood patiently despite the sun hurting her eyes, tapping her feet against the pavement she looked back at her hotel

She was just a few steps away from the entrance waiting for her employer- or rather his son she was told?

She checked her watch for the millionth time taking deep breaths to keep herself calm while she looked down the road in anticipation

She got a call this morning telling her to get up and dressed, they were going to see him today

She didn't think much of it, thier sources told them that they guy the hired to kill the previous owner had decided to take the throne for himself

Her job here was to eliminate that threat to their throne

Should be easy enough

Her curiosity and impatience was growing with each passing second

The winds blew with the screeching of the tires as atleast ten luxury cars came into view making her tap her foot against the road waiting as she slowly lost patience

About four cars passed her the fifth one stopping near her, she glared as he rolled the window down

Her jaw clenched, knuckles almost white as he looked at her raising an eyebrow as to why she wasn't already in the car

He looked her top to bottom, inviting his own death "get in the car will you, we don't have all day" he said wearing his sunglasses back

The tone in his voice implied that he owned her or something, she took a deep breath

These rich kids really needed someone to knock some sense into them

Just a pair of tweezers and she would show him what begging for death feels like

She gave him a tight smile opening the door and getting inside

She wasn't hazel

I'm a professional

Yes professional. She repeated again and again in her head

But kamal had much a punchable face she was genuinely curious as to how he had survived this long, especially with a personality like that

"They sent you?" He said eyeing her up and down again making her clench her jaw as she flashed one of her business smiles again

"You have read my file yes?" She asked with a smile that did not quite reach her eyes

Why him? Couldn't they have sent someone decent?

They were really testing her

"I don't think you'll be able to do that job" he huffed a laugh "i mean look at your fragile little self" he shook his head "koi tumhe kyu bhejega?" He said

She smiled looking at her hands in her lap "kyunki tumse tumhara kaam nahi ho raha"

The roads weren't the best here and she wasn't exactly a fan of them but they were working in her favor today

As a bump in the road approached she dug her heal into the car mat while his forehead hit the shearling wheel making her smirk as she looked out her window

The sun still shined high as she looked at the unfamiliar land they were approaching

Giant rocky mountains, nothing but dust and dirt

No sign of life

Her eyes turned to him with a questioning look on her face

Deep breaths maya deep breaths

We don't kill our employers

There was noticing in sight

The place was a dead land

She had half her mind thinking this was an ambush ready to pull out her knife at any point, but why?

An involuntary gasp escaped her lips

Her eyes almost popping out at the sight infront of her

She had tried to paint a picture in her mind about what this place would look like

Nothing could have prepared her for the sight before her

Did mines actually look like this? Her eyes ached from all the dust flying off with the cars but that didn't stop her from looking out the window

How could she get herself to stop when

It was a whole another city

In the middle of nowhere

She was after a man that was sent to kill the owner of this place

Alone

A single man killed the holder of the throne in his own territory

She had more respect for him than these incompetent people who couldn't do the job themselves

If she had morals she could never bring herself to kill that guy

But alas

Money concurs all it seems, And she had a job to do

She liked power

And someone who was able to acquire so much of it? She was sure she would like him too

That's part of the reason to took this mission

He was a challenge she was sure she would enjoy

The car stopped making her look up to see an impressive maybe a little too excessive mansion which seemed more like a castle from where she stood

Her eyes shined with delight at the sight

They got out of the car making her return to her senses

She was still mesmerized by it all but she had better things to worry about at the moment

She adjusted her glass hitching them higher on her nose while he stood near her fixing his suit

"Yeh sab" he pointed at the castle infront of them "mera hai" he smirked making her huff out a laugh

She liked people who had determination and confidence

But this guy? He was overconfident

If he could have all of this then they wouldn't have needed that guy or her for that point

They came to a stop near three much older men, two of them eyeing her like she wasn't from earth

"If anyone can do the job it's her" Andrews assured Kamal and guru pandiyan who looked maya from top to bottom

He scoffed looking at andrews the disappointment clear on his face, he turned to her "you think you can take the one who challenged us all?" He huffed walking ahead

She took a sharp breath letting her hair rest on her back, the old man with a cross nodded at her as if telling her it was time to become madhura

She huffed shaking her head

They were making it seem like she didn't know how to do her job

The were all so worked up, the nervousness was clear on thier faces even with thier best attempts to hide it

"We let him do the work for us and will now shoot him to claim what is ours" he chuckled

She frowned but kept walking

They all walked up the stairs, she curiously eyed the people standing with thals waiting to welcome them

Distracted with them her ankle twisted but she caught herself with the railing, the giant staircase truly made her realize how hard it was to walk in a saree

"Main kuch madad karu?" His voice made her face scrunch up as she stood tall once again

"Tumse?" She chuckled passing him up the stairs

Sure she couldn't kill him but there was no need to make nice with incompetent people who can't do thier job right

He snarled while she walked up the stairs with ease, one of her hands on the pleats of her saree to keep it out of her feet

"Jis chattan ko toodna tha sirf uski mazbooti ke bare main soch rahe the, lekin usse toodne wale hathode ki mazbooti ab pta chal rahi hai"

"Ab uss hathode ko kaise toodna hai uski soch" the older man said making maya frown as she looked at the other two

She wanted to hear more

She wanted to know more

Who was he? What did he want?

Usse bheja tha garuda ko marne par vo gya tha kgf lene?

Was it wrong that she was starting to admire him? She would still kill him so there was no harm in that correct?

They reached the doors with 4 men around them holding guys, sweeping past them they shifted inside the room with dark walls, a conference table in the middle of it with a window overlooking the empire

It was like a breath of fresh air looking over such a well crafted structure

Folding her arms across her chest she stood there infront of the window

This is what they are willing to kill over?

She smiled, she must say they had good taste

Who wouldn't kill for this

The sound of the helicopter made her look over her shoulder towards the door

Not wanting to move from her stop

Not wanting to stop

Wanting to know everything

She gave up turning towards the door awaiting the man's arrival like the rest of them

The anticipation was killing her as the door opened revealing the bright light

She shielded her eyes but couldn't help but look

The black suit came into view making her eyes shine

She couldn't quite make out his features due to the limited lighting in the room but she could see him

Everyone stood and watch as he came forward reveling himself entirely taking a few steps towards her making her rise a brow as a curve appeared at the corner of his lips

He came closer

And closer

Walking a circle around her holding her eyes as he sat down at the head of the table

Her eyes were on him while everyone else's were on her curiously watching as to what that little stunt of his was

If only she knew

"Hey Deva dekhna iss kursi ke liye koi aur sar na kate" his voice came making her turn and stand next to the older men

One of the workers came forward towards the man in white "rocky, garuda ko marne wala yahi hai" she eyed them but he caught her attention once again

She could feel his gaze on her

Making her look up at him

He smirked but it was shortlived as her eyes shifted again taking in her surroundings

So they hadn't seen him before?

"Aare basa re basa darr aur izzat toh dil main honi chaheye" the man at the top of the table flashed a charming smile making the corner of her lip turn up

He truly was something else

This was going to he fun

She stood next to the men sitting infront of him fixing her glasses better on her nose

The small bowls of fire were the only thing providing the much needed light to the room

She still couldn't see him properly

It bothered her a little

She wanted to know more

She wanted to know everything there was to know about this guy

It wasn't common for someone to peek her interest like this

But he was different after all

Everything about him was different

"Aare sabke thobade kyu latke hain? Jaghan ke liye naya hu, field main nahi" a smirked touched his lips

"Aye ek gya toh doosra aake baith gya isko khokho samjha hai kya" Kamal spoke making her eyes turn to him

So he wasn't all talk after all

"Hamare baap logo ne apna saamrajya mehefooz rakhne ke liye he hume paida kiya hai koi bahar wala aake baith jaye aur hum ghaas cheelte baithe?" He leaned back his jaw clenched

She rubbed her forehead

His annoying voice made her head hurt

Why couldn't she just put a bullet in his head again?

The other man on the other hand looked like he was enjoying playing with these people like his puppets "nepotism? Yeh kya ho raha hai hamare desh main jahan dekho recommendation, donation, domination, influence, ghoos, baap ka naam ab gareeb ke bache kya kare, mehenat karke first rank lane wala kya kare, bina ghoos liye kaam karne wala officer kya kare, hal chalane wala kya kare, AKELA GHUS KE SAR KATNE WALA KYA KARE" he let his fist hit the table leaning back with fury in his eyes

"Merit se aae hain bhai aapon ko bhi thoda respect de na bhai, tumhare baap logo ne sab sahi kiya, lakin ek mistake kar di, tum sabko mere time par paida kar diya, main raaj karta rahoonga tum sab ghaas cheelte rehana hun? What do you say sona?" He looked at her noticing her smile

She looked away for a second but when turned back his eyes were still on her

The smile on her lips vanished but it was too late he had already noticed it

Noticed her

Their eyes met his looking at her like she was something else he could take over and hers looking at him amused

"Kon hai tu?" An amused smile broke out on his lips as he frowned not being able to place her

There was no way he would forget someone like her

She looked at the male in the white for an answer "hamare liye kaam karti hai" he nodded making the man at the top of the table frown

"Dekha nahi kabhi?" He asked tilting his head to examine crossing one leg over the other and leaning on one side of the chair

"Abhi join kiya hai" the older male spoke for her

"Naam kya hai tera?" He raised his eyebrows leaning against the table his elbows on each side of it

The man was about to speak for her again but he stopped him, shaking his head he pointed his finger at her

"Madhura"

she spoke and something inside him snapped

It was as if he didn't expect her to actually speak

"Madhu" he repeated a smile streched out on his lips

"Mere liye kaam kar, bohot danger hai yeh sab log" he spoke smiling "aur vaise bhi itni badi company chalane wale ko ek company toh chaheye na" a sinister smile broke out on those lips

"You are my entertainment sona" he said making Kamal get up his jaw clenched "aye bass kar bohot charbi chadhi hai tabse dekh raha hu kutte ke tarah bhooka ja raha hai, hamari ladki ke bare main baat karega" that made her head snap in his direction

Since when was she their girl?

She looked at Andrews eyes burning with fire making him back up a bit as he nodded putting a hand over his arm "kamal kya kar raha hai baith ja" his panicked voice did nothing for him to back down, it was like this guy had a death wish

"Vo teri entertainment hai kya vo? chup baithe hain toh zada he foodak raha hai" maya took a deep sigh knowing what was about to happen

She didn't care enough to stop it but it seemed Andrews cared a lot

"kya kar rahe ho baith jao" he spoke again but went unnoticed

"Apni aukat janta hai tu? Bombay ki galiyo main shoe polish karke chillar pe jeene wala keeda hai tu" the man tried to stop him again getting up but he pushed him down

Maya frowned looking up at the man again

Was he truly who kamal said he was?

Did he really manage to get all this while being that person?

Did a simple guy went from polishing shoes to sitting on the throne of one of the most powerful empires in the world just like that?

If there was a doubt before it was clear now

The respect she had for him increased and the urge to kill Kamal intensified

"vo hai teri aukat, aapne uss din rok diya isiliye aaj hamare saamne rob jama ke baitha hai" another guy from the side tried to stop him aswell putting a hand on his arm calling his name

Why did everybody care about this guy so much? If someone wants to die this much let them

He shoved the guy off "don't touch me jiski jo aukat hai usse vahi rehena chaheye kooda khane wale kutte ko singhasan par bitha ke khel dekh rahe ho hun? Us bin bach gya aaj nahi bachega iski maut mere hatho hogi ISKI MAUT MERE HATHO HOGI-"

A gun shot was heard stopping the guy from saying anything further

Maya stood there unfazed she knew this was about to happen, infact she was waiting for it

She looked down as a pool of blood started to form at her feet

Tsk my saree, she stepped aside holding her pleats as to not get blood at the bottom of them

She took a deep breath looking at the man who did this

She was truly grateful

It wasn't exactly ethical to shoot your client so it was good that he did it for her

The silence streched out in the room as everyone looked at the body on the ground

But her eyes were only on him

"Kidhar tha main?" He said still holding the gun up, the rest of them turned to him listening carefully as to what he was going to say

"Entertainment haan you will be my entertainment sona" he put the gun away getting up from his chair

"Aye kahi nahi jayega tu" one of the older men said making the guards behind point thier guns at him for even suggesting that

But he stopped them "aye aye aye aye kya re partners hain re aise ek ek karke udh gye toh dhanda kon Sambhalega"

The space fell silent again as his eyes reached her again making her look at him

The older man spoke again "garuda ko marne ke liye ek rocky paida kiya toh iss rocky ko marne ke liye ek aur rocky paida kar sakte kya"

The man infront of her smile his face scrunched up

"mera baap se he nahi hua toh mere baap ki kasam kissi se bhi nahi hoga" he faced him

"one and only piece" he smiled putting on his sunglasses as he walked out

He walked out leaving everyone in the room stunned looking at each other's faces

Hoping one of them would say something

Do something

The body was dragged away

Andrews looking at her making her nod as she made her way out

Now was the time

What she had been waiting for

A smile streched out across her face

This was gonna be fun

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mermmarie · 9 months

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Wash Day

Pair: Donatello x Black Female Reader

Word Count: 4k

Rating: T?? (Characters depicted are adults)

Content/Trigger Warnings: N/A

Author Notes: Sooo… This is a bit random but I wanted to practice writing more fluff and felt compelled to do this. Sometimes it feels like I'm the only black person in the fandom, lol… So, I wrote this for the Melanin Queens out there.

I didn't go into great detail about hair type/hair length/hair products, because I wanted to keep this as open as possible for readers, but skin is: 'bronze", eyes are: "dark" and hair is: "coily/wavey."

(Slight spoiler: I also don't go into styling for this same reason.)

For my black girlies: I hope you enjoy. For everyone else: I hope you'll enjoy reading from a different perspective~ 🤎

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It shouldn’t have surprised you that Donatello had taken interest in a routine of yours. He was very attentive of all details about you… It was how he was with everyone if you were being honest. He liked to study and make note of things which made sense since he was the scientist of the group. But it was kind of different for him to specifically ask if you could demonstrate your hair washing process to him.

He had wanted to hang out and when you told him you wouldn’t have time because it was wash day you didn’t expect him to casually suggest allowing him to observe. You explained to him that you had nearly gone a whole month without cleaning your hair, so it would be a long and somewhat boring process from an outsider's perspective, but that didn’t deter him. He only smiled and suggested that the time would pass more quickly with company and that he was curious to learn about the procedure.

So… You invited him over to… watch.

It still felt weird that he was going to be observing. You had never done something like this for anyone before. Not even past lovers… Not that you and Donatello were a thing or anything like that… But it was just a personal routine that you had done on your own for a long time now. You never thought about how someone else might find it interesting, especially a mutant turtle man who didn’t have a single hair follicle on his being.

Although, you had caught him grazing the ends of your locks with the tip of his fingers once. In retrospect, the act had been harmless. But at the time, you had reared on him so quickly; thinking it was Mikey instead who had once bawled his green sausages into your luscious mane and messed up the style you had put your hair in for the day. The reaction miiight’ve scared Donatello from showing more interest until now.

Amidst your surprise, you hadn’t thought about the arrangements of your process. Normally, you did your work in the bathroom of your apartment. However, with Donatello coming over to watch, you felt it would be too cramped and personal… But the alternative was breaking your neck over the kitchen sink, since you didn’t have a detachable hose to work with. So, the shower it was… Although unlike your typical wash day experience, you’d be clothed during.

You wore a two-piece swimsuit under an old, light colored tee with black gym shorts. It felt strange stepping into the porcelain tub with all the garments on, especially since Donatello was just as dressed down as you were. And by that you meant: without his tech.

He had been standing just in front of your bathroom doorway, hands intertwined thoughtfully at his waist. Thankfully, the ceiling of the room had been high enough to where he didn’t have to crouch to fit in with his giant form but since it was a bathroom, and the two of you were just hanging out, he left his tech… elsewhere in your apartment.

As if he would go anywhere without his gadgets.

Still, it was one of the few times you saw him dressed so casually. He traded in his usual maintenance suspenders for black sweats tucked into some frankensteined basketball sneakers versus his signature boots. He still donned his trademark features such as his purple mask and tortoiseshell glasses of course. But overall, his whole demeanor looked more relaxed despite being in a private space with you.

“So…um…” you trailed off into a nervous laugh. “I was never good with presentations.” You joked as you turned towards your shower's knobs.

“You’re doing fine.” Donatello smiled warmly at you.

Your cheeks warmed in return, so you focused your attention away from him before he could notice your complexion darkening. You grabbed both the hot and cold handles of the shower. Turning them both about halfway, water came rushing out of the bottom faucet. You bent down a little bit, touching one hand to the running water to gauge its temperature. Dialing the cold handle back, the water began to heat up until it was at your preferred temperature of hot.

Turning your head back to him, you spoke. “So, like with cleaning most things, I start off with hot water. It makes detangling my hair much easier and removes grime and buildup from the product I use.” You shrugged and quickly added, “Oh! And hot water opens the pores on my scalp.” You brought your hands to the top of your head and ever so lightly scratched at it in a show of the motion of exfoliating.

Donatello nodded his head in acknowledgement, so you continued.

Pulling up the diverter valve of the bottom faucet, your shower head came to life.

You flinched a little when the water hit you. Not used to the feeling of being clothed when it happened, but you fell into your usual rhythm after the initial impact. Turning your back to the water, you dipped your head back and directly into the stream. You stood in place, turning your head back in forth slowly so the water would fully soak your hair. A few rogue streams cascaded down your face, and your eyes instinctively shut at the sensation. Feeling your locks become significantly heavier, you knew that they were thoroughly drenched and primed for detangling.

You wiped water from your eyes before opening them enough to glance at him. Seeing him patiently waiting for your input, you continued with the process. “I wait until my hair is pretty soaked before detangling it. Some people will use a special brush like this,” you bent over in the tub to pick up the nylon tool in question.

Using both of your hands, you spread the bristles open, showing the wide length in between them and the brushes flexibility. “This is specifically a detangling brush. It’s made to be so open and have give because you want something that glides through your hair effortlessly. The more resistance the more likely you are to cause breakage and frizz. Although, I generally prefer to use my fingers for the process. More control that way.”

“Interesting… May I?” Donatello extended his arm.

You smiled a little, finding amusement in the fact that he was curious about a hairbrush, but you gave it to him anyways. It only made you smile more when he turned it over in his hands and surveyed it like it was some ancient relic.

As he poked and prodded at the bristles you got to work. Gently, you combed through your hair with your fingers. Your eyes falling shut again as you relaxed into the process. You went over it in sections. Going through it a couple of times until it felt akin to a hot knife cutting through butter.

You opened your eyes and glanced Donnie’s way to speak again, but noticed his attention wasn’t on you anymore… Or at least, wasn’t on your hair.

His gaze had drifted lower, which made yours do the same. Searching for whatever it was that pulled his focus, a brow arched in confusion when you couldn’t find anything. You then wondered if there had been a stain or something of the like on your shirt, but there was nothing incriminating on the now translucent fabric.

You looked up at him questioningly, but his eyes were elsewhere now. Off to the side, looking into your bathroom mirror for seemingly no reason. It was then that you noticed the color on his cheeks were the faintest shade darker and it hit you.

You looked down to your chest again, which had been drenched in water. Your light tee was practically invisible as it clung to your glistening bronze skin, but you had prepared for that by wearing the two piece. Though, you couldn’t deny how good your breast had looked sopping wet with the creases of your shirt folding into your cleavage.

“...Perv.” You smirked, and stopped running your fingers through your hair momentarily to fling some water at him.

He recoiled as if the droplets had stung him and his green complexion darkened even more on his face. He fiddled with the brush in his hands but said nothing in defense. You saw a small smile creep up on his face, and his eyes flickered back to you shyly as he felt your staring presence.

You huffed with satisfaction before continuing. “Now that my hair is detangled, it can go one of two ways. If I wanna be in and out of the shower, I’ll just run my shampoo through my hair. But if I’m doing a deep clean, I’ll part it into twists; but the later usually takes longer so to save you some boredom I’ll–”

“No! No!” Donatello faced you again, holding out a halting hand. “You don’t have to worry about me. Please, take your time.”

“Seriously?” Your brows knitted. “Isn’t it… kind of boring? I mean, I know you're a genius and all so you like learning about stuff but– this isn’t really something of use to you.”

“Sure it is. It’s an important process of your lifestyle, and I…” His sentence began to taper off as he realized what he was saying. You noticed the deeper green in his cheeks come up again.

“like learning things about you...” He muttered but you were able to make it out through the sound of the rushing water.

Feeling the all too familiar heat, you were certain your cheeks had darkened in hue now.

“Okay… Do you at least want to grab a chair or something?”

A soft chuckle shook his shoulders. “I’m fine, thank you. I’ve endured far worse in the Hashi.”

“Alright… ” You cocked your head and averted your eyes to the bottom of the tub. “I section my hair into twists, because it makes sure my hair stays untangled, and it’s easier to clean my scalp that way…” You mumbled bashfuly.

You were teasing him only moments ago. How the hell had he turned it on you so quickly?!

Donatello watched attentively as you weaved your fingers through your hair. Lapping the coily strands over one another into loose twists. They were firm enough to hold their shape underneath the constant current of the water, but lax enough to not cause damage to the cuticles. When you were nearing the end of that process, he suddenly spoke.

“Could I?...”

Your dark eyes rounded at the implication.

“...You wanna try twisting my hair?” You asked for confirmation.

He nodded his head gently. “If that’s alright with you.”

“Uh… Sure, but… you’ll get wet.”

He huffed at the notion, smirking slightly. “Water doesn’t bother me.”

“Offf course it doesn’t. You’re a turtle. Duh.” You chided yourself.

You turned your shower off temporarily, not wanting to waste water and then you nodded your head at him, signaling for him to come forth. You faced the unfinished side of your head towards him and waited in silence for his touch.

You drew in a breath and held it, feeling his large digits take your delicate hair into his hands.

He was gentle, which didn’t come as a surprise. You had watched him work on gizmos and gadgets a lot, and you witnessed how precise and delicate he could be. Even with hands that were two times as big as yours. You felt him wind a section of your locks together and then pull away.

Leaning into your peripheral view, the top of his mask pushed upwards behind his glasses, giving a look of uncertainty.

How’s that?” He asked, and you pawed the section.

It wasn’t like you had tasked him to do some kind of difficult braid, but you were still impressed that the end result had felt similar to one of your own. Especially since you assumed it was his first time doing such.

“It’s good.” You glanced up at him with a small smile on your face. “Just one more section if you don’t mind.”

His chest swelled and he beamed at your approval, nodding his head eagerly. “Not at all.”

When he finished, you moved right into the shampooing process.

“Since it’s been about a month since I last washed my hair, I’m gonna shampoo twice.” You said, bending over to the rim of the tub and picking up your preferred choice of shampoo. “The bottle says to use a dime worth but–” You blew a raspberry and playfully rolled your eyes. “I don’t fuck with dimes. Quarters at a minimum. ”

Donatello chuckled again at your remark.

You squeezed the desired amount into one hand. Setting the bottle back on the rim of the tub, you pressed your hands together. Rubbing the substance between your palms until it was a nice lathered consistency. You pulled the shampoo to your fingertips and then applied it to your scalp. Firmly, but carefully working it into your pores.

You closed your eyes again as you worked. Not caring if that meant Donatello would sneak more glances at your body while you did so.

“I give it a nice scrub down for a good…. Thirty-seconds to a minute. Then rinse.”

“You're not gonna cover your twist?” Donatello spoke in an inquiring tone.

“No, the water will carry the shampoo down and through them. Plus, it’s why I do two washes.” You opened your eyes to give him a wink.

His brow line jumped, and he smiled down at you. “I see…”

Turning the shower back on, you did your first rinse and then left the water running for the second.

Bringing up the bottle to dispense some more shampoo, you paused when Donatello spoke.

“May I?” He asked again and you looked at him just as surprised as before.

It was one thing to do your twists, but to wash your hair? The only other people to do it were your parents and your stylist. You weren’t sure if you wanted to get that personal with him…

“S-Sure.”

Ok– Maybe you did want to get that personal with him.

Before you could hand him the bottle, he did something else that thoroughly surprised you. He lifted a foot, and ducked down to remove his shoe and sock, then did the same with the other foot. He placed both articles neatly together and off to the side of the bathroom, and then stepped into the tub behind you before you could object.

Your eyes widened and mouth hung open with disbelief. Instantly, you felt a feverish heat rush up to your chest and up your neck to your face. The embarrassment seemed a bit foolish considering the both of you were technically clothed but-- he had gotten in the shower with you like it was nothing!!

You quickly turned forward out of sheer panic and sputtered. “Y-Your pants!” He was fast with a response. “Trust me, they’ve been through worse.”

“Won’t your glasses fog up?”

“I designed them to have anti-fog lenses.”

“I didn’t bring a towel for you!”

“Then I’ll just wait in here for you to bring me one.” You could hear a smile in his tone and it made the corners of your mouth twitch.

“You’re a tall shit, you know that?” You huffed and he did as well before extending an arm in front of you.

He held out his palm and flexed it open and close in a grabbing motion. Physically asking for the shampoo bottle. You plopped it in his hand and remained facing forwards. Taking the brunt of the water to your chest.

“A quarters worth?” He asked.

“Mhmm.” You hummed in response.

You could hear him rubbing the substance between his hands, but you weren’t prepared for the warm touch of his fingertips against your scalp. You flinched in an exaggerated manner and he immediately pulled away.

“Sorry! Did I press too hard?” This time he sounded genuinely concerned.

“...No, I just– It’s nothing.” You shook your head lightly. Taking in a deep breath, you composed yourself and held your chin up. “Go ahead.” You commanded and braced yourself for his touch this time.

He waited a few seconds before bringing his finger tips to your head again. He pressed them carefully into your scalp and slowly started moving his fingers in small circles. Your head gently rocked at the motion and the two of you stood in silence for a few seconds as he worked.

“.....You can go a little harder.” You instructed.

“O-okay…” He said hesitantly but did as he was told.

He kneaded his fingertips firmly against your head and you couldn’t help but crane your neck backwards to add to the effect. It wasn’t long before your eyelids fell heavy and you relaxed into his hands. Allowing him to massage your scalp clean. You relished in how good it felt not having to break your neck over the salon sink, but still having someone else to do the work.

Despite it being his first wash, he had managed to apply the perfect amount of pressure that your conscious almost drifted away, but the constant stream of water kept your senses alert. He seemed to recognize your peaceful state however, as he leaned in close to speak in a hushed tone.

“I think you’re ready to rinse…” The words tickled your ear and sent a delightful shiver down your spine.

Reluctantly, you opened your eyes.

Donatello stepped backwards, giving you the space to turn around in the shower so you could position yourself underneath the water again. Putting your back to the water, you let it run over you. Gently rubbing out the bubbles and suds on your scalp.

With clean hair, you shut off your shower and started the final process of your routine.

“So… You’re undoing your twist now?” He asked in a curious tone.

“Yes, because unlike with the shampoo, I do want to cover every inch of my hair with conditioner.” You answered as you unraveled one section. “Hand me that little tub over there.” You pointed and waited for him to retrieve the product for you.

He took a second to examine the label on the back of the container before handing it over to you. You twist open the top, and placed it down on the rim of the tub before holding it up and within the vicinity of his face.

“Smell.” You scooped out a glob of the product onto your fingers and held the container with your other hand for him to take.

He took the container from you, bringing it up to his snout and taking a dainty whiff of it. His eyes grew a little and he looked at you with recognition. “Oooh. So, this is what makes your hair smell so good.”

“That and a few other products.” You giggled as you applied the thick cream to your strands. “Sooo… You’ve smelled my hair before?” You raised a brow at him and smirked teasingly.

“Not in a creepy way.” He mimicked your expression.

“Mhmm .”

“I’m a mutant turtle. Turtles naturally have a heightened sense of smell, and when you combine that with biogenetic mutation–”

“Yeah! Yeah! You’re in the clear!” You waved him off with a hand. “For now…”

Pulling out each section of twists, you lathered your locks with a generous amount of conditioner. Donatello reached out with his free hand and gently touched the ends of your hair with his fingertips. His head cocking slightly as he admired your freshly cleaned coils.

“It already looks rejuvenated.”

“Just wait and see how it looks tomorrow.”

He lifted his head at your comment. “Tomorrow?” He echoed.

You blinked at the question but then realized that he probably assumed you’d be washing out the conditioner immediately. “Oh! Yeah,” you bent down picking up a small bottle of ochre colored liquid infused with crushed herbs. Twisting the cap off of it, you used the attached dropper to apply the product to your hair. Stroking it in with the conditioner. “This is why I generally can’t hang out on wash day. It’s an overnight process.” You answered.

Pulling your hair back into a loose bun, you reached across Donatello and grabbed the towel that was hanging on a rack next to the tub. You used it to dry only your face and body before folding it around you and stepping out of the shower.

“I wrap my head up with a shower cap, and then my bonnet.” You picked up a plastic head wrap from your bathroom sink counter and then the satin one to show him the two head pieces before putting them on in said order. “The heat coming off my head underneath the wraps will essentially bake the product into my cuticles. And the longer I do that for, the better… In my opinion.” You shrugged and smiled a little.

“O-Oh… So, technically the process is done in the morning then?” He asked.

“Or whenever I wake up.”

You watched with confusion, however, when Donatello’s gaze dropped to the bottom of the tub. Cocking your head, you waited for him to speak, but seconds passed in silence. Just as you parted your lips to call out to him, he looked back up at you.

“I guess you’ll have to show me how you style your hair another time then.” One side of his mouth quirked into what looked like a disappointed smile. “I have to get back to the sewers before day break, and I shouldn’t move in the light either…” He cupped his hands below his waist and shrugged as well.

“The whole… ‘work in the shadows’ thing. ”

“Oh… Right.” Your lips stayed agape as you thought on his circumstances. You knew them to be true, and they were completely justified. Even though there were a handful of humans that did know about his existence, he and his family wanted to remain unknown to the general public. He wouldn’t be able to return to your apartment until the next night, and while the treatment would stay in your hair for at least eight hours; you weren’t sure if it would be advised to leave it in any longer than that.

Your tongue swiped over your bottom lip while you considered your options. You could do a thirty-minute treatment instead, or make another day with him styling your hair.

…..Or a third option.

Your fingertips rubbed together at your sides, and you bit your lip at the idea. It was probably too forward, but you wouldn’t know until you suggested it.

“Or…” You started and instantly felt your cheeks burn hot. “You could stay the night?...” You looked to him with arched brows before quickly adding, “If you want! And if that’s okay?..”

His bottom lip dropped and his eyes blinked rapidly behind his glasses. The smooth confidence he emitted before seemed to have vanished as he was loss for words. You winced at the silence that filled the space between the two of you again, but the motion must’ve turned a gear in his head. Suddenly, he jolted and nodded eagerly.

“Ye-Yeah!!” He sputtered out. Flush darkening his cheeks as well. “That would be fine! I just– will have to let the others know that I won’t be coming home till later…” His sentence trailed off at the end as his gaze dropped again, although it was clear that he was processing everything in his head.

You couldn’t help but to giggle and feel satisfaction in catching him off guard.

“Cool.” You smiled. “We can stay up late playing video games, or watch some movies.”

Or cuddle… You thought.

“Two of my favorite things to do with my favorite person!...”

You watched his eyes widen with panic when you gave him a look of surprise. He held up his hands, and went to speak, but you quickly cut him off by ducking out of the bathroom. You returned shortly after with a fluffy large towel in hand, and Donatello was still standing in the tub. You chucked the towel into his chest, and he grasped it with one hand.

“Make sure you wipe down good. You wouldn’t want to get your 'favorite persons’ couch wet.” You winked at him.

Eventually, his faced relaxed into a soft smile. “Right.”

The two of you stared at each other with content for several seconds before you broke the silence with another teasing remark.

“I’mma see if I got a bonnet that will fit your head.” You snickered and he chortled.

#TMNT #TMNT Bayverse #TMNT 2014 #TMNT 2016 #TMNT x Reader #Donatello #Donatello x Reader #Black Reader #TMNT Imagine #TMNT Lit #Mermies Writing

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robin-the-robo · 19 days

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Okay so @steriafluff asked me for Red Hood recommendations and I apparently have a lot of those, so...

Do keep in mind that these are very much My Opinions, but this is what I think is worth reading if you're getting into Jason Todd/Red Hood and don't wanna end up reading the... Really Weird Stuff.

So I think everyone should start by reading Batman 1940 from issue #408 to #429, which ends with Death in The Family, to see what Jason was like as a kid and as Robin (an absolute delight).

Then obviously you gotta read Batman: Under the Red Hood, (and deal with a 19 y/o being drawn like he's 40. Yeah.) but I would also recommend Red Hood: Lost Days, which basically covers what happens between the Lazarus Pit and Under the Red Hood.

Then we have... Red Hood and the Outlaws (2011). Look. I'll be honest. The """characterization""" for Starfire in that comic is painfully sexist. It has its moments and we somehow managed to pull a pretty cool friend group (and/or polycule if you wanna interpret it that way) out of it, but I would never blame you for skipping it. Red Hood/Arsenal, which covers the time after the original Outlaws broke up, is pretty decent tho.

Red Hood and the Outlaws: Rebirth (2016), on the other hand, I think is cooler than people give it credit. I like that they're a play on the DC trinity (Superman, Batman and Wonder Woman) but as antiheroes. The plot goes in some weird directions from time to time, but the characters keep their personalities all the way through it and I think it's just really fun. Tbh the worst thing about it is that they ended it.

Now I'm gonna give you a few wildcard picks that you're either gonna love or hate, but I think there's something cool in each of them:

Batman: Urban Legends, from issue #1 to #6. Look, it's got Bruce and Jason struggling to cooperate, they're realistically tense but ultimately on the same side, I wrote a whole fanfic about how delightful Jason's interaction with a kid he saves in this comic is, so yeah.

Batman: Three Jokers. This one is quite dark and potentially triggering I think, so be careful. It also has a little bit of Barbara x Jason which No Thank You, but the art is GREAT and it has some banger moments in there. Read at your own peril.

Robins (2021). It's got ups and downs, not perfect by any stretch of the imagination, but if you want to see all five Robins interact it's a pretty interesting read.

Knight Terrors: Robin. Hey do you want Tim and Jason interacting and being brothers and actually talking through some of their personal issues while battling their own nightmares? If yes, then you'll enjoy this. A lil bit on the nose but good nonetheless.

And then finally we have Red Hood: The Hill, the new RH comic currently ongoing. We only have a couple of issues out yet so it's a bit early to judge its quality. Atm i agree with someone here on Tumblr who said that it feels like it's more about the new characters than about Jason himself, but maybe that'll change later on. We'll see.

So yeah these aren't all the comics I've read about him, but they are the ones that get his characterization right, or better than the rest at least. Hope this helps some new (or simply confused, which is very fair) fans out there.

#jason todd #red hood #batfam #batfamily #dc comics

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barbwritesstuff · 5 months

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I really enjoyed Crying Wolf (after about one page of being a bit scared cause the words "prison" and "romance" used together can be really...not good in the hands of other people lol) so i'll be buying any book you were to publish. :D

Okay.

Story time.

Perhaps also rant time.

I don't know. We'll see where this takes us.

For those that don't know, Crying Wolf is a novel I wrote that was published in 2021. It's about twin brothers who get sent to prison for a crime only one of them committed. They're also werewolves.

You can buy it here if you're interested.

Now for the drama.

Crying Wolf is not a romance. At least, I never intended it to be a romance when I wrote it. It was inspired by the Australian TV show Wentworth (which is a prison drama) and me wanting to explore werewolves in a world where their existence is not secret.

But, peeling back another layer, it was really about me missing my sibling who I'd previously been very close to who suddenly moved to the other side of the planet, and processing some feelings I had about being in intimidating environments.

Ali's romance with Morgan was not nearly as explicit or important to the story in the first draft, and Amir's relationship with Ben was much more queer platonic.

But, I was told very unambiguously by several people, that I needed to increase the romantic elements. A lot of early readers felt the drama between the brothers wasn't enough to hold their interest.

Which is fair enough. I made the romances a bigger part of the story, but they still aren't the story. The story is still the brothers surviving a very dangerous environment while learning to let each other go.

It was, even then, still not a romance.

I never once tried to sell it to publishers as a romance. I always said it was a family drama. I distinctly remember making a point about this because I didn't want publishers to be disappointed.

But family dramas set in prisons which also happen to be full of werewolves isn't really a marketable category. Gay paranormal prison romance is.

I think this is was even more true back in 2018 when I signed Crying Wolf's publishing contract.

I noticed during the editing process that my editors really wanted to increase the romantic elements of the story even more, but that didn't really bother me. I don't think I 100% realised they intended to market it as a romance until later.

And I don't hate that. I guess I can see why they did it. And, with the edits, there is very much a romantic feel to it now. But, I still don't think it fits well within the category.

The literal climax of the story is about the brothers calling out to each other and giving each other strength from a distance, even if they can't be together in person. It's not about the kissing.

I don't know how readers feel, but that's how I feel. Especially considering how dark prison romances can be, I just don't think it fits the label.

Ultimately, Crying Wolf did not sell very well. Sure, there are a few hundred copies floating around out there, but it doesn't pay any bills. A part of that, I think, is it came out at a weird time in a weird market. COVID changed a lot of things. However, I also think some people picked it up thinking it was a dark romance and were disappointed... while others who may have liked it didn't buy it because they thought it was a dark romance.

Or maybe it just isn't the sort of thing a ton of people would be interested in. I dunno.

I still really like it. I think I did a good job writing it and reread parts of it from time to time. But, personally, for me, it isn't a romance.

It's about twin werewolf brothers being bad at emotions in a very fucked up situation.

Anyway, I'm really glad you enjoyed it, and would buy other things I publish. I hope you'll get that opportunity and I hope this sort of cleared up the marketing weirdness with Crying Wolf. 💙

#crying wolf #long post #bookblr #publishing industry

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romanestuffsposts · 2 months

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Hi! Is there any chance you could write a stucky x little story where she loves when her daddies blow breaths on her belly because it feels good but also tickles?

Hi there love! 💜

Thank you for this lovely request, I absolutely love it! i'm sorry for the long wait..

I hope you like what I wrote for you ❤️

Enjoy <33

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Warnings : multiples scenarios (only two because I'm already late enough as it is), tickles, playful, giggles, teasing, pet names, cuddles

Pairings : Daddies!Stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader

Summary : A little playfulness in the house is heard

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You absolutely love the playful side of your Daddies. They always know how to make your day better and they always make sure to do it correctly.

The thing they love the most is when you laugh and it warms their hearts that they're the one that made you laugh.

Of course there's many things that make you laugh like when they read stories with weird voices or do silly things but the thing that never fail to work is working their teasing fingers on your sensitive skin.

Today was no different, your Papa was changing your diaper but you couldn't stop crying. You were pretty upset because your Daddy wasn't there when you woke up and you hate when both of them aren't there when you opened your eyes.

He tried to comfort you, telling you he just went to do groceries and he even called him but that didn't change your mood.

He sighs and strokes the outside of your thighs as you lie on the changing table "baby please, you know Papa hates seeing those tears leaving your eyes" He gently wipes them away

"wanna daddyy" you cry out a sob.

Your Papa doesn't take it personnally. He knows you love him as much as you love your Daddy, you just need and want full attentions from both of them when you wake up in the morning.

You also act this way with your Daddy when your Papa isn't here so none of them are upset. They know you and understand you.

"I know you want Daddy baby but he'll be back soon. He texted me not so long ago to tell me he was on his way home so why don't we finish changing you so you'll be up and ready to greet him ?" he proposes.

You sniff and nod your head. He bends over to kiss your little nose and keep doing his work. He lets you play with his hair while he changes you because he knows you need to do something to change your mind.

Without saying anything, your Papa gets out of the room, leaving you alone and lost.

You start to get upset about the fact that he left without saying anything. They never let you alone on the changing table because it can be dangerous.

"Papaa ?" your sweet but sad voice sound.

As you were about to let your tears fall, you see a head peering the doorframe.

You sniff and frowns your brows "d-daddy ?"

"Hi my beautiful baby" He smiles before entering the room. Your sad face changes into a happy one as you see him walking toward you.

Your feet were in the air because of how happy you are which make him laugh "that's the face i wanted to see. i don't want to see any other face in the morning"

He grabs your feet as he reaches you and benches over to kiss your belly which made you giggle. He retracts him mouth with a smile "what's wrong ?"

You giggle as you watch him so close to your little belly. You stare into his eyes and watch as his lips get closer to each other. You squirm and try to move his head when he blows against your belly button

"you like that ?" he chuckles

You giggle and nod you head which took him by surprise "oh yeah ?" He immediately starts again.

You harsh your back, your laughters are filled the quiet room. Your Papa’s smile is growing bigger and bigger as he hears the both of you.

Some days later you were starting to fall asleep on your Papa's laps, your arms above your head, and your head on his laps.

He was watching something at the tv, his hands caressing your scalp unconsciously. Your Daddy was taking a shower upstaire so he can be there to put you to bed.

He starts to hear your breathing changing from the evolution of your fatigue so he peers down at you. A sweet smile appear on his face from the cute view he has in front of him.

He loves watching you sleep. Not in a creepy way, juste in a loving way. He loves the fact that you’re comfy enough with him to fall asleep on him like that.

Something he also loves is the fact that you hate when there's dirty on you. You love playing outside but once you step inside the house your mind completly switch and you have the need to take a shower immediately.

He find it so funny to watch you running upstaires while yelling because there is dirt under one of your nail.

So when he sees some dusts peacefully resting on your armpit he knows you're gonna be green if your eyes fall on it. Instead of touching your skin and risking to wake you up he decides to blow soft breath against your skin.

He forgot for a moment how sensitive your skin was and keep blowing for a moment. When he sees you twitch under him, the memory of your ticklish mode come back on his mind.

He softly chuckles to himself, he stops for a moment to let you go back to sleep before starting again. He gently hold your hand in his and keep it pinning above your head.

You open your eyes as the giggles slip out of your throat "Mhh Pa-apaa"

"What ?" he chuckles before blowing again. You harsh your back and your giggles change into loud laughters.

He benches over and kisses the tip of your nose before resting his forehead against yours. He lets go of your hand so you grab his cheek.

His eyes are deep into yours "you're my pretty little girl, huh ?" You giggle and nod your head as you stretch your legs and toes from your nap

You can see his smile while looking into his eyes and seconds later he watches you yelling your laughter as his fingers tickle your ribs and sides, causing you to kick your little feet.

"stop torturing our little girl" your daddy says as he steps into the room, his hair still wet from his shower.

Steve chuckles and stop tickling your little body.

"she's not gonna be able to sleep now" he rolls his eyes playfully as he approches you.

"It's not a problem, it means we can watch something else at the tv" Steve winks at you and your eyes light up "oh yeaaaaaa!"

Bucky scoffs and rolls his eyes "you deal with her tomorrow morning"

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loveandmurders · 9 months

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Hi! So I absolutely love and adore your sister AU fics for the Sinclair brothers and I’m just wondering if you’d ever do a similar thing with Brahms maybe? I’ve just had these thoughts about what if Brahms had a twin or younger sister who he loved because she was like his only true friend but then after what he did to Emily Cribbs, your parents had you sent away out of concern for your safety either before or after the fire. Maybe you have burn scars that aren’t as severe, or maybe you got away unscathed. But you somehow ended up coming back to the manor many years later (you’re on vacation, you get lost and/or your car breaks down, you get dared to enter the “haunted house” locals are wary of, idk) and at some point Brahms recognizes you and doesn’t want you to leave. He wants— no, he needs you to remember him. He lost you once, and he can’t let it happen again. Your parents and Greta are gone by this point, and he’s been so lonely. Of course weird ghost things happen that conveniently keep you confined to the house (The old doors get stuck and lock you in certain rooms, severe rainstorm/power goes out, idk) and other weird events make you think the place is haunted. Maybe you also have a porcelain doll in your likeness like he does and he tries to gift it to you without showing himself but it unnerves you. Maybe you find old pictures of yourself as a child but don’t recognize them as you until you read your name that’s written on the back. Just an idea, I know you probably have tons of requests to get through so no worries I just thought it could make for a very cool AU since your Sinclair AUs are so incredible and some of my favorite work 💜

Hello love and thank you for your kinds words and for this very cool idea!!!

I had a lot of fun writing for this (wrote two parts for it so far), so I hope you'll enjoy it as well <3

THE PAST HAUNTS ME - PART I (sister!reader x Brahms Heelshire)

Warnings: no proof reading, angst, nightmare/mansion burning down on Brahms, amnesia, mentions of death in a car crash, mentions of killing and violence, mentions of small past injuries and blood.

You woke up, with a strangled scream stuck in your throat, covered in sweats and madly shivering.

You had this nightmare again.

It felt like you couldn’t escape it since you were a child. You didn’t remember much of your past, but you perfectly remembered that, as far as your memory was going, there was this nightmare haunting you. You dreamt of a little boy who was screaming your name while a big mansion was burning down. His voice was coming from the mansion and you wanted to run in to help him out, but two adults were holding you back. You were screaming so much, you thought you were going to break your vocal cords. You were absolutely terrified and panicked and concerned, tears freely cascading down your face. You seemed to know who this little boy was. You seemed to care very much about him as well. Sometimes, you even screamed his name when you were waking up from the nightmare.

Brahms.

You always opened your eyes when the mansion was collapsing down on him.

You talked a lot about this dream to your adoptive parents and to the doctors you consulted as a child. You had always wondered if those images were actually coming from your past. Because of a very traumatic event, you lost your memory of when you were younger than 9 years old. It was as if your story was starting when you got adopted by your foster family. Because of your amnesia, your parents went to see a lot of doctors and therapists to make sure that you were doing alright. However, at the same time, your new family never wanted to talk about it directly with you, and they always said it was just a nightmare and that you shouldn’t worry about it too much.

They wanted to be certain you were in good physical and mental health, without having to talk about what they knew about you. They always said that they had no idea who your real parents could be, and you had always wanted to believe them because they were good to you. They treated you well, and they dearly loved you like their own daughter.

Despite your amnesia, you were happy to have a family and you hoped that everything was going to be alright. You grew up to turn into a young woman who was often questioning herself, but who was also afraid of what could await for her if she ever found out the answers to her questions.

When your adoptive parents died in a car crash, you thought you were going to lose it. You never cried that much in your whole existence, and felt so alone. You had no idea what to do at first. You weren’t sure to be ready to carry such a burden on your shoulders and on your own.

And yet, you decided to be strong and you focused on taking care of their funeral and then of their belongings that were now yours. They had a lot of kids but you were the only one they adopted, which was a little bit strange to you. But you didn’t really think about it: you were broken. You lost your second family as well. You felt like you were cursed; it was the only explanation on why everything and everyone was always leaving you. This idea was haunting you as much as the nightmare now; you needed to stay busy to forget about it.

As you were going through their documents, you found a very odd contract. They seemed to receive a lot of money every month in exchange for adopting you and making sure you would never remember what happened. There was an address on the contract and names. Mrs and Mr Heelshire. At first, you didn’t believe this was true. So you checked their bank account, but you realised that they indeed received the money every month from the Heelshires. It would explain why your adoptive parents never wanted to talk about your past; however it didn’t explain why everyone wanted you to stay in the dark. It made you feel sick and you left the contract on a table, while you left the room, trying to digest this crazy news before doing anything about it.

And now that you woke up from your nightmare, all you could think about was finding this burnt mansion. It had to be a memory. Or at least, a part of it even if your mind might have twisted it. It had to be the traumatic event that made you forget about everything.

You needed to know the truth about who you were… About who was Brahms too because he seemed important to you. Now that you lost your adoptive family, you had the even stronger urge to find out your past. You felt ready too. You were an adult, you could handle whatever you were going to find in this mansion. You just hoped you would be able to find it and that it didn’t fully burn.

Even though it was still the middle of the night, you dressed up, took some food with you and clothes, and left. You couldn’t stand to stay around now your parents were dead, so this little adventure was more than welcomed. You started to think about the contract while you were driving. You could only assume that the Heelshires were your biological parents (otherwise, why would they know you and why would they pay for people to care for you?). You couldn’t understand why your real family would have wanted you away from them though and why they would have paid for it. Was it because you did something? Was it because of the little boy who was screaming your name in the fire? Was it because he died?

You realised how far away from where you were the address was, but it was alright. Everything was going to be alright. After a little while, you actually found yourself relaxing and your mind was quietening down.

You made some little stops on the road, sleeping in cheap motels before resuming your journey. But at some point, you finally arrived in front of the big mansion. It seemed empty and you were disappointed. It was in the middle of nowhere too, but it was so beautiful. It was the same one as in your nightmare; except that it wasn’t burning down. You thought the place had to be rebuilt after the fire, because it didn’t seem damaged at all. You wondered if the Heelshires still lived there or if they sometimes came back. You were looking at it from your car, in the middle of the road.

A car, on the other way, came by and stopped next to you. The man lowered down his window.

“Got lost?” he asked, he seemed quite friendly. You shook your head.

“I was looking for this house. Do you know if anyone still lives here?” you asked

“No one since a while… You aren’t from here, are you?” he asked

“No indeed. Why?”

“Well there are a lot of stories about this place. Last time someone was in there, she said a man who was living in the walls tried to kill her. Cops never found anyone but there was blood and dead bodies in the entrance. The owners killed themselves too” he explained “If I was you I wouldn’t stay around or try to get inside. Some teens disappeared after some stupid dares. And even if cops can’t find shit…” he explained to you and you were positively horrified

“Thank you” you smiled “You seemed to be used of strangers wanting to get in there?” you asked, out of curiosity. He shrugged.

“Can’t explain it, but this mansion is fascinating. Can’t blame people for wanting to explore it to be honest… But it’s not safe. I don’t know how you heard about this place, but trust me, there is nothing for you in there.” he answered and plunged his eyes inside of yours.

You thanked him again and faked leaving. You waited for the man to disappear before parking nearby the house. Even if his stories made you shiver in fear, you still needed to get inside the mansion. You didn’t know if the owners were the Heelshires or not, but you hoped they weren’t. You had so many questions to ask them. You couldn’t have done all this road for nothing. And you couldn’t be so close to knowing more about yourself and turning back now. You had to have a quick look around the mansion. You weren’t going to touch anything, you were just trying to remember. And then you were going to leave before the crazy killer ghost attacked you. It seemed like a fair plan to you. You took a little knife pocket with you, just in case though.

You discreetly found a way in the property and quickly climbed the stairs towards the entrance. You knocked at the door, just to make sure no one was home. You waited a little while before trying to open it. It was unlocked and you thanked your luck before getting inside.

“Hello?” you called out and your voice resonated in the emptiness of the place. You shivered before sneezing at all the dust flying around. It really looked like the place was deserted. “I don’t know if someone’s here, but I’m not here to rob or do anything bad… I’m just looking for my past. If it’s okay with you, I’ll have a look around and then I’ll go. So please, don’t hurt me” you said. You really thought you were insane, but maybe it would keep the killer away from you. And being polite, even to ghosts (especially to ghosts?), never hurt anyone. You could at least believe it.

You waited a little longer, trying to hear anything, before starting to have a look around when only silence answered your call.

Brahms also woke up from a nightmare the morning you arrived at the mansion. It was always the same as well: his parents were sending you away because he killed a little girl of his age, and full of rage he burnt the mansion down while screaming your name because he couldn’t stand the idea of being apart from you. You were the only thing he ever loved, and your parents were worried he would corrupt the light your eyes always used to hold. He couldn’t explain to them that he would never hurt you in any way. You were his twin sister, you were his best friend, you were his sun. And he could only burn the whole world down if you weren’t there to appease his violence.

It was what actually happened.

And he woke up with the same sadness and anger burning him even worse than the fire did. The physical pain he felt and that his skin still remembered sometimes, was nothing compared to the pain of knowing he had lost you. He missed his baby twin sister so badly. You were what he loved the most in his life. When you were both children, he couldn't stand to be away from you, even though you were of a more independent nature. He killed Emily Crabs because she liked to say things about you. She was saying you were ugly and stupid, and that Brahms deserved a better sister. She was just fooling around, trying to annoy the boy. She couldn't know his love for his sister was so strong, and that he was ready to destroy everything and everyone for her. He killed Emily and your parents understood what happened when they found him covered in blood. They found the body too after they made Brahms talk. They did their best for you to never know about this, and Brahms was eager to keep it a secret from you too. But he hadn’t thought they would decide to keep you away to protect you from him; he was your big brother, he was the one supposed to protect you. Your parents discovered how obsessive he seemed to be and they couldn’t let you be his obsession.

They hadn’t thought he would go that insane once you would be away. And you hadn’t understood what was happening. You fainted from the panic when you saw the mansion burning down. After that, everything went dark and your parents were grateful for that. It was better that way, so you wouldn’t try to come back home.

Brahms was certain he lost you because you never came back. Since you were forced to leave his life, he could only sleep with a little porcelain doll looking like you when you were a child. Your parents always used this doll as leverage to make him obey when he was being uncontrollable once again. As he grew up and became strong, they worried it would stop working, but it was the only thing that kept him a little bit sane. And even when your parents were still alive, the doll was the only thing he talked to. He was whispering sweet little things to it, because he couldn’t do it with you anymore. He didn’t care about Greta, he just wished he would have killed her like he did with the other “nannies”. And now his parents were gone, he was left alone with his thoughts. He hated it. He hoped some stupid people would come inside the mansion, so he could lurk around before slaughtering them. It was the only thing that was making him almost happy. It was the only thing that made him forget about you, even just a few hours.

He instantly heard your voice echoing around and he quickly got up. He didn’t know who it was, but he knew he was going to play around. He was glad the devil heard his prayers. He didn’t understand what you meant about “your past” though. He wasn’t caring too much; he was just excited to have a new toy around.

He found you and he started to watch you from a hole inside the walls. He thought you were pretty and he appreciated how you truly didn’t touch anything, even if it wasn’t going to change much of your fate… He might give you a quick death if you kept being good.

He watched you stopping in front of the family pictures laying around in the living room, and tilted his head to the side as you seemed to frown and to internally question yourself. As you leaned closer to the picture, your cardigan fell from one of your shoulders. There was a scar on it, that you did by falling off a tree as you were playing with your brother. You had fallen on a stone that cut deep into your skin. Brahms perfectly remembered how worried he had felt when it seemed like you weren’t going to stop bleeding. After this, Brahms had always kept you under his watch and more importantly he had kissed your injured skin every night before tugging you to bed. So when he saw it, he recognised it right away. He also started to recognise the way you were putting a piece of loose strand of hair behind your ear, and how you were nibbling on your lips in thoughts, and when you turned around, he clearly saw your eyes and your face. He was certain it was you. He wondered if it was all a dream. He wouldn’t survive if he realised it wasn’t reality. He needed you to be real so badly.

He understood why you were here; you were looking for your family. For him. He was so excited. You were back home. You were finally back where you should be.

And he would never let you go ever again.

PART II

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Fuck it, I'm gonna start posting my own shouty thoughts on season 3 of Picard rather than just commenting on other people's stuff.

I'll keep taggin everything "#picard spoilers" (assume I'm talking about everything up to the most recent ep, I'll warn seperately for leaked/promo stuff about ep 10) and "#picard saltiness" so you know what to blacklist (or look for, I'm not telling you how to internet 😋).

I'm sorry/get ready.

Here's the thing. I would like to watch season 3 of Picard and think "Oh well, this wasn't made for me, the same way season 1 wasn't made for the type of TNG fan who is in heaven right now. And I'm sad my favourite characters and main reasons I liked the show in the first place got written off, but I'm glad these other fans are having the time of their lives. Good on them, I'll just mentally file this away as a season/new show that I don't connect with as much as I'd hoped." I really, really want to be able to think that and approach season 3 this way.

But the writers won't let me.

At every turn, and I mean every turn, the writers have gone out of their way to not just pretend the previous two seasons didn't happen, but to remind us they happened and they were stupid and you're stupid to ever have enjoyed them.

It's not just that Picard, in the middle of his disillusioned identity crisis, when he has been holed up on his vinyard for over a decade, talking to nobody, and feeling deeply disappointed by Starfleet, gives an impassioned speech to a bunch of young people about how Starfleet is the only family you'll ever need.

That's a type of discontinuity/soft retcon I don't particularly enjoy, but if it were just that, I wouldn't be writing this way too long screed.

It's not even just the implicit "we will do it right this time" on display e.g. when Picard "flies" the Titan out of the labouring nebula. In that scene, Picard walks up to the captain's chair to take the conn, the TNG theme swells, he sits down, the music becomes bombastic, and he gets to be the Heroic Captain We All Remember. That scene is, in my opinion, something of a parallel to the season 1 scene where Picard tries to hijack La Sirena to take Soji to her people. In the season 1 scene, he sits in the captain's chair, the TNG-inspired music swells, he is about to be the Heroic Captain We All Remember -- except then the music fizzles out and the moment deflates because Picard has been retired for a decade and a half and has no idea what he's doing (and is certainly not the most qualified to do it on an unfamiliar ship).

That parallel in season 3 rubbed me the wrong way, because it felt too close to a refutation of season 1. Too close to "See? This is how that scene should have played out!" But that is a me problem. If the writers were remotely aware of the parallel (and I honestly doubt it, because I'm not sure they know season 1 well enough), it's just as likely they wrote it as a tongue-in-cheek reference, more than a rebuttal. Assuming the worst would have been on me and my unwillingness to give this season a fair shake. And if that sort of scene were the worst of it, I wouldn't be happy about it, but I wouldn't make it everybody else's problem.

Except the writers didn't stop there.

I would (eventually) be okay with it if the writers had just quietly abandoned, ignored, or even outright retconned some characters, history, themes, and plots from season 1 and 2 they disliked. But instead, they repeatedly acknowledge the existence of these elements only to then dismiss them in frankly viscious ways.

It's not enough to ignore the Jurati-Borg in all their Eggness glory and how they would be incredibly relevant to this story season 3 is trying to tell. It's not enough to pretend that storyline never happened and move on. Instead, the writers acknowledge the existence of the new collective, but the only sentence where it's mentioned is a character talking about "That weird shit on the Stargazer."

Yes, Shaw is a dick, yes it fits his character, yes Watsonian reasons. But it was still an active choice by the writers to only bring up one of the major plot developments of season 2 in the most derisive way possible.

Another example: The writers apparently felt that the Troi-Rikers didn't belong on Nepenthe. But it's not enough to have them move somewhere else between seasons, or even to let them have a discussion about how Nepenthe is steeped in loss and grief and they want to move somewhere else and start over.

Instead, the writers have to take time out of their already shoddily paced season to have these two characters extensively shit-talk one of the brightest momenst of season 1 (figuratively and literally). It's not just "they don't like it on Nepenthe anymore", it's "they never liked it, everything about it is terrible, everything season 1 showed you about their life there is a lie, and it has always been shitty and cringey and stupid, and you were stupid to like it!"

It's not just "we dumped our diverse characters, challenging themes, and relatively fresh view on the Trek universe from outside Starfleet for starship porn, great (white) men, and more Starfleet nostalgia than you can even comprehend". It's not just "we're going to ignore the existence of season 1 (and to a degree season 2), because it's not doing the things we want to do." It's not just "we're making this show, knowing (and not caring) that it will alienate a large chunk of the people who enjoyed season 1".

It's "we see what previous seasons were trying to do, and we need you to understand, really understand, how much contempt we have for these seasons and the people who enjoyed them."

I know some people felt this way about season 1 and the way it deconstructed Picard's image as the Great Heroic Captain and laid open his flaws and the flaws of the Federation. And I now empathize with them more than I ever thought I would. But I think there is a big qualitative difference in there.

In season 1, Picard gets put in his place. He has women people telling him when he's wrong, where he has failed, where he should have stepped up and needed to do better. But the show is still deeply sympathetic towards him. By the end of the season, Elnor has forgiven him, Raffi has forgiven him (without ever getting an apology), and he gets to save the day [whether the end to this particular arc is well done (it's not) is a rant for another day].

The failures Picard is being reproached for in season 1 pretty much exclusively happen between TNG and PIC. They tie in to patterns and tendencies the character has always had and attempt to deconstruct some of them. But there's no direct evisceration of specific things that happened on TNG.

At no point does Picard get out his Ressikan flute to make a glib comment about what a useless trinket it is, and how he should have thrown it out years ago. At no point does he turn to Riker and say: "Man, do you remember that Darmok and Jalad shit? What a waste of time! I wish we'd blown up that ship when we encountered it."

Season 1 is critical of Picard's character, yes, and it might feel crass or unfair at times (not least because we're still not used to seeing Great (White) Heroic Men Of Our Childhood get deconstructed that way). But any reproach the season 1 writers levelled at Picard pales in comparison to the petty contempt the season 3 writers regularly display towards the show they've ostensibly taken stewardship of.

Season 1 might have been a bit glib or inconsiderate of the legacy they inherited. Season 3 is viscious. And I am so, so tired of it.

#star trek picard #star trek picard season 3 #picard spoilers #picard saltiness #and to head this off at the pass: 'the writers aren't trying to be mean they're just making jokes'#doesn't really make the situation better.#if you don't understand the material you inherited and your own writing well enough to realize your being a petty dick #that doesn't say anything good about you as a writer or the people who let you be in charge #last week i was incandescent with rage #this week i am just so so SO very tired #just make it stop #please #can it please be over?#i have deep respect for all the people who decided not to watch this season #you are stronger than me and you have made the right choice

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