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tachimichishrine · 8 months

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"the cat came back"

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h. p. lovecraft x fem! natsume's daughter! reader

lovecraft is canon afraid of cats! now you know >:)

warnings: uncontrollable fluff ; that was a joke idk how to fluff ; made him ooc af womp womp ; i want to eat lovecraft ; just a little nom nom is that too much to ask; tentacle hentai (reader eats his hair) ; fishing boats (derogatory) ; intended lowercase

moonlight was his favourite time of the day.

his eyes peeked out from the rippling surface of the water, hair floating and spanning out like branches of a tree. he was sleeping a short while ago, until...

"shh!! it's the middle of the night, someone's gonna yell at us for doing this!"

disinterested eyes glanced at a boat. a fishing boat. he shuddered; it appeared like two adults were sitting down on it, giggling mischievously at each other while the motor grumbled loudly, scaring away the sea life from the secluded corner along the coast.

"bah, it's not a big deal," the other person responded, sporting a confident smirk. "we're out in the middle of nowhere. who are we going to disturb, the little mermaid?"

another round of giggles. the couple bickered about something else, something he didn't care to remember, then ate each other. lovecraft watched curiously as their lips met, then sighed. he wanted to sleep.

he reached a tentacle from under the surface of the water and capsized the boat.

another week, another goddamn boat. he just wanted to sleep: ever since the guild had fallen apart, he didn't have to do anything, and he enjoyed it very much. he'd occasionally leave the comfort of the sea for some ice cream, but the looks he'd get while out in public made him anxious, so he'd stopped doing that a long time ago.

"I heard the spooky sea beast lives around here..." a voice said lowly, holding a flashlight out to the murky waters. "some say it's the kraken, others that it's the soul of the deceased..."

he didn't like to be disturbed. lovecraft flipped them over.

the next night, it happened again.

by the end of the month, it seemed he had become a local folklore story. he wasn't particularly interested in hearing all the stories about himself, and what was worse is that he found himself at the center of attention. gross.

he would keep flipping boats until they would leave him alone.

"[_____], come on, get in the boat! you're such a scaredy cat!"

"yeah, I am!" the woman yelling from the shore exclaimed. she was watching a few of her friends get into a wooden tub of death and paddle in the direction of a sea creature that had been terrorizing their city. it wasn't a myth, as everyone who doubted would go and find themselves thrown into the water promptly. the question was mostly as to what on earth was doing this. "you know I hate getting wet, and I don't want to get eaten by a sea beast today, thank you very much!"

the friends pouted, pleaded for her to come along, and the only agreement they came to involved the woman following them from land. she watched them as her boots squelched into the damp earth in the same direction as their path, and they spoke from a far distance.

which woke up lovecraft.

he grumbled, displeased. this was never fun, and it was getting even worse now. the top of his head peeped out from the water as he got a look at the young adults laughing and joking from their fishing boat, and he flipped them with one movement.

they all yelled out as they splashed into the water, arms desperately gripping onto the upside-down boat as they looked around fearfully, then at each other with chuckles.

"told ya it was real!"

"gahh, my shirt is soaked!"

"dude, your entire body is soaked."

it was all a game to them, he seemed to notice. they thought this little escapade and mission of disturbing him was all for fun. he didn't have time to feel annoyed about it, because it was time to sleep. on the verge or disappearing back into the abyss, he felt a pebble bounce on the back of his head.

he turned his head around, his neck contorting as he saw a young woman looking at him, eyes wide.

they stared at each other for a few moments.

she let out a yelp, and her entire body compressed down to that of a calico cat.

he saw the cat and yelled out in response, tentacles sprouting, bursting out from various parts of his body.

the cat ran away and nothing was said. the group of friends were still laughing as they had gotten back into the boat and began paddling to shore, not seeing the iceberg underneath their feet that was the body of a real sea monster.

the next day, lovecraft was out of the water, in the middle of the day nonetheless, simply to dry up a little bit before he went back into the water. somehow, this logic added up to him.

all was fine until he saw the woman again.

she was leaning against a rock, not quite sitting but not quite standing. she looked nervous, glancing around her everywhere as if she was expecting to get attacked at any moment. her eyes darted to the water, where she saw nothing, then back to her surrounding. back to the water. back the the surroundings. her foot was tapping the soil incessantly and her lower lip was being abused by her teeth as she nibbled to distract herself.

this time, she saw him.

they looked at each other again, but it was much more tamed than the previous time. she didn't turn into a cat, and he didn't turn into a natural catastrophe.

her mouth seemed to open, but lovecraft didn't hear any words from out of her. she just creased her brows together, then sighed. "um... hi, hello. I'm... I'm [_____]. you're howard phillips lovecraft, aren't you?"

he hovered at the surface with only his dark eyes and long hair visible, maintaining blank stare.

she extended her hand out to him, then realized it was stupid to shake hands with someone who was several meters away, several meters deep into the water. laughing nervously, she rubbed the back of her neck.

"I didn't... I didn't mean to scare you the other day, you just caught me off guard. you see, I'm in the business of keeping track of the ability users in yokohoma, and you never came up on my radar. so I asked around," and here she kicked a rock with a chuckle to herself, "actually, I just asked my dad, and he told me about the guild."

still no reaction. lovecraft had fallen asleep with his eyes open.

she crouched down, grabbed a pebble, and flicked it onto his forehead. heavy eyelids raised for a moment.

"would you be willing to uh... get out of the water to speak with me, for just a moment? I can... well, I don't really know what to offer you."

she babbled on, face flushed and looking at the ground and her feet as she kept speaking, saying things that neither of them understood, and it was only when he got close that she took notice the tall, dripping wet figure looming over her. he was wearing clothes and everything, even had was appeared to have been a nice jacket in the past before... whatever tore it apart. she met his eyes.

"thank you! it just makes this... whatever... easier... ahh, forget about it. could we... walk and talk? I don't want to lure you away from your... your home?..."

"I'm hungry," he proclaims, a statement more than a request.

"sure!" she nodded, although a little confused and uncertain, leading the way as she walks through the rugged terrain of the trail before arriving at her car and opening the passenger door for him, waiting for him to hop inside.

now, he looked confused.

"is there food inside?"

this was going to be a long discussion.

[_____]'s job was simple: she had to keep tabs on all of the ability users in yokohoma. know who they worked for, their relationships, their dreams and aspirations. when you can turn into a cuddly ball of fur, it isn't particularly hard to gain information.

she had no clue what was going on with this man, though.

rumours had sprung up about the sea monster. she knew, of course, there was no such thing, but in the spirit of the approaching holiday she indulged her friends in a trip.

seeing a man living in the water was not what she had expected, much less to surprise herself by getting flustered enough to accidentally use her ability and turn into a cat. it was just her luck that cats seemed to terrify the man.

speaking was hard too, since he didn't really seem to know much about the ways of the world. she knew he was from america, but common courtesy of not trying to eat someone's car for dinner was likely the same there as it was in japan. likely.

it was cute how ice cream was the secret to taming him.

"lovecraft," she snapped her fingers in his face as he zoned out for what could be the seventh time in the same sentence, "look, I don't mean to take your entire day. I was just hoping you could lay low on the boat flipping for the time being."

"I am laying low," he stated blankly, a smudge of chocolate cream smeared across the corner of his lip, like a child. she chuckled warmly and pointed it out to him, but he just shrugged and kept licking the frozen treat. "the boats keep coming."

"because you've become a horror attraction," she retorted. something deep within her caused her to run her thumb along the edge of his lip to clean him up, partly because she knew he wouldn't do it himself, partly because she thought she'd go mad over the messiness. "leave the boats alone and they'll leave you alone. it's as simple as that."

he wasn't paying attention again. he'd gotten tired of licking and dislocated his jaw just to swallow the entire cone in one bite. the paper wrapper and napkin around it were still not removed, too, but he didn't seem to care as he pushed his jaw back into place and kept walking by her side, as if it were nothing.

she decided it was easier to not comment.

they made their way back to the vehicle, and she dropped him back off at his corner of the water, verifying multiple times that he didn't want help looking for a place to live. a slight pause and hesitation; she wanted to give him her phone number in the event he needed something, but she quickly realized he probably doesn't even have a phone, let alone one he uses.

another ability user to add to her list. what a bunch of weirdos.

boats kept coming.

this time, they were getting louder, more intrusive. some people brought diving gear and headlights, eager to explore the water for the sea beat. lovecraft was not pleased.

it was hard at first to take the advice of the strange woman. then, when they put on loud speakers and played blaring music during their expeditions, it became impossible to ignore them. a blizzard of tentacles and otherworldly monstrous body parts ravaged every boat on the lake.

[_____] showed up a dozen minutes later, not pleased.

no one was injured, but news reporters had gathered and were making a bug fuss out of it all. they dispersed after some time, and she was the only one left. she tossed pebbles into the water, hoping for him to resurface for them to talk.

"I specifically told you to do one thing," she grumbled, glaring into his sleepy eyes that peeked up. "now the whole town knows there's something going on here."

he briefly racked his brain for past interactions with his former partner, steinbeck, and realized this was the sort of situation where he was supposed to apologize. she looked at him with distrust when he did (quite blandly), but ultimately sighed and shook her head, saying it wasn't a problem.

"maybe you just need to get out of here," she proposed. "if you're not in the water when the tourists arrive, you won't have to endure all of it. do you have someplace else to go in the meantime?"

a shake of his head signaled he didn't, but also that he didn't seem to care. of course he wasn't picky about where he lived, he was currently residing in what amounted to a swamp.

"would you like to stay with me until this whole thing goes away?"

lovecraft shrugged, "okay," as if it weren't a big deal for either of them. she scolded herself for being baffled at his nonchalant reaction, which was to be expected.

she insisted he dry himself up this time before getting in her car, though.

lovecraft made himself at home by eating just about everything she had in her pantry, then trying to eat the pantry.

a smack on the back of his neck with a rolled up newspaper, and he was set straight. she indicated that he could sleep on the couch for the time being, just as long as he double-checked with her that it was okay before eating anything, emphasis on thing.

"I'm not around most of the time," she told him as she put on a coat while near the entrance, eyes darting around to make sure she wasn't leaving any valuable around in the event that they magically disappear upon her return. "so, the place is yours. are you sure you don't have anyone you want to stay with? I was told you had a partner when you were in the guild, a young lad named steinbeck. I can track him and the remnants of the guild down, if you'd like."

"no."

not a trace of anger, disgust, or even any emotion from his response. he simply wanted to be left alone, she realized.

her expression softened and she put the coat back down, walking up to him.

"how about this, would you want to go get some ice cream again? I can pay, of course."

money didn't seem to cross his radar, so the final comment went through his head. she wanted to understand him, as was the task her father had delegated onto her to know all ability users, but it was proving a lot harder than she'd thought.

that's how she found herself, a disgusted look on her face as she watched lovecraft jump into a small pond near the ice cream shop, the treat still in his hand. the ball of frozen cream floated on the surface of the murky water, and he opened his mouth to eat it like a koi fish.

"there's... there's so much wrong with what you're doing right now," she frowned, watching him happily ruin the clothes she'd just bought for him by swimming around in them. again. "howard, you're going to have to take it easy on my wallet, I don't have an infinite supply of clothes to get you."

he vanished under the surface and did not come back up for an entire minute.

she couldn't handle water - she retained quite a bit of feline features even in human form, after all - and there was no way in hell she was going to jump in to save him if he were drowning. he wasn't drowning, of course, he'd just made his way along the floor and chomped down on unsuspecting sea-dwellers. since she'd said she can't pay for everything, this was free. at least, he thinks it is.

when he came back up, she sighed with a tired smile on her face, leading him back to the apartment.

"how does your hair never get tangled?"

she was watching him curiously as he spread his lanky limbs across the sofa, bones breaking and body distorting to make it more comfortable for him. he didn't seem to hear her question until fingers raked through silky locks.

"why would it?" he raised a brow, eyelids still shut. after a few weeks, he'd gotten better at conversation, but the horror fanatics were still invading his little corner of the sea. besides, he liked it better here.

"oh right, I forgot that you don't have the problems the rest of us mortals have," she said jokingly, but realized she wasn't even sure if it was a joke. she started having doubts that he had an ability and wasn't really just a sea monster after all. fingers combed through obsidian streaks. "ahhh... it's so soft..."

she stood up in front of him, and made her entire body visible. "I'm going to turn into a cat, now."

they agreed to make it clear to the other before doing anything that scared the other, and that involved using their abilities. she liked being a cat, most of the time, as it was more pleasant to nap and lounge around in that form. however, it still caught him by surprise, and he nearly shattered the entire apartment once when he went into the kitchen for some food and caught her sleeping in a bread basket.

grey eyes watched the calico cat pounce up from the floor onto the sofa, hobble along the edge of his body until it twirled around itself and slept in the waves of hair.

he was already asleep by then, so he didn't mind when little cat teeth nibbled on the strands. they tasted like sea water, to no one's shock. paws stretched out with a yawn, then went back to snuggling themselves under the warm body of fur.

maybe this arrangement wasn't so bad.

he was getting much better as weeks turned into months. the craze over the yokohoma sea monster died down, but he found himself attached to someone for the first time in his existence. he didn't know how to describe the feeling other than warmth and that of a full stomach.

giggles exhaled in clouds of fog as she walked on the empty streets at night with him by her side. she was cold, and so was he; the only difference is that she felt it whereas he simply didn't care.

"can we go home..." he grumbled, albeit glad for the absence of people in the vicinity. they made him uncomfortable, all except for her. he didn't know why his lips were tugging upwards as she took his hand in hers.

"you're freezing," she remarked against icy flesh. "I'm sure there's a café or something nearby, if you want to warm up before headi-"

his other arm wrapped itself around her waist and pulled her against his frame, face buried deep enough in his chest to cause her to suffocate. her feet were kicked upwards behind her, body no longer touching the ground as he carried her entire weight with his one arm.

"you're cold too. this will help."

"MFMFMFMNMNMF!!"

he took her muffled cries for confirmation that he did the right thing, and walked them home in just about the most awkward position possible. she managed to crane her neck to the side, gasping for breaths, but just laughed to herself at his peculiarities.

he was right, it did help.

she remained curled up against him even as they got inside, slipped under blankets and were laying on the couch. not that she had a choice; he didn't seem keen on letting go anytime soon.

"my limbs don't bend like yours do. could I..." she squirmed, grateful that he seemed to get the message and loosened his hold on her. she repositioned herself then curled back up into him, rubbing her head in slow circles against his chest from feline instinct. she muttered a thanks into his slowly warming shirt.

everything felt so uncomplicated in his presence. even as a horror movie played in the background, she nearly fell asleep on him, and he had long gone into the realm of dreams. they were both snoring softly when a dramatic scream emanated from the television, jolting him awake.

her eyes were still closed, and he just took a look at her face for a few moments before having what was more of an urge than an idea.

he ate her mouth.

this sprung her wide awake as she pulled away from shock once she'd realized he was biting her lips.

"what are you doing?!" she shrieked, hands pushing on his chest to lift herself up and off of him. "you can't just... what... why would you... ?!!!"

he looked at her with a dull expression, a sliver of confusion revealing itself on his long features. "I saw... I saw people do this when they're content. I-"

"oh my god," she let out a breath of relief as she understood that his actions didn't align with his intentions, even chuckling softly as she let herself fall back onto him, body now completely on top of his. her face was hovering on top of him, and she kept a gentle smile. "people do that when they're in love, howard. it's called a kiss."

again, confusion and a grumble. "oh. what does that mean?"

she squinted, almost as if looking for the answer to his question in the backrooms of his irises. "I don't know how to explain it, but it's what people feel when they're really happy around each other."

"I feel like that," he stated blankly, watching as her face flushed in embarrassment.

"you can't just say that like it's nothing," she managed to croak out without combusting on the spot. "love is a very big thing. you have to mean it."

"why wouldn't I mean it?"

her lips parted as she tried to respond, then realized just how simple everything was with this man. lovecraft didn't care about the specifics, and maybe she shouldn't either. she exhaled through her mouth slowly, then brought her hands to his cheek.

"okay, fine. I'm going to kiss you now, alright? don't do anything like try to bite my flesh off, just... just let me kiss you. can we try that?" the words felt silly as they spilled out, but he nodded. if it didn't involve him doing anything, that was even better, he thought.

his eyes were open as lips met again. he took notice that hers were closed, but he couldn't quite understand why. it was nothing like what he'd tried earlier: she was soft and slow about it. he could feel her chest fall and rise in sync with the gentle breaths she let out. it was clear she wasn't sure about what she was doing, but after a few moments, she leaned in closer and he could taste her on his tongue. she rubbed her lips on his, and smirked once she felt him trying to reciprocate by copying her movements. fingers slid from his cheeks to his hair, and she pulled his face deeper into hers.

she let out a soft yelp as his tongue dipped further into her, now an addict of her taste. he tried to be careful, he really did, but his teeth bit down into her tongue a little harshly as he tried to get the hang of this. as soon as things got too messy, too fast, she slowly pulled away, his lower lip flicking back upwards as her own let it go. her eyes fluttered back open, and she found herself giggling as she saw that his were open the entire time. of course they were.

"that," she whispered with a smile, fingers stroking his hair and weaving through them at his scalp, "that is a kiss. how did that feel?"

his face literally melted and he became a gooey mess of tentacles and monstrous shapes as he felt his entire body explode internally.

watching his version of being flustered be to turn into his alternate form, she was tempted to giggle at how adorable his reaction was. however, she quickly found herself projected across the room as he accidentally threw her out of panic.

she chuckled, back slumped against the wall while sitting on the floor on the opposite end of the room, a hand on her head feeling for any bumps or cuts. "I take it that means you liked it."

a hand around his hips, a hand holding a cup of hot chocolate.

a hand on her waist, a hand gripping five different ice cream cones all at once.

they sat on a bench in the dead of the night, which was really the only time she could get him out of the apartment. during the day, she would go out and work while he stayed home and slept. during the night, they would occasionally go out, then come home and sleep. it was quite the schedule.

she took a slow sip of her hot chocolate, head tilting to the side in order to rest on his shoulder. in order to not disturb her, he contorted his neck at an angle that would make anybody call on for a higher being's protection, and tossed all the cones into his mouth in one motion.

"want a sip?" she offered her drink, unfazed by anything he did anymore. "not the whole cup, just a taste."

his eyes met hers, and he shrugged yes. she smirked and kissed his lips, the chocolate flavour lingering even as she pulled away.

thankfully, as they were in public even though there was no one out at this unholy hour, he just blushed and did not morph into an enemy of the state and humanity. she liked it when he blushed; his sharp features softened and glistened under the moonlight. another kiss to the high of his cheekbones paired with fingertips sliding along his abdomen, and the red deepened.

"m'just messin' with you," murmured against his skin. "want to go home now?"

it was a stupid question: he always wanted to go home.

only, his home was no longer a place, but a person.

#shoutout to irl lovecraft's cat. WHAT A FUCKING MENACE OF A NAME THOUGH #your local aro tries to write about love challenge horribly failed #alternatively: how to love lovecraft without sounding like a monsterfucker challenge - level : impossible #help i'm writing all these hirotsu's daughter! natsume's daughter! fics #then im gonna pull up with the gramps smut later #big oof #i just wanna be inside their balls (interpret this as you will. slapping this with /j so i don't get cancelled)#lovecraft #lovecraft bsd #bsd lovecraft #h. p. lovecraft #lovecraft x reader #bsd lovecraft x reader #h. p. lovecraft x reader #bsd x reader #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs x reader #im unwell for them

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iliveformanyfictionalcharacters · 8 months

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Spooky Lovers

Stu Macher x Reader

Summary: Just two people confessing their love during the spooky season.

Warnings: Prob ooc but i've stopped caring as long as it's cute.

With the leaves finally turning shades of red and brown in Woodsboro most people had concluded that it was officially fall, and it was.

October 3rd.

Or as [reader name] liked to think of it, the one year anniversary of meeting their best friends; Billy Loomis and Stu Macher.

When they first showed up to the small town in California they didn’t expect to become friends with the terrible two; Stu’s crazy energy and Billy’s cynical energy didn’t attract them at first. However, slowly but surely the constant nagging from Stu to hang out had finally broken them down and they went out to watch a rerun of The Exorcist together. That night had changed the way [Reader Name] saw BIlly and Stu, still they were crazy and cynical, but lovable too and they’ve been friends ever since.

They even stayed together when [Reader Name] walked in Stu’s bedroom just to find the two changing out of bloody black cloaks - white masks discarded next to them on the floor.

Now [Reader Name] sat in their room trying to focus on a reading assignment for their English class with Stu trying to get their attention by playing with the hem of their shirt.

“[Nameeee] I’m bored. Pay attention to meee.” Stu whined. In response [Reader Name] simply sighed and continued reading trying to ignore the dramatic boy sitting next to them. It gets increasingly harder as he starts to poke their side repeatedly while saying their name.

Frustrated, they stand up from their chair and flop down on their bed, face first, before looking back to Stu to chew him out. But when they looked back at him they couldn’t find it in them to yell at him, not when he looked at them like a lost puppy. I mean how is it possible that he is so cute he is literally a cold blooded murderer!

Frustrated again, this time by their own feelings for their best friend, they let their head fall down against the mattress and close their eyes.

“Hey hey hey. What's wrong?” Stu jumped up on the mattress next to them and layed down too. His hands swept across the fuzzy material of the blanket as he waited for an answer and when he got none he resigned to just laying next to them, scanning their room. When October had hit a few days ago they both went out and bought a bunch of Halloween decorations for their houses. Of course Stu went for the scary and gruesome decor and while [Reader Name] did the same for their outside decor they chose to decorate their room in cute cheesy decor.

They switched out their blankets for ones with pumpkins and ghosts on them, put fake spider webs in the corners of their room, and they even put up little Jason Voorhees and Michael Myers masks up on one of their walls.

Had anyone else put up this cutesy decor up Stu would have made fun of them for it and told them to get something scary, but not [reader name]. Everything they did was perfect in his eyes and he’d do anything for them, hell, if they told him to throw away all his scary stuff he’d do it. Luckily though, they’d never tell him to do that. Even when they walked in on him and Billy right after they had murdered someone they just sat down on his bed and said they were going to take a nap! That was part of the reason he liked them so much, they accepted every fucked up part of him even though they probably shouldn’t.

Laying here next to them Stu watched as their chest went up and down with each breath, their lashes touched their cheeks and their lips parted slightly as they slowly started to fall asleep.

God! He was down bad.

Little did he know so were they.

[Reader Name] felt themselves slowly start to fall asleep when they felt the bed dip down next to them, they didn’t bother to open their eyes as Stu had finally shut up when he realized they were falling asleep. After a few minutes they opened their eyes to find Stu also half asleep with his eyes closed.

He looked so pretty. He’s wearing his signature tan sweater and instead of having his head on the pillow he had his head cradled in his arms. His cheeks were tinged with red due to the cold of the bedroom - the last thought they had was that they would have to turn the heater on later before they felt themselves fall asleep.

As they opened their eyes the first thing they noticed was the softness surrounding them. Opening their eyes they see a black blanket with little ghosts on it layed on top of them and Stu. Not only that but Stu’s arms had found themselves wrapped around their waist and their back pressed against his front. They didn’t mind though, it wasn’t the first time and they certainly hoped it wasn’t the last.

Only, although [Name] didn’t realize it, Stu wasn’t asleep anymore.

“[Name…]”

They were about to answer him when he continued talking.

“I-I know you’re asleep, but there is no way I can say this to you while you're awake yet,” he laughed, “you are literally the most perfect person I know. You're so kind, and pretty, and you accept me even though you definitely shouldn’t and I…love you.”

Hearing that last part caused [Name] to gasp, which in turn caused Stu to sit up suddenly and back away, almost falling off the bed in the process.

“[N-name] I..uhh…can’t think of an excuse.” When they turned to face him they saw that the slightly red on his cheeks made by the cold was now all over his face due to his embarrassment. They sat up and turned toward him - the weight of his words coming down on them suddenly.

“It’s ok. You don’t need an excuse. I-It’s ok.” Their voice was soft and sweet, almost causing Stu to melt in a puddle right there. He really did melt when they reached out their hands and grabbed him.

“I am not one hundred percent sure why I didn’t tell you this before, maybe it was because I was nervous you wouldn’t feel the same but now that I know, I have to tell you. I love you too.”

“No way. Are you serious!” Stu yells and jumps up from the bed, smiling.

“Yes!” they yelled, smiling too. Suddenly he stopped bouncing around and jumped on the bed, wrapping his arms around them.

“God! Wait till I tell Billy we're dating. He told me I didn’t have a chance.”

“Dating?”

“Yeah..is that ok?” He asked, his smile faltering.

They thought for a second before saying, “Yeah that’s perfect.”

They both laid back down, talking into the night for hours, neither able to stop smiling for more than a few seconds, both completely in love.

#stu macher #stu macher x reader #x reader

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r1ng-w0rm · 1 year

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Uhhhh WBB Tobias and Jawtay(+a bit of the others as a bonus) Frenemy HC's???

Sorry if these are ooc btw- also I have some general brother hcs coming up soon :D

also I promise you that these aren't ship hcs even if some of these do sound a bit smooch-y.

Under the cut because there's alot-ish

💪🦷 Where to start.... Hmm... I think these two love hating eachother and love to torture themselves by being around eachother(in a non romantic way).

💪🦷They do not get along! No matter how similar their pasts might've been(epic farmer and fisher moment) , they H A T E eachother.

💪🦷So why did I put frenemy up at the top? Well I put it because while Jawtay is blunt and not ashamed to say that Tobias looks like a dead raccoon doped up on cocaine, Tobias can get defensive of/over his enemy. Therefore, they are (one-sided) frenemies.

💪🦷Someone could be like, "Yeah I hate Jawtay too," after one of Tobias' long rants about him and Tobias could flip instantly. He'd throw things and claw at them with his stitched on hands while yelling about how Jawtays his enemy and only he's aloud to hate him. Tobias would apologize to them later, but for now they must face his wrath.

💪🦷-But don't consider this favoritism, because Tobias likes to claw at Jawtay too. So uh.. Yeah?

💪🦷 He's (Tobias) obsessed with him in the way those fictional villains are obsessed with the hero, but in a weird musty way.

💪🦷Tobias will finally be fulfilled of his obsession once Jawtays arms are in his possession!

💪🦷I like to think about Jawtay mushing Tobias' fake teeth into his gums because it's super silly.

*＊✿❀ BONUS HC'S❀✿＊*

💪🪱I feel like his friendship towards varai is a 'you take care of me, I take care of you' kind of ordeal. He'd be really codependent towards varai in a semi-unhealthy way.

💪🪱He's the wasp to varais dead worm

💪🪱He'd die before showing his ugly mug to the coolest worm corpse in the biker central.

💪🍆 Tobias is if-y towards Jeff. Not in a bad way, but in a scared way.

💪🍆 I can see him(Tobias) hiding in a corner like a cat whenever Jeff comes around. Spooky.

💪🍆He LOVES his hair tho. so bonus to that?

💪🎲NO! NUH-UH!! KEEP DICE AWAY FROM TOBIAS! HE WILL THROW A TANTRUM AND AN ARM AT HIM AND WHOEVER BROUGHT HIM TO TOBIAS (even varai)

💪🎲He is flat out afraid of dice and now there's two of him in one??? *insert Tobias clawing at the couch*

💪🎲If you can get Tobias to stay calm around dice for even a minute, l congratulate you.

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ashenbun · 2 years

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I stole your "questions I think would be fun to be asked" meme from a few weeks ago, so I feel like I need to ask one of them to you. Plus, I have you mentally filed under "people who seem really neat whom I'd like to talk to but never do because I'm really bad at talking to people"

9. Tell a story from your childhood

The meme is OOC, but I/C or OOC, your choice!

Awww, thank you <3 Never feel obligated to ask things. It's always nice to get them, but I know people only have limited energy sometimes~

A childhood story, hmm... I'll go with my first spooky encounter.

When I was around about 12 I used to sing in the Church choir. I'm not religious, never have been, but my Gran was one of the main sopranos and I liked to sing so she brought me along for fun. I enjoyed it, even if the songs sometimes were a bit boring.

But we used to sing in a really old Church. Like, hadnae been renovated since early 1960's and built in 1800's kinda old. It had big metal heaters and a distinct lack of comfy chairs.

We used to sing in the side rooms attached to the house on the right but I needed to ask the conductor a question, so I followed them in through one of the side corridors behind the main church room. Unfortunately, the rooms behind the main kirk are curved to go around the organ. The conductor went one way and I went the other.

Being small and slight, I didn't make much sound so they left and shut the door with me inside. Locked in and moved on.

For some reason I never thought to knock or yell, I just carried on around the corridor with the thought of 'it'll circle back round and I'll be fine'. Nope. It led me out into the main room, dark as a winter's night with only the faint glow of the street coming through the stained glass.

I did what any child in a strange room would do, I climbed up on the main dais and investigated the stuff usually out of reach of tiny hands; the little bookstand, the basin, but most importantly the organ.

That was when I started hearing a weird sound. It was like a chime bell but it never tailed off. Easn't tinitus either because I've had that since I was small. It was clear and bright, just like a hand bell.

When I turned to look there was a very faint blue light just chilling in one of the pews. Wasn't moving, no distinct shape it was just.. there. I sat down on the end of the dais and we stared at each other for a short while. It was a curious feeling, sort of like when you make faces at a baby in a pram and it grins back.

It didn't take long for my Gran to come looking for me though, and it left when she opened the side door. She did the adult half-believing thing when I told her too, bless.

So there you go! Hope it was at least interesting and thank you for askin :D

#ooc things #ask meme #childhood stories #ghost maybe?#probably #ghost

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bun-breaker · 3 years

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No one:

Not a soul:

Me: The Warrior Of Light and Hades should totally have been allowed to be friends after the MSQ

#spooky yelling (ooc)#shadowbringers spoilers #part of me wants to create a sideblog with a variant of Emet-Selch that lived somehow after the MSQ #i have the headcanon that the WoL was AMAB coded in Amaurot but presents as a transwoman in the present #and were Emet-Selch alive and free from tempering they would likely end up in a similar position to their old friend #the real reason of course is purely my selfish urge to see a character i enjoyed having traits and identities in line with myself #but i also see there being a lot of potential for chracacter development down that road #namely because i feel that the WoL has always been something of a trailblazer in many respects #their special thing is inspiring courage in those around them and thus give them the strength to pursue that which they love

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hdonstabismo · 3 years

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i smear my dirty hands all over this dusty blog as a sign of existence

#i got the vibes for anka again hi hewwo #im gonna update stuff and redo somethings for the spooky season #ooc. acidic yelling

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ascianasunder · 3 years

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Rules

I, the mun, am a 28 year old trans ace-lesbian who uses she or they pronouns. Most folks call me Spooky, I have had quite a few other blogs in the past. I have a job and a weird schedule so my activity might be a little weird. I try to keep my rules pretty simple so here goes.

Muns over 18 only, I’m not particularly comfortable interacting with minors. You will be blocked if you lie about your age.

Smut is a no on this blog. I might make a sideblog for it in future, but don’t currently have any plans to do so.

Don’t be weird okay? I’m a human person behind this blog. Please respectful or I probably won’t interact.

Shipping is a maybe. I will probably be a little selective on that.

No god modding obviously.

This blog is run as if owned by the muse. Most interactions here will be online unless planned otherwise.

Finally, this version of Emet-Selch is considered to be trans. They no longer identify as male. They prefer they/them pronouns but will accept she/her or other feminine identifiers on occasion. Using he/him or other male identifiers will anger them and invite severe consequences upon your muse.

Other mobile links.

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#Spooky Yelling (OOC)

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jackalopegirlteeth · 4 months

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Honestly, given what's happened I think I'm going to radio silent for a few days. See if I can survive without doomscrolling this hellsite

If you still want to talk or just find me, my discord is available in DMs

Having been on this site in some form for a little over a decade now. It's been an experience. I'm not sure if it's been good or bad one overall. But I've met some alright folks

#spooky yelling (ooc)

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jackalopegirltummy · 7 months

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Getting so hungry you end up blacking out and when you wake up again wondering where your partner went

#spooky yelling (ooc)

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insatiablecognitohazard · 5 years

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Blog Update

Alrighty. Time to propose the conundrum that’s been on my mind. Do I alter the intended course of events and focus on the troll!SCP stuff Vesper has going on rather than SGrub? It’s been a topic that’s been on my mind for a while now and I’ve not really been sure what to do in regards to it. Because I’ll be real, I’ve enjoyed the whole Foundation stuff way more than the thought of going through with any SGrub stuff

So I’m like 75% certain I want to lock the blog and plotline into being primarily Alternia based things because lets be real that is kinda more interesting

I will be honest. I’ve been kinda avoiding this blog lately. And this has been part of the reason. And while the revamp of Vesper helped pull my interest back it’s still it’s missing something. So I’ve been focusing on my other blogs

So that’s basically how things stand, just thought I’d stick out a little post to let folks know what’s going on

#Spooky Yelling (OOC)

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pomegranates-and-blood · 3 years

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Desire

My Masterlist

Pairing: Ivar/Female!Succubus!Reader

Summary: From this list, the (loosely taken) prompts “Is this a dream, or a nightmare?” and “You stepped into my territory, which means you belong to me. And I don’t let things that are mine go.”

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings: 18+. Succubus!Reader (btw, everything that the characters partake in is consensual. Ik I probably don’t have to tell you that, but to me there’s some implication of dubcon or noncon in Succubus/Incubus stories, so just in case), smut, D/s dynamics, sub!Ivar, some choking and biting/marking as always, and a bit of blood.

A/N: Hi! It’s been a very long time since I’ve written anything for Ivar, much less smut for Ivar, so I apologize in advance if this is OOC or just not very good. Still, I hope you like this!

Also, lets assume this is an AU where he knows his dick works. Also also, this takes place around the taking of York.

Fyi, this quote owns my soul and it shows: “I thought I knew hunger before this. I found that kind of touch unbearable. To witness. To want. Desire is ugly. Incessant. Shaped like two hands wrapped around a throat.” By S.K. Osborn.

I wanted to write something for spooky season, hence this, but my thoughts are apparently too horny to go in a horror direction, so smut it is. Happy very late Halloween! 🎃

Btw, if you recognize a line of the show at the beginning there, I’m proud of ya 😉 It literally means nothing tho, it is my own way of teasing Ivar through quasi-meta writing.

Desire was something Ivar always resented. It wrenched control from his grasp, it reduced him to nothing but want. It was incessant, unbearable.

He often thought of his desire, of this wretched longing for what has always been beyond his grasp, and pictured it like two hands wrapped around his throat. A defeat that he was too weak to keep himself from, a set of shackles so painfully human, a weakness he is powerless to ignore.

Yet with your body moving above his, your tight, wet heat enveloping his cock and driving pleasure like lightning over his skin, down his spine, pooling low in his belly; he arches his back off the bed, head tilted back and throat bared to you, and when your hands wrap around his throat, he offers only a haggard moan. His defeat is something he seeks now, his shackles now keep him tethered and grounded, weakness has no place on his body that now sings under the pleasure you draw from him.

Your breaths are ragged and fast and in his head echoes the realization that such a reaction is because of him, your eyes darker than he has ever seen them as you force him by will alone to keep his gaze focused on you, and with a smile of bloodstained teeth you lean closer.

You retrace the marks you have already left ruthlessly, teeth closing once again over weak flesh, tongue roughly soothing away the pain of the blood drawn; and Ivar can do nothing but writhe uselessly underneath you, hoarse calls to nothing as air is robbed of his lungs, as thoughts are driven from his mind, as everything fades except you and this maddening want.

You continue the path downwards from his clavicle, alternating between bites and kisses and Ivar can’t quite decide which one is worse, which one tortures him the most, which one might make him lose his mind for good.

You stop right over his heart, your hands no longer pressing against his throat -yet he can’t draw in air, and realizes force was never what kept him powerless-, instead trailing down his sides until they stop at his waist.

In between hurried breaths that stumble over one another, Ivar tries returning control to himself, tries having his body obey, and looks down to meet your gaze. You smile, wolfish and dark, and utter a single word,

“Mine.”

He cannot contain the hoarse yell that leaves him when you sink your teeth on the skin over his heart, pleasure and pain intertwining until all he can do is surrender to it.

Just as he feels the pain of your mark on him and the pleasure of your heat around him threaten to take him further underwater, to push him over the edge, he feels your weight disappear from above him, and with you both pleasure and pain fade to almost nothing.

And he’s left jolting up in his bed, chasing the touch and the warmth of a ghost that was never truly there.

With a grunted curse, Ivar drops himself back on the bed, dragging his hands over his face. It is almost bitterly that he does his best to ignore the hardness in his pants, the evidence of his body betraying him.

It has been entirely too long of this madness. He isn’t sure if it has been weeks, or months, it feels like an eternity anyhow.

You have been haunting his dreams, taunting him by always being too far from his reach, ever since he and the army took York, and you, the woman the Saxons spoke of as a ‘demon’, decided to stay instead of fleeing with the rest of the town.

He has barely seen you a few times, he has only heard your voice when he catches you talking with people in the market, and yet your face and body are burned in his memory so that even behind closed lids he can’t escape you, and your voice is painfully familiar to him a if he has saved the sweet sound somewhere hollow in his chest so he can recall it whenever he wants to.

Ivar is certain you are somehow doing this on purpose, that you have cursed him, or…or bewitched him in some way. This is not his fault, he is not like his brothers, he isn’t to be so easily rendered mindless by desire.

He refuses to let you get away with this, to let you keep playing with him like this. You will give him answers, and you will leave York.

The next night he refuses to go to sleep, and pretends there isn’t a part of him that wants to sleep, wants to dream of you again; and instead waits for night to fall, and only then starts the slow trek to the home in the outskirts of the town.

The door to your home isn’t locked, and with rightful anger and a strange humiliation burning away at him, Ivar doesn’t have it in him to pretend to be above barging into the house.

He finds you standing by a window in the small home, your back to the door as you work on what looks to be a wreath of dried branches and flowers.

You don’t turn around, and in anyone else Ivar would be inclined to write it off to his steps being very much telling of who it is that approached, but he can’t shake off the feeling that you keeping your back to him is a dare, a threat.

Letting him hear the smile in your tone when you say, sing-song tilt to your voice,

“Please, don’t just stand there,” Finally you turn around, and the smile is as wolfish as he was expecting. The words echo in his head like he has heard them before, and the mocking tone in your voice only manages to tangle his thoughts on that impression. You gesture with one hand, “Come in.”

“Who are you?” He asks instead, eyes venturing to study the place you have made your home but unable to resist the pull to return to you, to your eyes that haven’t left his.

Your smile makes your eyes narrow just a bit. Ivar has the errant thought that you narrowed your eyes and are smiling to mask it, though.

“Shouldn’t I be the one asking that? You are the one stepping into my territory,” With a chuckle at your own words, you step forward, and amend, “My home.”

He holds his place, both refusing to step back against your almost threatening approach, and refusing to let go of his inquiry.

“I asked first.”

You insist on keeping up the smile and the mask it provides, motioning with your hand to the bed, which seems to be the only possible seat, and order,

“Sit,” Ivar frowns, at the tip of his tongue sharp words about how you must be forgetting who he is if you think you can order him around, but he saves them when your smile softens. The way you are looking at him as you take a seat at the foot of the bed is different, not so performative, not so calculated, yet it still puts him on edge. He feels like you are hunting him, like you are…toying with him. Before the realization can take root in his head, before he can let his thoughts chase themselves in circles, before he can feel the cold and the distant but familiar ache of shame, of being mocked, you speak again, “If you come sit with me, I will answer your questions, Ivar.”

He frowns, “You know my name.”

“Would you prefer I didn’t?”

“I would prefer if you were honest.”

“I am,” You answer simply. Biting back a sigh, Ivar walks towards you, trying to read your expression and understand what your thoughts are as you watch him approach you. When he finally sits next to you, trying and failing to ignore the heady scent of lavender and something else, something darker, that seems to surround you and cling to the furs of this bed, you nod your head, a silent praise that isn’t lost to him. Neither is lost to him the way it affects him to know such thing. “Thank you.”

He twirls the crutch in his hand but realizes that gives away his restlessness and instead rests it by his side on the bed; and instead studies you in silence for a few breaths, not really sure what to do with his hands so he just sets them on his thighs, and not really sure what to think about how close you are to him but there is nothing he can do to help that.

Instead, he returns to his curiosity. Ivar has a feeling you are skittish about direct questions, so instead he starts,

“There are whispers, about what you are. The Saxons said you were a…demon, that you are sworn to their devil.”

This time in your smile you don’t bother hiding the satisfaction, and Ivar looks away, clearing his throat and feeling shame burn away at him at the warmth that fills his chest at knowing he has done something to please you again. This pathetic warmth he so craves, it leaves him restless and pliant at the same time, and though he wants to confront you about what you are doing to him with nothing but your smile and your voice, he cannot do so without admitting to more than he wishes to; so he has no choice but to stay quiet.

You startle him when you slowly reach for him, letting your fingers trail up the inside of his forearm before the slowly, torturously, trail back up. Ivar holds his breath, watches you in silence and the words die on his lips. He has the errant thought that with such a simple touch it feels like your small hands are wrapped around his throat, that with nothing but a caress you’ve shackled and defeated him.

But he does not dare stop you, does not want to. If anything, he wants more, but he is starting to realize what rules you play by, offering softness when he does as you say and offering your touch when he shows he can play your game; and above demanding more he wants to earn it.

“And what do you say I am?” You venture, lifting your darkened gaze from the aimless path of your fingers to meet his eyes again. Your smile widens, teasing, before you add, “Don’t say a witch.”

You startle a chuckle from him, his shoulders loosening some of the tension for a moment.

“There aren’t many things I can think of,” And how true that is, he can barely think when you are sitting so close to him, when you are still tracing invisible lines over his arm and leaving a burning trail after your touch. “Are you…mortal?”

You furrow your lips to hide the widening of your smile, and he cannot help but find it endearing.

“I am just like you, Ivar. I just happen to be drawn to…desire.”

“Desire.”

“Mhm,” Your hummed affirmation sounds like a rumble, a purr. Your head tilts to the side, smile widening, wolfish. “Your people revel in it. The bloodlust during a fight, the…well, lust that comes after a good battle. It is…intoxicating, to one such as me.”

He almost wants to argue that you are the intoxicating one, that there has to be some truth to the tales the Christians would speak of you and how you drove men mad with desire, with need.

But he plays by the rules, not really sure why he feels so compelled to, not really sure why he is funding such solace in following your lead.

“Is that why you are in York?” Is that why you torment me?

“I was here before you.” You answer simply, but Ivar shakes his head.

“That’s not what I meant. I’m sure the Christians lusted after you as much as any of us.”

“Us?” You repeat, and Ivar feels his face burn with embarrassment for a moment, gritting his teeth at the admission you so effortlessly pulled from him. Still, you drop the teasing expression soon enough, the smallest of furrows between your brows as you explain, “I do not need to be lusted after, nor do I want to. That is not why I linger here.”

“Then…then why do you appear in my dreams?” He ventures, turning his head to look at you, trying desperately to find any answers yet petrified at the thought of those answers being that his dreams are nothing but dreams, that he is making up in his head anything more than this, that he is deluding himself into thinking you somehow want him.

“Dreams?” You repeat slowly, a glint in your eye. Refusing to give away anything more, Ivar holds your gaze in silence. Your tone speaks of a secret, of teasing, when you admit, “I have been having…strange dreams too.”

“So they aren’t dreams.”

Your gaze lowers to his chest, and the heat of your gaze feels almost exactly like the trail of your mouth did, down from his neck until you stop right over his heart.

Lifting a brow, you say, “My mark isn’t there, is it?”

Your voice, a hoarse whisper with the force of a fierce command, echoes in his head, the one word he has heard you say in his dreams, the one claim he would give to none but you.

Mine, mine, mine.

“I don’t…I don’t understand.”

“I am drawn to desire, but I have desires of my own,” His breath hitches in his throat as you lean closer, and he knows you notice, it is written in the way you linger for a moment, letting him feel your faint breath on the side of his neck before you speak, lowly, almost a secret, “Power.”

There’s a moment where he feels cold creep up on him, a painful realization as his worst thoughts whisper that the only reason you are close is that he conquered York, that he leads the Great Army. For too long he thinks it is worth it to let you get close, even if you want the power he wields and not him, if that means he gets to have you, be yours.

But you dispel such thoughts, such worries, with but a touch. For your hand, daring, burning him with the simple touch, comes to rest on his chest, right above his heart.

Where your mark blossoms each night and where it disappears from each morning.

“You are…you are unlike anyone I have ever met, Ivar. I can feel the power you wield; I hear it in your voice when you talk to them, I see it in their eyes when they look at you,” You lean closer, tilting your chin up just slightly, and his breath stutters at the promise of a kiss you aren’t quite granting yet. Heart beating wildly at your praise, he wonders dazedly if you can hear it, he wonders how it is possible he can still hear you as you continue, “And I can taste your ambition, Ivar, your bloodthirst,” Ivar cannot help but lean just slightly towards you, the silent plea he doesn’t dare voice and you do not answer to. But your gaze still travels to his mouth, and when you lick your lips, he imagines it is because you crave the taste of him as he does of you, and has to bite back a whimper. Your voice washes over him, a whisper, a breath, “Your desire.”

He isn’t sure why having you admit to seeing such things, to feeling such things, shames him the way it does. Desire has always been a shameful thing, most shameful when it is him who feels it. Ivar, always wanting things beyond his reach, hoping for what he does not deserve.

It isn’t with scorn or mockery that you say it, and it burns all the more because of it. He feels as if he has been bared of any armor, and with gentle touches and a soft voice you’ve lured him into facing the more pitiful parts of himself, voicing the truths you see and he wishes he could ignore.

The smile he attempts at offering you is rueful, pitiful, but he makes sure to look away before catching your reaction. It petrifies him to imagine you might look at him with pity.

“Hm.” He offers, and even in the short sound his voice wavers.

You don’t waver, instead turning in your place to face him better, and though Ivar knows you are trying to get him to meet your eyes, he cannot bring himself to do so.

He hides well the instinct to flinch when your free hand reaches to cup his face, lest you think he doesn’t want your hands on him; and grits his teeth but obeys when you gently prompt him to meet your gaze.

There is no pity in the softness of your gaze, there is no mockery in the sharp curve of your smile. There is hunger, there is darkness, but he isn’t sure he could imagine you without either.

“That is why I have stayed, that is why in my dreams I seek you,” You admit, unwavering, ardent. Your hand starts a slow path upwards, until it rests at the base of his throat, and it takes everything in him not to move into the touch, not to seek the press of your hand against his throat. You lean closer, or maybe he does, helpless under the spell of your darkened gaze, and with your lips a breath away from his own you whisper, “Because I desire you. And I want you to say yes.”

The word stumbles past his lips before you are even done speaking, a plea, a whimper,

“Yes.” Please.

But you shake your head, hand continuing to creep up until you are holding him by the throat, keeping him looking at you. As if he’d ever look away.

“No, my sweet,” You chastise, and the rejection cannot sting right now, not when the term of endearment leaving your lips washes over him, not when being spoken so softly to by you is making Ivar’s eyes flutter shut. “If you give in to me, if you surrender, it has to be because you want to.”

“I want to. I-I want you, I-…” Admitting desire should be difficult, his words should be weighted with each time he dared hope and was rejected, his voice should waver with the shame of being weak enough to feel longing; but he finds the admission comes easily to him, and leaves him weightless once it is done. “Please.”

You smile, pleased, and with that smile returns to him that same warmth from before, that restless peace that comes with knowing he has been good, has made you happy.

“Please what, hm?”

“Please, t-touch me, take me, just-…” The words stumble past his lips and he feels his face burning more and more with each one, and judging by the way you’re looking at him you aren’t planning on stopping him; so instead he stops himself, stalls his breath for a moment before he dares admits a more coveted desire, “K-Kiss me?”

The hand on his cheek offers a caress that makes his chest pull tight, and slowly, torturously, you lean to cross the distance between you. The anticipation building within him is enough to make pleas almost leave his lips again, but Ivar holds himself still, awaiting with baited breath for the moment you bring your lips to his.

He could cross this little distance between you, could end this dance you seem to enjoy extending, but he wants you to be the one to kiss him. Foolish, pathetic maybe, but Ivar wants to be kissed, wants to be touched, not because he demands it, but because you want to, because you want him enough to no longer stand the distance between you.

And with one last stuttered breath against his lips, you bring him to you, the hand on the side of his face holding the back of his neck as you take control of the kiss, your tongue venturing past the seam of his lips and making a choked moan leave his lips before he can stop it.

He loses himself in the feel of your kiss, in the subtle taste of you, in the electrifying warmth of your hands on him; and when you tug almost petulantly at the shirt he wears, Ivar rushes to take it off, as desperate to feel your skin against his as he hopes you are.

Humming contentedly, you trail warm hands over his chest. Ivar remains still under your touch, eyes taking in your expression, breath hitching at the want he sees shining clearly in your gaze. He still cannot believe you are looking at him like that, that him and his body are what makes you look so…hungry.

That same hunger, that same desire, makes heat pool low on his belly when you kiss him again, sends a shiver down his spine when your hands grasp and touch at whatever part of him you wish to.

Your hands grabbing a hold of his wrists startle him, but he remains pliant under your touch as you move his arms up over his head.

Still, he has to ask, “Why?”

You dart quickly for a peck on his lips, smile pressed in a quick kiss against his own smiling lips.

“Because I can,” You retort, letting go of his wrists to trail your hands down his chest, over his sides, as you rest your weight on him. “Because I want to.”

Ivar tilts his head up, a silent request to have you kiss him again, and you comply, kissing him deeply and sighing quietly against his lips as you part. The darkness in your gaze, the subtle mark of him on your lips, the heaviness of your breaths, it gets to him more than he thought it would, they are small pieces to prove he affects you at least slightly.

And knowing you want him, knowing you want him like this, it leaves him breathless, mindless.

Whatever words, whatever attempt at a retort was to leave his lips dies on his throat when you nuzzle at the side if his neck, demanding silently that he bare his throat to you.

He feels your smile against his skin, pressed in a soft kiss, a gentle prelude to the pain he knows is to come. It is all so strikingly familiar, to be here with you, like this.

“I-Is this a dream, o-or…?” His words die in a shaky breath, and try as he might he can do nothing but surrender to the feeling of your hot breaths on the sensitive skin of his neck, his head tilting back in the silent plea for more that he wouldn’t voice even if he could have his body obey him right now.

Your short laugh is teasing, almost fond, sending a shiver down Ivar’s spine.

“Or a nightmare?” You finish for him. It wasn’t exactly what he wanted to say, but with the way your thigh is torturously teasing in its drag over his cock over his pants, he dazedly wonders if perhaps it is a nightmare. So close to having what he wants, yet powerless to do anything to take it.

But this powerlessness does not feel like torture. Ever since you first said his name and your strange accent clung to it, the short word on your lips sounding like something entirely more delicate than it is, Ivar has felt control steadily be stripped away from him; and though it is something he desperately craves, right now control -over what’s happening, over his body, over himself- feels yours to have, whatever power he might have past these walls he knows he can surrender to you.

And neither does this weightlessness feel like drowning. With each touch you drag him further and further down, and with your scent, lavender and something just yours, you cloud his senses and his thoughts, letting him forget anything but you and your body against his; it almost feels like floating underwater, nothing but his own heart beating in his ears and nothing but your hands on him keeping him tethered, and though with each touch it feels like the tether you offers threatens to pull him further underwater, he has never felt safer.

You nip at his earlobe, wrenching a short gasp from Ivar and returning his attention to the present. He realizes you said something and he couldn’t hear you, too lost in his own thoughts and the haze of being with you like this, so he amends weakly,

“Hm?”

“I asked,” You start pointedly, a reprimand clear in your tone. Ivar finds the sudden and almost urgent need to put his hands on you, to apologize for his mistake with his touch, but your previous command to keep his hands up on the headboard keeps him restrained better than any bindings ever could. He wonders absently if that is why you didn’t restrain him physically, because you want him obeying through nothing but his own resolve. You continue, “…which one you think it is. Is this a dream, or a nightmare?”

“N-No, this is…this is real.” It has to be.

“Perhaps,” You concede, a tilt to your voice that speaks of a secret you aren’t sharing. He feels the tip of one finger trail over his collarbone, and try as he might he cannot control his ragged and quickened breaths, he cannot control the answer of his body to such a simple touch. “We will see when morning comes. If these fade…”

With the speed of a predator darting for the kill, you lean closer again, biting on the skin over his shoulder hard enough that once again pleasure blends with the pain.

“Ah!”

Knowing he bears your mark again, knowing this time it might stay, it overwhelms Ivar, and tears prick at his eyes, even when he squeezes them shut.

“It was a dream, and tomorrow we will do this all over again,” You finish, pulling back. He forces himself to open his eyes, desperate to meet your gaze. Your eyes are dark, and shining with want like he’s never seen, and the way you’re looking at him, like something you hunger for, like someone you need, is enough to keep him tethered to your gaze, under your spell and awaiting for your next move. Ivar thinks dazedly of prey freezing under the steady approach of a predator, but when you lick your lips he sees the faint stain of his blood on your lips and realizes the hunt is over. Brazenly, without hesitation, you lean close again, licking over the most recent mark and making Ivar whimper at the maddening pleasure blending with lingering pain. “If they don’t…”

He knows the rules now, he understands the game, and so the words escape his lips in a gasp, a plea, finishing your sentence but sentencing him as well.

“I’m yours.”

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halloween genshin impact headcanons!!

summary. you went trick-or-treating with klee, diona, and qiqi. and then you proceed to go to every single house in teyvat.

ft. every playable character (including 2.2-2.3 updates)

cw. none, modern!au

notes. this is really long. the list is in alphabetical order and if you want to find a certain character, you’re better off using the find function. sorry if some of these are ooc, idk too much about some characters D: these are just my headcanons, but feel free to add onto these!

halloween night was finally here, and you already knew it was going to be amazing. the spooky yet festive atmosphere had been building up for the past week, and everyone was in the halloween spirit. you had checked the forecast today and was glad to see that it would be clear skies and the temperature was not to hot nor too cold. normally, on a halloween night like this you would be enjoying a halloween movie and giving candy to kids, but you had some other plans tonight.

three children asked you to supervise them while they go trick-or-treating and you couldn’t really say no…

albedo.

klee spammed the doorbell several times and had to starting yelling his name

cue an explosion and albedo opens the door

he’s a mad scientist 100%

messy hair, messy lab coat

he gives out smarties and nerds-

amber.

little red riding hood

she’s going trick-or-treating too

baron bunny? more like baron wolf

she’s unsurprisingly got a lot of candy like she went everywhere

ayaka.

she’s not dressed up for halloween unfortunately

but when you go to her house she’s got a movie marathon going on

thoma is also there hehe

:o is that ayato kamisato??

dressed up in a jack skellington outfit? (without the mask)

they have some crunchy japanese candy very yummy

barbara.

angel costume fight me on this

literally so perfect on her

lots and lots of candy

and they’re basically pure sugar

please compliment her outfit she worked hard

beidou.

PIRATE

AND CHOCOLATE GOLD COINS

she’s got her crew dressed up as pirates too

she has halloween decorations that are also pirate-themed

like she popped off this year

bennett.

originally he had an inflatable alien-human costume

but he popped it LMAO

so he’s wearing a last minute skeleton costume

also the bones glow in the dark

he’s going trick-or-treating with fischl and razor

he likes twizzlers

chongyun.

i’m thinking that he dressed up as a wizard of some sort

and he has a staff prop

poor boy keeps getting scared by the decorations

and of course, xingqiu is making fun of him for it

but he’s lowkey ghost hunting as well

“do not fear. if there are any ghosts, i will exorcise them.”

he really likes those soda candies and lollipops

diluc.

he’s got huge candies definitely

diluc is dressed as a vampire

and the maids/workers have like bat wing headbands

oh and adelinde is the one who opens the door

something about her is lowkey creepy

but yeah they have huge gummy bears, huge chocolate bars, etc.

diona.

one of the kids you’re trick-or-treating with

a pumpkin costume

like one of those large ones

she’s steering very clear of chocolates

or anything that has dairy in it

she likes gummies like swedish fish

eula.

she’s in an inflatable dino costume LMAO

she lost a bet with someone and had to wear it

“i will get my vengeance.”

bro don’t even ask her for candy she’d get mad

honestly she would have dressed as elsa tho

fischl.

misa from death note

first, she kinda looks like her (one of the things i noticed when i first saw fischl)

second, i think it’d be her favorite anime

tried to get bennett to match with her but it didn’t work out

she loves haribo gummies

ganyu.

she gives me nurse costume vibes

she was working, but you happened to pass by her

and she had these milk candies (idk they’re korean)

she was walking around town and gave a bunch of candy away

super generous in giving things away

gorou.

shiba inu onesie.

it is literally so adorable

his treats were pretzel packets

and his siblings are also in onesies

some of them will try to scare you pls act scared for them

hu tao.

my god she’s all decked out

her house is decorated to the max

spider webs, skeletons, ghouls, very spooky things

no one else comes close to how decorated her house is

even her candies are lowkey creepy

she’s dressed as a scary grim reaper

definitely pulling pranks on everyone she can

“wooo~ are you getting the chills?”

itto.

he wanted to 1v1 sara in a costume contest

he’s dressed as an oni (very original. or maybe he’s hulk)

also he’s shirtless idk why i needed to add that

he isn’t giving any candy

because he’s trick-or-treating as well-

“if you see her, please tell me what her costume is!”

jean.

she’s working on halloween but she’s in costume

she wasn’t actually planning on getting into costume

but lisa put some bunny ears on her

if you do happen to see her, she’ll give you milky ways

kaeya.

y’all already know he’s a devil

that cursed red suit with the chest window

and the little horns and tail and pitchfork

klee thought he was a ketchup bottle

rosaria called him a bloody tampon

he’s a bit sad but he gained his confidence later on

anyway he has sour candy

kazuha.

i think he has a handmade samurai cosplay

and he was really proud of it so give him compliments

he also has really yummy japanese candies

i see him as a pocky guy too

keqing.

she actually was not at the house

but she had a bucket of candy outside

mostly butterfingers, but there were also m&ms

she was unfortunately not wearing any costume

but she would be wearing a cat costume

klee.

she’s dressed as a mummy

albedo just wrapped her up and called it a day

so there were a lot of loose ends and it was lowkey falling apart

so you had to make sure they were on tight

she’s running ahead of everyone all the time

she will honestly take any candy she sees

“___’s candy is the best!” but insert ___ with literally anyone

kokomi.

she’s dressed like a mermaid

and it’s really pretty and suits her perfectly

honestly i think she’d make her own costumes

also she gives out kasugai gummies which are so freaking good

she’s reading scary stories to pass the time

lisa.

honestly she was too lazy to wear anything but a witch costume

which, may i add, she has worn every year

she has a bunch of hershey chocolates

but if you dare eat them in the library she’ll come for you

“you like my costume? what a darling, have a chocolate!”

mona.

she’s trick-or-treating because free candy

and she’s also dressed as a witch

which she got from party city for a low price

but it has stars and stuff and it’s lowkey nice

“i quite like halloween, i appreciate the free sweets.”

ningguang.

not dressed up because she’s at work

but you know how dawn winery has large candy?

well she has high quality sweets

like godiva chocolates and other rich people candy idk

“don’t be shy, take some more!”

noelle.

i hc that her favorite disney princess is belle

so she’s dressed up as her from beauty and the beast

like the roses part really works out well

she’s taking a break from maid duties so she’s giving out candy from the hq

it’s just the basic assortment of candy that they bought in bulk

qiqi.

dressed up as a zombie

she really liked ganyu’s milk candy

she falls behind so make sure that she’s not being left out

“trick-or… what’s the other part again?”

raiden shogun.

she’s not the biggest halloween fan. she thinks it’s overrated

but like if you look into her house you’ll see a halloween movie on

because kujou sara is over and she loves halloween

honestly i’m feeling like sara forced her into a yumeko costume

she has a lot of hi-chews for you

razor.

dressed up as a wolf

because fischl forced him to

he’s actually really cute like he has paws and ears on

he saw klee with you and almost ran away

good boy has a lot of candies but he doesn’t want the chocolates

rosaria.

oh my god you guys know nun?

yeah she’s the nun

literally you went up to the cathedral and she was just there

she’s trying to prank some people

sara.

like i said, she’s watching movies with ei

she’s in a mary costume to match

and she’s trying to hide from itto so she’s not at her own house

“please, do not tell that man in the oni costume where i am.”

sayu.

she’s a ninja

dashing around and stuff

but she was like lowkey scaring you because you just heard rustles

then she came out of the bush just yawning

she really likes candy that are sugary

they give her little boosts of energy

sucrose.

she’d dress up as tinkerbell

it might seem weird but i think it suits her

if not, maybe rio futaba

but she made homemade candies which are super good

“you like my costume? y-you’re too kind!”

tartaglia.

originally i said he was dressed as a superhero

but honestly i think he’s dressed as a clown

and he’s trick-or-treating as well

but doing more of the “trick” part-

someone please get some adult supervision for him

he’s literally eating sour patch kids

thoma.

he’s in the kamisato house watching movies

i think he’s also in a kangaroo onesie just to be comfortable

having the time of his life with skittles

i think he really likes halloween movies

venti.

honestly, he’s in the center of town just singing “the monster mash”

lowkey popping off tho like go off vocal king

he’s dressed as a demon of a kind

people give him candy instead of money LMAO

“thank you, thank you. now for my performance of ‘thriller!’”

xiangling.

no off days in wanmin restaurant, even on halloween

but also, there’s no way she’s not dressing up

so she’s got a guoba onesie

yeah, it’s hot, but she’s feeling fine

when you go by, she gives you halloween-themed sweets

“me? i’m dressed as guoba! would you like a pumpkin pop cake?”

xiao.

dressed up as giyuu

unfortunately, giyuu is the water hashira, not air

but our favorite demon slaying boy as our favorite demon slaying boy

he’s just going around, he doesn’t really have candy

just making sure nothing is bad is happening

xingqiu.

matching with chongyun as a little mage

he’s got his scary story books with him

like i said he’s bullying chongyun

keeps trying to scare him and it works and tells him ghost stories

xinyan.

she was practicing on halloween

the dedication is very admirable

i think she is in a dragon onesie though

she gives you starbursts :D

yanfei.

i think she’s dressed as a mage

her scale thingy looks like those staffs

giving me some mystical vibes

i see her as a reese’s peanut butter cup person

but also she like skittles and sour patch kids

yoimiya.

i’m just saying, pop rocks candy

and she’s lighting mini sparklers in her driveway

they’re orange and purple so halloween colors

“hey! want some pop rocks candy? they explode in your mouth like mini fireworks!”

zhongli.

this man only gives out dark chocolate

he put on some glasses and called it a day

you asked what he was and he said “scholar”

i mean, yeah, but where’s the effort zhongli /lh

lowkey trying to make sure childe doesn’t get into too much trouble

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