#and I went what the heck you told me no more pets

[softquietsteadylove]

Love your stories. Was wondering about a story where Thena and Gil get a pet.

"No."

"But-"

"We have enough at home," Gil sighed, pulling Thena's hand into his in an attempt to lure her away from the lizard display. "Why did we even come here if you were only going to look at the lizards? We could've just walked into the garden at home."

"But this one is different," Thena countered, pointing over her shoulder to the bearded dragon who seemed just as distraught to be separated from her.

"I have enough lizard peelings to sweep up already, thank you," Gil chuckled, smiling as Thena at least matched his pace to walk beside him. "Isn't there anything else you'd consider?"

Thena stayed quiet, looking around at the various displays.

"What about a dog?" Gil suggested, pointing to the Australian Shepherds garnering by far the most attention. "You could take it hunting with you."

"An animal will only slow me down," Thena countered easily, and of course, she did have a point. She was faster and stronger than any mortal animal, and a mid size dog was probably not meant to be out hunting ostriches with the Goddess of War.

"We could get a bird," Gil tried again, pointing out the conures perched prettily in their cage. "They live a really long time."

"Gil," Thena sighed, but gave up her next argument at the look on his face.

He had suggested getting them a pet because he worried about having to leave her alone when he went to the market, and especially since he'd started going out further to other trading posts. They'd been in Australia long enough now that people were starting to recognise and get suspicious of Gil's completely unchanged appearance (handsomeness).

Thena could concede that perhaps some company wouldn't be the worst thing for her when he was travelling to other towns. Gil was mostly worried about her being lonely.

"You are only ever gone a day, Gilgamesh," she would chide him and his sensitivity.

"I still miss you," he would pout his lips at her cutely. "Don't you miss me when I'm gone?"

Like she could rip open her chest and hand him her heart to take with him. But she wasn't going to let that stop him.

"What about a guinea pig?--they come in two's!" Gil beamed at the squeaking little monsters. He pointed out specifically two cuddling together, one with a black coat of fur and the other so lightly blonde it was almost sheer white. "They're like us!"

"No."

"Thena," he chuckled, moving his hand from hers so he could pull her closer by the waist. He nestled his lips next to her ear, "I'm not leaving here empty handed, so find something, Sweetheart."

Thena nodded with a sigh. This was more for Gilgamesh than for her--if she thought about it that way it would be easier. She ran through the animals she would consider, although admittedly even if they weren't lizards they were still mostly reptilian. "Gil?"

"Gilgamesh?"

He was slowing to a stop, craning his neck to look at the kittens in their little enclosure.

"Stars above, help me," Thena sighed as she followed him over to the display of feline abominations. She glared down at the little mongrels. "Why are you so enchanted by these quadrupeds?"

"Oh, come on," he dismissed her grouching easily, looking down at the little cuties. "They're sweet."

Thena disagreed. She thought they were far too smart a creature to be as domesticated as they let humans believe. And they demanded the same attention as canines did, if not more so, only without the obedience to be sent away.

Gil had ooey-gooey eyes.

Thena sighed again, leaning over his shoulder as he held his hand out. The tiniest of all the kittens scrambled up into his palm, pressing low as Gil lifted it up. "You really want a feline?"

Gil said nothing, holding the kitten up for Thena to examine for herself. The kitten was white, fluffy, had massive ears ears it would have to grow into and big green eyes.

Thena had to admit, it was not as unpleasant as some cats she had encountered. She looked past those eyes at Gilgamesh, "this one?"

Gil's big, ooey-gooey eyes glittered at her. "He looks like you!"

Thena tried not to be insulted by that. She looked at the cat again, who took a cautious step towards her. She leaned in closer, hearing the soft purring it began emanating from its body. "Fine."

Gil lit up. "Really?"

Thena blushed, unable to look directly at him as if the sun were in her eyes. "Yes, but I will not tolerate having to compete with this thing for run of my own home."

Gil just chuckled. Thena didn't like that cats weren't afraid of her. He held out his hand, "you should hold him on the way home."

"Gil-" Thena blinked as he deposited the cat into her - very dangerous - hands without a second thought. The kitten attempted to balance itself in its newer and smaller platform of dwelling. She turned her hands to look at it. "Hello."

"Mew!"

Gil held back his laughter at the sight of the Goddess of War with ooey-gooey eyes.

#Thenamesh AU #but also it might not be #you can't prove this didn't happen #so #one time my parents came home from the grocery store #with a kitten #and I went what the heck you told me no more pets #and my mother very begrudgingly said #your father had ooey-gooey eyes #and I have never forgotten that #how she took another cat when she didn't really like animals at all #because my dad saw a kitten he thought was cute #anyway #Thena agrees to get a cat because her husband fell in love with it #she does carry him the whole way home #and he loves her #both of them do #tag what you think the cat should be named

[misshugs]

₃The Cameragirl³ || snc

After a cheeky reply you might've regretted, you end up dragged into the office to have a little... talk.

contains: SMUT +18, oral (both ways), unprotected sex, cursing, pet names, alcohol consumption, no mention of Y/n

a/n: you asked, i delivered.

[part 1] [part 2] [part 3]

word count: 3k

[u n e d i t e d]

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You thought about how lucky it was for the room to be soundproof, glad that nobody will hear your screams. Although... it would be quite pleasant to let everyone know how they please you, how they touch you like nobody else.

The way you know only them could do it.

You didnt expect this to be the way you'd be doing your cardio, but it seemed destiny had some other plans.

[hours before]

You were basically shaking as they took you back onto the office, the thought of them asking about your stupid comments instead of going with the flow like they always did.

It was too obvious to be jokingly flirting this time, and they noticed.

And you were scared shitless.

You didn't know if they would genuinely go ahead with it or maybe let you know they're not interested, which made your stomach growl in response to your anxiety.

Well, to your hunger as well. You haven't eaten anything since yesterday.

They just got to sit you down on the table before listening to your poor stomach. They laughed.

"Right. You just woke up." Sam said as you shamelessly nodded your head out of embarrassment. "Then let us eat before talking it out. Wouldn't like for you to pass out on us."

"Come on, then." Colby continued, extending an arm to you, which you cheekishly ignored and stood up from the table wilst puffing your cheeks out. "Giving me an attitude? Yikes." He laughed.

"Didn't even help me out when I was stuck in Sam's arms? Yikes." You replied, walking out of the room. You could hear their chuckles before walking down the stairs and into the kitchen.

Heating yourself something to eat, they reluctantly got closer and sighed. "Hey, uh... we need to leave right now. There's this person we have to meet for another haunted place and this is the only time they have available. We completely forgot." Colby explained to you, looking back at his phone, guessing it was the message he received.

"Oh, okay. I'll be here, then." You said, giving him a side look before continuing making your food.

"You don't wanna come with us?" Sam asked.

"I wanna eat?"

"Right, right... well, we'll talk later, then. Don't think you're still safe." Sam smiled at you before walking away with Colby.

You rolled your eyes jokingly, but when they left, you let out a big sigh you've been restraining.

You were safe, for now at least. While thinking of a way to try and avoid the topic all together, you got a message. It was a mutual friend of yours, asking you to come to a party.

Quickly agreeing at the false sense of hope you received, she told you that the boys were also invited. She also agreed upon picking you up beforehand, since you weren't really going to do anything anyways so being early and prepping everything up was also a nice way to keep your mind out of the gutter.

After eating, you basically had the whole day for yourself, so you might as well prepare yourself earlier.

Thinking about them, you thought cautiosly about what to wear.

And honestly?

You felt like you needed to push their buttons a little bit more tonight. Yeah, whatever happened a few minutes ago made you a blushing mess, but at the same time, boy... the adrenaline you got from it sure was fun.

Then again, you guys weren't exactly together... so what's wrong with wearing something a bit more... revealing?

And so, it was decided. Searching throughout your closet, you found a short dress that fit your criteria for the night. With a slit through the back that went down to heaven and short slits on the side, making your thighs almost pop out.

It wasn't something you usually wore. Heck, you forgot you had it for all you remembered, but it looked so good in your skin that you just had to use it.

A couple of hours passed by and you were already at the party, getting things ready before some people started coming through. It didn't take long before the place began crowding with people.

The host, your friend, has been under the influence even before it all began. You were starting to get a bit tipsy yourself, getting loose at the dance floor whenever a good song started playing.

"Hey, quick question." Your friend yelled at you. "Where's Sam and Colby? They said they were busy and didn't know if they were gonna come." She explained. Looking at her with confusion, you then remembered.

"Oh! They're talking to someone for their next investigation, that's why." Unbeknownst to you, you were merely half right. Yes, they were talking with someone about their next location, but they also denied due to other reasons involving you.

Thinking about it, you believed they weren't going to arrive at the party, therefore, you were somewhat down at the thought. You wanted to tease them tonight, but it seems that your plan wasn't going to happen.

It didn't step you away from having fun, though. Drinking, dancing, talking with friends... it was a good time. That is, until a random dude you've never seen in your life started approaching.

Disinterest in your eyes was visible, but the guy seemingly ignored it completely and kept making the cringiest remarks you've heard in your life.

He tried to get closer to you, reaching out to your waist before you could try and run away.

Your heart racing at a thousand per hour, his hands were rough, almost certain that there might leave a mark on your fragile skin.

"Won'tcha come with me tonight, 'lil mama?" He smirked, holding you tight and close to him, making you almost puke.

"Get the fuck away from me!" You tried to scream, tried to push him away but to no use. You were still weak from your recent investigation after all.

"Now, come on. Don't do this to me, honey." Holding your chin on place, he made you look at him. "I can make you feel really g-"

"Back off dude, she's taken." You heard a familiar voice before finally setting free from his grasp. Colby was the first one you saw, taking off the guys arms from you.

Another set of hands held you softly by the waist, pulling you closer, away from him. Sam. You looked up at his face, he seemed mad.

He looked at you, now worry in his blue eyes. "You alright?" He asked softly in your ear, holding one of your hands to try and comfort you. You nodded quickly, glad that you've been saved once again.

Looking back at the guy, Colby was pushing him away. A determined stare down from his side, making the guy that was trying to gain your attention chuckle.

"Where were you, huh? When she was having fun all alone in the middle of the room? You're just tryna pull her off as well. You dipshits are nobody." He snarled back at Colby, annoyance in both their faces.

"We're not gonna let shits like you touch our girl, understand?"

You could barely hear what they were saying due to the loud music from every side, but you surely heard that last part.

Their girl? What did that even mean?

A visible smirk on Colby's lips when he turned around to look at Sam. You didn't think the next set of actions were the respond to this childish kids play, but you could feel Sam's soft hands on your chin, making you look at him and his lips interlocked with yours in an instant.

Oh fuck.

Oh fuck, what was happening?

Was there a faucet running? Cause boy you were dripping wet. These men were driving you crazy.

You caught a glimpse of the now pissed guy walking off before Sam could pull away. When he eventually did, you looked at his smiling face for a second before reality hit you like a truck.

Your face flushed with a red tint on your cheeks. Looking back at Colby who was walking closer towards you, both of them now towering over you.

"I-I thought you guys weren't gonna make it?" You asked, genuinely confused now that you remembered your friend vividly explaining they were busy.

"We weren't, but our plans for the night switched places." Colby smirked at you, making Sam laugh at the remark, even more with your confused face.

You didn't understood at the time, but their plans were supposed to be you. "We finished earlier than expected, but then when we got home you weren't there." Sam explained. "Why didn't you tell us?"

"Well, she told me to come here early to help her out, so..."

"Ah, so you've been here for longer?" Colby asked, putting his hand on the slit on your back. "I guess I can't blame the guy, such a revealing outfit for so many hours..." He continued, slowly caressing your back with his hand, moving his hand down your bare skin. "I don't think I'd be able to hold it on a minute longer if I were him."

Shivers went throughout your whole body after listening to his words. "So if you didn't know we were coming, did you put this on for everyone else to see?" Sam asked, looking at you in the eyes. "I'm a bit jealous."

Your lip was quivering. The plan was to flirt back and tease them if they eventually came, but right now, you were speechless. The touch of their hands making your legs weak and shaky. A sudden hand up the side slit of your dress from Sam caught you slightly off guard, caressing your hip softly.

"Showing this much skin... Is this dress yours? Why have we never seen it before?" He asked.

"I don't.. I-I don't use it often." You managed to reply before panting at the constant feeling of getting touched by them. The adrenaline of someone possibly seeing what they were up to with you was nerve racking.

"We'll make you use it more often then, but only for us." Colby whispered, holding your ass and making you let out a soft moan. "We might as well have to find another place to chat more comfortably, what do you think, Sam?" He asked and Sam nodded.

Holding your hand tighter, he started walking away from the croud and into a random room from your friend's house. Closing the door, they noticed the music was barely heard. "Soundproof?" Sam asked.

"Seems like it."

"Most her rooms are..." You explained, making them look at eachother with a smirk before looking back at you.

"Good. You won't have to worry about screaming our names too loudly tonight then." Sam said.

"W-wha-" You could barely manage to say before Colby lifted you up and walked you to the bed.

Sitting you down, you looked up at them towering over you again.

"You're not escaping us tonight. You know that, right?" Colby began, crossing his arms.

"We're gonna have that... talk. Right now if we need to." Sam said, making you gulp.

"Can the talk be a bit more... dynamic?" You opened your legs slightly, which made them smirk.

"It was going to be from the start, sweetheart." Colby said with a deep tone, putting his hand on the insides of your thighs, quickly getting his hand closer to your heat. You sighed when you felt it, Sam fixing your hair behind your ear before getting closer to your face for another kiss.

While you kissed back, your legs closed a bit by instinct when you felt him playing with your clit through the fabric of your panties. "She's so wet, Sam." He informed, making Sam chuckle in the middle of the kiss, pushing his tongue deeper inside when you opened your mouth.

They made you lie down on the bed while your heated make out session with Sam didn't give you a second to even breathe. You moaned slightly when you felt your legs being pushed apart.

Sam slowly pulled down your dress, leaving your boobs out in the open, he separated from your lips and sighed. "No bra or anything, it almost seems like she was expecting us to fuck her." He said, pulling back only to see your whole view. "Fuck." He whispered.

Colby took off your damped panties and threw them to the floor, pushing up the skirt of your dress to have a clear view of your pussy.

You could see him licking and biting his lips while admiring the view. While sam went back to your soft, tasty lips, he began kneeding one of your breasts, playing with your nipple. You whined at the feeling, your heart racing at the touch.

Not a minute later, you could feel your legs being slightly lifted and a tongue licking your pussy, making you moan in between the kiss, letting Sam's tongue slip back in once again.

Shaking, you could feel Colby's tongue making circles around your clit, sucking at it, eating you up, making you arch your back at the feeling.

Sam separated from your lips and started giving you wet kisses around your face, slowly descending through your neck and onto your boobs, nibbling at your skin before making its way towars your nipple.

Sucking at it, you moaned softly and held onto his hair for support, while Colby kept on sucking and pushing his tongue inside of you, exploring every inch he's able to.

While Sam started sucking and licking one of your nipples, he made sure you were kept entertained. Putting two of his fingers inside your mouth for you to lick, you began sucking on them while drowning the moans in between.

From all of the stimulation, it didn't take long for you to cum all over Colby's face. He cleaned you up with his tongue, making sure to look at your erotic expressions whilst having Sam's fingers in your mouth, drooling all over them.

They both separated from you. You were filled with a sense of loss for a moment, but nothing that was going to stay for long. Sam sat behind you, making sure you lied your back on his chest while holding one of your breasts and opening up your legs.

Colby, enjoying the view, waited patiently for his friend to make you feel good. "Let's make sure you can suck us up well, yeah?" Said Sam while slowly moving the hand he had in your mouth down to your pussy.

Opening your lips with his fingers, he teased for a moment before pushing inside of you, making you moan and pull back your head on his shoulder.

One finger, then two, then three.

He stretched you up good while Colby was busy taking off his pants and looking at everything his eyes could manage from the view.

"Make sure Colby can see your pretty face." Sam whispered, thrusting quickly with his fingers. You could feel his bulge quickly rising behind you, poking your back.

You did as told, looking at Colby in the eyes while moaning and whining, your legs shaking at the feeling of being stretched out. "Colby... fuck. I need you."

"What do you need, baby?" He asked seductively, putting out his dick while you moaned at Sam's teeth biting onto your skin.

"You.. your dick... please." You whined.

"You want him to also make you feel good?" Sam asked while squishing one of your boobs and you nodded rapidly.

"Yeah. Yeah, please. Oh, fuck. Please." Pleading in such an erotic way, they couldn't just say no. Sam's fingers left you right before you were on the edge of yet another orgasm, but it didn't take long for something even better to take its place.

Colby's tip was slowly pushing in, making sure to not hurt you. You opened your mouth, taking out your tongue as the feeling was euphoric. He got closer and sucked on it before kissing you.

When he was completely inside, he began thrusting slowly but surely. Quickly speeding up when he felt you were already getting used to his length.

Moaning his name out, you looked back at Sam and whined for him as well, touching his erection from behind you, making him grunt. "Sam. Take... take it out." You panted in between moans.

And he did as told, quickly pulling out his dick while getting on his knees so that you could quickly hold it and put it inside your hot, wet mouth. "Oh, fuck." He let out when he felt your tongue up his friend.

You were quick to put it inside your mouth, bobbing your head up and down while getting railed up by Colby. The vibration of your moans sent shivers down Sam's spine. Holding your head up for support, he began thrusting inside your mouth as well.

It was a dream come true, you were on cloud 9, almost fainting at the pleasure you were receiving from both ends.

You didn't take long to cum, neither did them. After all, those teasing were killing them as well, they were just trying to hold it long enough for you to release yourself first.

You gulped down Sam's juices before pulling out, panting when he did. You were beat. If you barely had any strength before due to the recent investigation, now you were sure of it.

They made sure to clean you up before fixing your dress, giving you kisses all over your body, looking at the now visible hickeys all over your skin. "Gotta let people know you're taken. We can't have what happened before again." Colby whispered in your ear before kissing your cheek.

Breathing heavily, you nodded at them, not even entirely sure what you were agreeing upon.

"Well, that was a nice chat, was it not?" Sam said, smiling at your wobbly self.

"It really was, glad we could clear things up, right?" Colby continued. "I mean, I'm guessing you understand what we meant, right?"

You looked at him, getting your breath back together, smiling. "That you're my boys?" You asked, "Or maybe you have to explain it all over again, maybe I didn't understand what you meant."

They looked at eachother, smirking. "Then let us explain it again."

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"come over here and kiss me on my hot mouth, i'm feelin' romantical."

thank you so much for reading <3 //also last part isn't a cliffhanger, we all know they went for round two, the end

smol taglist from those that wanted pt 3 *(sorry if you didn't want to be tagged): @oh-prettylady @lemonnightmare @honey-bees-13 @jupiter1700

~nikkõ

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[huskersbooze]

Helloo! Can i Request an alastor x reader angst? (I love angst im sorry😭) where reader n alastor are good friends, but soon alastor starts catching feelings, he didn’t like that so he starts ignoring reader hoping it’ll go away, but when alastor realizes it doesn’t, he wanted to apologize for ignoring reader and maybe confessing, but he couldn’t cause he found out reader got redeemed into heaven? Please and thank you!!

A/N : Oh fuck yes I'm a sucker for angst. This is actually a really interesting concept! Completely opposite to my other fic where Reader ignores Al. Thank you for the ask <3

Alastor Doesn't Do Feelings

Alastor x Reader

Pairing : Alastor x F!Reader (M!Reader here, Gn!Reader here)

Warnings : Cusing(what do you expect? It's Hazbin Hotel)

Additional Tags : Angst, no use of (Y/n), use of dear/darling

Word count : 1.25k

It was never supposed to turn out this way. Alastor, the fucking Radio Demon, doesn't do feelings.

But here he was, finding himself getting flustered, his cheeks red, ears pinned back and his smile faltering.

And it was all because of you.

"-and so I told him to back the heck away, but I swear his brain can't seem to comprehend simple words! He-"

You went on and on about your day, but Alastor could only focus on the close proximity between the two of you and your hand came so close to brushing his every minute or so.

"Alastor! Freaking hell!" He snapped out of his trance when he heard you yell his name.

He cleared his throat, quickly gathering himself once more, "Yes, darling?"

"Were you even listening to me?"

"Of course, I was." Which, frankly, was a lie.

"Just go to bed, dipshit."

"I don't need sleep."

"Your brain is hijacked, Al." You try to give his ears a scratch. Alastor attempts a dodge but fails. "See? You can't even dodge a simple pet on the head."

"I let you do that."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night."

"Darling, you know I don't sleep."

"It was an expression, babe."

He knew you meant it as a joke, a light-humoured name you called him; like how he called you "dear" or "darling".

But he couldn't help the blush that found a way to his face.

"Alastor! You're doing it again!"

"I beg your pardon?" He snaps out from his trance.

"You're dozing off again. Are your radio parts radio-ing properly?"

"I'm not an actual radio, my dear."

"Well, you sure act like a broken down machine." You let out a giggle, him doing the same, but it ultimately sounded like he was buffering.

"You need help." You get up and give him another ruffle behind the ears, catching him off guard. "G'night, Al."

He doesn't respond.

He's too busy screaming internally.

-----

Alastor doesn't do feelings. Yet, here he was a broken mess because of you.

No, this was unacceptable. All he'd work for. His reputation. The danger it'd put you in.

He couldn't afford any of that gone — especially not you.

How was he to get rid of this weird churning he gets in his stomach when you near, though? How was he to stop loving you?

-----

Alastor doesn’t do feelings. He nearly did, once, because of you. But he’d found a way to stop it.

Or so, he thought.

“Good morning, Al.”

Out of everyone in the hotel, you were the one person he could tolerate. Despite your polar interests and behaviour, Alastor actually found it quite enjoyable to be by your side.

Sure, you rarely cursed, was so sweet and couldn’t bare the thought of killing, but Alastor never minded. You were the one person he looked forward to seeing everyday. He would usually only talk to you.

“Husker, may I have a word?” Yet, here Alastor was, completely ignoring your existence like you were some irrelevant imp a few rings down.

“Uh, sure, boss.” Husk sends you a questioning stare as you return the favour.

He didn’t actually have anything to say to him; it just hurt to see you. The feelings still lingered and he couldn’t do jackshit about it. 

Staying away from you was only supposed to get rid of his feelings, not intensify them.

“Alastor?” Yet, your voice captivated him in every way possible and his desire to be yours increased.

He simply left the room, and the two of you never spoke after that.

-----

“Alastor doesn’t do feelings, honey.”

“I know, Rosie! But we’re just friends and he knows that.” You take a sip from the tea Rosie prepared for you. “Though, lately, he’s been completely disregarding my presence like I’m the bane of his existence.”

“Don’t look too much into it! I’m sure it’s nothing. It’s just Alastor being Alastor.”

“But it’s not.” You sigh. “Something’s changed between us and I’m not sure what it is.”

“Well, did anything specific happen?”

“I.. I don’t know.” Your voice cracks at the agony. “I just.. Everything was fine that night. I just told him to sleep and the next morning it’s like I never existed.”

“Hm. That does sound odd.”

“Exactly! And I’m not sure what to do or if- if I’ve angered him- or- or maybe he’s sick of me-”

“Honey, breathe.” Rosie’s hand finds yours across the table as she rubs soothing circles on the back of your palm. “It’s in his nature to be sending mixed signals. Just give him time. He’ll come to terms with you eventually.”

“Are.. Are you sure?”

“You came to me for a reason.” She jokes, though her warm smile never left her face.

“Thank you, Rosie.”

-----

Alastor, your beloved strawberry pimp, doesn’t do feelings. He didn’t, he doesn’t and he won’t.

At least, that was before he realised he was catching feelings for you.

He’s tried so hard to ignore it. He’s done everything he could to ignore you, but despite his best efforts, you still found a way to float straight back into his mind.

“Alastor?”

“Yes, darling?” It took him a while to comprehend the fact he accidentally called Husk “darling”. His mind was just filled with thoughts of you.

“Uh.. anyways.” Husk cleared his throat. “You were close with the kid, right?”

“I suppose.” He shrugs, saying it as a matter of fact-ly. “Nothing serious.”

Alastor nearly flinched as he said it himself. 

Nothing serious.

But in fact, it was starting to get serious. He was in love with you, head-over-heels obsessed, but he couldn’t come to terms with the fact and decided to push you away.

Fuck. What was he thinking?

“Yes, well I just.. wanted to let ya’ know she’s-”

“In a minute, Husker.” He says, taking off and trying to find you. He had to apologize. He had to talk to you and explain himself. But then, that would mean he had to confess.

Confess. Alastor’s smile widened as he thought of the idea. Blush crept from his face all the way down to his neck and his tail was uncontrollably wagging under his coat.

He loved you.

Turns out, Alastor does, and will do feelings.

-----

“Husker, have you seen her?” After a whole day of looking around the hotel, he couldn’t seem to find you anywhere. 

“Her?” He asks, then immediately realising there could only be one her. “I was trying to tell you, boss. The kid.. The kid passed.”

“What?” His smile falters, eyes twitching, but still keeping his composure.

“Some drunk ass dude got hold of an angelic weapon from the last extermination. She was stabbed on her way back from cannibal town.”

The static in his ears were ringing louder by the second. This wasn’t supposed to happen. No, it wasn’t supposed to end like this. He was only supposed to get rid of his feelings, not you.

This whole plan backfired. It was a mistake. He kept what he hadn’t wanted, and lost what he desired.

-----

Alastor doesn’t do feelings.

He does, but only for you. He keeps his heart closed in hopes you’re still somewhere out there.

Any other demon who tries to get with him, ultimately gets turned down.

Alastor doesn’t do feelings, no; but he does feelings. He saves the romantic kind for you. The platonic ones, however, are open doors now because of you.

Alastor didn’t do feelings, but he does now — in hopes he gets redeemed and can find you in heaven.

———[ End. ]———

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[bump1nthen1ght]

Made For Love (Incubus x GN!Reader)

Pairing: Sex worker!Incubus x GN!Reader

Warnings: Explicit content ahead! (18+ ONLY), Loss of Virginity, Spanking, Unsafe Sex (wrap it before you tap it folks)

Word Count: 2098 words

Summary: Sick and tired of waiting, you decide you’re ready to finally lose your virginity. Lucky for you, a friend of yours has a tantalizing suggestion on how to do so…

A/N: Ok so this was ORIGINALLY supposed to be a short drabble ( <1000 words) for Kinktober, but as y’all can tell I went into a writing frenzy and it became a full fic. Please forgive any typos, as the horniest muse ever possessed me as I typed and edited this and I’m too impatient not to post it lol. Hope y’all enjoy!

(P.S. Sex Work is Work and all sex workers deserve to be treated with respect. Do not necessarily take this fic as a completely accurate depiction of how sex work is performed. Nevertheless, enjoy some sweetness)

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“You as well.”

The motel room you find yourself in is surpisingly homely. The flickering overheads have been turned off and replaced by soft lavender fairy lights strung around the bed frame. Cheap and stiff blankets have been neatly folded and put away in the closet, the bed now decorated with a big fluffy duvet and several plush pillows. Some candles have been lit and placed on the nearby desk.

“It's Joranez, right? Want to make sure I’m saying that correctly.”

“That’s right, but you can call me Jora, darling.” He winks, taking hold of both your hands, holding them to his chest. The action isn’t very intimate, but it can’t help but send a hot blush across your face. Jora is stunningly attractive, his silken hair pulled back in a low ponytail. His purple skin is flawless, shiny just like his horns, which curl and twist upwards. His smile is charming, sharp canines seeming so friendly despite everything.

“Is this okay?” Jora whispers, rubbing a thumb across the back of your palm. You nod, letting your fingers unfurl and touch the bare skin of his chest. “Do you remember the safe words, the ones in the email?”

“Y- yes. Lime for go, strawberry for stop.” You take a deep breath. “A-and banana for slow down.”

A clawed hand runs across your cheek, goosebumps running down yiur heck as Jora draws even closer. His breath brushes across your face, his yellow eyes glowing in the low light. Even though he’s a stranger, you can’t help but feel very safe.

“Good pet. Now, shall we get started?”

—

Jora had been recommended to you by a mutual friend, one of your best friends actually; Rory. She worked nights at a sex hotline and Jora often took shifts there during the drier months of the year. From what she had told you he was highly requested and had great reviews, known for perfectly crafting whatever mood or scenario his customers wanted. You had asked if it would be weird, sleeping with someone she knows so personally, but Rory had quickly quieted your fears. If anything it was better, as she knew you’d be in great hands and she was often quite protective.

So Rory gave you his work number and you scheduled the appointment to lose your virginity.

Given how you’re feeling right now, you think you made the right decision.

“You make such beautiful noises, dear.” Jora whispers in your ear, his long tongue licking up your trembling neck. “I’d love to hear more.”

He gets his wish, a moany breath leaving as he scissors his fingers inside of you, pads pressing hard on your outer walls. He chuckles, a warm sound that only makes your body hotter.

How easily he was able to undo you. You lay naked in his lap, legs spread wide and chest heaving with each breath. Sweat drips down your collarbone and your skin feels on fire, every soft touch and caress leaving tingles across your body. The duvet provides just enough purchase for you to dig your fingers into, still too shy to yank on Jora’s open robe.

The pleasant ache as Jora stretches you open on his finger was far better than you imagined, probably far better than some random hookup would have provided you. Starting with one, now two, he’s somehow slowly unraveled your senses. Now you sit as a putty ball of pleasure in his lap, all for him to treat.

Guess I’m a sub. You joke in your head, though you already had a suspicion before this. Or maybe Jora is just such a master of control that anyone falls to their knees in front of him. It wouldn’t surprise you.

“How about three?” Jora whispers in your ear, waiting for your timid nod before sinking a third finger inside you. He splays them out, stretching out your walls before resuming to thrust. Black and white spots speckle behind your eyelids, that burn in your gut only growing hotter. “So good pet, you’re doing fantastic.” Jora plants a soft peck on your temple, his free hand rubbing affectionate circles into your hips. Said hips jerk and spasm on his digits, desperate for more.

“I t-think…” You whimper, somehow still shy as this incubus is literally inside of you. “I think I’m ready for you c-cock.”

“Oh, is that so?” Jora teases, flexing his fingers again. “I think so too, lovely.”

Jora is slow and methodical as he pulls his fingers out of you, gently coaxing your hips to flip you around. Your shaky legs straddle his lap, Jora giving another gentle kiss to your lips. He grinds against you, getting a squeak and a shiver.

Jora begins to sit up, pushing you onto your back and adjusting for missionary position, but you stop him with hand to his chest.

“Actually, could we do Doggy style?” You request, somehow not stuttering your way through it.

Jora’s eyes widen, but its accompanied by a delighted smirk.

“Of course.”

With another gentle press to your hips, Jora flips you onto your stomach. A strong palm smoothes down your lower back, arching it into his hips as he adjusts himself. You can hear the sound of the lube bottle as Jora gets more, rubbing it over your entrance. A heated presence presses up against your hole, throbbing and slick. Even without seeing it, you can tell Jora is quite well endowed.

“Tell me if it hurts to much, okay dearie?”

You give a simple “uh-huh.”, trying to decide if you want to shove your face in the covers or stare into the void of the motel room.

Your brain decides for you, biting your lip and clenching your eyes when Jora finally begins to slide in you.

It doesn’t hurt, thank goodness, but it is a little…unusual. It’s a fullness where you didn’t even realize there was emptiness. As Jora goes further, you get the stretch in places you've never reached before, not with fingers or even a dildo. The unexplored is extra sensitive, your hips spasming as Jora eventually bottoms out inside you. He swivels his hips, the head of his cock brushing against something that feels amazing.

A clawed hand rubs your scalp, reaching down to pat your cheek. You can feel Jora’s body heat as he leans his chest closer, his robe rolled down his shoulders to expose his bare skin. “How does that feel?”

“Good.” You mutter, digging your face half into the covers. The noises bubbling in your throat are so whiny, so debauched, you can’t help but try to tamp them down. “You can m-move. Slowly.”

“Of course, dear.”

Jora sits up, grabbing gently onto the fat of your hips. The bed shifts as he pulls out halfway, before gently thrusting upward. You gasp, a strange sensation shooting up your stomach. Jora chuckles, pulling back slowly again. That emptiness feels wrong now, it feels incomplete.

“Faster, p-please.”

Jora must nod, though you didn't see it. His fingers dig into your sides, not enough to even leave a mark, and he begins humping in earnest.

Those noises you tried to suppress become impossibly loud, even in shaky breaths and moans. Bed springs squeak underneath you, the slap of Jora’s hips against yours sending a hot sensation down your legs. It's so lewd, but it feels so right.

“You feel amazing.” Jora moans. “Such a tight hole, all for me.” Jora speeds up a bit, met with your eager hips throwing backwards on his cock. “And a pretty face on top.”

All you can do is bite your lip, feeling a hit blush as Jora lavishes you with compliments. His pelvis pounds against your ass, toned muscle meeting the plush flesh. Jora begins to fondle the fat, giving it a light pat, holding back for your sake.

“Please slap my ass.” You whine, getting an extra eager thrust from Jora in response. You can’t see it, but you’re sure he’s smirking.

“You’re wish is my command.”

Jora’s palm meets the skin with a resounding slap, enough to jiggle your cheeks and surely to leave a mark, but you doubt it’s as hard as he can go.

“H-harder, please.”

Jora hums, rubbing the spot he just hit.

“Surprisingly naughty, aren’t you?” This time Jora reels back his hand and gives you a proper spank, enough to send your lower half forward. You weren’t quite sure what to expect, but you didn’t realize how good the stinging could feel. “I love it, you want some more?” Jora gyrates his hips, pressing his cockhead to the very deepest parts of you.

“Yes, yes!” You barely reocgnize your voice, keening and desperate. The moans as Jora slaps your ass again are depraved, downright erotic. He switches hands and slaps your other ass cheek, taking a moment to squeeze and fondle the fat afterwards. He begins to alternate his slaps, using the other hand to hold onto your hips and yank you back onto his cock. It hasn’t escaped your notice that he’s picked up the pace, each thrust reaching your guts at a quick speed. You can hear the slap of Jora’s balls as they hit your underside.

“You’re so gorgeous.” Jora purrs, voice so composed you wouldn’t even realize’s he’s blowing your back out. “Don’t you want to see yourself?”

Jora must see your brows furrow, cause he leans down and tilts your jaw forward. “Look up, dear.”

Opening your hazy eyes, you notice a full-length mirror in front of you both. It hadn’t been there before, or so your cock-drunk mind remembers, and you wonder if Jora had moved it in place with some minor magic. He was an incubus, after all.

But those thoughts come second to seeing how unraveled your look. Your face is flushed, sweat beading on your forehead. Your back is so arched you can see the way your ass jiggles with every thrust. Not to mention Jora, whose pony is slowly coming undone, looking like a literal Adonis. His sultry gaze burns in to you, toned chest and abs flexing with his humps. He had been so sweet at the beginning, but it seems your naughtiness has drawn out his mischievous side; He wears a big smirk, biting his lip and admiring the naughty picture you make in the mirror.

“See? Just as I told you-” Jora gives a particularly hard thrust and stars shoot across your vision, “-gorgeous.”

Your entire lower half feels lit up, a faint buzz going all the way down to your toes as your abdomen grows tighter and tighter. It’s so similar yet so different from when you’ve masturbated before. The coming climax feels hotter, more explosive, like a high you’ve only dreamed about.

Jora can tell, either with his specially-tuned senses or by the way your hole clenches. “Close, love?”

All you can do is nod, tongue lolled out with a mind too far gone. You’re thankful Jora had the wherewithall to ask where you’d like him to come at the start, as you have no way of giving an answer now.

“That's right, cum for me. I want to see you.”

That’s all it takes, the knot splitting in an instant as you come with Jora’s cock deep inside you. You can see him clench his eyes shut as your hole milks him, just pulling out in time to cum all over your back.

The next few minutes are a bit hazy. Your legs had collapsed under you, your brain thoroughly cock drunk and trying to reboot. Jora, ever the professional, quickly recuperated. He rubbed soft circles into your lower back, leaning over to get some cleaning wipes. You vaguely remember him flipping you onto your back, tilting your chin up and giving you some water. The sensation of the back of his knuckles, brushing along the side of your face comes to mind as you sipped.

“Good dearie.” Jora gives you a peck in the cheek. “You did so well, love. I’m happy I was able to share this with you.”

Jora is sweet and leta you take plenty of time to rest and come back to yourself, giving you another kiss and his card on your way out.

“If you ever want to be naughty again, love.”

You walked out with a tired yet enthusiastic pep in your step.

You definitely owe Rory one.

#my writing #reader insert #gender neutral insert #monster x reader #incubus x reader #monster romance

[yuenieve]

a friendly exchange [k.ayato]

feat. single dad! kamisato ayato, elementary school teacher! female reader.

content warning: modern!au, smut with plot lol, more plot than smut tbh, rich CEO ayato, elementary school teacher reader, dilf/teacher, corruption kink, he’s a tease lmao, dacryphilia(?), doggy, unprotected sex, breeding kink, mating press, bulge kink, pet names (angel, love, darling, girl, precious), he says mommy once, praise(?), he’s kinda a mean dom in the end, fem!reader.

word count: too many to count.

notes: i finished this at 4 am rip sorry for any mistakes lol

nsfw content under the cut!

There wasn’t a pair of ears who haven’t heard of the name Kamisato Ayato. Everyone and their neighbor’s dog have heard some mention of the blue-haired business man. As head of the nation’s leading corporation, Kamisato Ayato was quite the figurative icon.

Figurative more than icon. Because although the well-known CEO has had his name plastered on every nook and cranny of the city, he rarely made a public appearance.

Despite his fame and recognition, you only knew 2 things about him:

1) He is a wealthy and important man. His business, Kamisato Enterprise, oversees many—if not all—work fields in the country, including education. Heck, half his daily income could cover your yearly salary.

2) His son is your student.

Kamisato Akihiko was an intelligent and reserved 1st grader in your class. What he lacked in boisterous banter, he made up in chivalrous charm. You often caught him nose buried in a hardcover book, instead of being with the bustling children on the playground during recess.

Akihiko was a model child, you knew that.

But why were you so nervous to meet his father on parent-teacher day?

Maybe it’s because you knew nothing about his personal life, or because you’ve never seen the mysterious man. Your colleagues at the front office told you his wife showed up for all school events related to Akihiko, but never him. However, by some stroke of luck, Ayato himself RSVP’d for the parent-teacher meeting today.

Swallowing down a nervous gulp, you stood by your classroom door and called out Akihiko’s name. You walked back to your desk, arranging the stack of papers for the nth time.

You heard a knock, “Excuse me?”

His voice was handsomely husky, you noted. Turning around, you came face to face with what you would have assumed to be a relic of a Greek god.

His tall stature and broad shoulders had your eyes wandering. His defined arms looked so incredibly attractive despite being hidden under his suit jacket. He ran a hand through his lilac locks and smiled politely.

“Mr Kamisato…welcome,” You greeted, finally meeting his eyes.

Get a grip, he’s a married man!! I shouldn’t have thought of that, please forgive me…

“Thank you for having me, miss L/n.”

You exchanged the friendly smile and gestured towards one of the desks, “Please, have a seat.”

He sat down and took his expensive black gloves off, you mentally cursed yourself for finding the action effortlessly enticing. You cleared your throat and handed him the papers.

“Akihiko is a wonderful student, these are his assignments and tests.” Ayato went through them and nodded along,

“He’s performing exceptionally well, as you can see. Some of our head teachers are even recommending he skip a few grades.”

Ayato hummed and held his chin between his thumb and pointer finger, “I see…but what do you think?”

“Huh?” You stuttered, not expecting the question.

“What those head teachers say do not concern me. You are Akihiko’s teacher, so you know him best. What do you think? Should he skip a few grades?”

You leaned back against your desk and contemplated the matter. Albeit the little boy truly was clever, you felt hesitant about the decision.

“In all honesty, Mr Kamisato…I don’t think he should,” you answered.

Ayato gave you a knowing look to go on.

“I don’t mean to say your son is incapable of undergoing a higher level workload, but…he’s still a child. The beginning years of elementary school are not meant for academic woes. Akihiko should spend these years exploring his interests, making friends and having fun. He should…be a kid.”

The corner of Ayato’s lips tugged upwards and he nodded, “I wholly agree with you.”

You smiled and turned around to fetch the attendance sheet. Unbeknownst to you, Ayato was gazing at you with a twinkle in his eyes.

“If you could just sign here, and if you have any further questions about your son’s performance, I am more than happy to oblige.” You told him.

He sighed and signed the paper, “No, that’s all.” He paused to look into your eyes, “I’m happy you’re Akihiko’s teacher.”

You shyly looked down and smiled as you received the papers back from him.

“I—uhh wasn’t expecting you here, Mr Kamisato. I’ve been told your wife comes to all school events.”

He arched a brow in confusion, “Wife?”

You blinked, “Y-yeah, I believe her name was Kamisato Ayaka…?”

“Ah,” the realization dawned on him, “I think you’ve misunderstood; that’s my sister.”

“Oh! I’m so sorry—!“

“No, no, it’s quite alright.” He assured with a gentle smile. “I don’t have a wife.”

“Oh…”

“My ex wife left when Akihiko was 3.”

You opened your mouth then closed it, unsure of what to respond with. Ayato noticed your predicament and simply waved his hands dismissively, “It’s fine, it happened a long time ago. I’m sure she’s more than fine with my ex business partner now.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” You murmured, sympathetically.

Ayato stared at you. Despite discussing the misfortunate matter at hand, he seemed to focus on you alone. You looked absolutely iridescent in his eyes, he couldn’t help but take a fleeting glance at your lips.

He shook his head and peered at the clock, “My apologies, but I must be going now.”

You nodded as he rose from his seat, “Of course, thank you for coming today.”

He put his gloves back on and extended his hand out, “It was a pleasure meeting you, miss L/n.”

“Likewise, Mr Kamisato.”

He gave you a soft smile before departing from the classroom. Once he was gone, you sighed and walked back to your desk. You stared at his name on the sheet, your mind wandering.

3) He is very handsome.

+

“Excuse me, miss L/n?”

You peeked down from your desk and spotted Akihiko standing with a bouquet of flowers clearly too big for his 6-year-old hands to carry.

You quickly ushered him to come around the desk and held onto the flower arrangement for him, “What’s this, Akihiko?”

“My dad told me to give it to you, it’s for Mother’s Day.”

You felt the heat rise to your cheeks and you feigned a cough to hide your flustered face.

“Th-that’s so kind of you two, thank you very much, Akihiko.” You patted the boy’s hair and smiled.

Just then, the last bell rang and the erupt sound of children filled the hallways.

You looked down at Akihiko, “You should be heading out now, I’ll see you on Monday. Please thank your father for the flowers.”

He nodded and began to make his way out the classroom, before abruptly stopping by the door.

You tilted your head, “What’s the matter?”

He slowly turned around, his eyes downcast on his shoes. “Miss L/n? Can you do something for me?”

“Of course, Akihiko. What is it?”

He bashfully played with the hem of his shirt, “Well, my dad always says you’re like a mother to me. He says teachers are our second parents.”

You made a sound of amusement, “Your father is correct.”

“If he is, then…can you participate with me in today’s Mother’s Day card contest?”

Your lips parted, that was the last thing you were expecting him to ask. You felt touched to be in this position, and it warmed your heart to know Akihiko felt comfortable enough with you to ask.

“I’d love to help you make a Mother’s Day card.”

+

Ayato had been standing by the school entrance for what felt like half an hour now. Usually, he’d send one of his assistants to pick Akihiko up. But since his schedule spontaneously cleared up for the day, he decided to come himself.

Checking his watch for the hundredth time that afternoon, Ayato decided to go inside and assess the situation. The hallways were scarce until he saw children accompanied by their parents in the courtyard.

He saw dozens of tables and chairs folded out, occupied by little kids and mainly their mothers. The scattered piles of paper and other arts and crafts supplies on the ground was enough to tell him what was going on.

Eventually, he spotted his son with you at one of the tables. He made his way over, a smile crossing his face at the sight of both your joyful expressions.

“Dad!!”

Before Ayato knew it, he felt the force of his son’s hug. His short arms trying to go around his father’s hips. You smiled at the display, admiring the little family.

“Someone forgot to come back to the car,” Ayato teased, picking his son up easily and holding him against his shoulder.

“Sorry, dad. I asked miss L/n to be my mom for the contest!” Akihiko said. You felt your face heat up at the given title, but Ayato found your reaction adorable.

Ah, he really wanted to ruin you.

“I see. Well, I’m happy you asked her. She makes quite the mom, don’t you agree?” At this point, Ayato was purposely saying it to fluster you.

“Akihiko, I think they’re starting now. You can go over there,” you mentioned, diverting the topic.

Ayato lowered Akihiko down, letting him run towards the center with the other kids.

“Thank you for the flowers, by the way.” You brought up, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

Ayato smiled, “You’re most welcome, miss L/n.”

He started clapping as they began to announce the winners of the card contest. But your gaze remained on him, did he always have that pretty mole? It was so close to his lips…if only you could…

“Y/n.”

“Hm?” He turned to you.

“Y/n. You can call me Y/n,” you said.

His smile only grew wider, having to bite down on his lip to contain himself. “In that case, you may call me Ayato.”

You hummed, repeating it, “Ayato…”

+

“Ayato!! Fuck—!!”

You can’t recall exactly how you ended up with your ass in the air and your face pressed against Ayato’s bed.

After a couple weeks spent chatting during pick up duty, and consequently, after exchanging numbers, Ayato and you grew closer. Until tonight, where he had invited you over for dinner.

One thing lead to another, the same way he lead you to his bedroom, and now you found yourself whining his name as you writhed against the sheets.

“Well isn’t this a surprise? I didn’t expect you to have such a dirty mouth.” He remarked, slamming into your tight cunt even harder.

You moaned loudly, you were grateful that Akihiko was away at his aunt’s house for the weekend.

“Ayato…please…” You squirmed, pathetically. He pulled out and you keened at the sudden empty feeling.

He flipped you over so that you were laying on your back and he could have a good look at your pretty, tear-stricken face. His hands were placed on either side of your head, his strong arms supporting his weight.

“Please what? I can’t give you what you want if you don’t tell me.” He said, leaning in closer. His breath tickled your skin as he left feather light kisses on your chest.

“Please…fuck me,” you whined.

He chuckled, “Aren’t I fucking you right now, angel? Are you saying I’m doing a bad job?”

You threw your arms around his neck and pulled him down against you. You felt his tip nudging against your folds and you whimpered at the slight friction.

“Please, breed me. ‘Want you inside, wanna feel it inside.”

His dick throbbed at your words. If he had no self control, he would have ruined you right this second. He won’t deny, he was hoping you’d say that, hoping you felt the same way he did.

He raised himself up, “Is that it, angel? You want me to knock you up?”

You nodded, feverishly. He smirked and slowly lowered his head to your pussy. He placed a long, wet kiss against your clit, making you buck your hips up sporadically.

He chuckled again, pulling away. “Don’t worry, love,” he said, finally pushing himself in you, “I’ll make you a mommy.”

Your hands instinctively reached out to his shoulders, grabbing onto them to steady yourself as he bottomed out.

Slowly, he began pumping himself in and out of your sloppy cunt. Your past round making it easier for him to slip between your folds.

The sound of skin slapping skin began to fill the room, his thrusts growing harsher and faster. He took one of your hands that were hooked on his shoulder and held onto it as he leaned down.

“Do you feel that?” He whispered, deeply into your ear, guiding your hand towards the noticeable bulge in your abdomen. “Do you feel me inside you?”

“Ayato,” you cried out, he felt you tighten around his length.

“Oh? Does my naughty girl enjoy these lewd things?” He smiled and hoisted your legs up to rest on his shoulders, allowing him to reach even deeper within you.

“Ah! Ayato, r-right there!” You moaned, feeling the knot inside your stomach begin to form.

He practically folded you in half by now, his pelvis hitting your clit with every rut of his hips. He groaned, “You feel so good, precious.”

“A-ayato, ‘m close!!”

His hand met your clit and he started to rub it fervently, “Cum for me, cum all over my cock. Don’t you want to give Akihiko a sibling?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you continued to babble nonsensically, feeling your sweet high approaching.

By the way Ayato’s thrusts were getting sloppier and out of rhythm, you could tell he was close too. The sound of his choked grunts also pushed you further off the edge.

With a cry of his name, your climax finally crashed as you came all over him. A white ring of your slick painted on the base of his cock.

Ayato threw his head back, panting heavily, “I’m—fuck—‘gonna cum.”

You were prepared to feel his warm seed fill your pussy up, but instead, he pulled out and stroked his length once, twice and came all over your stomach.

Tears pricked the corners of your eyes, you were clearly unsatisfied. You whined and squirmed beneath him, “Ayato, why’d you—“

He held your chin between his fingers, tilting your head up to face him.

“You didn’t think it would be that easy, did you?”

You sniffled and he wiped your stray tears away. He repositioned himself at your entrance, steadily rocking his hips again, making you hiss from how sensitive you were.

“If you want me to fill you up, you’ll have to work a lot harder than that, darling.”

written by yuenieve.

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[meowcatsposts]

Better [Werewolf bf]

╰► warning: mentions of stalking and kidnapping

Overview

You get kidnapped by a werewolf, basically

(But don't worry, he has your best interests at heart)

“You deserve better,” he murmured, rough voice raspy from the lack of use. His copper eyes bore into yours, so icily striking yet fiery warm. “You really do.”

Argos was his name, you learned–the hound-human who captured you. He had an unruly and dark but smooth mane for hair, and his complexion was rather pale, like white lilies under waning moonlight. Ropes of lean muscle undulated beneath his milky skin as he scrounged for something in a heap of bones. He kept his “treasures” hidden there.

From the ghoulish pile he produced yet another skull–a dog skull. Hollowed dead eyes stared back at you as he put the piece of bone in front of your eyes, and you suppressed a small scream. Were you going to end up like this?

“You’re scared,” Argos said, dark eyebrows drawing together. “I didn’t mean to do that…” 

He paused to look you in the eyes once more, as if checking a wounded bird. Then he continued–after encapsulating your hand in his larger, rougher one. They were warm, like a hot cup of tea.

“This could have been me, a long time ago,” Argos trailed, rotating the dog skull and tilting his head to see its void eyes, too. “Neglected, starved, dead…” He set the skull down with a soft clunk. “I’ve watched you, and I see it in you, too. The people around you don’t see your worth, do they? They treat you like vermin, from what I see–something to never befriend, something to never worship.” Suddenly his eyes burned dark, a moon in a solar eclipse. A guttural growl escaped his parted lips. “And I’ve seen you cry by yourself…with no one to cry on…”

Then, gazing into your eyes like a pet who lovingly sidles up to its owner, he asked, “Was it lonely?”

You hadn’t noticed the hot tears searing your eyelids nor the blurred Argos in front of you, who held both of your hands in both of his. It was so unnerving and creepy and freaky that a hound-human like him stalked you, but at the same time it was so fuzzy and gentle and warm that it made your heart clench. Oh, how you wished for a genuine connection–a connection of trust and love and nothing else. But alas, thick ropes of human connections strangle you, leaving you breathless and choking, raw and bruised. 

Did Argos understand? Perhaps he did, because with a small smile he wiped your tears away with his thumb, murmuring soft ‘it’s ok’ s, or ‘I’ll be with you now’ s. 

“Yeah…it was lonely,” you croaked. “How do you know?”

Argos said nothing, just held you close. 

You had just returned from a hangout, rather large, consisting of several friends. A part of you was happy you went, but another whole was glad to be far, far away from that suffocating setting. Sure, everyone was cordial and bubbly and kind, but they knew each other more than you did. So you were left to drift by yourself most of the time, left to gaze upon tightly-knit trios and duos who were talking and smiling. One, as a joke, called you something foul–but apologized later on for potentially hurting your feelings. 

Minutes dragged into hours, and you soon grew exhausted by the continuous chatter that you couldn’t keep up with–or really be a part of. It was an odd number of people anyway, you told yourself. It’d be natural for someone like yourself to be floating. So you excused yourself, before you grew too sick. (Not like the others really cared, right, though they waved and said cheery ‘bye!’ s to you.)

Currently in the shower, fresh tears streamed down your wet cheeks. Why were you crying, again? Was it relief? Was it hurt? What was it, anyway?

All you knew, though, was that it felt good to cry.

Argos heard your soft sobs and whimpers bounce off the ambient shower walls. 

Every. 

Single. 

One. 

Heck, he even heard you blow your nose every so often, probably because you were crying so much. His sharp ears flattened on his head and he prowled around in endless circles, large paws making no sound on the prickly grass. His tail dangled limply and his thick fur bristled against the chilly fall breeze. 

Why did your outing have to turn so bitter? he wondered. Why did you always have to end up like this?

Argos saw how bright your hopeful eyes looked, only for it to drain drain drain away until your once beautiful eyes turned nearly dull. It reminded him of when he was infested by maggots–lying limply on cold stone, life slowly draining from his eyes. It took all of his resolve not to whisk you right away, into his humble little shack. At least he could provide you with warmth there. He would protect you–love you–unlike those unappreciative posers. There were too many of that kind, he thought bitterly.

Argos gazed blankly at the dimly lit road. It was good that it was dark; he melted into the shadows. No one to see him. No one to hear him.

“Argos, do you think I’m selfish?” you asked the now-hound male, whose large head was on your lap. Argos rumbled his throat as if to say, ‘No, you are not.’

Your fingers glided through his dense, black fur. It had been quite a while now, since he claimed you as his. Perhaps it’d been a few months now, maybe more. And your former home? Argos told you not to worry about it–apparently it’d been taken care of. How, though, you didn’t know. 

Argos treated you quite well; you were his royalty, after all. He fed you your favorite meals and snacks, gave you space (to some extent–you couldn’t leave the premises), and drowned you in his affections. When he was a wolf he licked and nipped gently at your skin, and provided you with his fur to play with. When he was human he embraced you and napped with you, and loved to kiss you–sometimes on the forehead, sometimes on the lips, but mostly on the neck, right where your heartbeat was. His kisses were usually light and sweet, a stark contrast to his brooding eyes and glacial complexion.

“Mmh, Argos,” you mumbled, resting your hands on his lean pale arms. 

Argos, on the other hand, was resting his hands on your hips, caging you between his body and a wall. His lips trailed up and down your neck, peppering it with sweet kisses. His copper eyes smoldered with heat, and his body was no different; you thought you would burn under his touch. You knew you couldn’t escape, either, since he was so big; he made you feel so small, somehow, like prey caught by a predator.

“You’re not telling me to stop, are you?” Argos stated; the way his voice lowered by octaves, clearly, it wasn’t a question.

As your breath hitched in your throat, he chuckled, eyes fluttering up to meet yours. They really looked like melted copper now, dissolved by his primal instincts–to press you into the wall…pin your wrists above your head…ravage you until dawn. But somehow, he managed to push them back to the depths of his hungry core, sticking to pressing soft kisses all over your exposed skin.

Feeling a little awkward just standing there, you slipped your fingers through his dark hair and played with the thick strands and massaged his scalp. Argos groaned faintly, just under his breath; you felt it on your skin–hot and needy. 

Getting a surge of confidence you murmured in his ear, “Do you like it?”

Argos just pressed you harder against the hard wooden walls, eliciting a cute squeak from you. (He made sure not to hurt you, though, because he knew just how easily you’d break.) It wasn’t the first time he tossed you around like a ragdoll. He loved how your eyes widened with fear, how your lips parted, how your breath became ragged and uneven; it made his blood burn with adrenaline. 

“I do,” Argos replied gruffly, “but let’s not forget about who’s pinned against the wall, now…”

Sometimes, you hated the man for his cockiness; it dripped off of him like a pungent perfume. 

But he was all you could ever ask for…

So why not stay with him?

yellow dividers from: firefly-graphics

#werewolf #werewolf x reader #monster x reader #monster #werewolf boyfriend

[minminho0]

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⧼!Catboy!Scaramouche x Reader⧽

-Fluff

Gender: Gender neutral

Warnings: --

A/n: This is my first time writing a fanfic so please be gentle with me♡ This idea has been stuck in my mind for a week now so i decided to just do it myself since i cant find someone who has done this idea.

His not like his usual mean charcter here because i based this to his past self(kunikuzushi). Im not sure but i heard he was the exact opposite back then than he is now so ye

I hope you enjoy~!

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"After weeks i finally finished this project yay!" I said saving the file and turning off my computer.

"Gosh, Im so hungry"

I sat up and headed to the kitchen. I opened the fridge and saw that it was empty.

"Uhhh i forgot to buy groceries again"

I went back to my room and took my wallet and phone.

I opened the front door and went out.

Startes heading to the grocery store after i locked the front door.

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'Ah yes the smell of grocery stores never fails to make me relax' (is it just me or-?)

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'Im so tired right now, i just want to go home' I thought. Walking through the road i suddenly felt a water drop on my face, i looked up and saw that the clouds were dark and ready to pour any second now.

I hurried to a nearby bus stop for shelter since my house is a bit far.

I sat down at one of the benches when suddenly i heard a quiet meow.

I looked around and saw a kitty under the bench.

I crouched down to see more of the cat.

"Aww what a cute little kitty like you doing here, poor thing"

I reached out my hand but the kitty quickly scratched it.

"Ah-!..thats ok since you're cute!"

"Dont worry, kitty! I wont hurt you! I promise"

"How bout from now on ill take care of you~!" I said while reaching out my hand again. I pet its head and the cat leaned in to my hand.

"Awwww so adorable~!"

But then poof!

Wth-

Who the heck is this man-

"Wh-who are you!? W-wheres the cat!?" i screamed

"Its m-me! Im the cat!"??? Said

"Wdym!? Get off me!"

"But you said you'd take care of me!"

"Well to the cat!? Not to a man!"

"But its still me! Im still the cat!"

"A cat and a guy are different!"

"Ehh! But its still me and you said you'd take care of me... :("

"Wha-"

The random dude took my hand and hold it near his chest and said " please..you told me.. So pls take care of me..."

'Tch! The audacity of this guy! Ah honestly!' I thought.

"Tch.. Come on now, you might get sick" i said seeing that the clouds cleared up.

"... Thank you..miss"??? Said smiling and followed me.

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"Ok now go take a bath there and heres some clothes" i said handing him some clothes.

"Ok miss thank yo-"

"Oh ya call me y/n"

"Thank you y/n I really appreciate it"??? Bowed down.

"What urs?"i asked

"Oh- i dont have..one.."??? Said quietly

"Ah then ill give you one..uhm your name will be kunikushi, in short kuni!"

"Thank you" kuni said smiling.

"You're welcome"

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"Just so you know im only doing this because youre cute asf"

"Oh..

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*Masterlist*

-January 5, 2023

#genshin fanfic #genshin impact #genshin fluff #genshin angst #genshin smut #scara x reader #catboy #cat scaramouche #kunikuzushi #scaramouche fluff #scaramouche angst #scaramouche smut #first fanfic #genshin fandom #genshin characters #fanfic #genshin headcanons

[saltyfishdream]

Baizhu x Reader Hogwarts AU

Genshin Impact but Hogwarts AU (pls don't kill me I just somehow thought of the AU one day and threw Genshin characters inside, fuck JKR) headcanon where Baizhu gets sorted into Slytherin because of his Parseltounge powers (and him having Changsheng as a pet) but gets bullied because he's "too nice to be in Slytherin", he's an outcast in his house. To make things worse, people in the other houses fear him-- he's a Parseltounge when others expected none after Harry Potter and Voldemort, how can they not fear him? Rumors spread about him, about how he's secretly the new "heir of Slytherin" or the "Dark Lord Reincarnated". That would definitely gain him respect and popularity before the Great War, but it's been over 25 years since the war had ended and it't not the case now. Nobody wants another war.

Then he meets you. You, as a popular, bold daredevil Gryffindor, goes into the Forbidden Forest alone at midnight because your rival Scaramouche dared you to. Your friend Diluc, a descendant of the Dumbledore family, and his stepbrother Kaeya had warned you about the possible dangers of the Forest, especially to a first-year girl. Alone. At midnight. But you insist. You want to show Scara that he's the chicken, not you.

You enter the forest in the dead of night, with your wand and the only two spells you knew (Lumos and Wingardium Leviosa). Yes. That would be enough to fight off anything that's unlucky enough to get hurled in your way-- you've heard the tale of Ronald Weasley knocking out a grown troll too many times. But things don't work that way. An hour in and you find yourself attacked by centaurs, just because your Lumos spell went wrong and sent an explosion at the creatures. You try to cast a Wingardium Leviosa, but you forget-- is it swish and flick, or flick and swish? Does it go LeviOsa or LeviosA? You regret not listening to Diluc and Kaeya, and you make a mental note to roast the smirk off Scara's face if you get out of this alive ("I survived a centaur attack, what about you?" You imagine yourself saying to the arrogant Slytherin). Then you forget that you're still in combat. And you still have no idea how to cast a Wingardium Leviosa strong enough to lift up something lethal for combat.

A centaur charges at you when you're still forcing yourself to remember how to properly pronounce the spell. You decide to forget about magic and find a way to run away-- hey, at least you still have bragging rights about how you got attacked by a bunch of centaurs and lived to tell the story. However you look around to see the centaurs have formed a circle around you, leaving you no choice but to stay. And get shot by arrows until you become a human hedgehog or die, either comes first.

As you dread about which is worse-- getting killed or facing Scara's jeers and Diluc and Kaeya's "I told you so"s after this when the centaurs nock their arrows, a flash of green flies out from the bushes, hitting a centaur. The others scatter and run away, but you panic more. The only spell you've heard of that has a green flash was the Killing Curse. Was that a remainant of the the Death Eaters? Or worse, another Dark Lord in training? You get down, hide yourself in your robe and hold your breath, hoping that any person attacking the centaur won't notice you.

You hear footsteps. From under your robe, you can see the tail of a Slytherin scarf. Was that Scara? Did he plan this all along, just to see you miserable and defeated? You shake your head at the thought. He's just like you-- a first-year. There's no way he can master such a complex spell like that. And he might be annoying as heck, but not pure evil. At least not now.

"Chillax, Firenze..." You hear someone say in a soothing voice, "She's just a student, not a Death Eater..."

"But she just hurled an explosion at us!" Firenze the centaur bellowed. He's still alive.

"Nobody was hurt. I'd ask her about her motives later."

You hear more rustling and tugging sounds. "Get these damned vines off me first!"

Another flash of green. The clip-clopping of hooves off into the distance. Firenze is gone. Now you're alone with this mysterious person who saved you.

You push your torso up to see a student in his school robes. Nothing special, just the typical green Slytherin robes with the green scarf coiled around his arm. He had long green hair, with golden-rimmed glasses, and was much taller than you were, and you've never saw him before. Or maybe you simply forgot about him.

Then you notice the white, long thing coiled around his neck. You first thought that it was a vine, given that this person is most likely the same guy who tied Firenze up with vines. But you see two red rubies sticking out of the vine.

It's not a vine. It's a snake.

You have heard from Diluc and Kaeya about a third-year Slytherin with his pet snake around his neck, about how dangerous he is as a Parseltounge. But hey, he's still the person who saved your life. You at least have to thank him for that.

You gulp before asking, "Thanks, but... who are you? And... why are you here?"

"The name's Baizhu. I guess you've heard of me before. It's normal to be scared," he replies, golden eyes closing as a smile. The snake spits out its tounge, which doesn't help much with relieving your fear. "And come on, Changsheng! Don't scare her!" Baizhu turns towards the snake.

It's him they're talking about. The one you have to avoid. But your curiosity about the reason why he ended up here still overcomes your fear. "What brings you here?" You ask, holding up your wand even though you probably can't even cast a Lumos.

"-I came for the herbs. I need them for making a new healing potion-" He coughs, but his smile doesn't falter.

"Herbs? For a healing potion?" You crook a brow and blurt, "That seems too pathetic for an excuse."

Baizhu doesn't seem affected by your remark. "Yes. The materials used to make healing potions taught in our textbooks are way too ineffective when it comes to sprains. So I'm thinking about using Amakumo Fruit instead of small lamp grass..." He explains.

You nod as you notice the sky becoming slightly purple. It's beautiful, with the fireflies in the woods. You've always loved the sunrise. But that means breakfast is going to start soon, and you know the trouble you'd be in if the whole Hogwarts population find you rushing towards the Great Hall from the Forest, covered in grass and mud.

"It's almost morning. I have to go back." You say, trying to climb up and leave. Then a sharp pain hits you in your right leg, and you fall back down onto the ground.

"You ok?" Baizhu asks, expression concerned. You look at your right leg. A long stripe of blood seeps through your sock, dying the fabric crimson. "Oh dear. Your leg."

"No shit, Sherlock," You say through gritted teeth as Baizhu fumbles for something in a pouch he carries around on his waist.

He finally hands you a glass bottle with blue liquid inside. "Here's a healing potion I made just in case. I guess I'd be using it on you." He chuckles.

You look at the blue liquid. What if it's not safe? But the pain in your leg stops you from thinking more so you unstopper the bottle and drink from it like a man dying of thirst-- then you feel an urge to spit it out.

"Why is this so bitter?!" You say after forcing yourself to swallow the poison potion, "Is this poison?" Even Changsheng looked like it were smirking. But your leg does feel better.

Baizhu tries to hold back laughter. "Good potions are always bitter," He says, leading you back on your feet.

As the sun continues to rise, you and Baizhu walk out of the Forest. Maybe he wasn't that scary anyways.

#fanfiction #fanfic #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #genshin fanfic #baizhu #hogwarts au #baizhu genshin impact #baizhu x reader #baizhu x you #rarepair

[namjoon-koya]

Baby Moon

A/N: Decided to write a fic instead of a head canon, I’m not sure if ill make this into a series I’ve been debating it for a while; but I hope you guys enjoy this story! This is pretty much what I think Steven would do when he first “adopts” baby!reader.

Pairing: Steven Grant x Baby!reader x Marc Spector.

Steven could already hear Marc scolding him as he looked down at the little bundle he was holding in his arms, Steven knew it was better to go to the police and tell them about the baby he found. Heck Steven didn’t even know how to take care of a baby, let alone knew if he had the fundings or time. Yet he couldn’t bring himself to do it, he didn’t know what it was; but he felt this need to protect you. You softly cooed snuggling more into his arms to receive more of his warmth, a soft smile appeared on Steven’s face as he watched you.

“Steven! Are you listening to me?” Marc shouted to get his attention.

Steven looked over at his fish tank and saw Marc in the reflection, and of course he had a disapproving look. “Yeah, Yeah I am.” Steven said looking back down at you. Marc rolled his eyes “Steven, buddy listen this isn’t the same as taking care of a pet-“ “of course I know that.”

Marc let out an exaggerated sigh “if you understand then you need to take her to the—“ “do you think she’s hungry? Bullocks I should’ve went to the store to buy her something.” Steven said moving away from the fish tank and towards the kitchen. Marc knew Steven was just trying to avoid whatever advice he was trying to tell him, it was almost frustrating having to constantly tell him too.

“Steven you’re avoiding what I’m telling you to do…”

“What formulas are good for babies? Do you know?”

Marc knew there wasn’t any point in trying to talk Steven out of this, he seemed determined in keeping you and Marc had a few theories as to why. He wouldn’t elaborate any further, instead he sighed in defeat “I’m not sure, maybe a store employee can help you?” Steven hummed “right.” Marc noticed that Steven hesitated looking down at you and then back to his bed, “Steven just take her with you, besides you can’t leave a baby alone.”

“Right, alright little one lets go on a quick adventure.” Steven said to you as he exited his apartment, on his way to the store Steven would gently mumble a few words to you. Even while you were asleep, Marc thought it was cheesy yet he couldn’t help but smile at the fact Steven already had a soft spot for you.

Once arriving at the store Steven made his way over to the baby formula, scanning the rows from bottom to top trying to decide what would be good for you.

“Steven? If you’re not sure I told you, you can ask someone.” Marc says to him “Right…” he mumbles, he looks around before finding an employee.

The employee gives him a few recommendations before looking down at you, “I’m guessing you’re a new dad?” They asked smiling at him “y-yeah I am.”

“What’s her name?” Shit, Steven didn’t even think about what your name was. You didn’t have a letter with you, so he didn’t know what your name even was. “Her name? It’s…”

Marc quickly guesses a random name, which Steven tells the employee. “What a beautiful name for a cute baby! Well I’m glad I was able to help you.” The employee said before leaving him, Steven sighed before mentally thanking Marc for his fast thinking.

Steven grabs the formula which the employee recommended before taking it to the cashier, “she’s a really quiet baby isn’t she?” Marc asked, Steven walked down the sidewalk looking down at you. “She is, she didn’t cry once while at the store.”

Once arriving back to the apartment Steven put the formula on the table before going to his bed, he gently placed you down on it “she’ll be fine right?“ Steven asked.

“She’s asleep, she’ll be fine.” Marc replies, silence passes between them before Marc speaks up again. “Steven we really need to talk about this, especially with everything else going on.”

Steven hasn’t forgotten about Khonshu, but it has been a week since he’s last seen the moon God. He didn’t forget about Harrow either, he knows Khonshu needs him to stop Harrow from releasing Ammit.

“I haven’t forgotten.”

“Then you realize how crazy it is to drag a baby along with us in this mess?” Marc asked him. Steven didn’t reply he knew Marc was right, of course he was always right; but Steven couldn’t give you up and he didn’t know why.

“Steven?”

Steven heard a small whimper “she’s awake.” He said ignoring Marc again, Steven rushed over to you and saw that you were finally fully awake. “Hello little one, you woke up at a good timing hm?” Steven gently bounced you in his arms to quiet down your whimpers.

Once you settled down, Steven placed you back in his bed and went to the kitchen to make a bottle for you. Marc stayed silent for the most part and just watched Steven, there was really no point in trying to convince Steven anymore. Marc decided to accept it, but he was already coming up with an explanation to Layla. Hopefully she didn’t think the reason why he wanted a divorce was because of the “mystery baby” Steven had decided to adopt, Marc looked over at you.

He saw the way your tiny hand grabbed a hold of the end of Steven’s pillow and hold onto it, almost like if you were scared of being alone… again.

“Alright, sorry it took me so long.” Steven said, making Marc drift away from his thoughts. He watched as Steven gathered you in his arms carefully making sure to support your head, “hey.” Marc said.

Steven looked over at the fish tank again to see Marc, this time instead of having a disapproving look. His facial expression seemed softer, “you better help me give Layla a good explanation.” Steven smiled “of course.”

#Steven grant x reader!platonic #Marc Spector x reader!platonic #steven grant fanfiction #marc spector fanfic #steven grant x y/n #steven grant x you #steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #marc spector x you #marc spector x y/n #steven grant x baby!reader #Marc Spector x baby!reader #moon knight fanfic

[redhead-batgal]

Can you PLEASE PLEASE do Damian Wayne x reader first date headcannons?

Honestly, I'm probably gonna be shit at this. I haven't ever really done head canons but I'm happy to try!

Quick note, this is just my personal opinion y'all are free to disagree.

This boy is going to be nervous as heck!

BTW he was more then likely the one to ask you out.

It may or may not have been in a weird kind of "I don't want to go out with you but do you wanna go out with me " way

He will take you to the most upscale restaurant in town and not tell you about it

Will most definitely arrive to pick you up in a limo with Alfred driving who he talked to about you the entire drive there

About how smart you were, how funny and how you love animals almost as much as he did

This of course was all because Alfred asked what you were like

So upon arriving to pick you up he has a bouquet of your favorite flowers and if you didn't like flowers he'd have something you did like with him like a favorite candy or even a special addition of your favorite book (Something he learned from Jason) and more then likely flowers for your mother, sister or whatever female guardian cares for you

He would go to your door to pick you up and greet whoever answered politely

He won't care what you wear, thinking you're beautiful no matter what

he will escort you to and from the car opening your door

Instead of talking to you in the car he's probably frantically going over all the conversation topics he planned out with Dick.

Remembering how Duke had said to Damian to just be himself and talk about things that you liked

The ride to the restaurant was awkward, but as soon as you got inside Damian began talking to you almost normally

he would watch you as you spoke, the way you smiled and laughed

It embarrassed him whenever you caught him, but he still kept doing it

You were able to convince him to take turns taking about each other

He would ask questions about you and you would respond then ask about him

The questions he seemed to have the most fun answers were about his family and pets

Every once in a while, Damian would take a deep breath in and he seemed to be rubbing circles on the table, he would look around and count things as Tim suggested he do to calm down

Damian pays the bill

However another table sends over a dessert for two and you

The waiter who brought it over was strange, a blonde girl with a fake moustache on who seemed to make Damian incredibly angry

You couldn't care less when he explained it was one of his siblings and there were probably more of them hanging around

"I bet they would be especially annoyed if you just ignored them, considering what you've told me they want you to react."

Damian paused for a moment before agreeing with you and he much like you began digging into the dessert

Off to the side in disguise Tim and Cass sat with a mini camera sending a feed back to the Batcave where Dick, Jason, Bruce, Babs and Duke watched

Cass watched for a moment before she tapped Tim on the shoulder

'We should go' She signed to him 'he seems really happy'

Tim watched his brother just for a moment as Steph sank down in a seat right behind him a waiter's uniform on and a fake mustache on her face

"The date's basically over so why not"

Steph blinked in confusion as Tim and Cass grabbed her by the arms and dragged her out of the restaurant

Meanwhile you and Damian clean and stacked up your plates, at your instance and left, with Damian leaving a large tip

Walking outside Damian guided you back to the limo and opened the door for you

You both got in but this time you continued chatting

Chatting until you got home and he walked you to your door

You smiled at him and kissed his cheek

"I'd be happy to do this again Damian."

Seemingly without thinking he replied, "So would I."

You laughed and waved goodbye before heading inside

Meanwhile Damian went back to the limo and slid in the family group chat bursting with messages

Todd: Man demon-spawn I've never seen you smile like that before

Brown: I can't believe the Bat brat has feelings!

Richard: Little D! That was so cute!

Suddenly another text popped up and Damian opened it

Drake: You owe me

For a moment Damian flashed back to all the dates he had ruined of Tim's and sighed

Damian: Thank you, for not ruining it

There was a string of dots before Tim replied

Drake: Say that to me in person and on your next date bring Y/N for a family dinner, we're even.

With a sigh Damian thought back to your reaction and nodded before agreeing

Damian: Deal

#headcanon #batboys #batfam #jason todd #tim drake #dick grayson #damian wayne #stephanie brown #reader #y/n #batkids #reader x damian wayne #damian wayne x y/n #damian wayne x reader #y/n x damian wayne #first date #sibling shenanigans #batboys x y/n #reader x batboy #bruce wayne #alfred pennyworth #batman headcanon #batfamily #redhead batgal #cassandra cain #duke thomas #steph brown #barabra gordon

[palialaina]

Uncle B keeps saying "It's GRAPE to see you, Berry!" so I decided today, I was going to change up my colors. I have never seen someone ready to make a joke and then look so crestfallen so fast. I think he went through the stages of grief in about twenty seconds while his brain started back up, and then he said how sunny I looked.

It's a new, terrible joke, I'll take it.

Jina found me a Kamera! I don't think I'm the best at taking pictures, but she said I could use it to keep track of my home progress, same as this journal, so I'm going to give it a try.

It's been kind of a whirlwind, I've totally lost track of time again. Einar really likes shiny pebbles, and he started talking to me about Oneness. I don't really get it, but Jina said it's something programmed into beings like him and Hekla, and it's kind of like a Path? But the difference being is that people choose, and these guys didn't get to.

Feels kind of sad. It was kind of fun trying to understand it, but I don't really think Oneness is my thing to worry about. That, or I find it in my garden

I am way too proud of it, for sure.

I picked up my third hallway piece today, but there's always so much to be distracting. Elouisa asked me to bug hunt, I had to catch crickets for Aunt Del (Seriously, auntie, you live next to a place called Leafhopper Hill, what were you expecting?) Maybe after I've relaxed a bit I'll go try and mine for stone and iron again, like I totally meant to do.

I wish Zeki would lower the backpack price though. Jeez. 5k for a bigger bag is wild, but I guess that's the way Grimalkin do business. Which. Rude. But I don't really have a choice.

Dad was having some trouble earlier too. Apparently he has a son! Who went into the military, and there was a kerfluffle about that, but he's trying to reach out now. I told him that owning up to his gaff was better than using the death of his wife against his son, and he agreed with me. Even said I was a good child!

Okay, I'm not a child, but heck it. I'm calling him Dad forever, even if not to his face.

Aunt Del gave me a pie for helping her with the crickets, so I had some for dessert, and man, I wanna learn how to cook like she does! I just... don't have time. So much else to run around and do. And not enough hours in the day, it feels like.

Also, Uncle B keeps trying to sell me his fertilizer recipe, but like... if I go beachcombing for a few hours, and then drop all the oyster meat into my worm farm, I end up with more fertilizer than I know what to do with! So I don't know that I'll ever buy it from him. I did buy my better how and watering can though, and wow, that makes the garden a lot easier to work in. He's hinted something about apple trees and blueberry bushes--with the obligatory Berry related pun that I had to sigh about--but he says I need more experience with what I've got first.

Maybe once I can grow those, I'll get to make some pies!

I wish I didn't have to catch fish for the weird temple thing over by the farm. I am not good at it. No wonder it's not really my Oneness (sorry Einar). I think I almost had a thing, but then it snapped the line just before I could finish, and ugh, that's twice now with that dang thing. Bahari Bay fishing is hard...

I did catch this guy though!

I decided against keeping it though. Angry little thing kept glaring at me, and I don't really have the space for pets yet anyways. So I sold it instead. Hopefully Auni got a kick out of seeing it in the shipping bin.

Oh, and Sifuu had me canvas town for opinions on what makes a good book. I have so many concerns for what she tries to write next. She's... well, got a lot of work ahead of her, I think.

I told Jina I'd send her little bits of mail for fun, so that she can practice reading ancient human. She was all for it, since our current dilemma with her puzzle door thing isn't going well. I keep going back and forth on whether the next answer is water, or like... the library. It seemed pretty straightforward at first, but now I'm not so sure.

Maybe once I've had some rest, I'll actually be able to go mine stone, iron, and see Najuma. Mayba Tamala too, but she kinda makes me uncomfy. Still, being that far out, she must want some visitors, right? Take another shot at getting those darn Bahari fish I need for sure, and comb the beach for as many oysters as I can get for my worms!

....man. That list seemed shorter in my head.

Oh, and I got a letter from my friend Lark!

Heya Berry, Do you like soup? Please save me.

Let me explain- I got pretty tired of eating grilled mushrooms and fish for days, and Reth told me he'd give me more recipes once I got my cooking level up. But the only other thing I know how to make is soup. I'm not half bad at it, if I do say so myself, but at this point I've made so much of it that at this rate I'm gonna out-soup Soup Guy. I can't eat all this ramen myself, please save me from my soupffering. (I mean, I'll be fine. I ate mushrooms for a week, I can eat soup for a week. Buuut seriously. If you get a hankering for ramen, please come over)

Drowning in soup, -Ya pal Lark

Poor Lark! Maybe I should send some of the steak dinner I've learned how to make... Auntie Del might know how I can send that in the mail and not tip off Auni. I mean, her pie made it here intact, and he loves her pie!

I shall have to think about it. Hm.. Auni-proofing a steak...

#palia #palia online #singularity 6 #Berry plays Palia #Palia journaling #Palia journey #Palia game #FOR THE RECORD! If you hit K in-game you will open up the camera. #If you want to save pictures you must save them into your album before you quit the game #It's definitely better quality than my attempts at screencapping that's for sure! #Also if you wanna friend me I am Laina Inverse in game #I am always down for friends! #I am just... awkward and don't talk much. #But if you need help #I have tips! #I've been here since Alpha! #Also the wikia exists XD

[toaverse]

I can imagine some of Mira friends (or even Bruno to make it more satisfying) confronting Alma, Isa and Pepa being like "You call her selfish, ha! Look who are talking, the tia that was asking A CHILD to take care of a baby instead of ENJOY HER CHILDHOOD, the sister who always BULLIED and NEVER cared for her when she was in her darkest days and the abuela that only wants her back AFTER she is finally sucessful and happy. Yeah, what she did was selfish but it was for her own sake and it actually didn't hurt anybody, I mean, you are actually fine, right? You just want your poor punch bag back. If you wanna blame someone for her making the decision to leave you behind, IT'S YOU!"

Oh, yes!

Note: Mirabel is 21 when this takes place, just to be consistent with the timeline.

One day, when Mirabel and Bruno are just enjoying their weekend, the former's phone went off.

Mirabel checks to see who it was, and it is an unknown number.

Regardless, Mirabel picks up.

"Hola, Mirabel." It's her Abuela's voice... "We heard from Isabela and Dolores that you were in Bogotá two weeks ago, and-"

Mirabel's expression changes into a shocked one.

"Who is it?" Bruno asks out of curiosity.

Mirabel moves her phone away so that her Abuela doesn't hear her. "It's Abuela..."

Bruno tenses, though his expression turns to an angry one.

"Give her to me." He says, already having his hand out. He has some things to say...

Mirabel nods, and gives her phone to her Tío.

"Mirabel? Are you still here?" Bruno can hear Alma ask.

"It's Bruno." He says, a hint of fury in his tone. "Why the heck are you calling?"

"Bruno..." Alma says in a scolding tone. "Can't I check up on my Nieta?"

"You didn't treat her as such when she told you about her dreams!" Bruno can't help but yell.

"I was only helping her-"

"No! You tried to force her to study and become something she didn't want! You tried to force her to become a therapist, the family's therapist!" Bruno yells, not bothering to lower his tone. "And now you want her back to be a part of your family because she's finally successful in your eyes! Don't bullshit me, Alma!"

The matriarch didn't have a chance to answer, as another voice came to her defense.

"How dare you yell at our mamá like that!" Pepa yells in her mother's defense.

"Don't act like you're any better, Pepa!" Bruno yells. "You dumped your youngest son on a child to babysit! Mirabel was ten!"

"We needed childcare!" Pepa spat. "That brat was our only option!"

"Your only free option!" Bruno yells at his sister. "You had enough money to hire a proper babysitter! But instead you dumped Antonio on your 10 year old sobrina!"

"It's the only thing that waste of space was good for!" Pepa yells.

"Once again, you could've hired a proper babysitter to care for Antonio, but you used a child instead." Bruno says as if it is a fact, which it is.

But he isn't done.

"Oh, and we can't forget about the time where you and Félix took all the kids on a vacation to Ecuador except Mirabel, leaving her behind so that she could care for your pets?! Or all those times where you purposely forgot her whenever the family ate dinner at your house?! Or when you let Isabela carelessly bully her all the time, even on her darkest days?!"

"Unlike Isabela, Luisa and my children, she's useless! Talentless!" Pepa yells, defending her favorite sobrina.

"That sounds like a you problem." Bruno says, calming down a bit. "Mirabel is the most talented and wonderful kid I have in my life and my family."

"You're playing favorites, Bruno!" Alma yells, taking over the call.

"Just like you have?" Bruno asks, pointing out his mother's hypocritical logic.

"That brat is just like you, leaving the family for your selfish and miserable dreams!" Pepa yells.

"Well, at least we're happy." Bruno says, smiling at Mirabel who's listening. "Have a nice life."

Before Pepa and Alma can yell another insult, Bruno hangs up.

"Are you okay?" He asks Mirabel, who slowly nods in response. All those insults and moments of being left out still hit her... "Don't worry, they won't be able to contact us again, or I'll drag them to court from across the country."

Mirabel can't help but smile at her Tío, appreciating what he had said to her Abuela and Tía.

#disney modern au #bruno madrigal #pepa madrigal #mirabel madrigal #alma madrigal #toaverse answers #answered ask #encanto au

[whumpzone]

Lost Property - 20

(masterpost)

Previous - Next

CW: pet whump, dehumanisation, and perhaps......... progress???

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The evening had settled over Linden and Cory with relative ease, and while neither wanted to make it too obvious, they were both watching Linden’s phone, set out like a centrepiece on the kitchen table. 

She might be waiting for me to call, thought Linden, but he knew he was lying to himself. Lydia was busier, and, well-

Mostly, Linden was worried about the call not going through. Or her picking up only to say that she couldn’t speak. He couldn’t get himself excited to talk to Col only to have it dashed. At least when she rang, he knew he’d be ready to answer.

When the phone finally rang, both Linden and Cory started visibly. Linden reached out and grabbed the phone with not entirely steady hands.

“Hi Linden.” He thought she sounded a bit breathless, like she just walked up a long flight of stairs. 

“Hi Lydia.”

“How are you doing?”

*

“We’ve been… uh… we’ve been good, actually. Coriander is very… nice. No trouble at all. We’ve been taking it easy and we just had some dinner.” Linden paused. “Oh, and it seems like he really likes my cat.” Lydia thought she could hear a smile in his voice at that. 

She felt a sudden surge of longing at the homely image that Cory and a cat conferred, enough to feel weak in her knees. Tears suddenly pricking at the corners of her eyes at the thought of familiarity and warmth, rather than this sterile hotel room and the large, frightened man she didn’t know. Get a grip, she told herself sternly. Keep it together. She took a deep breath, and aimed for a light tone of voice. 

“Cory likes the cat,” she relayed to Col, glancing over and trying to give him a reassuring smile, but he didn’t meet her eye

“How was your day?” Linden asked.

“Our day was fine,” Lydia said. “Colton and I went to the panel I was booked to speak at today. He was-” she considered whether to be honest, or to put it nicely, “-a bit nervous, but it went fine, and then-”

“Wait, hang on.” 

Linden was silent for a few seconds after his interruption. Just as Lydia started to wonder if the connection had gone bad, he said, “You took Col to a… like, a conference? How many people were there?”

“I’m not sure, maybe a hundred and fifty people or so? But he didn’t sit in the crowd, he sat behind me on-”

“He was up on the stage?! Oh my god, is he okay? Put him on the phone, now, please, I have to speak to him.”

Lydia felt a stab of annoyance. She knew Linden didn’t trust her (she sure as heck didn’t trust him either), but she was genuinely trying her best with Col, and his voice was dripping with accusation. The surge of anger was enough to replace her earlier despondency. “No, give me a minute, let me explain myself. It was the stage or the audience, would you have preferred I leave him outside in the corridor? Or put him in with the crowd?”

“I told you he’s not used to new people, you don’t know what he’s been through.” Linden’s anger, though still present, had already toned down, and Lydia guessed that he wasn’t the argumentative type. 

Lydia exhaled, and glanced over at Col once more. His eyes were glued to the floor, scared enough just from hearing Lydia’s side of the conversation. She felt a pang of guilt from speaking about him as if he wasn’t even there. 

His scars were as unavoidable as ever. She really didn’t know what he’d been through, not at all, but it had undoubtedly been terrible. Terrible, and prolonged. She looked away before he could catch her staring.

“You’re right. I’m sorry, Linden. I had to carry on with work as usual, but maybe it wasn’t the right choice to make him come along. I just didn’t think that leaving him alone in the hotel room all day was right- or safe. But I am glad he came… he got to see so much more of the city, and I promise that everyone was kind to him. And then, after-”

Col suddenly looked up, his eyes blown wide. She bit her tongue. Of course. A pet lashing out like that, for whatever reason, would not go down well with most pet owners.

She knew that the look on his face was one of horror, rather than a silent attempt at begging. She knew, however sad it made her, that Col would not dare beg for her to keep quiet about this. He was merely bracing himself for the consequences. 

“Yeah?” Linden prompted.

“Ah, then after we came straight back. I think we were both tired out. So he was okay, honestly.”

She didn’t look at Col. She didn’t want to make it seem like he owed her for this.

*

Linden pushed a hand through his hair, scrunching it and letting it fall across his face. Surely a callous pet owner wouldn’t bother apologising? Not like that, anyway. They might have said don’t worry, he didn’t get damaged or he didn’t do anything worth punishing.

“Okay. I’d still like to speak to him, please.”

“Of course,” Lydia said, and Linden listened to the sounds of the phone changing hands with anticipation.

“Hello, Sir.”

Col’s voice was frail- he sounded exhausted. Linden was hardly surprised. 

“Col, oh Col, you poor thing, god I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry that happened. All those people. You were brave, weren’t you?”

“I… I did as I was told, Sir. I didn’t m-make trouble.” 

“It’s okay,” he soothed, wishing he could hold one of his scarred hands. Beside him, Cory waited patiently, eyes on the floor. Linden had to push the guilt away, reminding himself that Cory would get a chance to speak in just a few moments. “You were so good. Lydia thought you did great, up there.”

He paused, exhaling. 

“It was scary, wasn’t it? Probably really scary. I want you to know that there’s no time limit on being upset. You can cry when you need to, okay, sweet?”

“Thank you, Sir. I, um, I’m looking forward to seeing you again.”

Linden’s heart felt like it would burst. Hearing that, unprompted, meant the world. “Me too, so much, so much. Are you happy for me to pass the phone to Cory, and you pass it to Lydia?”

“Of course, Sir, goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” Linden concluded warmly.

Cory couldn’t quite hide the way his face lit up as the phone was passed to him. He ducked his head in gratitude as he picked it up.

-

As it had the night before, hearing Cory’s voice instantly soothed Lydia’s worries. He was okay- she had known he would be, more or less, but hearing him made it all the more real. His familiar voice made her feel better, too. As if he steadied her after the frightful encounter in the street. Lydia had to take a breath to keep her voice from shaking. 

“Cory, how are you?”

“Hello, Miss Lydia, this pet is fine, Sir is still being so kind, a-and generous.”

“Yeah?” She wanted to ask if he could give her a sign, if he’d say something to alert her if something was wrong, but it still felt too risky. She didn’t even know if the phone was on loudspeaker or not. “Well done, Cory. You’re doing very well, you know that?”

“If, if it isn’t too troublesome, might this pet hear about your trip, when you are back?”

“I wish you-” she stopped herself, suddenly mindful of Col next to her. Of course she wished Cory were here instead of him, but that could so easily be misinterpreted. “Don’t worry, there will be more trips in the future. You would love it, I think. And I will tell you all about it very soon, when I see you.”

She didn’t think that he sounded freshly abused and in pain. There were no shaking breaths or fearful whimpers. He sounded- he sounded like himself.

“T-thank you, Miss Lydia, this pet cannot wait.”

“I’m gonna say goodnight for now, Cory. You’re doing so well, and I’m thinking about you all the time.”

“Goodnight, Miss Lydia, this pet is so grateful. It will keep on doing its best.” 

Lydia almost hung up, but then remembered she should probably be polite and wish Linden a goodnight, too. He seemed to have the same idea, since she could hear the mobile changing hands again. In the brief interim, she turned to Col.

“You’ve said goodnight to Linden, haven’t you?” A quick nod. “Why don’t you go into the bathroom first, and get ready for bed?”

Col complied and disappeared into the bathroom. She focused her attention back to the voice down the phone.

“Well, it’s our bedtime over here. We’re both… I mean, I’m sure you won’t be surprised to hear that we’re both tired after the big day. I am sorry about that,” she said, earnestly. “Truly. But he’s okay.”

“Yeah, he sounded okay. Just a little tired and shaken, I think.” 

Lydia was struck by how similar her thought process had been with Cory. Their pet’s voices were all they had to go on. Well, that and each other’s testimonies. 

“I hope you and Cory sleep well. Goodnight, Linden.”

“Goodnight- oh, Lydia?”

“Yeah?”

“I do understand, about earlier. The conference. It wasn’t ideal, but- but leaving him at the hotel all day would have been a drastic choice too, really,” he murmured. “I just want what’s best for him, you know?”

He sounded so….authentic. She knew she was taking a risk, but something pushed her forward, making her ask what she’d wanted to ask since first laying eyes on the pet. 

“All of Colton’s scars. You didn’t give them to him, did you?”

“Oh,” Linden gasped, barely audible. “No, no I didn’t. That’s how he came to me. That’s… yeah.”

“Same for me and Cory. Huh. Well, goodnight then.”

“Okay, goodnight.”

She put the phone on the table and frowned. Had she uncovered something, or had she simply confirmed that Linden owned a second-hand pet? Was Linden truly in the same situation as she was, or had she been right before, when she thought he might have just finished training his pet so severely?

She could hear the tap running. What mattered now was making sure Colton and her could sleep after such an evening.

-

Linden tucked his phone away, and smiled.

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taglist part 1:

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#lydia and linden #lost property #pet whump #enjoy!!! i like this chapter a lot

[kousaka-ayumu]

Christmas Fic day 3: JamiAzu

Warnings: yandere Azul, spoilers for chapter 4 of the main story, spoilers for the vignettes, yandere content, stalking, kidnapping, and blackmail, implied unwanted sex.

Mention ships: Malleus X Ace

Flashback

"I've always admired your work, you know. Scarabia is lucky to have a vice-dorm leader as competent as you."

"Grade-wise, you show no outstanding weaknesses in classroom learning, applied lessons, or PE. Even I'm miserable at something-namely flight and magic."

"But you? You're almost impressively middle-of-the-road in all regards. It's almost like you prefer to keep it that way..."

Flashback ends

The octopus boy laid on a bed smiling at the photo of the black haired boy, the boy in question is Jamil Viper.

Azul smiled- well bit more lovesickly at the photo.

To put it startly Azul has been curious about Jamil since their freshman year. He noticed that Jamil's been maintaining a perfect score in the middle in his studies, which made Azul suspect that there's more to Jamil's personality. He confirms this through the plot of the whole Scarabia incident, where he's able to observe Jamil's behaviour more, remarking that Jamil perfected the art of feigning defeat. He also tells Jamil that he believes the two of them would get along well, and even asks if he would like to transfer to Octavinelle - something that Jamil promptly refuses.

He is deeply- no he is madly in love with the Vice-dorm leader of Scarabia, too put it simply he is thee god dam yandere for the black haired boy.

He always dreamed about Jamil every night, wishing for the black haired boy to be in his arms, for Jamil to be with him forever and ever until the end. 'He. Will. Be, mine..' He thought to himself as he drift to sleep.

The next day

After another basketball practice Jamil was about to get changed into his uniform and went back to Scarabia until.

"Umihebi-kun." A voice called out, Ace and Jamil noticed Floyd walking towards them more specifically Jamil and handed him an invitation. "Azul told me told me to invited you to the Monstro Lounge at 9:00 PM." The energetic eel said and left, leaving Ace and Jamil confused.

"What the heck was that?" The ginger haired boy asked, "I don't know but what ever it is, I have a feeling that he's is up to no good, say shouldn't you be on a date with Malleus-senpai now." The black haired boy said reminded Ace of his date with the fae prince, Ace jolts "Oh great seven!" The ginger haired boy yelled out, getting change to his uniform when Jamil notices Ace have a some sort of a love mark on the back of his neck but didn't question it when Ace have left.

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9:00 PM at Monstro Lounge

Jamil arrived at the Monstro Lounge, for the first time in his life he was nervous 'What does Azul want with me? I swear to the great seven if he wanted me to transfer to Octavinelle again, I refuse it!' He thought angerly to himself, just before he could say anything he was knocked out.

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He woke up in some sort of a room, well an unfamiliar room to say the least, he looked up and saw Azul petting his hair.

"Ah, you're awake so early." The octopus boy said in a surprisingly soft voice "You should sleep a lot more, you have history class tomorrow, it's 1:00 am." He said "How did I get here? My voice.. It's so weird." The black haired boy said softly, then he remembers something.

He arrived at the Monstro Lounge last night, and got knocked out "You planned this?!" He said softly but angerly to Azul, "Yes, I did planned this, I always mad whenever you with Kalim, you always have to take care of him like a mom, he always depended on you. I admit that's pretty cute but the thing is that.. I wanted you to be mine." He said to Jamil's ear "But, if you didn't I guess I have to hurt Kalim." He said, the last part made the black haired boy freak out.

Although he hated the white haired boy, he did cared for him, and he didn't want anything bad happen to him after what had happened in his childhood(I just saw a comment on AO3 saying "for some reason i just imagined a Jamil with a pesonallity like kanade otonokoji from SDA2, terrifying image" terrifying is it?).

Jamil had thought about it now, 1st he don't wanted to become Azul's lover and 2nd if he didn't then tue octopus boy might hurt Kalim.

"I.. Became your lover.." He whisper under his breath but Azul had heard and was happy for it...

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It was Christmas and everyone was having the day of their lives with their loved ones well only Azul have forced Jamil to become his lover.

The snake was now in the tentacles(get your mind off of the gutter) of the octopus.

❃The End❃

#twisted wonderland #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #jamil viper #azul ashengrotto #jamil x azul #yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere azul ashengrotto #twst

[bonerismsblog]

Hi all!!! My name is Stella, and here’s my icebreaker post!!!

What country are you from?

I’m from the United States.

Age?

I’m 18!!!

Pronouns? (He,her, them etc)

She/her please.

Tell us how you first became interested in paganism and witchcraft

Well I don’t remember much of this as I was a young child (about 9) and I was raised southern Baptist but the religion never really “fit” with me. I remember one day I don’t remember exactly how but I came across the concept of Wicca (I now identify as pagan not Wiccan but this is how I got my start) and learned that it was not about worshipping Satan as my church had told me (although if you do worship satan that’s cool too lmao) but it was actually about nature and the energy of the universe. I was so fascinated by it that I spent hours reading about it and then browsing a witchcraft supply store. I then found out that there was a Wiccan store near where I lived and I begged my mom to go and surprisingly she agreed. I bought a fairy wish spell jar and have been interested in witchcraft ever since.

What astrology sign are you?

A Taurus!!

What is your personality like?

Ummmm I’m not really sure lol. I would describe myself as anxious and occasionally funny.

What is your favourite colour?

Pink!!!

What is your path like?

I would describe myself as an eclectic pagan.

How long have you been practicing?

Consistently about 4 years!!

Any pet peeves?

When I don’t have weird ingredients I need for spells. Like one time I needed anthill dirt for a money spell and it said specifically that there was no substitute for anthill dirt and I was like who the heck just has that laying around and so I went out and I was like well time to get bit by ants for some dirt I guess lmao.

Are you a solitary witch?

Yes but I’d like to join a coven someday.

What are you interested in?

Right now I’m very into tarot.

What skills do you possess?

I consider myself pretty good with herbal magick and herbal remedies.

Do you have any hobbies?

I like art, video games, anime and animals.

What would you like to learn more about?

Mostly I would like to learn more a couple specific deity’s that I feel are calling to me but I don’t really know how to work with.

Do you work with a deity?(deities)

I work mainly with Artemis and Freya.

Favorite Witchy show, movie, etc

Owl house!!! (If that counts lol)

A book you'd like to recommend

Solitary witch by silver ravenwolf and a witches bible by Janet and Stuart Farrar.

It’s so nice to meet you all!!!!

#icebreaker #wicca #witchcraft #pagan #eclectic wicca #pagan wicca #wiccablr #wiccan #pagan witch #pagans of tumblr #paganblr #paganism #pagan blog #pagan community #witch community #witchblr

[queeniecook]

"Full Circle" - Part 1

I had an amazing time with Pak for his Birthday.

So why did I have to dream of him?

I didn't understand it. It hurt, seeing him even in dream form. Why did I dream of him after one of the best days of my life?

I handled it like any sane person would do. I put on something pretty and went on a walk around town. I harvested some mushrooms and thought things over. Maybe it was my subconscious' way of telling me to careful with my heart. To remind me of what can happen. Or maybe it was trying to get me to finally deal with the whole Brandon thing. So I could have a chance to move forward with my life. I was going to end up alone and childless if I didn't let anyone in.

Later on that day, Pak came over for our weekly Yoga and Meditation get together.

"You seem....distracted." He said to me. I guess I had been quiet and not really paying attention to his story about some old lady's pet lizard being stuck in a tree.

I bit my bottom lip and thought about telling him about my dream and about some of my past.

He grasped my hand, squeezing it gently. "Hey, whatever it is...if you want to talk about it. I'll listen." He offered.

I was on the verge of tears. He was being very supportive and sweet. It was hard me to try to say something about Brandon. I had never really talked about it, to anyone. Except a few things to Cleo. Besides telling Pak that things ended badly with someone in the past. That was as close as I had gotten.

"I had a dream this morning....about my ex whatever he was." I told him softly. I blew out a breath and felt a few tears escape my eyes.

Pak wiped away my tears with his fingers. He remained quiet, giving me a chance to speak if I wanted to.

"I wasn't expecting it. The dream. Especially after the great time we had yesterday." I said, managing a small smile. Yesterday's memories were good. "But he pops up every now and then. I hate it. I haven't even seen him in a few years and he's still ruining my life." I told Pak, sniffling. "It's not fair. Hasn't he done enough? I loved him so much. I would have done almost anything for him and he just...." I trailed off and stared into space, beyond Pak's shoulder. I was starting to feel numb. "I waited for him. In so many ways." I whispered. And I had. I waited for him that night. I waited for him for years, for him to notice me beyond friendship. I hadn't realized it at the time, but I had even waited for him when it came to my virginity.

Pak hugged me tightly, but not enough to hurt me. I clung to him and closed my eyes, taking comfort in the hug. In him. He rubbed my back gently. We stood there like that for minutes. I wasn't sure how long.

I was the one to break the hug. I looked at him and before I could stop myself...

I kissed him. I wasn't sure why I did, just that I wanted to. It was a few moments before my brain really caught up with what I had done and I tried to pull away.

But he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer to him, not letting the kiss end. He was kissing me back. More than that, he was showing me that he wasn't rejecting me. That he wanted to kiss me too.

We probably would have gone on kissing, if his phone hadn't rung. He was on call for his job that night. We parted and he grabbed his phone, staring me down as I tried to wrap my head around what just happened.

"I have to go in, one of the dolphins is in labor." He told me.

I nodded, I was kind of disappointed. But it was probably a good thing. I might have gotten carried away. I wasn't thinking straight. But I did know for sure that I wanted to kiss Pak again. That I enjoyed it. It made me happy.

Pak grabbed me and dipped me. I let out a very unladylike scream.

"What are you doing?!" I asked him, shocked.

"Sweeping you off your feet." He replied, smirking.

He gave me one heck of a goodbye kiss. He eventually let me stand back up and promised he'd text later, before leaving.

"I am so screwed." I muttered to myself after he left. I just stood there for a while, stunned stupid. I couldn't believe that had just happened. But for some reason, I couldn't get rid of the smile on my face. I was getting in deep. But that night, I didn't seem to care.

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#the grant legacy #ts4 legacy #evie grant #paka'a uha #brandon puggles #generation 1 #ts4 #sims4 #simsstories #ts4 story #sims4 story #sims4 storytelling