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jacazull · 7 months
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The Rottmnt Caseys and the very little canon content we have of them only draws me more and more to them as characters, and I am so into everyone’s takes about Junior adjusting in the past. When I was watching the last couple of episodes of the Owl House a few months ago, this scene made me think of Casey and Junior having a little heart to heart after a late-night patrol.
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ccomilk · 8 months
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all countries missing out sound off 👤
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blindmagdalena · 3 months
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homelander!daughter but she surprises him with her own costume for halloween. she got her other parent to make her own superhero persona and she has this ELABORATE backstory, even if she’s not a supe like him. he’s forced to sit on the couch with this dramatic diy stage setup, thinking it’s just a fashion show she does every so often, but he can just smell the excitement on his partner. she comes out all dressed up, but he doesn’t recognize who she’s supposed to be and then she reveals it!! SHES HIS LITTLE SIDE KICK FOR HALLOWEEN AHHHH
STOOOOOP that’s so cute!!! 😭 I love the buildup! the anticipation! the reveal! I love Homelander being allowed to have these sweet domestic little moments that hit him like a bulldozer to the chest.
his daughter doesn’t know why his eyes look so glassy—even though he’s smiling—but daddy does that sometimes so she knows to give him a big hug 😭😭😭
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snugglyfluffle · 2 months
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Buzzy Blobs
A new type of dreams blobs have awaken to help the sad man
Orange: Me , Green: @kasey-writes-stuff , Blue: @skylolacreativespace , Purple: @mushiewrites , Pink: @emmadoodlewrites , and Grey: @wishitweresummer
Dream was not having a good day today. He didn’t know how? Probably just slept on the wrong side of the bed or something but he didn’t want to do anything today.
I mean the editing was nearly done on his latest video and everything has been taken care of…..what to do?
He then hears a sound down the hall. Shrugging with nothing to do he explores it. His friends went out to visit Punz and get dinner so he was home alone with the cats. It was probably one of them jumping around.
He followed the sound to not Patches room but the one next to it. The Blob room where all his viewers are as little two inch white blobs.
He opened the door wondering what’s the noise all about and he gets playfully attacked by all their sounds. Their little chirps and squeaks. Sounding like a mouse mixed with birds.
Dream walks in the room trying his best not to step on them and sits down. As usual he gets swarmed like bees on a hornet as they jump on him. Not going too far, just on his legs and hands as they chirp and squeak for attention.
Dream just chuckles as he rubs his fingers around their heads and chins giving them some affection. They’ve been missing him a lot and wanted to check on him. That’s most likely why they were being noisy.
“It’s ok guys I’m fine. Just bored.”
The blobs listened but still made some sounds as they purred and nuzzles Dreams side and legs. He smiled at this glad that his community is safe and happy with him.
He then hears a chirp but it was different. This chirp was louder and almost sounded robotic. Like a motor going off.
Dream looked around and saw what was making the noise. It was another blob but they were different. First it was a bit bigger, 3 inches instead of the 2 inch ones as well as a different color. All the other blobs were white but this one.
It was Grey.
Dream picked up the small group of blobs on his lap and moved then to the side of the bed. He carefully walked to the table where the grey one was. He was a bit nervous. Were they sick? Depressed? What was wrong?
“You ok little guy?”
Dream held out his hand for the blob to jump on. As they did it nodded and made some sounds. This allowed Dream to notice something else about this strange blob. It was fuzzy. Like those pencils toppers from the dollar store that look like the trees from the Lorax. The normal blobs felt smooth and firm with some squish. This one was the same with the smooth being replaced with fuzz.
“You’re a strange little guy.”
He gave the blob a quick tickle by its base and it burst with a almost giggle chirp. Falling down and curling up slightly Dream chuckled and cooed.
“Aww I’ve forgotten some of you guys are ticklish”
Dream had a few more playful wiggles of his finger as the blob squirmed violently. He then looked up to see a few more of the same fuzzy blob. Just different colors.
There was a blue one. A green one by an orange one. As well as pink and purple ones. Six in total and they seem to know the grey one as it jumped down and went by the purple one. They all did there weird chirps and squeaks as Dream kneeled down to look at them closely.
“I wonder why you guys are so different from the rest?”
Dream sat at his chair in the room and let the blobs come by him. He’s never seen these ones before so they must be new. Hopefully it’s not a sickness. One way to find out.
Dream reached out and carefully picked up the purple one. It squealed a bit but Dream tried to calm it down.
“It’s ok I just want to check if you guys are sick or not.”
As Dream did his check up the blob wouldn’t stop moving or be quiet. It was constantly squirming and squealing around. It took Dream a couple seconds to realize he was tickling it. He smiled a bit at this and tried not to coo so much. These ones are more sensitive, he gathers that info. Other then that there was nothing else wrong.
“I guess you guys are just unique then. Nothing wrong with that.”
He smiled and placed the now flustered blob down. The others got closer and chirped at him. The orange one even jumping up and nuzzling his hand while purring. The green one being more shy it seems starts to nuzzle as well.
The blue one was just a jumpy one. Going everywhere as the pink one seems to just like the company. The grey and blue one stay close as they look at him tilting their heads slightly.
All Dream could do was just watch in aww as he looks and learns about these new blobs. They feel fuzzy and are different colors. They even got different personalities. Just like the rest of them.
He was pulled out of his thoughts when he felt a nibble on his hand and saw the orange one biting his thumb. It didn’t hurt and he knew it was just them having fun. But he was bored too and wanted fun. So he flipped the orange one over and wiggles his finger under the head where the neck is.
The little blob squealed and wiggled around in his hand. A smile grew on his face and he even noticed the blobs watching as well. They then looked at him and chirped at him as the green one went by the orange in his hand.
“What? You guys want a turn?”
The blobs chirped loud and jumped around. Well this was surprising? Sure a couple of his blobs liked attention and even a quick tickle but these ones seemed needy for it.
Nothing wrong with that tho as Dream picks them up one by one and gives them all a quick tickle around. He teased and cooed at the blob in his hold.
“Aww tickle tickle tickle little purple one. Where do you think you’re hopping off too. Why thank you for opening up your belly.”
The teases looked like to have made them love it more as he went round after round of tickles for them.
Getting their necks, bellies, feet. He even found a death spot on a few of them.
Overall it was a cute sight. Dream couldn’t help his chuckles as he continued until they backed away from his hand. They seemed almost flustered but they slowly came back and nuzzles the hands causing Dream to chuckle again.
“You know. You guys are adorable. You even remind me of my friends. Especially with the tickles. Sapnap and George are almost or just as ticklish as me.”
He finished that with another chuckle before sitting up to leave.
“Speaking of which they should be back. I’ll come back after dinner.”
Before he could close the door he heard them squeak again. He looked back to see them all at the tables edge seemingly disturbed. Dream walked back over hoping he didn’t hurt any feelings.
“Hey it’s ok. I eat quickly plus Punz is coming so you guys can hang with him.”
The green one perked up at that but the other blobs just chirped again. The grey one jumped up and stared at him. Dream hanging with his blobs learned that that means come closer. So he did just that. Almost like the blob was gonna whisper in his ear.
“What is it little guy? I have to- hEheY”
The grey blob jumped and wiggled down Dreams second shirt. He backed up quickly as the white blobs backed away from him and looked up at him curiously. Dream looks down and sees a lump wiggling down to his stomach. The fuzzy fluff on its body lightly moved on his skin making him fight back a smile as he clinched his hands slightly.
“Hey little guhuy you have to gehet outta thehere.”
Luckily his shirt wasn’t tucked in and with a quick motion he reached up in his shirt and pulled out the grinning blob and placed them back down. He rubbed his stomach to get rid of the tickling feeling and looked to see the grey blob seemingly giggling at their action.
“Are you looking for another round of tickles you little shit?”
He said it teasingly but still meant it as he tried to play tough to cover up the surprise tickle attack. The blob just jumped almost like it’s challenging him. Dream chuckled and playfully lunged at the blob only to miss and the blob jumped to the side and went back in his shirt. This time on his back behind the shoulders. The one spot he couldn’t reach.
What made it worse is that it tickled. A lot. So much so that Dream had to fake a squeal as a cough and back away quickly again. This time going to sit on the bed reaching his arms behind him and wiggling around.
“Get out! My body isn’t a plahahaygrohound you little grehehemlin.”
The rest of the blobs just watched. Some tilted their heads while others giggled and a few seem to be cheering. The rest of the colored blobs jumped down and hopped their way to the squirmy human.
“Guhuhys? Little hehelp heheheere.”
He looked down to see the others jumping up to get on the bed. The blobs did nothing but watch as he giggled and wiggles around to get the grey blob, now in the middle of his back, off on him.
The more the blob moved the more it tickled. Especially when the fluff was tickling the spine and back of the ribs. Dream never realized how sensitive his back was until now. It was now getting harder to contain the giggles as he just kept having them slip whenever the blob changed direction. Whoever this blob was. It was a tickling pro.
Finally the blob exited and went to face the human. Dream after seeing the blob fell back on the bed knowing he wasn’t crushing any viewers. He took a few breathes until he felt something jumping on his torso to his chest. He looked up to see the grey blob looking at him tilting its head.
“Ok little guy. You win.”
His head fell back as he closed his eyes finally having his body to himself again.
That is until he felt a new but already familiar sensation. He brought himself up on his elbows to see all the colored blobs pull at his clothes and wiggle underneath. The grey one was holding his shirt so the purple on could go under. The pink and blue ones were nibbling the shirt by the ribs. The orange and green one were by his neck and shoulders.
“Wait wait guys don’t! That’s not a-!”
Dream curled up slightly as he felt the fluff going around his stomach and up to his ribs and chest. The ones by his neck were giving him some nuzzles as well which caused his shoulders to scrunch up.
The blobs all together started tickling him all over. Going under his shirt to wiggle and nibble his torso. The muscle on his rib bones, the rim of the bellybutton, and the collarbone were all getting attacked by soft tingly mouths. While his sides and neck and shoulders were getting the snuggle treatment.
It was impossible to get use too. With all the different spots and techniques and speeds. Dream couldn’t get use to a single one of them. His brain was getting fuzzy, almost as fuzzy as the blobs themselves.
“Guhuhuhuys knohohohock it ohohohoff. I’m not ahahahahaa playgrohohohound.”
Dream just leaned his head back and kicked his legs slightly. His hands turning into fists as to not accidentally harm the blobs. He knew they were just playing around. They didn’t go by any no touch spots. Just the basic tickle spots on the human body. He appreciated that at least.
Though it was hard to keep a calm mind when all that was happening was tickles and….was that cheers?
Dream opened his eyes to see the white blobs on the floor cheering. Some were jumping others giggling. They were enjoying this. Like it was a show for them. Well it’s not like Dream minded. He liked spending time with his chat and he did like physical affection. These new blobs definitely liked it and loved to show it.
The more he thought about it the more he enjoyed it. He’s been stressed and in a not so good headspace lately. It’s nice to just have a laugh, the kind of laugh that makes you stop thinking. To just live in the moment and not worry about life. It was refreshing honestly.
The blobs continued making the masked now unmasked man laugh for a little longer until they wiggles out of his shirt. They bounced up to his chested to check on him. All tilting their heads. Dream was catching his breath, the smile never leaving his face. As well as the blush.
“I think you guys win this round. Mark my word I will get revenge on each one of you.”
The blobs seem to chuckle at that and jumped off of him to his sides. As Dream sat up he sees the rest of the chat just staring at him.
“Not a word you guys. About any of this.”
The whole chat nodded. Some went back to their own thing while others came to him wanting attention in some way. Dream scooped a handful and started petting their heads as he looked at the colored ones.
“You guys are unique I’ll give you that. Guess you deserve a unique name them.”
The blobs perked up a bit at that. A few of them chirped at the comment and jumped a bit. Dream just chuckled at the sudden excitement.
“Ok then let’s see here……well you guys are fuzzy and like tickles….tickle blobs?”
The blobs looked at each other then back at him to shake their head in disapproval. Dream sat in thought a bit, still petting the chat blobs.
“Fluff balls?”
The blobs just looked disappointed at that one causing the chat ones to giggle a bit.
“Hey shut it I suck at naming things.”
The whole room nodded in agreement.
“Hey! That better have been a joke. Alright then how about Buzzy blobs.”
They looked at each other again and their smiles widened as they nodded and jumped around. The orange one even jumped on the lap and they seemingly celebrated the name.
Dream chuckled at this before scooping them all up the bring them back to the desk.
“Buzzy blobs it is then.”
He was about to set them down so he could leave but he felt them jump on him again. Jumping on his shoulders and nuzzling his neck.
“Phff come ohohon guhuhuys I hahahave to gehehet my friends. Enohohough tihihihickles for todahahahay.”
The blobs just continued. All too happy to care as they all made Dream collapse to his knees as he curled up slightly. A few of the chat blobs joined in the nuzzles. Getting his ankles and wrists and palms. Dream was all giggly as he got swarmed with nuzzles and cuddles from his chat and the buzzies.
He couldn’t do anything but laugh and curl up as the blobs covered him from neck to toe. Some were even in his hair nuzzling the scalp and forehead. It was nothing but a warm tickle cuddle ball and he was in the middle.
“Ummm so what’s going on in here?”
The cuddle ball stopped and expanded revealing Dream to Sapnap as he stood in the door frame. Some blobs including the orange and green Buzzy one jumped and did a few chirps. Happy to see him.
“Nothing Sapnap they were just touch starved. Just wanted some hugs, you know the usual.”
Sapnap nodded in agreement. That’s when George and Punz showed up behind him both holding a bag with items in it. Most likely the groceries and other things they needed for the house that day.
More blobs jumped and chirped. The green Buzzy one jumped more at Punz as the purple one jumped at George. Both men looked down in aw at the fuzzy blobs and kneeled down.
“Aww this is a new one. Dream did you glue some carpet on these ones?”
“Ya they feel softer.”
Dream just shook his head as Sapnap awwed at the new colored ones too. He even reached out and gave the grey one a pat on the head. Then the same to the orange one.
“You got a whole rainbow here. Look at them. Pink, blue, orange, green, purple and even grey. All you need is a yellow one.”
“Isn’t that one yellow?”
George pointed at the green one Punz was now holding. The others huffed a slight laugh.
“No that one’s green George. Seems to like you Punz.”
Punz had a small smile on his face at that comment as he gave a few pats to the blob in his hands.
“About time I was a favorite around here.”
George just rolled his eyes looking at the purple blob. He poked it softly as it jumped a bit. The grey one hopped over as well. The pink, blue, and orange ones were by Sapnap.
“Watch out for the grey one. It’s feisty.”
“Oh come on Dream these blobs are harmless I mean look at them. They’re adorable.”
As Sapnap said that he wiggled a finger in the orange ones belly causing it to giggle and fall back. He then gave a few chin scratches to the pink and blue one.
“Oh you just wait. Once they’re in a playful mood you’d see why I call them the Buzzy blobs.”
The friends all chuckled and rolled their eyes, not taking what he said seriously.
They then all said goodbye to the blobs as they walked away to make dinner and think of a new video. They agreed to come back to the blobs afterwards before Punz had to leave. Little did they know. The blobs were planning to make something entertaining as well.
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emo-batboy · 1 year
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Have you taught yourself how to use the inspect element on your computer to create fake websites and article titles for two days just so you can screenshot them for your social media au or are you normal?
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mci-writing · 2 years
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Ghosty Ghostly Hauntings (Ghost!Midoriya Izuku x Reader)
Warnings: Smut, like full on sex smut; ghost!Midoriya x human!reader; heavily implied no quirk AU; uhhh Midoriya is dead? But like, there’s no explicit mention of how he died or any violence; Dom!Deku; they don’t know each other that well when they have sex; only partially proof read tbh
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The quiet of your new room has your head pounding, thoughts of the past few hours keeping you wide awake. You’ve twisted and turned under the warmth of your comforter almost thousands of times, taking a moment to lay on each of your sides before deciding that those weren’t enough to keep you comfortable. Eventually, you fall back to the center of your bed with an exasperated sigh, “This isn’t working…”
Your wandering mind makes it pretty obvious why you can’t sleep, your senses heightened to a thousand and making you feel every single thing. You feel every thread and every bit of fuzz on your comforter. Your nose inhales every particle in the air, varying smells mixing with the few small portions of dust still lingering from moving in . The rays from the moon feel brighter than normal against your skin and the natural chill of the house contrasts the light in an uncomfortable way that you’re unable to ignore. Whether or not it’s the origin of your discomfort is beyond you, but it doesn’t take a genius to know it’s part of the reason why you can’t sleep. It could also be because you’re living in a new place, a big and old family home that had been abandoned for a couple years before you had initially bought and moved in.
It was already getting harder to make rent at your old apartment with the pay you had received from your job, but it became incredibly more difficult after being let off from said job. In time, you left and bounced from apartment to apartment before finally finding and settling with your new place that cost practically nothing.
Okay, practically nothing is a bit of a slight exaggeration. I mean, I’d say buying a jiko bukken (stigmatized property) for practically nothing at all is pretty fair when the tenant before you died in an unknown way and the house had become known for the supernatural happenings around it. Practically free house at the cost of a plausible, HEAVILY plausible roommate sounds pretty fair. Pretty, preeeeeetty fair, in my opinion.
You learned a few things about the house from the house’s seller, who was the original tenant’s childhood friend. His name was Bakugou Katsuki and he was… very rough around the edges. Kind of a bit of a prick, and you couldn’t tell if it was from his potential mourning or if he was just an asshole. You really wouldn’t be surprised if he was just an asshole, though…
The guy who owned the place before you was Midoriya Izuku, who inherited the home from his late mother. He was a “major fucking nerd”, quoting Bakugou, and had a lot of comic book memorabilia stored away in a corner of the home’s basement (more specifically of the hero All Might). A lot of the information you had received was conflicting, mostly through Bakugou’s colorful use of adjectives, but it was enough to paint the picture of a relatively good guy that seemed a little lonely in his final years. The loneliness idea is more of an assumption, seeing as how the few things still set up in the house belonged only to Midoriya and Bakugou never really brought up anyone else when you asked about people living there before you.
Speaking of Bakugou, the house was initially left in his hands, but he damn sure didn’t want it. Asking him why he didn’t want it and why he was practically giving it away is a bit of a sensitive subject. He explained that he didn’t want to keep the place due to all the memories associated and it would’ve been easier to just give the place away (and “Not because I’m fucking afraid of any damn ghosts!”). His words are a little more than jarring after hearing him refer to Midoriya as “Deku” when he doesn’t catch himself and the look his ruby eyes held anytime the two of you came across any of the guy’s old stuff only tell a story you’re probably not going to be told too soon.
Thinking about it all only made your head swirl in muddled ignorance, so you tried to avoid doing that. It managed to get you through most of the day while you focused on putting away your things after Bakugou had finally left.
Or, you did stop thinking about it until you actually ran into the tenant that lived there before you while you were trying to familiarize yourself with your new place…
You were initially a little bewildered to see the face of someone that you’ve been told is supposed to be dead floating past you in a seemingly supernatural glow. He didn’t notice you at first, seemingly muttering to himself as he floated from door to door and room to room, so you decided to ignore that and distracted yourself further into setting up your things. You acknowledged the confirmation of your actual, dead roommate and just kept on trucking.
The next time you came across him had you a little more curious, especially since you were mostly done with unpacking. He’s once again muttering to himself as he floats about the golden beige colored halls, not minding his surroundings. He never bothered to look where he was going, seemingly knowing where he was at all times. There was also this slight chill that would fill the room each time he was near, which only alerted you to his presence more.
“H-Hey,” The first time you called out to him had surprised you, not expecting the words to spill from between your lips. He doesn’t seem to hear you, though. You take in a deep breath, pushing the air out through your nose before you speak up louder than the first, “Hey, you!”
He pipes up at the call, freezing in place from how startled it made him. He slowly turns around to face you, seemingly shivering from head to floating toe, “Y-You…,” Your (e/c) eyes meet frazzled, emerald orbs, “Y-You’re… You’re a…,” He was only stuck for a moment, his cheeks growing a bright tone as he stood there, before he eventually jumped in acknowledged surprise that you were actually there and that he definitely wasn’t imagining you. He faded in and out before you in his ghostly glow, a shade of emerald green matching his eyes and a bright red filling the lost color of his face. It was almost like a mixed up glow stick that was losing its glowy liquidy stuff, “Human!”
It was almost like looking at a slightly altered alarm, flashing in a way that made you cover your eyes and flinch away. It takes it a moment to really dim down, but that doesn’t stop the frantic mutterings he made. His voice wasn’t severely altered like many movies make it out to be. There were no high pitched squeals or low groans many would expect a ghost to make like they do in the movies, but it was all jumbling together as he had tried to process the new information, which only made you suspect that maybe he didn’t initially know that he would be accompanied by a new housemate.
“Midoriya,” You attempted to call in hopes of plausibly grounding him into the situation, but the sound only flew over his head as the intensity of his rambling continued. You tried again a little louder, your hand now lowered, since the blinding light had faded, and stepped closer to the specter, “Midoriya! Midoriya Izuku!”
“Does that mean that Kacchan-,” Without much thought, you reached out and touched his shoulders, managing to feel something when your fingers didn’t phase through his form. You pulled him close to you, unintentionally getting lost in the light in his green eyes. They held more life than you’d expected them to, swirling with different shades of jade-filled emotion. They widened at the motion, obviously caught off-guard by it, but he didn’t pull away.
The close proximity doesn’t go unnoticed, but you found it hard to pull away, even if the apparition had quieted his mumbling out of surprise of the situation at the time. His cheeks had lit up once again, though in a warmer and more welcoming fashion as opposed to the earlier lightshow. He swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing almost as if he were still alive, and he was a little more than speechless with how things were playing out. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, causing your eyes to flit down to his lips, a scene from a series you had recently read prior to the move came to your mind. The protagonist had more than happily kissed the ghost living in his new apartment purely out of curiosity (and because he’d also read about it in a manga series) and you’d suddenly had the urge to find out what the lips of a ghost would feel like.
When your eyes flit back up to his, they’re seemingly just as entranced with the whole thing. They glowed in confused anticipation, which only urged you to make your next move of taking a closer step and closing the small distance between the two of you. He tensed up against you, a strange warmth growing against the cold of his form as he began to process the unexpected action you’d enacted. If you were a mind reader, all the jumbled thoughts that seared through his mind would cause you psychic damage.
Just as you were about to pull away, he reciprocated the kiss, moving his lips against yours. They’re cold, as you would expect them to be, yet the softness of them held such an unexpected warmth that the cold seemed to disappear as soon as it came. It’s a little inexperienced for both of you, especially because you’d never kissed a ghost before this and he’d never kissed a human as a ghost prior to this either, but it left you feeling a little dizzy.
“Sorry, but I had to stop your rambling somehow,” You tease after you gain your bearings, a small smile playing along your lips as you take a small step away from him, “Nice to meet you, Midoriya. I’m the new owner of your home, (L/n) (Y/n). Please take care of me.”
After that encounter, you got to know him throughout the day. You learned more about his small obsession with comic book heroes and super powers, how he’d initially been living in the house by himself before his death, and his relationship with Bakugou, who he called Kacchan with the excitement of someone looking up to their idol. You explained your interests to him, explained why you’d decided to purchase a house with the knowledge of a plausible ghost, and apologized for the surprise kiss you’d laid on him. He’d been a bigger help in settling you in and you were even more comfortable with your new living situation by the time you’d decided to take a shower that night.
The afterimage of your otherworldly roommate glowing like a firecracker spontaneously pops into your brain like popcorn kernels, the kiss itself replaying over and over like a never ending movie. You feel a wave of embarrassment wash over you, which you hadn’t felt when the kiss had originally happened. It’s like the secondhand embarrassment you’d feel for anyone else, except a little more personal and a lot less vicarious.
Your hands move on their own as they lift your pillow out from under you and shove the plush material against your face. It’s not enough to suffocate you, but it’s enough to shield yourself from the circumstances for a moment. At least now you can say there’s more to your insomnia tonight than the exciting buzzing of your nerves from being in a new place.
You roll over onto your stomach, sighing as you lift your face from the pillow, “I’m not getting anywhere like this…”
You sit up and decide that maybe a small walk and glass of water will calm your nerves enough to send you to sleep, but then you see it… One of the few things you hadn’t unpacked, a box with some special things inside.
You weigh your options in your head, tilting it as you think about your options. You could just rummage through the box, pick out one of your self-gratifying devices, and go to town long enough to wear yourself out, but there was the plausibility of having your new ghost roomie see all your goods on display while you pleasured yourself. Technically, Midoriya has very well had the plausibility of seeing such your naked body a few times today, but he didn’t necessarily seem like the type to peak, so you’ve assumed, but there was also the slim chance that he could very well be a peeping tom and has just been really cool about it.
After the initial kiss between the two of you, he seemed to calm down… Okay, maybe not immediately after, since he was very frazzled once the debacle was over. If someone could die twice, he definitely would’ve been deader.
Once the shock and flustered rambling brushed over, he was more open to speak with you and properly introduce himself. His cheeks had still held a red tint to them, but now they weren’t completely covering the honeydew in his cheeks or the small confidence beyond his jade eyes. His face was sun-kissed and covered in varying freckles, but you had been unable to tell how far down they’d go. You found him relatively cute for a dead guy, and he was gentlemanly enough to float from your room after you’d walked in when your shower was over wearing nothing but a towel for decency.
Even if Midoriya did happen to see, you were in the privacy of your own room and you doubted he’d be brave enough to actually help you let alone make his presence known. With that final bit of self-reassurance, you pulled out a toy, like countless other lonely nights.
You lay back and get comfortable, closing your eyes as your handles fondle at your own breasts. You sigh through your nose, giving them an encouraging squeeze before lifting your thumbs to flick your nipples. They erect with time, giving your fingers something else to focus your attention on.
The touching alone isn’t enough. Your eyebrows scrunch as you try to focus on something, the incident from earlier being the first thing to come to mind.
You allow it to play out as it originally had, the image of the innocent kiss seemingly staring back at you in your brain. This kiss, however, is less awkward and holds more to it. Midoriya’s scared hands find their places against you, one cupping your cheek and pulling you forward to deepen the kiss while the other finds its way to your waist. He presses your body flush against his, the kiss growing a little wetter and a little sloppier.
Your hand eases down to rub at your clit, the area starting to dampen. It’s not enough. You let your boob go, reaching into your sex box and rummaging around it for whatever shape interests you. Just as you grab hold of the toy, a familiar cool sensation comes over the room.
“(L/n)?,” You quickly sit up, covering yourself with the blanket, and find Midoriya floating in your doorway. There’s a concerned look on his face as he drifts in more, his head tilted by the time he stands beside your bed, “Why are you still awake? It’s getting pretty late, isn’t it?”
Your grip on your blanket tightens, your eyes trailing to glance at your window as you think about how to explain yourself. Technically, you were just suffering from some small insomnia, but you were just about to exhaust yourself by masturbating. The worst case scenario seemed like it was playing out before you and you were starting to really regret your decision.
Midoriya takes note of your silence, only growing more confused when a flushed hue comes to your face as the silence thickens between the two of you. He looks you over, taking notice of how the straps of your tank top were hanging loosely off of your shoulders. Your appearance made it obvious you had been tossing and turning, your (e/c) eyes holding both an exhausted look while being wide awake. He nods to himself, touching your shoulder to regain your attention as he speaks, “Are you having trouble sleeping?”
“Y-Yeah…!” His cold hand makes you straighten, cooling your warmth skin and seemingly drawing you in. You stop yourself from pressing into his touch, growing even more embarrassed, “I-I was just going to… tire myself out a little…”
Your phrasing leaves Midoriya a little confused. He thinks over what you mean very hard, his facial expressions only making you want to bury yourself, until his eyes widen in realization for a moment. The realization turns into a look of dumbfoundedness, then followed by a bright blush filling the color of his face. Had he still been alive, you’re positive his hand on your shoulder would have burned instead of being as chilling as it was now.
“I’m so sorry!,” He falls to his knees beside you, bowing over and over as he continues to profusely apologize, “I didn’t realize you were- I-I just wanted to check and make sure you were okay! I swear I didn’t see anything and I just wanted to see if you needed anything, I promise-”
His rambling would be an adorably funny mess had this been any other situation, but it’s only making you feel a little bad for admitting he was kind of interrupting your personal time. You take in a deep breath, calming a bit of your earlier mortification. Your hand releases your blanket as you turn to face him better, resting a hand on his shoulder and running another through his curls to ease him back down. His emerald orbs meet your (e/c) ones, his face now a flushed red as his murmurings die down, “It’s alright, Midoriya. You had no idea what was going on. I’m not mad…”
“Ah-,”
“Just a little embarrassed,” You admit with a small smile, pulling away from him and leaning your side against your headboard.
You contemplate another solution to plausibly tiring yourself out, thinking back to your original plan of maybe walking down to the kitchen and making yourself a glass of water or something. The trip could help you calm your mind a little…
“I… Um… I could help tire you out…,” Midoriya speaks up, a little quiet but loud enough for the words to linger in the air. He freezes up when he has your full attention again, fearing that his eyes will linger down to the dip in your shirt and give him a full eye of cleavage once more. He decides to avert his eyes as he explains, growing hot under the attentiveness he was receiving, “I-I mean, I did say I would t-take care of you e-earlier a-and it is my fault you didn’t get to finish… It’s only fair I make it up to you, right? And take responsibility.”
His voice grows confident the more he speaks, determined and shameless by the end of it. He’s soon standing over you, a look in his eyes you're unfamiliar with from him. It makes you shiver, especially when his eyes look you over and undress you. They begin to glow a little, shining even brighter in the darkness, and you feel a little more self-conscious.
“R-Responsibility?” Your voice cracks a little when you finally manage to say anything, which he finds amusing. He nods, but he doesn’t make a move forward, very much waiting for your consent to anything before he does anything.
You did find him attractive, in a ghost roommate you just met kind of way, so you weren’t exactly opposed. You were also still slicked up, even after he had just walked in on you trying to touch yourself.
“T-Then, it is only fair, right?” He presses his lips against yours again, leading you to lay back against your bed. One of his hands lifts your thigh as he gets between them, caressing the skin with light touches. His other hand immediately moves to fondle your breast, giving the flesh a soft squeeze as he pulls away from the kiss.
He takes a moment to really take your appearance in, noting the way your breath becomes uneven and your skin flushes under his caresses, knowing that there’s no guarantee he’ll see this sight at his own hands again. Your nipples proudly strain against your top and he can feel the warmth radiating from your pussylips through your panties.
He phases his hand through your tank top, giving your tit another, testing squeeze. He enjoys the way it makes you shiver, lightly tugging on the mound a few times to draw more heavy breaths from you. He lets it go, not missing the disappointed look that flashes through your eyes when he does, before thumbing and circling at your erect nipples. His naturally cold fingers enhance the feeling, making your already sensitive body feel him playing with you more. He flicks and nudges, observing the small twitches and changes in your face.
His knee nudges against your clothes lower lips, grinding into the mound as he continues to tease at your nipple. You close your eyes, softly mewling from his ministrations, only to open them when his lips wrap around your other nipple. His tongue darts at the bud a few times, rolling it around before he lightly tugs it between his teeth. At the same time, his index finger and thumb have started tugging at the other one, neither being tugged and prodded at the same time.
“M-Midoriya,” You softly call, your hips pressing down against his leg and meeting the grinding he’s giving. It’s not enough to satiate the need, but it’s better than nothing at all. Your fingers reach up to run through his green curls again, raking and lightly tugging with each tug he makes to your nipples.
He smiles against the bud as you start to make more little moans, pulling away at the sound of his name. When you stare up at him, there’s a slight daze to them as they plead for him to do more. He moves his knee, his free hand moving to rub your folds through your panties. He makes an amused sound as he feels you drip past the fabric. He leans forward again, pressing stray, cold kisses along the warm skin of your neck.
“Call me Izuku, (Y/n),” He mumbles once he reaches your ear, the cold air making you shiver more. The sudden shift from earlier is almost unfair to you, but you're unable to complain when he’s already making you feel good. His fingers ghost over your clit a few times, “Come on, just try it, please?”
“Izuku…,” His first name rolls off of your tongue in a small whine. His hand moves away from your breast, lifting your other thigh and caging his body between them. His other hand phases through your panties, his cool fingers pressing directly against your clit before gathering your arousal and rubbing it against your slit, “Ah, Izuku!~”
The noise you make startles you, but you’re unable to dwell on it as he continues to rub your arousal against your swollen clit, starting out rather slow before slowly speeding his finger up over time. His eyes keep note of your face, keeping eye contact with you as he edges you closer and closer to the edge. Each soft inhale or noise guides his fingers and their movement, ensuring to run them along the small slit of your clit to hear your voice raise in height. His hand does ease back to your nipple, fingers teasing at the bud and drawing more cries from you.
“You’re close, right?” He mumbles once you begin approaching your high, prompting you to only nod in fear you wouldn’t be able to voice your response. A small smile graces his features at the confirmation, his head leaning down to press a reassuring peck to your lips before burying his face in your neck. Your breath hitches as you feel the high begin to rush over you, your back arching and your lower body presses and grinds more into his hand in an attempt to reach it faster. You hold your breath, the coils coming undone when his low words make their way to your ears, “Cum, then.”
As you come down from your high, he grabs your thighs as he eases between your legs, emerald eyes honed in and focused on the area. You feel your cheeks warm from the attention once you realize and you fight the urge to close your legs. You avert your eyes as another gush of arousal fills your lower abdomen from the contrasting temperature of his cold hands grasping your warm skin. You feel your arousal pool and drip past your panties, all of it on display for Izuku.
A firm squeeze brings your attention back to in front of you, determined eyes staring back at you. He presses your legs to lay against your body, keeping eye contact as he eases lower down. He presses a small kiss to your thigh, leaning forward and darting his tongue out to lick against your clothed lower lips. The feeling is foreign, but not unwelcomed as your hips buck into his touch from the sensitivity of having already orgasmed. His tongue runs over your clothed lower lips again and again, urging embarrassed whines from your lips as he spreads and smears your arousal against your twitching pussylips. You give a small cry of his name once he starts prodding at your clit.
When he pulls away, his chin is glowing brightly and dripping from the arousal and his saliva. His eyes begin to glow like earlier, emerald eyes glazed over as he looks your folds over. Your panties stick and trace your lower lips, showing him each twitch and pulse they make. His eyes slowly trace over your body before he meets your (e/c) eyes again, his hands giving your thighs another squeeze to ground you back down. He quietly states, “I won’t be able to restrain myself from fucking you if you don’t stop me now…”
He sits up, a noticeable bulge pressing against your folds. When you glance down, in all of its ghostly glory, his cock is laying over your lips, perfectly sandwiched between them. It glistens, already covered in precum, and glows a light green that contrasts with the tufts of curly pubic hair. A few, faint freckles are highlighted by the glow of, what you assume to be, ectoplasm and it curves upwards. His hips press him against you, each slight movement moving the base of his cock against your clit and stimulating you enough to tease.
“Fuck me…,” You manage out, making eye contact as your throat goes dry. You wet your lips with your tongue before speaking up again, attempting to sound a little more determined as you press your lower body more against his, “Please, fuck me, Izuku.”
He doesn’t need to hear it again, spreading your thighs as he pulls his hips back, thrusting them over your pulsing pussylips a few times to gather your wetness along his base. When he deems it enough, he aligns the tip with your entrance, pressing the head inside in a testing thrust before pulling out again. You whine at the small stretch, wanting more of him inside.
He slowly presses back in, pushing in halfway before inching to ease back out, but your leg wraps around his waist before he can leave you empty again. Your lips quirk into a pout as you tug him closer with your leg, managing to get a little bit of him back inside. He gasps at the bold move, getting the message and pressing the rest of his cock inside of him. He naturally hits deep from his size alone, prompting a moan from you, louder than your previous mewls. He groans from the tight squeeze of your velvety walls, the tightness making it hard for him to pull his hips back.
Izuku places a hand over your head as he begins getting into a rhythm, starting out a little slow and sloppy as he tries to set a pace. He picks up the pace after a while, each thrust causing his abdomen to rub against your clit and stimulate the spot. Each drag of his hips ends with the tip of his cock pressing deep inside of you, grazing your g-spot and pulling moans from you that even some of your higher quality dildos couldn’t get from you.
He’s not shy in pressing kisses to different parts of your skin, caressing here and there as he continues to take note of your reactions. The squeeze of your walls make it hard for him to focus, the slick of your arousal mixed with his spit and precum making loud squelching noises each time his cock sinks inside of you. He ensures he’s deep with each thrust, making sure to go deeper and deeper with each request you call out.
Your fingers grip your sheets under you as you try to ground yourself, the pleasure teetering you in and out of consciousness as Izuku’s hips continue to rock deeper and deeper inside of you, each of you becoming more and more engrossed with each other. All you can really see is Izuku, eyes opened or closed, green eyes staring down at you in deep concentration as a green light encases the both of you. He has high stamina for a ghost, managing to draw numerous orgasms from you before finally starting to reach his own high. You can’t tell if the stamina is from already being dead or if it’s an attribute that carried over from his living days. You’re too fucked out to care.
As his thrusts begin to grow more erratic and heavy, you’re unable to stop yourself from wrapping your arms around his neck and tugging him deeper inside with your other leg, latching on to him as you trap his hips against yours. He gets less and less of his cock out, his hand messily moving between you both and rubbing at your clit to speed up your release. He tries holding back, not wanting to cum before he can finish you off again, but you keep sucking him back in deeper and deeper in just the right way.
Your lips connect as he nestles his hips deep inside of you and cums, his release heavy and filling you enough to overflow and drip onto your bed. He swallows your moans as his release prompts another from your, coating his thumb as he continues to thumb at your clit. He ensures to ride your releases, keeping his dick buried inside of you even when he pulls away from your lips.
Your chest heaves as you regain your breath, Izuku sitting still inside of you while he looks your body over. He presses his cool hands against your skin, this time trying to cool you down rather than warm you up. He’s careful once he does pull out, softly caressing your skin and mumbling small little nothings as you begin to doze off in his hold.
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The sun’s rays pour into your room the next morning, tugging you awake. You groan as you sit up and yawn, a soreness between your thighs reminding you of the prior night’s experience.
You first notice the sheets on your bed, which are now a very different set than the ones you’d put on yesterday. Another difference is the robe adorning your body, which is very much not yours. It’s plush, but not obnoxiously so, and it’s a dark green color with black accents.
The next thing to catch your attention was a sweet aroma coming from downstairs. Out of curiosity, you make your way to the kitchen to find a certain specter floating about.
“Izuku?,” His movements cease, a plate resting in his hands with a few soufflé pancakes and rolled omelets on the side.
“Good morning, (Y/n),” He turns around, a small smile on his face as he sets the plate down on the table as he passes it to get to you, “Did you sleep okay?”
“Y-Yeah,” Your face warms as he leads you to the table, helping you get seated. You take a bite, your face lighting up at the taste, “These taste great!”
The two of you continue peacefully conversing like that, joking around and letting the time pass. For the first time in a while, you’re not worried and you even feel a calmness wash over you.
Yeah, you’re sure this arrangement is going to be just fine…
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Obsessed with all your Kurt fics! Was wondering if maybe you could do something along the lines of watching a scary movie with him and rubbing against him accidentally in fear. Then it slowly turns into sex as he just moans and grinds against you? I hope that makes sense 😅 I see Kurt as a bottom but I think he could totally be a top rarely. Can this time be one of them?
Tysm cherub! I’m rly glad you like them haha!
Watching the horror film was already turning Kurt on a little. Not that he’d ever admit that to you. But you two lying on the couch like this to watch movies, with Kurt spooning you from behind as you both lay in the dark room, his arms around your body, and his crotch pressed up against your ass? Well this position usually caused a rise in Kurt down there. You, in general, always did.
You both usually enjoyed your horror film nights. But this movie you’d picked, was based around something you’d told Kurt you’d always been scared of. He thought you were so cool, for picking that one on purpose then. Kurt always thought you were cool.
Although it did give him an extra, unexpected, advantage. While Kurt sometimes would test rubbing himself against you in this position, this time, he didnt have to move first. Apparently you were finding this film that played on your personal fears scary, because every time you jumped, you launched yourself back straight into Kurt. And with no space at the back of the couch for him to go, you were bouncing against his already stiffening cock each and every time.
And then there were the moments you were waiting in anticipation for a jumpscare. Oh boy. Kurt felt you wriggling, writhing back into him, trying to push and squeeze and mould yourself as best you could into Kurt’s body, especially at this arched angle. Which meant the minute of you wriggling into him, preceded almost every thrust against his cock.
Not only was this immensely turning Kurt on. But it also made him feel protective of you, in a way. Or more so, like he should be your protector. It was really speaking to his dominant side.
“Baby, are you too scared?” Kurt asked in the quiet of the room, stroking your hair behind your head as he questioned you. Comforting you with his tucks, as he got to play with your hair, and see how scared you were in his arms right now. Just how much you needed him.
You thought his voice sounded flatter because he was tired, or unsure why you were scared, he could sometimes get like that when others were emotional in scenarios, he would seemingly be able to shove any emotions deep down for. Not that Kurt couldn’t get emotional in other ways. You didn’t quite catch the sultry hint in his voice, with the screaming in the forefront of your earshot. His touch did feel good though. You leant into Kurt more. “No. I’m enjoying it. Just hold me more Kurt please? I like that.” You rubbed your head into his hand, a bit like a cat, and you could feel his laughter bursting through his nose, as he rubbed your head. Seemingly finding it cute.
“Okay. I’m here. I’ll look after you.” Kurt responded, like something was funny. Still rubbing and petting your head. Giving you a kiss there though, humming against a vein in your skull, which was making your brain feel a bit weird, but you weren’t going to say anything in the hush.
That was until, you felt Kurt slamming his hips into you. His arms wrapped smoothly around your waist the second his hips dug in. No subtlety, and no grace or decorum. Just pounding his crotch straight into your flesh, looking down at it carnally.
“Kurt what’re you doing?!” You shriek a little, only because you’re caught off guard, you hardly notice your hand moving atop his, keeping his arm caged in around you.
You don’t realise how much your shriek helps your lover, especially with the bloody yelling from the tv screen. Kurt huffs against the back of your head, pushing you down a little as he focuses on his angle. Pressing your body into the sofa to rub himself extra hard against you, in just the right places. “You said you wanted me to look after you.” He replied simply, before flipping you over so you’re fully on your back.
And this time you can see his smirk, in between the way he licks at his lips, from your yelp at the sudden move. His hands managing to turn you over so easily. To move you about recklessly, at his will. And his eyes so amused, so hungry, at your surprised expression.
That greed soon took over his eyes though, and it was if as the tv screen flickered to a brighter colour in the room, you could tell Kurt’s eyes had somehow gotten darker.
Kurt’s hand lurched out to your clothed core. Cupping his palm around your heat and pressing there, as if to not let you go. You couldn’t help but buck up into his hand. Straight into the warmth of his palm, a small high pitched moan escaping you at the sudden touch.
“I can feel how needy you are for me here.” Kurt purred, rubbing over your cunt not like he does when he wants to serve and please you, but like he’s lewdly groping the piece of you he wants so bad. His whole aura was overpowering. And you couldn’t help but quieten down as Kurt glared above you. Your lips puckered ready for a kiss, even as your throat stopped with no words even wanting to come out. They weren’t necessary. Kurt’s dominant look persevered. “I said I was going to look after you.”
He spoke clearly, confidently, domineering. Kurt wasn’t saying this as a promise to you like one you’d asked him to keep. Kurt was saying it as a rule he had created, and would kill before letting anyone alter it, or stop him from following. Kurt would not be misunderstood, or made out to be any less powerful. This Kurt would not be called bossy, and stop tantrumming for what he wants by getting a hint of attention. You knew your Kurt. This was his time to shine, and really show off his dominant side in front of you.
Kurt shoved his hands behind your head. Accidentally getting his long digits tangled in your hair, but he moved them around until they were set locking you in from behind. He threw his leg over your body and you gasped as his weight came down, a sudden move that left you caught weak, and slightly stunned. That’s when Kurt started grinding into you. Dry humping you, even with both your clothes on, but being so close, so insanely covetous. And he was really pressing into you.
You were moaning quickly, body moving under him with each powerful thrust, as he pushed his clothed member into your mount. You could feel how rock hard Kurt was, even with all the layers. And he was resolute to shove that inside you. Masterfully unflinching. When he was like this, you always thought he’d be able to fuck you even with your clothes on. Rip a hole through both your goddamn pants with how hard he thrusts into you. Piercing the clothes from friction and stubbornness and his determination to fuck you so bad. Of course you knew it was impossible. But when he was in charge like this, you just knew to stay under him, let him work you both through it, and you simply moaned with the possibilities, of him being so good in control.
“Look at you. You’re getting all needy.” Kurt pants above you. And you know he’s talking about the fact you’re still fully dressed, but you’re digging your hands into his arms to even attempt at quietening down your whines. The fact he can probably feel how wet you are, even through those layers. Kurt was usually needy, but Kurt loved when you got needy back.
A scream filled the room, that wasn’t yours. And for just two seconds, escaping Kurt’s glowering gaze, you turned your head to the side, to see the tv. The rest of the room black, except for the glow illuminating you two in this salacious position, on the goddamn couch. Your eyes on the screen as a girl screamed at her killer.
“Don’t look at that.” Kurt snapped your attention back, hand going to your cheek after he spoke, just locking it there to cage you in even more. “Just look at me.”
You nodded, Kurt starting to move against you more again, quicker now. His hair bouncing over you as his head tilted back. A small “Fuck” leaving his lips breathlessly.
“Mmhm. Promise. I’ll look at you Kurt.” You said quietly, getting him to look back at you with a satisfied gaze in his eyes.
As Kurt’s head shot forward, you thought he was going to kiss you. But instead, he pressed his forehead against yours. Still sweet, in a way, even as you two were bouncing, and he was panting still, against your face. Kurt hummed, and you could feel his hips slowing down, thinking he was about ready to cum. But instead, Kurt pressed onto you one tiny kiss, poorly aimed to the side of your nose, before he dragged your thighs down, and started pulling your pants off you. You should’ve known Kurt in this mindset wouldn’t be done so quickly.
You helped him out, taking off your own shirt, while Kurt did his, although Kurt’s hands slapped onto your chest before you could remove your bra. You winced a little, he’d clearly been eager, but Kurt hummed as he rubbed over your breasts. Rolling them in his hands, as he kept rutting at you, this time into the back of your thigh, where he could more easily reach, instead of your cunt. Although he didn’t seem to mind either way.
Then Kurt’s mouth darted forward, and it was on your chest in an instant. He mouthed over your breasts noisily, humming in either content, or an earthly thirst for more. Kissing over them in wide open kisses, sucking the top of them into his mouth, scraping his teeth over them, biting them, flatly jamming his tongue against them. Whatever he could do, before he was ripping your bra off you.
Before you could complain with an actual shout, Kurt cut you off hastily by promising “I’ll buy you it again.” In fact, as his mouth moved down to sloppily kissing, and scraping his teeth over your bellybutton, in a feasting way simply hungry for more of your flesh, he promised to buy you five more.
Kurt managed to relieve your nipple of his mouth quickly enough, his hands aiming for his pants, and the zipper sound made a spark soar even greater between your legs. When your hands reached over to help him out his confines, he pushed them away however. Freeing himself, before moving back to press your hands together, into your chest. Kurt looked you up and down for a few seconds. Considering you, almost, as you gazed at him too. Until he finally spoke up, with a sharp “Mine.”
“Mmhm. All yours Kurt.” You promised him.
That seemed to slow down his movements a little. Soften him. And as you raised a hand to cup his cheek, you watched as his eyes shut closed, and he leaned into your touch. God he was so warm. But you didn’t get long to think, because his eyes were open again and, while slightly less steely, still very much in charge.
You watched his hand reach downwards, and you knew what he was doing. Relaxing into the couch, while Kurt started pushing himself inside you.
You could tell he was being still gentler as he did this. His hand went to your arm, supporting you, as he grazed just the tip inside. You extended your neck, tilting your chin upwards, hoping Kurt would get the message. And oh was he such a good boyfriend. He knew what you liked. Kurt immediately went in on your neck. Pressing kisses to your favourite spot of all time. Covering your neck and jaw in sloppy, nipping, deep bruising kisses. Nuzzling his mouth back and forth wildly into the crook of your neck, that made you whine right into his ear, as he pushed himself inside you. Enough so he could start fucking you, only pulling back from your neck when the wet slapping sounds of him fucking your hole began to become audible.
Kurt pressed down his bare chest on top of you, and you could feel how even, and how rugged, his breaths were, as his eyes focused in on you, fucking you like his life depended on it, on this couch. He only seemed to get this controlled when he’s dominant, and it was doing a lot for you. Raising your hand up to cup his cheek, while he just stares down at you, you feel him rocking hard against your walls, almost filling you to the point he can fuck that sensitive part deep inside, already. Kurt bites at your palm, and you only moan in response. Something that gets you bitten everywhere else.
He presses not just his chest, but his whole body weight on top of you. With you unable to tell if his eyes are lighting up or darkening, at the way your hands scratch marks into his back whenever he does so. Locking you in place with his thighs, hands creating shaped bruises into your flesh that are from passion alone. And you’re sure he’s going to be excitedly kissing all over later.
His cheek presses to the side of your head at one point. And maybe it’s just so you can feel his drool from his lips, and hear his rough breath in your ears, and stick to his sweat, all while he can so dirtily inhale at your neck, and make you feel like a piece of meat. Only increasing that feeling as his thumb presses jabs into your clit. Forceful, but not in an awkward painful way. Soon Kurt’s abusing your poor, swollen button. Swearing you off from cumming until he’s finshed fucking you. Until he says he’s filled you full with his cum, until he’s bred you properly. Stuffed so full it’ll be leaking out of you, and he won’t let anyone else touch you, since they’ll see how full of his cum you are. Kurt’s breeding kink always seemed to come more head on, when he was feeling dominant with you.
And as a woman screams, and red light fills the room from the blood splatter on screen, Kurt can feel himself unravelling as your moans turn into your own screams in unison. Your nails dig into his back as you start groaning into his shoulder, while you finally cum, with his grunted permission of “Go ahead. Fucking cum for me.”
Kurt smashes his lips into yours, and finally feels that release. Cumming so deep inside you, while he keeps thrusting his hips. Needing it all. Needing to feel your walls clench around him and keep him in tight, while you scream his name, and he gets to make you his even more by shooting his load inside you. His own pleased moans being swallowed by your lips, as he ravages yours back. Being able to fuck you through your orgasm as he keeps cumming deep inside your pussy, finally shaking on his arms a little, as he holds you, still. Finally feeling all of himself draining, and wanting nothing more than to just collapse on top of you, still inside, and finish the movie. Kurt can’t help but kiss you when he cums, even when he’s very dominant, a lot of the time. It’s just in Kurt’s nature now. Something his brain, and his heart, are just created to do.
But don’t worry. Kurt always gives such good aftercare to his baby. Once they’ve been shown how dominant he can be. He’ll make sure you know you’re his, you’re with him, for good reason! And he wants to make sure you’re feeling just as loved, actually more, than when you began. Anything you need, is yours, okay? Are you okay? He’s still so thankful for having you in his life, and so happy, in this instance, that he got to fuck you so good you nearly cried as a horror film played the score for your grand love scene :)
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I’m not sure how to word this, but my new hc is that the reason why Vulcans seem to be so upset at Humans specifically being emotional is that because we look so similar to them it affects them when we show emotion
Like, other aliens crying or physically showing distress? Vulcans can block it out, doesn’t phase them
But Humans crying and/or physically showing distress? Invokes emotions in Vulcans which they find awful so the Humans need to follow their steps and take up the path of logic™️
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raekensarcher · 1 year
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i’m 2.8k words deep in the thiam 5+1 zoo fic i started and i actually have zero clue how i’m doing any of this i’m only just now starting on third time theo has to knock Liam out and i’m running out of ideas.
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thesnakethatmarches · 2 years
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TAZ: Ethersea PC Headcanons go!!
Amber Gris
—> she’s a butch lesbian there’s no way around it
—> world’s biggest himbo, v street smart but man is she dumb of ass sometimes
—> everytime she says ‘I know a guy’ it’s literally one of her exes
—> reluctant mom friend of the crew, but sometimes she just straight up cannot deal w/them. She values her alone time.
—> Stubborn queen <33, she’s v protective of those she considers family (like Ol Joshy lol)
—> She/her, she and Devo were the ones to teach Zoox about pronouns
—> takes no shit from anyone but willing to let things pass to stay under the radar
Zoox Anthellae
—>during downtime between missions, Zoox tries to learn about things other than animals (he also learns about animals but to a lesser extent)
—> curious bitch, he wants to learn about the world and he’s willing to do that in anyway possible
—> he’s also v impulsive w/his decisions. Will literally drop what he was doing in an instant if something else catches his fancy.
—> he likes to share any and all facts he thinks are interesting with whoever is near by (usually Amber and Devo). When the clam incident happened he spent a lot of time learning about clams and stuff
—> ok so gender for Brinnar is v complicated. Some Brinnar use multiple pronouns, some use gender neutral or neoprouns and some don’t use any at all. But they do all have a basic concept of gender/pronouns.
—> Zoox is different bcuz he doesn’t have those kind of memories. He has no memories and didn’t even know what gender was before he met up with Amber and Devo.
—> not v particular in how people refer to him, after Amber and Devo explained what pronouns are and how they work and gave him a few examples, he decided on he/it but really doesn’t care, whatever people perceive him as is fine
Devo la Main
—> Devo also likes to learn about the outside world, he and Zoox sometimes tell each other the things they learned that they find exciting
—> sometimes on bad days that curiosity festers into guilt, and Devo cuts himself off and goes to the stand by the pilot’s area in silence for the rest of the day. —> tries masking his feelings so that he doesn’t worry Amber and Zoox, he also hates being vulnerable in front of others so anytime it happens he over exaggerates how okay he is afterwards.
—>really bad at emotions, both distinguishing them and expressing them. He’s worried about the anger that festers in his soul and what it will mean in regards to who he is as a person
—> he wants to do right by others, especially those in disadvantaged situations. Wishes to help others like he wished he had been helped as a kid
—> uses some kind of nightlight even now on the Coriolis (probably uses Light on an item)
—> He/him, transmasc. Guidance/the parish halfheartedly try to use his pronouns/name and when corrected somehow turn it around to make them the victims.
—> Devo goes looking for the praise he didn’t get as child literally anywhere, leads him into trouble a lot bcuz he’s also not too good w/social interactions so he usually ends up making people mad at him
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Posted for the first time on ao3!!
It an original coz I’m still to nervous to post any fics so yeah. ‼️Heavy trigger warning as well‼️ read the tags!!!
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biocrafthero · 6 months
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Okay guys I’m gonna have to be honest with y’all. I haven’t watched SAW and I have zero interest in doing so
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weird-gay-fan-frog · 1 year
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Kanade’s soul is hard and cold but titty soft and warm~
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swanofcoruscant · 9 months
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The way I’m still thinking about Rose with this face and how it’s lowkey cunty, but at the same time I also love her classic soft looking face too
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Like both are cunt as hell FUCK
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doodamancy · 2 years
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Note: Many thanks to everyone who has enjoyed this little series of drabbles so far! It’s time for some more pining wizards B)
No major warnings this time, though some serious questions of self-worth and self-doubt come up. Final thoughts & credits in the tags.
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The following morning, after Caleb had finished copying down the surprisingly intricate web of magical runes for the spell Sending, the copper-haired human laid still in his bed, light filtering through his closed curtains and into the room to spill over his sheets. His bedroom was small, but comfortable—it had just enough space to fit his bed, a small desk, and a small bookshelf comfortably, leaving enough space to move freely without feeling too crowded or cluttered. Overtime, this may change—already, Caleb’s desk was starting to collect piles of scrolls, paper, books and other miscellaneous things—but, at least for now, it was organized. As he lay there, he idly pondered some guestimations for how long this may last—another week? Two? At the rate he had been working, well…
He let out a small laugh and slowly pushed himself into a sitting position, mind then wandering to the previous night as his eyes fell onto the desk and the scroll he had copied carefully into his book. “Hm. I think, first order of business, Sending to Essek, yes?” he murmured to himself. He had been tempted to last night, but it was late and he did not wish to risk disturbing the other wizard from his Trance. No, much better to wait till it was a more reasonable time. Stretching a hand out as he turned to reach under his pillow, Caleb slid his spellbook toward himself from its night time resting place beneath his head. This, of course, was a habit borne from both a sense of paranoia and from being on the road for as long as he was. He could no longer sleep unless he felt the tome resting beneath his head and he didn’t have any strong desire to put his anxiety to rest on that particular matter. (He didn’t think he could, if he was honest with himself—not even he wanted to.)
Flipping open the book, he began to go through his usual morning ritual of preparing his spells for the day. He stood carefully and began to slowly pace along the pathway between the closet and his bedroom door as he did this, thumbing through the pages and lingering on the runes of each particular spell. Committing them to his near-perfect memory. He could probably recite the contents of his spellbook from end to end from heart, but that wasn’t necessary. This practice was less a matter of refreshing his mind and more an act of committing to a decision, and… well, maintaining a ritual, a habit. There was comfort in that routine.
Once he was done, Caleb closed his spellbook and set it on his desk, moving to his closet to prepare himself for the rest of the day. As he did, he pondered just what he wanted to say in his Sending to Essek. Only twenty five words was a restriction he had to abide by, but there was much he wanted to say to the drow. Perhaps… I should simply ask if he is available to meet sometime soon? Then I could Teleport him here, offer him something as an anchor. But what? he thought.
After slipping on clean pants and an undershirt, Caleb grabbed his book holsters and shrugged them on, eyes wandering about as he considered. Once the holsters were on, he picked up his spellbook and strapped it under his arm, all while racking his brain for something to give to Essek. It could be pretty much anything as long as the object had been taken from here, from amongst his possessions, but he also… It was Essek, and Caleb had a desire to find something special for him.
As Caleb mentally fumbled through various objects he had in his possession, he felt a familiar ping in the back of his mind as the wards set at his gate went off, alerting him to an approaching guest and cutting off his thoughts. Brows rising in surprise, he quickly turned his head in the direction of his door. “I wonder who…” he muttered absently, moving toward his bedroom door to make for the entryway to his home. As the wizard quietly padded through his hallway, a small streak of orange and white ran past his bare feet, meowing as it went. “Yes, yes—you’ll get your breakfast soon, little one,” he said, looking back to see his latest addition to the home, a young orange and white tabby he had found huddled under his porch the other day. She was probably barely a year old at the oldest and, at the time of being discovered, her long coat was matted and covered in burs from the nearby bushes and tall grasses. She looked considerably better now, after Caleb carefully cleaned and brushed her. She was surprisingly friendly, leading him to believe she had at one time lived with someone, though who would have left such a kitten outside to fend for itself in the bitter cold winter of Rexxentrum, Caleb had no idea.
She was warm and happy now, however. And also very vocal around feeding time. Bending to give her some scritches behind her ears, the red-haired human smiled.
“I must tend to some unexpected company first, though, alright?” Allowing her a moment to rub her furry cheeks into his palm and bunt into him, he sighed softly before rising back upright and making his way through the rest of the hallway into the living room where the front door awaited him. With nearly perfect timing, Caleb was less than ten feet from the door when he heard a familiar knock—five knocks in a particular cadence he had quickly become to associate with none other than his friend Beauregard. Apprehension he didn’t realize he held melted from him and he took in a deep breath before temporarily releasing the wards on his entrance with a flick of his wrist and opening the door, a slow smile curling his lips upward.
“Beauregard,” he said as a way of greeting. “Should have known it was you.”
Returning his smile with a crooked grin, the monk raised a hand in a casual wave. “Sup Caleb. I got some news you’ll wanna hear,” she said. Then, taking in his disheveled hair, quirked a brow. “You just getting up? It’s like, almost 11, dude.”
Chuckling, he offered a sheepish shrug and stepped aside to allow her entry. “I stayed up a little later than I usually do last night copying a new spell. Also, it’s not that late. It’s 9:47,” he said, giving Beau pause, her face contorted in a mix of surprise and disbelief.
“What, really? Holy shit.”
“Yes, really. But please, come inside before the cat gets out,” he said, amused.
“Oh. Yeah, of course.” At that, she quickly shuffled inside and Caleb shut the door with a furtive glance behind him, making certain the cat in question was still safely indoors. As he did, he caught a glimpse of an expectant yellow-eyed gaze boring holes into him from the archway leading into his kitchen and his smile widened fondly at the sight. For Beau’s credit, she did not waste any time quietly approaching the creature, crouching as she came into arm’s length and extending a hand. “Hey, you—you look so much better now than when I saw you a couple days ago,” she cooed in a soft tone Caleb, when he had first met her, would never have imagined her capable of.
The ginger and white tabby flicked her tail, meowed, and scurried away to march into the kitchen where the food dish sat. “Wow, fuck you, too.” The surly pout in her voice and the immediate slump of her shoulders pulled a warm laugh from Caleb, earning him a glare from his dear friend. “Aw, fuck off, man.” When he simply grinned at her, Beauregard’s expression softened into a smirk and she pushed herself back up into a standing position.
“So, what brings you here again? You mentioned news, ja?” Caleb asked, grin subsiding into a more serious expression—one of genuine curiosity, though he tried not to seem too concerned or apprehensive as his mind wandered over the most likely topic of concern here. Trent Ikithon.
“Uh, yeah. Like I said, I thought you’d wanna hear this. But maybe we should sit down first?” The way her smirk faded from her expression and her tone shifted into something more careful and articulated spiked Caleb’s anxiety a little. Blue eyes darting about his living room, he lifted his hands to nervously wring at his wrists, resisting the sudden urge to scratch at the scars beneath his sleeves.
“Ah, yes… um. Let me just… feed the cat and put on some tea, I think,” he said, forcing his mind to focus on the two tasks he set before him. Quickly, he moved toward Beau to slip past her into the kitchen and breathed in deep through his nose.
“Yeah, of course, man. Let me help,” she said, following after him.
Caleb, for his part, did not argue, though there was some hesitance in his nod of acceptance. Beau was his guest and having her help with tea felt wrong, but he also didn’t feel in a position to insist on such pleasantries. Instead, he focused his attention on preparing some food for his insistent furry friend. As he focused on this task, she weaved through his legs, rubbing up against him meowing and chattering excitedly. It was more than enough to distract him from Beau’s own prepping of the kettle and rummaging through his cupboards for his stash of tea leaves.
As he knelt to set a small clean platter of food for the cat, he heard the monk behind him ask, “So, have you thought of a name for her yet?”
The platter barely clinked against the floor tiles before the cat was practically on top of it, stuffing her face between contented meows. Smiling at this, Caleb shook his head. “I haven’t settled on one just yet, no,” he said before turning around to look at the other. “I have some I’m considering, though.”
“Yeah, like what?”
Caleb slowly moved for the table at the other end of his kitchen, pulling out a chair to sit and look up at Beau. “Hm, Gerbera is one. Marigold or Marmalade also. I don’t know. What do you think?”
With a laugh, Beau pulled out a chair next to him and flopped down. “What do I think? Well, shit.” She looked over at the cat as she continued eating her breakfast, a hand rising to clutch her chin in thought. “Copernicus. Or, Mrs. Nezbit. That one’s good.” Her eyes narrowed slightly, considering. “Charles Wallace? Mabel? What about Sausage? Or, ooh, Bacon! Remember, I helped lure her out from under the porch with my pocket bacon—”
 As Beau continued, Caleb’s expression shifted from one of consideration to confusion to exasperation, a hand rising to pinch at the bridge of his nose. “Ah, yes, thank you, Beauregard, for your—” He cut himself off, struggling to find an appropriate word to describe her input. “Contributions. I will think more on this.”
“Hey, man, you asked for my suggestions,” she said, turning back to face him in her seat.
“…I did, yes,” Caleb relented with a sigh.
With a roll of her eyes, she shifted in her seat and rolled her shoulders a bit. “Alright, well. About that news.” Her gaze dropped briefly to her lap, one foot propped up on the seat of the chair by her heel as she leaned forward against her thigh. “I’m sure you probably guessed it was about Ikithon. The Cobalt Soul’s uncovered more evidence against him recently, so between yours, Astrid’s, and Eadwulf’s testimony and this new evidence… We got a pretty sizable case against him. Things will be moving forward pretty rapidly from here.” She paused then to meet his gaze as her words slowly cycled through his brain and he processed the information.
“That’s…” Slowly, Caleb leaned back into his chair and took in a deep breath, holding it a moment, before releasing it slowly through his nostrils. With it, some of his earlier tension left him, but he could not let go of all of it. He still felt some apprehension, there was still some part of him that feared the worst against all odds. “Gut. Good, that’s… good. Right?”
A half smile briefly flashed over Beau’s features, empathetic and understanding of her friend’s current struggle. “Yeah. Yeah, man, it’s very good,” she said. Then, dropping her propped foot to the floor, she furrowed her brows as she contemplated her next words, forearms coming to rest on her knees and her hands loosely clasped together. “I just… I wanted to check in with you before we move on to the next stage. I know you said you’re willing to testify, but I want you to know you don’t have to. We have everything we need to put this asshole away. I already talked to Astrid and Eadwulf about this, admittedly because I knew you’d ask—” True to her expectations, Caleb had begun to open his mouth to do just that; quickly, he closed his mouth again and nodded to let Beau continue. “—and Wulf is going to continue forward with testifying in court. Astrid, for her part, said she doesn't trust herself not to throw a fireball in Ikithon’s direction. And I think I believe her on that one.” A hint of a smile briefly tugged at Caleb’s lips at this, his gaze dropping to his lap where he wrung his wrists a little too tightly.
“No, I-I appreciate it, Beauregard. But I would very much like to testify. I think… I think I need to. I need to be there,” he said. I need to see him as they drag him away.
When he finally looked back, Beau met his gaze with a look of understanding and nodded, a hint of a smile quirked slightly on her lips. “Yeah. Yeah, I kinda expected that much. I just… needed to make sure,” she said.
Caleb offered her a weak but grateful smile, shifting to sit up more in his seat as the kettle began to whistle, startling them both and breaking the tension.
“Oh! Shit, forgot about the tea,” Beau said, scrambling up to grab the kettle off his ironwood stove. “Uhhh, towels? Mitts!?” Caleb couldn’t help but laugh as the monk began to look about frantically for something to use to set the kettle on. With a flick of his wrist, a spectral hand floated up to grab a towel from the counter behind Beau and drop it on her head. “Wh—What the fuck— Oh. Thanks, asshole.” She quickly grabbed it and leveled a sour look at him, to which Caleb just smiled, leaning against the table now with his stubbled chin in his palm.
“You’re welcome, Beau. Thanks for offering to make tea,” he said. “I’ll get our cups.” And, with another flick of his free hand, the Mage Hand opened a cupboard and grabbed two tea cups from within, carrying them to the table beside him.
He could hear her muttering something under her breath (something about wizards, he was certain) as she made her way back to the table, but made no indication he heard anything even as she tossed the towel beside the tea cups and set the kettle on top of it. “Anyway, change of topic, but I can’t help but be curious—what’s up with that letter Essek asked me to give you?” she asked, catching his gaze before turning back to grab the container of tea leaves she’d left on the counter. Caleb paused, blue hues drifting almost sheepishly as his thoughts from this morning instantly flooded back to him and he remembered the task he had initially set out for himself.
“Ah, well, it’s…” Suddenly, the state of his bare feet was very interesting. Why didn’t he grab his slippers? Why indeed.
Beau, seeing this, bit back a laugh. “It’s what? Surely he wouldn’t confess his undying love to you in a letter.” He could hear the tease in her voice, could almost see the accompanying smirk on her lips as she regarded him, as he felt warmth crawl up his neck, expression shifting to something akin to incredulousness that this was even a question she’d think to ask him.
“Of course not, don’t be ridiculous, Beauregard. Nothing like that.” He forced himself to meet her gaze, though he wondered how fruitless it was to hide his growing interest in the other wizard—the tumultuous feelings he had been struggling to hold at bay for… awhile now, if he were honest. He was tired of denying them to himself, though he had done little to fully express those feelings. He wondered if he could without guilt of some kind creeping in. There was a vocal part of himself that had difficulty allowing him the little bit of happiness he had found in this home. Imagine how loud that part of him would be if Essek expressed any desire to share any part of his life with him? Surely, that was too much to hope for, anyway.
“Alright, then what?” She punctuated her question with the clunk of a tin as she set it on the table next to their cups, then sat, looking at Caleb pointedly.
“He told me he was working on something and wished to talk to me about it,” he replied simply, reaching out for the tin of tea leaves. Popping it open, he breathed in the fragrant leaves before he began portioning some of the contents into their cups.
“That’s it? C’mon, man, I know he wouldn’t have been so cagey about something like that.” She watched him a moment and when Caleb didn’t respond, she sighed and swung her head back to clunk against the tall back of her chair. “Fiiine, whatever. You don’t have to tell me. What spell did he send you, though?” When he turned to look at her, opening his mouth in an attempt to deflect her question, she sat up and jabbed a finger in his direction, a crooked smirk on her lips. “You can’t tell me he didn’t send you a spell scroll, Widogast! Why else would you have spent all night copying a new spell?”
A huff of a breath left his lips, a frown set over his features. Caleb should have known better than to underestimate Beauregard’s uncanny ability to extrapolate details and connect the dots, as it were—that was her job, after all, and she was exceedingly good at it. Her brilliant mind was likely one of the reasons he had come to respect her most out of all the Nein, as much as he loved all of them. “He sent me a Sending scroll,” he relinquished, meeting her gaze with some reluctance. He could see the gears turning in her head, the look of genuine surprise over her features, before the monk burst into laughter. Confused, he furrowed his brows, trying to understand why this was so funny to the other. “What? He said, as much as he enjoyed hearing of all our exploits from Jester, some things he would rather hear from me.”
This only made Beauregard laugh harder for a moment, clutching her side, before eventually tapering off. “Oh, man, I gotta admit, I don’t really know what I expected, but I really should have seen that one coming,” she said. Then, more seriously, “Have you messaged him yet?”
Caleb, unsure what Beau meant by that at all, leveled her with a look of suspicious apprehension. “...No. No, not yet. I was in the middle of trying to decide what to say when you showed up,” he admitted.
This made his friend’s face split into a very suspicious looking grin and he narrowed his eyes. “Hey, Caleb?”
“...Ja?”
Her expression shifted into one of contemplation for a moment, as if considering her words, before she said, “You should tell him.” At those words, Caleb felt a leaden weight drop into his stomach and he quickly looked away, a hand reaching out to the kettle he had momentarily been distracted from in a desperate need to focus on something other than what Beau could possibly mean by that.
“Tell him what, exactly, Beauregard?”
He could hear the sharp intake of breath, followed by the slow exhale, even as he tried to focus on the act of pouring, hazel blue hues intently watching the swirl of loose leaves whirling in his tea cup.
“You care about him, don’t you? I’ve seen the way you two look at each other. You both have been dancing around each other for… for months now. Especially in Aeor. Don’t get me started on how—”
“Beau.”
He cut her off, setting the kettle down with a louder thunk on the table than he intended, his fingers clenched around the handle still. Silence hung over them for a long moment, the monk watching him carefully, waiting. She’d gotten a lot better at knowing when to give him space, at least, learning when she was pushing too hard and how to pull back. Caleb was begrudgingly grateful for that, but she was also just that much more effective at getting him to talk about things he didn’t particularly wish to talk about.
This was one of those things.
“It’s… complicated,” he finally said, voice breathy and strained. He wished, for all he was worth, it wasn’t—that he could pursue what he wanted guilt-free or without worry of rejection, betrayal, or any million other things he could think of. So many reasons Essek wouldn’t want him. So many more reasons neither of them would be good for each other, even if Essek did. The weight of his doubts hung heavy on him, though he wished desperately to will them away, to just linger on the longing and joy he felt when in the drow’s presence.
He didn’t realize he’d been trembling slightly until he felt a hand on his shoulder, steadying him, and closed his eyes, his hand falling limp and retracting to himself.
“Hey.” The grip on his shoulder squeezed slightly, Beau’s tone both firm and strangely consoling. “Hey, look at me.” Caleb nearly refused with a huff, but he knew Beau wouldn’t let up until he did. So, with a sigh and some reluctance, he lifted his head to look at her where she now stood next to him, crouched slightly so as not to seem too overbearing. “I know you’ve got this whole… internal struggle going on or whatever. And, look, I get it, man—I mean, I didn’t go through the same shit you did, but I can see it and I understand.” Here, she paused, brows furrowing as she tried to think carefully about her next words—not something she was great at, but Caleb at least appreciated the effort and growth here. She was trying, where she had fumbled many times before, to level with him. “Look, uh, I’m—” She sighed and closed her eyes a moment before forcing herself to meet his gaze again. “You already know I’m shit at words in times like this, but you gotta believe me when I say whether or not you think you deserve happiness or whatever isn’t for you to decide. That’s for the people who care about you. And I— we—all the Nein—want you to find happiness, whatever that looks like for you.” Then, she straightened and lifted her hand to muss up the (already disheveled) hair at the top of his head roughly, pulling a strangled noise of surprise from the older human’s lips. “I don’t expect that shit to go away overnight, but think about it. Just don’t think for too fucking long, our lives are too short for that and you got, like… ten years on me or some shit.”
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stars-on-fyre · 1 year
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Random art dump of recent things I’ve done!
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First two are of my Masks character, Renata “Amaryllis” Sanchez in civilian clothes! I love the blue one the most because she just looks so cute! 🥹
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Next two are just the same drawing of no one in particular before and after color! Mostly because I messed up coloring her and want to show my original sketch of it 😭
Thanks for looking! 💜
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