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on-leatheredwings · 3 months

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Sleepover

Yandere! Damian Wayne x (Fem!) Reader

romantic > summary: During a sleepover, Damian makes his first foray into infatuation. > word count: 1605 > [ a/n: i just love writing from the yandere’s point of view! Damian is 19 or college-age here. honestly not much plot, just musings~ i will try to write from the Darling’s POV next time hehe.]

This must be love.

“Wow, Damian… I’ve never noticed but your nails are so pretty,” you compliment, satisfied with the boy’s upkeep. Damian feels his heart thrumming against his ribcage. You are holding his hand.

Not for the first time either, but the thrill never fades.

If this had occurred a year ago, before Damian learned of how casual (generous, even!) you were physical affection, he might have dumbly stated, “You’re holding my hand.” Instead, he simply thinks it, on loop, in one long string.

You’re holding my hand. You’re holding my hand. You’re holding my hand.

Unbeknownst to all this, you simply paint his forefinger with a stripe of green so dark it looks black.

“If we’re going to do this, it’ll be by my rules,” he had said.

In reality, if you needled him any harder, he would’ve accepted pink nails with glitter on them. Who cares? There wasn’t anyone who dared to make fun of him at school. Not to mention, it’d be obvious to everyone that you painted them. You'd be marking him as yours, essentially. And at night… well, Robin wears gloves.

“Hn. How so?” Damian asks with feigned coolness. Mainly because he wants to hear you praise him. In your hushed, awed voice. When he dreams, you often sound like that. (And he quickly pushes that thought away.)

You look at him pointedly, grinning. Oh, he’s not so slick. You acquiesce to his whims anyway.

“Your cuticles are impeccable and your nails are finely trimmed… I’m impressed. Don’t you do martial arts, too? Crazy they aren’t more dinged up.”

Martial arts. That was supposed to explain his abnormal strength and fighting capability, the one time you saw him nearly break a man’s wrist for trying to pickpocket you.

You accepted the excuse with only a little suspicion.

“It’s simple grooming.”

A catlike grin forms on your face. “Hm~ I don’t knowwww… Seems like you may be trying to catch the eye of a girl – you know, girls look at stuff like that.”

Damian frowns.

He’s infatuated but not delusional. He’s aware this ‘sleepover’ is pretty platonic on your end. After nails, it’ll be skin care. Maybe you’ll even do your makeup and take goofy pictures with him. You’ll laugh and platonically huddle against him during a movie. You may doze off on his shoulder while he’ll be committing your every dewy, moisturized pore to memory.

Because of Damian’s (self-admitted) social awkwardness with your peers, you think that gives you some sort of elder sibling-esque edge on him. You are the social butterfly, leading a naive, but well-meaning social pariah through the perils of young adult life. You don’t know you are so much more naive than he is, and he adores that.

Rather than addressing the question, he snorts. “When are you going to turn on the movie?”

You hum, completing his nail’s first coat. “Oh yeah, that’s right!” You grab the remote and press play. You continue painting, gingerly admiring his long, golden brown digits. Damian preens at the attention.

As the movie plays, you pause often to look up and gape at the screen. It’s a horror flick, and boasts an abundance of cartoonish gore. While a bit more sensational than something he’d put on, he likes your dark taste. An annoying teenager gets their head hacked off with a chainsaw. You laugh and Damian feels his heart sing.

There’s a chime that rings through Wayne Manor, and he has to bite back a groan.

“Pizza’s here!” you cheer. You begin to get up when Damian whips out his card in an instant.

“I’ll pay.” To his delight, you gape in surprise, cheeks warming.

“Oh… Thanks, Damian!” You never quite get used to him paying for things, but you at least know by now not to argue. You grab his credit card and – thank God – your fingers brush against each other. It sends the most pleasant trill down his spine. “Since you’re paying, I’ll go bring it! I won’t be long.”

A corner of his lips quirk. “I’ll be pleasantly surprised if it gets back to this room at all.” You stick out your tongue on the way out.

As soon as he hears your footsteps disappear down the hall – such clumsy, loud steps – Damian’s attention falls to the messenger bag you threw to the ground of his bedroom. He knows your diary is in there. (In his mind, he can hear you protest, It’s a journal!)

He’ll be quick. He flips open to a random page, and he already is laughing at your writing style. There’s little care for capitalizing letters and full of what you explained are “emoticons”, despite being handwritten. He flips to today’s entry, half-finished.

February 01.

there’s a guy in class who’s pretty cute… one may even say HOT xP

Damian’s jaw tightens. He knows exactly who you’re talking about, and he won’t allow that neanderthal anywhere near you. At least, not again. Yesterday, you told him that your crush had smiled at you. Brushed fingers with you when passing papers. In the only class you have without Damian.

(Also, “your crush,” he scoffs. What a juvenile concept. You and Damian share something much deeper. His feelings for you are not so trivial.)

The semester is still young. Damian can pull any string to land himself in your anthropology class.

The rest of your entry for today (and the past days prior) isn’t anything notable except for when he’s mentioned.

stressful day, but at least i have tonight with damian to cheer me up. he’s seriously the best …. i should tell him more often !!! (but it’d give him an even bigger head)

He doesn’t even attempt to stop the smile splitting his face.

Damian’s keen hearing catches you striking up a conversation with Alfred in the kitchen. Despite your promise, he knows you will, indeed, take long. You love talking to everyone, even in passing. It’s an admirable quality, and one he envies.

He unlocks your phone and rifles through some messages of yours. He uses his own phone for documentation purposes. What else is there to do… He spies your jacket on his bed.

There is a shameful thought and Damian’s heart skips a beat. It is… frankly, it’s humiliating as a concept. Yet he’s enticed. It’s your jacket, after all. He brings it to his face delicately and inhales, almost shyly. Once he catches the familiar scent of your body wash, however, he allows himself to breathe it in. After being lost in it for a few seconds, he rips it away.

Only to see his father standing in his doorframe.

He knows what this looks like. Damian knows what this looks like. After years of working with the man, Damian can hear his thoughts as if they were his own, as they happen.

Damian just smelled your clothes. Even if it was investigative in nature, he could’ve retrieved a sample some other way. Someone’s personal journal is open on the floor. A phone that he knows is not Damian’s is unlocked and displaying text messages. All these things are splayed out in a circle around him. It’s uncharacteristically messy of him, as well. Damian’s own phone is actively on his camera. Was he taking pictures? And most notable is the absence of you.

In summary? Damian must have some interest in you. And by this sloppy job, it’s quite emotionally charged. And at his age, it’s likely romantic.

Damian’s skin rises to what feels like a boiling heat. What is Father going to say? He can’t stop him – he can’t. Damian doesn’t even want to talk about it, let alone be reprimanded. A feral need to escape bubbles underneath his skin. Despite the panic, he channels years of League training and hardens himself.

Bruce watches his son’s expression morph from dazed, to fearful, to steel, in real time. From Damian’s seat on the floor he offers his father only silent defiance. Bruce knows his son, his darker needs that stem from his cruel childhood. And perhaps he should’ve expected this to happen someday. Bruce exhales, eyes closing. When they reopen, his slate-grey eyes are firm and hard.

“No one gets hurt.”

And by that, Bruce means no one dies. Because Bruce and Damian are Batman and Robin – they’re all in the business of hurting people. People who deserve it, yes, but it’s still hurt. Pain.

Damian feels immense relief. He wouldn’t have killed his father – he’s not that boy anymore. But a life without you seems similarly unbearable. Damian feels… shaken. He doesn’t know what he would’ve done. He also feels grateful, that it didn’t turn out any other way.

His eyes drop to the jacket he holds in a fist.

“... Yes. Thank you, Father.” Bruce’s gaze lingers, but he leaves wordlessly.

This encounter reminds Damian of who he is. He is a detective, vigilante, assassin, and creature of stealth. He can’t be this careless, even if he knows you won’t notice.

Damian returns your belongings to their place, exactly how you left it. Diary back in your bag, jacket to where you were lounging, your phone underneath a pillow, because you carelessly tossed it aside. You’ll inevitably begin to look for it and he’ll grin once he places it in your hand.

You finally return to his room, two pizza boxes of deluxe cheese (for him) and pepperoni (for you) in your arms. You laugh sheepishly.

“Sorry for the wait, Dami.” His heart skitters at the nickname.

“It’s fine.” Your eyes glitter with excitement and optimism and purity. He finds it hard to look away, you raining down a gaze like that upon him.

“I was waiting for you.”

#yandere damian wayne #damian wayne x reader #yandere batfam #damian wayne #yandere damian wayne x reader #wish this was better but idc #its fun to just write u know :)#mine

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randxmthxughts · 1 year

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your lips, my lips, apocalypse - neteyam x omaticaya ! reader

summary: when y/n hangs out with the women at the lab and decides to put on lipstick to feel pretty, her friends start to make fun of her. but not neteyam, he thinks she looks cute

contains: fluff, fluff, FLUFF, fluffy Neteyam, bf!Neteyam, bf material

wc: 1k

a/n: basically, i’ve been thinking about the sully kids hanging around the labs all the time and being fascinated with normal human stuff, especially with the makeup. then i saw this trend on tiktok, and i find it so cute and adorable, i wanted to do something similar with neteyam. so don’t thank me for the extra neteyam fluff you’re getting today… actually, do thank me please, i love the encouragement ♡

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Whenever the Sully kids would visit the science facility, you were always there to tag along. At first, it was because Neteyam had to keep an eye on his siblings, and you were basically attached by the hip to him. But as your visits became more frequent, you found yourself growing fascinated with the things humans brought with them from the Earth. The small gadgets they used, the clothes they wore, but especially the makeup. You could sit and watch women fixing up their makeup for hours. The way they would open their mouths while coating their eyelashes with thick black paint, or the way they’d change the color of their lips every time you saw them. One time you even noticed marks of the said colors on one of the men in the lab, and while the others found it gross, your heart fluttered at the thought of leaving similar marks on Neteyam.

"Do you want to try it?" Marissa nodded at you through the mirror, as she finished applying her bright red lipstick, "Come on, it will be fun."

You hesitate for a second before nodding your head in agreement. The idea of seeing yourself with painted lips has always intrigued you. Marissa stands up to level herself with you and holds up two lipsticks, one is bright red - the one she's wearing, the other one is pink.

"Which one do you want?"

When you catch your reflection in the mirror for the first time, you can't help but break out into a giddy smile. The pink lipstick on your lips makes them appear bolder on your face, and your eyes are instinctively drawn to them. Marissa watches your reaction with a grin and compliments you on how beautiful you look. You too feel special, the same way you feel special when you dress up for celebrations.

You jump to your feet soon after, eager to find your friends and show off your new look. But your heart shatters into a thousand of pieces when you see their confused faces. Spider and Kiri stare at you with widened eyes, and when Lo'ak follows their gaze to you, he bursts into laughter.

"Lo’ak, shut up," Kiri slaps her brother but it is too late.

"It just looks... weird," Spider adds with a whisper.

You squirm under their stares and make your way towards the exit, eager to get away. But your plans are quickly derailed when you bump into Neteyam. You don’t want him to see you like this.

"Whoa, where are you rushing off to?" Neteyam asks, as he places his hands on your shoulders. You hang your head low, avoiding his gaze.

"Nowhere," you mumble, trying to shake him off. "I'm going home. Just let me."

"What's wrong, yawne?" Neteyam lifts your chin up with his fingers.

You watch as his pupils widen when he catches a sight of pink on your lips. Your eyes threaten with tears, and your lip starts quivering involuntarily out of embarrassment. Surely, he must think you look ugly too. Before Neteyam can even open his mouth, you storm out of the facility.

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When Neteyam sees you quietly sobbing in your hammock, his chest tightens with ache. After finding out the way his siblings reacted to you earlier and scolding them for hurting his beloved, he practically ran to talk to you.

"Yawne," Neteyam says softly before scooching himself in your hammock.

As you try to wipe away the tears of shame, Neteyam beats you to it, his hands gently cupping your cheeks. You know he hates it when you cry, always blaming himself for it. His face grimaces with pain, while he tries to dry the wetness off your skin.

Neteyam's gaze then shifts to your lips, and you cringe, remembering that you still had the stupid lipstick on.

"I forgot to wipe it off," you mumble, embarrassed.

"Leave it. I want you to keep it on."

"But I look ugly with it," you sniff.

"Nothing can ever make you look ugly, syulang," Neteyam leans in, nuzzling your face, "I think you look very pretty."

"You truly mean it? The others were laughing at me..."

"They are stupid children," he scoffs.

"They are."

"You know I don't like it when you're upset,” Neteyam pulls away slightly to look at you, his voice soft and soothing as he speaks, "Will you please smile for me?"

His words make you feel giddy, knowing that he speaks to you in a way that he doesn't with anyone else. You smile right away, eager to please him. He can’t help but smile back.

"Can I kiss you?" he asks cautiously, "I don't want to mess up your lipstick."

"I have a better idea," you chuckle.

You lean in towards Neteyam, and instead of kissing his lips, you plant a soft one on the corner of his mouth. His lips twitch at your touch, but he patiently lets you take your time. Pulling away slightly, you examine the lipstick mark you left on his skin. It’s a little faint, so you press another kiss to his cheek, this time harder. Then another one to his temple, and his forehead. Neteyam laughs under you, fully aware of the kiss marks you’re now leaving all over him. Finally, when his hands catch you by the waist and pull you onto his lap, you can't help but admire your work. Neteyam beams at you, his face and neck covered in pink marks of your lips.

"You’re done now?" he asks, noting your satisfied grin.

"Hmm, I think that’s enough," you tease, "Now everybody will know that you’re mine."

"Everybody already knows that, yawne," Neteyam grins, "Now can you finally kiss me on the lips?"

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theaudacitytowrite · 4 months

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Stay Awake! - Part 1

Materlist

Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

A/N: An attempt at a spooky fic:) This is based on a creepy story my siblings used to tell me when we were little and back then it scared the shit out of me. Whether it really is scary is debatable^^

Time wise it starts a day before Halloween.

Also, since I only started watching SPN (on S4 currently) I'm quite sure this might be a bit off timeline wise. For example I needed an animal for the story but I have no idea when/how long Mircale is around in the series.

warnings: dolls, cursing, implied smut, bad horror (Season 1-esque storyline), Canon? What's that?

Golden divider = new day

black dividers = new setting/some time has passed

word count: 5.891

Dean’s feet lazily dragged over the ground. He groaned and huffed, sometimes a yawn would leave his throat.

„Come on, big boy. Let’s try it here.” you dragged him behind you while holding his hand so he would actually follow you.

You stepped up to the bed and breakfast, a rustic little single-family house. Dean and you were in desperate need of a place to stay the night. You had just finished a gruelling hunt and were beyond exhausted. But so far you hadn’t had any luck. All the motels in the area were booked.

“We can just sleep in Baby,” Dean muttered groggily.

“So you can whine about your sore back for the next couple of days?” you looked over your shoulder to look at him with a raised brow, “No thanks.”

"I wanna go home! My feet hurt, my back aches already and I'm tired! We've been on our feet the past 3 days!" he whined, pouting like a little overtired child.

“I know, my feet hurt just as bad and I’ve been awake just as long as you, you little baby.” you teased, “And I want to go home, too, but I don’t think it would be a good idea to drive another 5 hours to get home, while you nor I can keep our eyes open.” Dean grumbled but seemed to follow you more willingly now as he heard your reasoning.

When you entered the B&B a foul smell made its way to your nose immediately. It was sweet yet sour at the same time. You were surrounded by weird-looking paintings, figurines, and a collection of creepy dolls. It was quite dusty and weirdly gloomy in the house, and something just didn't feel right.

"Since when are bed and breakfasts worse than motels?" Dean muttered into your ear as he tried to not touch anything while walking through the small, crammed foyer to head to the unoccupied front desk.

"I don't know. We rarely visit bed and breakfasts." you shrugged as you let your gaze wander through the odd room. Dean scrunched his nose and almost pressed himself against you as he followed you like a shadow.

"Something wrong?" you glanced at him with an amused look.

"Nah." he shook his head and took a step back, "Just hurry up and ring the bell, so we can leave again."

“Leave again? You don’t think they have any vacant rooms?” you chuckled, “You’re so pessimistic.”

“I hope they have no free rooms.” Dean huffed.

"We have to tell Sam about this cosy little B&B. He'll love it here!" you snickered as your eyes roamed over the décor.

"He sure would…" Dean pressed his lips together, trying to breathe as little as possible. He bumped into you when you suddenly halted your steps, your gaze fixed on the fireplace in the next room.

"Do you see that doll?" you pointed in the direction of the fireplace. On top of it sat a little wooden doll with a rancid-looking dress. What caught your attention was, besides her size of an actual baby, her fluent movements. The doll seemed to wave in your direction, a wide grin plastered on her face.

"You mean that spawn of hell that creepily waves at us?" Dean dryly asked.

“Mhm… unnerving.” you hummed, completely focused on the doll.

„Good evening!“ the warm voice of an elderly woman suddenly chimed up, making you and Dean jump. “Oh dear, I didn’t mean to scare the two of you.”

“All good.” you chuckled, clutching your heart.

“How can I help the two of you?” the woman smiled endearingly.

“We were wondering if you still have a room available for one night. We tried every motel and hotel, but they’re all booked.”

“Yes, my dear. We still have enough rooms.” the woman quickly looked through her little notebook, “We got two with single beds and another free one with a double.”

“I wonder why…” Dean muttered next to you, earning a swift nudge from your elbow into his ribs.

“We would love to take the one with the double bed.” you smiled sweetly at the woman.

After checking in the old woman led you to your room. To your relief, the room itself was much brighter and less smelly than the foyer. And even the number of dolls was drastically lower and the décor was much more modern.

“Heh… weird.” Dean chuckled as he looked through the room.

“What?” you hummed as you rummaged through your bag.

“Isn’t that the doll that sat on the fireplace downstairs?” Dean inclined his head as he approached the doll that sat on an old commode.

“Maybe she got two?” you shrugged, heading into the bathroom to take a shower.

"Mhm." was Dean's only response as he inspected the doll. It seemed like there were no mechanics at all. Still, her motions were so fluent and lively. Dean carefully picked her up to not break her. He pulled away the crunchy feeling fabric as he searched for the battery pocket but couldn't find one, no matter where he looked.

"Must be some kind of solar thing," he murmured to himself and shrugged. He plucked down the little dress the doll was wearing when an idea popped into his mind, a mischievous grin spreading on his lips.

As you returned from the shower half an hour later and opened the door without suspecting anything bad, you jumped immediately.

“For fucks sake, Dean!” you growled as the doll sat in front of the bathroom door, smiling sympathetically at you as she waved. Dean meanwhile was giggling while lying on the bed, elated that he had scared you successfully.

“Got you!” he cackled triumphantly, making you roll your eyes at him.

“You're lucky I love you.” you grumbled.

“I know.” he smiled sweetly, before heading for a shower himself, pecking your cheek swiftly as he passed you. "Shouldn't have let your guard down..."

The two of you soon settled down in bed, overripe for a good night’s sleep. Dean was out almost immediately as his head hit the pillow. You on the other hand seemed not so lucky.

You lay wide awake in the bed, not knowing why. All you wanted to do was sleep. Maybe it was the unfamiliar surroundings, maybe it was the rest of the adrenaline from the hunt that still ran through your veins. And it didn’t help that Dean was felling trees right next to you. One day you’d smother him if he wouldn’t get that snore checked out.

You jumped slightly when there was a soft thud echoing through the room. You glanced at the clock that stood on the bedside table. A few minutes past 3a.m. You glanced at Dean who was still fast asleep, completely unbothered by the sound. He really was exhausted.

You sat up in the bed and scanned the room. You chuckled when you realised that your duffle bag had fallen from a chair onto the ground. You lay back down and sigh, trying to give sleep another try. You nuzzled against Dean who quickly encased you in a hug, pulling you against his chest. You hummed contently and finally managed to drift off to sleep.

The next morning you and Dean woke up early, quickly throwing everything into your bags before you zipped them up and quickly checked out.

The old woman wasn’t too thrilled that you declined her breakfast buffet which consisted of off-colour sausages and weirdly looking eggs. She was appeased when Dean and you at least took a bread roll each before saying your goodbyes and hurrying out of the smelly B&B.

As soon as Baby rounded the corner, you threw out the stale bread rolls in favour of stopping at a drive-in to get a quick breakfast that wouldn’t get stuck in your throat and take you out.

It was around noon when Dean and you finally arrived back at the bunker, and you quickly started to get your bags out of the car and restock the ammunition and the rest of your weapon arsenal. You'd had a lot to get done, unpacking your dirty clothes to get them washed and repacking the bags for the next hunt as soon as possible. This had been all you've been doing lately, hurrying from one case to another without getting a real break.

When you wandered into the bedroom and opened your duffle bag you almost fainted.

“DEAN! What the fuck!?” you screamed enraged.

“What?” Dean looked at you innocently as he entered your shared room.

“Don’t look at me all innocent!” you scolded him, “You know exactly what you did!”

“As much as I want to take the praise for it, …I don’t.” Dean dryly replied, smiling at you tight-lipped.

“Then please enlighten me how else this freakish thing appeared in my bag!” you pointed into your bag in which the doll from the B&B laid neatly on top of your belongings.

“Dunno.” Dean shrugged, “I swear, Y/N. I didn’t put it in there. It must’ve fallen over when we packed. I mean, I didn’t even touch your bag until you gave it to me to put it in the trunk.”

“Sure.” you glare at him, not believing a single word.

“I swear.” he chuckles, trying to get your good grace back by hugging you tightly from behind, peppering your cheeks with kisses.

“Don’t suck up now.” you giggle.

“But I gotta cheer you up.” he murmured.

“Then be a dear and throw it out. I’m not gonna touch that thing.” you muttered, looking at the doll in disdain.

“Sure thing, my love.” he gave you another peck on your cheek before unravelling his arms from your waist. He picked up the doll, holding it in front of his face. “Bye-bye, Y/N.” he tried to mimic a creepy voice as he walked backwards out of the room.

“You’re such a dork.” you chuckled, shaking your head and continuing to unpack.

It didn’t take long when you heard another shriek resound through the bunker. You quickly hurried to the source of the turmoil, coming to a halt in front of Sam’s room. You were met by Dean who was toppled over in laughter while Sam was sitting on the floor, chest heaving while the doll was sitting on his bed, smiling endearingly as she never ceased to wave.

“Dean, you’re an idiot.” you can’t help but giggle a little.

“I had to, darling.” Dean wipes away a tear he had shed from laughing so hard.

“Did you?!” Sam snarled, scrambling to get back to his feet.

“Oh come on, Sammy. T’was just a joke.” Dean grins triumphantly, shrugging innocently before patting his brother's back teasingly.

“You good, Sam?” you tried so hard to bite back a grin yourself. Sam cleared his throat and nodded.

“Now that I got the two of you here, we could talk about the agenda of the coming days.” Sam changed the topic, earning a groan from Dean.

“How about you let us come back and settle in first.” Dean huffed annoyed.

“Bobby called me repeatedly already. He needs us down at his house. He got a pressing case for us and told me to come down as soon as you two came back.”

“Can we at least have one more day?” Dean bargained, letting his head fall back, “I still need to wash my clothes, else I’ll have to wear my boxers inside out.”

“Gross.” you grimaced.

“If you wanna take the blame for the delay.” Sam hummed, raising his arms in surrender.

“I’ll handle that.” Dean scrunched his nose, “Then it’s settled, we’re going for drinks tonight.” Dean proclaimed with a cheeky grin.

“What? What about your laundry?” Sam narrowed his eyes at Dean.

“What ‘what?’?! Can’t do much while it's in the washer, now can I? Might as well grab a drink then.” Dean smirked smugly. “And I know exactly where we’ll go!” Dean waved a piece of paper around. You swiftly grabbed it from his hand. Sam peeked over your shoulder to get a glance as you read over the flyer.

“ ’Come dressed up - get a free shot’ …?” Sam read out, raising his brow sceptically “Really, Dean?”

“Admit it, you just want to dress up.” you hummed as your eyes drifted from the flyer to Dean. You almost snorted when you saw his eyes sparkle gleefully. He definitely already knew what he’d wear.

“Nonsense.” he protested nonetheless, “I just think a free shot would be neat.”

“Sure, Dean…” Sam shot him an incredulous glance and shook his head.

As you and Dean walked back to your room you could tell that he wanted you to guess what he'd wear. He stared at you expectantly, not watching where he was going.

“Let me guess…” you hummed amused, trying to hold back a laugh. “Cowboy?”

“Cowboy.” he grins giddily, nodding enthusiastically. “What’s your pick?”

“I dunno… I’m not that big on costumes.” you shrugged.

“You can’t tell me you don’t have any costumes.” Dean gasped almost offended, closing the bedroom door behind him.

“Welp… I don’t.” you shrugged, "Unless you count our disguises as a costume."

“And you’re supposed to be my girlfriend…” he tsked and shook his head in feigned disappointment. Suddenly a mischievous grin tugged on the corners of his lips. “I got an idea for the perfect costume though… and we could probably modify some of your clothes for it…”

„If you say sexy nurse, I’ll hit you,” you warn him, shooting him an unamused glare.

“Ok, no sexy nurse then…” he raises his palms in defeat, “But… I’m sure it would suit you perfectly.”

"Of course, you’d think that…“ you shake your head, rolling your eyes at him.

"I‘m being truthful.” he grins, pulling you closer by your waist. “You‘d look irresistible… but then again you look irresistible in everything." Dean purred into your ear.

"Nice try Romeo.“ you push him away gently but firmly, “I will wear something a little less cliché.”

"Was worth the try…" he shrugged, pecking your lips before letting you go to get ready.

The night at the bar was just what you needed. Dean, Sam and you drank together, bellowing to the music in the bar and indulging in old memories.

Around 3 am Dean and you came back completely hammered. Sam had opted to go home with a girl in a devil costume.

As Dean and you barged into the bunker, you were leaning on each other heavily as you giggled together. You barely made it to your bed when you fell onto the mattress. Dean immediately hugged you close to him, nuzzling into your neck as he took a deep breath. He lazily pressed a few kisses along your neck, making you squirm against him, but his lips stopped just as quickly as they had started. Soft snores resounded from him, his warm breath hitting your skin. But you couldn’t bother, you were already drifting off as well when Miracle suddenly started to growl lowly.

“Mira’ shut up.” you slurred annoyed, but Miracle wouldn’t stop. “Miracle!” you groaned, searching for a pillow around you and throwing it into the darkness.

You heard a dull sound and Miracle fell silent. You could hear him sniff around but soon darkness encased you fully as your drunken mind fell asleep.

"Y/N?" Dean called through the bunker hoarsely when he had finally fallen out of bed.

"I'm in the library," you replied, cradling your pounding head between your hands as you sat at the table. Even the smell of your coffee in front of you made you slightly nauseous. You regretted the last three shots from last night.

There was a moment of silence in which you could hear him waddle towards the library.

"Did you put that creepy doll in the kitchen?! You scared the shit out of me!" Dean’s face was still pale as he entered the library in his bathrobe. You weren’t sure if it was from the hangover or the shock. “Was that your revenge for yesterday? I swear I didn’t put it in your bag!

"I didn't.“ you mumbled slurred, not even bothering to look at Dean as your eyes were closed, „I wouldn’t have touched that thing for a lame revenge like that. Probably was Sam.” you shrugged, “He came back like an hour ago… probably wanted to pay you back.”

"Sammy!" Dean bellowed, already taking off to Sam’s room. You winced at his loud voice and groaned when you heard the brothers start to bicker.

After an agonizing hangover that lasted till late in the evening, you finally felt good enough to help Dean pack for the next morning when he'd leave with Sam. You felt extra clingy tonight even though you knew that they would probably be back in two or three days.

But as the tradition dictated, Dean and you cuddled in bed together before going to sleep.

"When do you have to leave again tomorrow?" you murmured against Dean’s skin as you lay on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

"We gonna leave at… like 7.30-ish?" Dean hummed, his hand lazily running up and down your spine.

“That early?” you whined to which Dean chuckled. He softly kissed your forehead, wrapping his arms tighter around you and holding you close.

“The earlier we leave, the earlier we get back,” he mumbled against your neck.

“And how long will you be gone?” you huffed against him.

“A day, maybe two?” Dean hummed, “So you only have a single night without your handsome and wonderful man.” he grinned against your skin, making you chuckle.

“Now that I’m thinking about it, I can probably survive a night without you.” you retorted in feigned annoyance.

“Oh really?” he smirked, starting to tickle your sides.

“Hey! No! Stop!” you started to squirm against him, trying to wriggle away from his attack. Dean grinned triumphantly as he continued to tickle you for a moment before stopping.

“Still think you gonna be fine without me?” he looked at you challengingly.

“More than ever.” you grinned cheekily, biting your lip.

“Don’t be mean now…” Dean murmured, leaning down to capture your lips in a tender kiss.

“Mhm… ok… maybe that’s something I’m gonna miss…” you smiled against his lips.

“Is that so?” Dean smirked smugly, giving you a passionate kiss, “I can remind you of a few more things you gonna miss.” he grinned, swiftly flipping you to lay on the mattress. You yelped in surprise as he towered over you, trailing hungry kisses down your skin, making you gasp in delight.

You groaned softly when you woke up in the middle of the night without seemingly any reason. At first, you thought it was thanks to Dean’s snoring. As you glanced at your alarm clock it was shortly after 3am… again.

It seemed to become a daily occurrence for you to wake up around that time, you just couldn’t understand why. Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard a soft shuffling around your bed. You tensed for a moment, glancing around the room. Your eyes landed on the slightly ajar door that you were sure had been closed when Dean and you went to bed.

You rolled your eyes amused at yourself for being scared for a moment when Miracle had probably just pushed open the door to get to his sleeping spot at the foot of your bed.

You nuzzled back into your pillow, closing your eyes to go back to sleep when there suddenly resounded what could only be described as a giggle. Your eyes widened immediately, and your hands tightened on your blanket.

You swallowed hard as you listened into the darkness.

"Dean!" you whispered. No response. You began to shake him slightly, "Dean, wake up!" you whisper-yelled panicked.

"Hmm… what's wrong." Dean groaned sleepily as he began to stir awake.

"Did you hear that?"

"Hear what?"

"That giggle!" the fear in your voice was apparent.

"Giggle? Go back to sleep Y/N, your imagination is playing tricks on you."

The floorboards softly creaked making you jump.

"Did you hear that!" you almost shouted.

"Yes, I did. It's just the wood settling, telling you to get some sleep. Nothing more." Dean mumbled, pulling you closer to him before he fell right back to sleep. You rolled your eyes at him.

"Thanks, douchebag…" you muttered, pulling your covers up to your nose and staying alert.

Every creak and crack made you scoot even closer to Dean until you were pressed against him completely. You battled with falling asleep as exhaustion seeped into your bones but once the clock struck 6am the bunker fell silent apart from Dean’s snores. Your eyelids became just too heavy to keep open and soon you were fast asleep.

"Outch!" you cried out, clutching your hip. You were still half asleep when you pottered around in the kitchen. When you had turned around your hip crashed into the open standing cutlery drawer, "For god’s sake Dean! How often do I have to tell you to close these damn drawers!" you hissed in pain at Dean who sat on the table, nursing his coffee. He looked up, startled for a moment.

"I wasn't even near that drawer," he replied groggily, his hand rubbing over his cheek.

"Sure." you grumbled, “That seems to be your standard excuse.”

"No, for real! I only got my coffee. Don’t need cutlery for that." he defended himself and held up his cup. You narrowed your eyes at him.

"Don't give me that look Y/N!" Dean warned you jokingly, "I swear, I'm telling the truth. Maybe you opened it in your delirium and forgot about it."

"Maybe." you grumbled as you took a spoon out of the drawer and closed it, "But you can't blame me. I slept awful."

"Why? Didn’t I tire you out enough?” Dean smirked into his mug, “You seemed really exhausted when we fell asleep…”

“Sometimes I wanna smack your pretty face…” you sighed, shooting Dean an unamused glare, "I woke up in the middle of the night because I thought that I had heard somebody or something shuffling through the house. There was creaking and giggling the whole night."

"Giggling?" Dean drawled amused, raising a brow at you.

" I know it sounds weird but I know what I’ve heard.”

“Maybe it was just the whistling of the wind or something like that." Dean shrugged dismissively, “Maybe Miracle whined in his sleep."

"Cause I can’t tell the difference between a dog whine and a giggling sound?" you scoffed, “Miracle wasn’t even in our room last night cause of certain activities…”

“Maybe you were making up things in your post-blissful haze.” Dean grinned cheekily, immediately receiving a hit against his shoulder, “Ow!” he chuckled, “Why are you being so mean to me lately?”

“I’m not mean! You’re just a dick at the moment.”

“Am not!” Dean protested amused, rubbing his arm, “You’ve been on my case ever since we returned from our hunt.”

“Because you started the war with the doll!”

“I didn’t do that!” Dean laughed, “But maybe that’s why you’re so jumpy. Your subconsciousness still tries to get over that little scare.”

"I’m a hunter, Dean. Spooky shit is my daily bread, so I doubt that a little doll could scare me into hallucinating sounds at night.” you scoffed, “And it's not like I was dreaming. I was wide awake!"

"So, you wanna tell me some creature scampered through the bunker last night?” Dean looked at you sceptically, “I would’ve heard it as well. I mean, I was right next to you… Wait a minute… is that why you tried to wake me up last night? It feels like we talked about this already."

"Yeah… and you jackass fell right back asleep.” you huffed, “You wouldn’t have heard a fire alarm over your snoring!”

“I don’t snore!” Dean scoffed offended.

“Oh trust me, you do.” you huffed dramatically, “And yes, I know, there wasn't anybody scampering around… I just. I don't know, ok? Something just felt… off."

"It was probably the wood settling over the night. The nights are getting colder now, the wood draws together.” Dean reasoned, gently rubbing your arm up and down in a soothing motion.

"Presumably…" you mumbled unconvinced.

"And the most plausible," Dean added with a shit-eating grin.

"Bite me!" you quipped, glaring at him as you shrugged off his hand.

"You know, only in our bedroom!" he called after you with a cheeky grin as you walked out of the kitchen, flipping him off.

When the boys left the bunker to drive down to Bobby, you left with them through the garage, saying your goodbye to them before heading in the other direction towards the town to get some groceries so you wouldn’t have to get takeout yet again. Sam, Dean, and you had been almost exclusively on the road for the last couple of months, so the pantry looked quite meagre while other chores had piled up around the bunker. You would have to get to them as soon as you came back from grocery shopping and running a few errands as well.

Around noon you finally found yourself back at the bunker, the trunk of your car filled with multiple bags and the dry cleaning you had picked up on your way. Dean and Sam had the bad habit of wearing their suits until they started to reek and would bring almost every suit they owned to the dry cleaning at once. Usually, you refused to bring or pick up the clothes since it was hard to carry the 10+ suits back and forth but you actually had to pick up a coat of your own, so you tried to be a doting girlfriend and friend for once and picked all of the clothes up.

Just as you killed the engine and tried to figure out how you could carry everything inside without having to take too many trips, your phone began to ring.

"Perfect timing, Mister Winchester." you chuckled as you accepted the call.

"Just came home?" his raspy voice resounded from the speakers. He sounded tired.

"Yup, had a busy day already. How’s the trip going? Taking a break?”

"Sammy had to stretch out his freakishly long legs.” Dean hummed and you could hear a muffled ‘Hey!’ in the background.

“But traffic’s ok?”

“So far, it’s been a breeze. We almost passed the halfway mark, we should get to Bobby around 6pm if we’re lucky.” Dean hummed.

“Where are you right now?” you asked curiously, getting out of the car to walk around to the back.

“Somewhere in the middle of Missouri… I think.”

“How’s it there? Any better than in Kansas?” you tried to keep Dean talking, already missing his voice. You pinned your phone between your ear and your shoulder as you opened the trunk and got the first few bags out of it, walking towards the bunker's main entrance.

“Slightly better weather-wise but I'd much rather be with you right now," Dean murmured into your ear.

"Aw, you're sweet. I'd love that too… then I wouldn't have to carry in all these suits that I picked up at the dry-cleaner's and all these groceries on my own." Dean only snickered on the other end of the line, “We really have to get them cleaned in more reasonable batches instead of every single suit you guys have been wearing till they smell.”

"So, what do you have planned for tonight?" Dean tried to change the subject.

"Not much," you said while fishing for your keys in your coat pocket while balancing the grocery bags on your leg, "Maybe do some of my laundry.”

Dean could hear you unlock the front door and suddenly you screamed and there was a thud.

"Y/N?" Dean asked concerned, his brows furrowing as he listened attentively for any sounds.

"Dean what the heck! Was that necessary?" you panted into the speaker as you picked up your phone from the ground.

"Was what necessary?" he asked confused.

"Don't act so innocent. You have to stop with those pranks!" you laughed, your heart still racing, "You scared the shit out of me. Again. Congratulations!"

"…and with what exactly?" Dean chuckled bemused.

"The doll you sat directly behind the door?"

"Ahh… erm… yeah. Got you!" he forced a laugh. Hadn’t he thrown that weird thing out before they went to the bar 2 days ago? Maybe Miracle had found it in the trash outside and dragged it back inside.

"Ok?" you raised an eyebrow and kicked the doll out of your way, "Moving on. Please remember to tell Cas that he has to come by the next couple of days for the translation of the Enochian we found." you carried the bags towards the kitchen.

“Why me?” Dean grumbled.

“Cause Cas only answers your calls…” you hummed amused. Dean sighed exasperated.

"Yes, sweetheart, I will." he groaned.

The rest of the day you busied yourself with the chores. You started a load of your and Dean’s sheets while tidying your shared room, vacuuming, and dusting off every surface. Afterwards, you busied yourself with restocking the pantry and cleaning out the fridge from unidentifiable containers of what arguably had been food at some point in time.

After cooking yourself a late dinner you let yourself fall into a recliner in the Dean cave. Miracle joined you, getting a few bites of your pasta dish as the two of you watched a movie. In the middle of the movie, your phone vibrated, notifying you of a goodnight text from Dean and the info that he and Sam were on their way back to the bunker and should be back around noon. You quickly send back your reply before stashing the phone into the side of the recliner and turning your attention back to the movie.

You didn’t even realise how tired you were until you woke up in the middle of the night to a completely dark room. The TV must’ve shut off a while ago and Miracle was nowhere to be seen.

You sighed as you tried to wake up enough to get up and wander back to your room. That’s when you realised that you had forgotten to put the sheets back onto the bed after you had washed them and put them into the dryer. You groaned and shuffled in the opposite direction to the laundry room. You didn’t bother turning on the lights, hoping you would be able to fall asleep quicker if you didn’t get blinded by the harsh lights of the bunker.

As you gathered all the sheets out of the dryer you hummed in delight as the scent of freshly washed laundry filled your nose. You couldn’t wait to fall asleep while being encased in this heavenly smell. Your thoughts were rudely interrupted when Mircale suddenly started to bark out of nowhere.

“What is it, Miracle?” you called out annoyed. Maybe he was scolding you for not being in your room when he wanted to sleep, “I’ll be there in a sec…”

You were a little confused when his barking turned into growls and snarls.

“Miracle, what’s your deal?” you groaned.

Your heart stopped beating for a moment, your eyes widening as you froze in the doorway. You swallowed hard and tried to pull yourself together. This probably was just a nightmare. Or as Dean would tell you right now, just the wood settling. Very amused Wood being in a giggly mood…

You felt a chill run down your spine when you heard it again.

The giggling.

“H-hello?” you asked into the darkness, thinking that maybe Dean had already talked to Cas who had come by.

But you never got a response. And usually, Miracle wouldn’t snarl at Cas either, nor would Cas sound like a giggling toddler. So, this was more than odd.

Your stomach felt queasy as you crept up towards your room cautiously. Your heart was dancing tango in your chest. Suddenly you heard pitter-patter grow louder behind you and without another thought you booked it to your room, not even looking back. As soon as you reached your room, Miracle scurried in after you and you slammed the bedroom door close.

You panted as adrenaline shot through and your brain was slowly processing what just had happened. You began chuckling and shook your head amused.

“Miracle, you scared me.” you chuckled slightly relieved and a bit amused that you got scared that easily when a sudden slam against the door made your heart sink again.

You quickly locked the door, backing away immediately and stumbling backwards a few steps until the back of your knees hit the mattress. You threw the washed sheets onto the bed, your eyes never leaving the door as you searched for Dean’s emergency blade under the bed. Once you had the knife secured in your hand you searched for your phone in desperation. It slowly dawned on you that you had forgotten your phone on the recliner, so you had no chance of calling the boys for support. But then again, they probably couldn’t help you in your situation right now anyway since they were still thousands of miles away from the bunker. All you could do was wait it out until they came back and stand on guard.

At some point during the night, you gathered the courage to slide a chair under the handle of the door before you sat down on your bed again. You didn’t hear anything anymore outside of the door, but you didn’t trust the silence one bit. You invited Miracle into the bed for emotional support. Dean would kill you if he found out that you had let the dog sleep in bed with you, but you didn’t really care right now.

Harsh pounding against the door jerked you awake. You had no idea how late it was or when you had fallen asleep. You almost fell to the ground when you scrambled out of bed.

“Darling? Y/N?! Are you in there?” Dean’s worried voice resounded from the other side of the door, the handle turning frantically as he continued to knock against the door.

You quickly scurried to the door and pulled the chair away before you opened the door, trying to act as nonchalant as possible.

“You’re back.” you tried to sound enthusiastic, but the grogginess was quite apparent on your face.

“Are you alright, Y/N?” Dean asked worried, grabbing your shoulders as he inspected you, “What happened? Why did you lock yourself in our room? You look pale.”

“N-nothing.” you stammered sheepishly. You didn’t want to tell Dean what had happened. He probably wouldn’t believe you and tell you that you had probably just imagined it again. Or he’d turn it around and tease you about ‘how much you had missed him’ and that ‘your strong, handsome man was back to protect you from bad dreams again’. And you really didn’t need that right now, especially with the lack of proper sleep.

“Look who we brought,” Sam announced suddenly, making you sigh relieved as the conversation was stirred away from you when Sam stepped aside to reveal Cas tagging along behind him.

“You look awful.” Cas greeted you in his monotone voice.

“Hi, Cas… nice to see you, too.”

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ghulehunknown · 7 months

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Hello!! Uhm may I request papa terzo dealing with a shy reader who wants to be fucked and mutters how she wants Terzo to take her right their and then and Terzo hears it and he goes”oh what was that? You would like me to fuck you raw yes? That is what I heard” or sum like that 😭 you don’t have too !!! Have an amazing rest of your week

Ask and you shall receive! / {Warning - the following contains NSFW smut}

Terzo x F!Reader

**NSFW**

Summary: You’re a new hire Sister of Sin and you’ve won the opportunity of having a private audience with Papa Terzo.

CW/Tags: female reader, shy reader, characters drinking alcohol, vaginal fingering, P in V sex, unprotected sex

Word Count: 1900

“La Lezione di Lucifero”

You walked up to his office door and hesitated before knocking. “Fuck,” you whispered under your breath. Were you really going to do this?

You moved all the way from your boring hometown to work at the Ministry. Wasn’t this the life you wanted to live - a life full of spontaneity and a little depravity?

Anyway, you had quite literally won the lottery. Every new hire got a chance to have a night with Papa…in whatever manner they wished to, so long as Papa gave you a particular wink in the hallway. At least, that’s what you were told. You were also told this was more or less an unofficial initiation ceremony to let Lucifer’s spirit into your body through Papa - though you were certain that was a crock of shit excuse Terzo used to sleep with as many Siblings as possible.

Finally you knocked on his office door, your heart beating so hard you could practically feel it in your throat.

The door opened and there he stood - Jesus Christ, he was even more intimidating up close. He looked surprised at first, then smiled almost smugly.

“Hello, Papa, I… I don’t think we’ve been introduced,” you stammered, looking at the floor, noticing the fine leather detail on his shoes.

“No, we haven’t. But I know who you are,” he said, stating your name matter-of-factly. “You’re new.”

“That’s right, Papa. You’re very observant,” you said sheepishly, instinctively reaching to tuck your hair behind your ear, still not used to wearing your veil.

“I notice everything. I have to; it’s my job.”

You nodded quickly, still avoiding his gaze though you could practically feel his white iris piercing into you. “Yes, of course Papa, I - I didn’t mean to…I mean of course you…”

“Relax Sorella, and come inside,” he said, stepping away from the door and gesturing for you to come in.

You stepped through the threshold of his office, never in your wildest dreams thinking you’d be granted entry in a million years. The room was dark - deep purple walls with tapestries, mahogany furniture, and black slate floor tiles. It looked quite elegant.

“Are you still working this late?” you asked him, entering the middle of the room.

“Mmm, a little yes and a little no,” he admitted. “No rest for the wicked as they say.”

You smiled at him and let out a tiny laugh.

“So,” he started, moving things around on the bar cart opposite his desk, the clink of the glasses bringing you to your senses. “You want to get fucked tonight, eh?” he continued with a smirk, pouring you both a glass of something clear in two ornate glasses. He handed you one.

How did he know what you had on your mind? Your face must’ve flushed bright red because Papa took a casual sip from the glass and spoke again. “Nervous? You don’t have to be. We won’t do anything you’re uncomfortable with. Mm?”

“Yes, Papa,” you practically whispered, taking a slow sip then coughing as soon as the burning liquid hit your throat.

“Careful, Sorella,” he said, leaning against his desk nonchalantly and lifting the glass to his regal mouth. You watched as the glass touched his soft bottom lip and you bit yours, holding back your imagination of feeling his lips on yours. You wondered if his Papal paint ever smeared, and what it might look like smudged onto your face. He brushed his bottom lip with his thumb and looked like he was pondering his next move.

You didn’t want to seem impolite so you choked down another swig of the - what was it, gin?

He set his glass down on a side table and walked towards you, taking your glass from your hand. He took a sip from yours and muttered “Mmn. Cherry lip gloss?”

You blushed and started to tuck your hair behind your ear again, before remembering your veil once more. “Yes, Papa.”

“Hmm, my favorite.” He set your glass down next to his. He lifted your chin so you were both gazing at one another. He tilted his head and leaned in to kiss you - suddenly it felt like you were flying and losing sense of time. Yes, his lips were soft, somehow even softer than you’d imagined. He pulled away, licking his lips. “È delizioso.”

You held your hand up to your mouth, already missing his.

He walked over to his desk and opened up a drawer, rummaging around and pulling out a very small, metallic package and setting it down. “How do you want it?” he asked plainly, looking at you.

“P-pardon?” you asked.

“How do you want it? On the desk, or on the couch? Would you prefer to be on top, or do you like to be on the bottom?”

“I, er - ” you stammered. You gulped, and took a few steps forward until you faced him on the other side of the desk. “On the desk.”

“Very well,” he responded. He began to open the little package when you noticed it was a condom.

You held your hand out to stop him. “No, Papa. I just need to feel all of you, right here, right now.”

His lips - Satanas, those beautiful lips - curled into a wicked smile. “Ho sentito bene? So you want Papa to fuck you raw, eh?”

Your hand still over his, you looked into his eyes and responded, “Yes.”

He reached for your face, grasping your cheek in his hand and dove in for another kiss, this time faster and rougher. You sloppily returned the gesture, feeling your tongues slip inside each other’s mouths in desperate fervor.

“Mmn,” he said, pulling away. “Sorella, I must disclose it would be safer if we used protection. I did, eh, just attend an orgy last night. Who the fuck knows what may be…lingering, you see?”

You nod, making your way around his desk. “I said, Papa,” you started. “I need to feel all of you right here. Please Papa just take me,” you breathed into his neck, kissing him again.

He held your waist in his hands, kissing you roughly then making his way to your neck.

You took off your veil, letting your hair fall around your shoulders. He took a strand in his hand, smelling it then exhaling. In one swift motion you unzipped your habit and let it fall to the floor, looking down at your knees and noticing your legs were shaking.

He gazed at you, biting his bottom lip as he watched you undress. He looked, for a lack of a better term, hungry. He noticed how shaky you were taking off your clothes and grasped around your waist again. “You’re shaking, Sorella. Let me help you.” He slid your panties off your waist and you yanked them the rest of the way off.

You hopped up on his desk, spreading your legs partially, hesitant to show him every bit of you.

“You are molto bellissima, Sorella. Has anyone ever told you that?” He held your chin in his hand.

You shook your head, pursing your lips.

“What a pity. Because you are very pretty. And you would look prettier filled with my cock on my desk.”

You tilted your head back as he kissed you again, placing his hand between your legs, carefully caressing around your labia before slipping in between your lips and easily sliding his middle finger inside your entrance. You moaned, arching your back as he filled you and slid back out.

“You are very wet for your Papa already,” he said in a praising tone. He slipped his gloved finger into your mouth. “See? There’s a good girl.”

He unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a bare chest (minus a few dark hairs across his pecs) and soft but toned arms. He kissed your neck as he unzipped his trousers and flung them, his gloves, and his underwear off. His hard cock bobbed as it was released from his pants, flushed pink at the tip and ready to enter you.

He caressed you, sliding his hand up to your back and unhooking your bra in one hand, holding your face with his other as he kissed you. You slid the straps down your arms and let the bra fall to the floor.

Once your breasts were free, he took each in his mouth, pinching your other nipple in between his fingers as he swirled his tongue around the other; taking turns and switching.

He kissed you roughly while he lined his hips up with yours, sliding his erection in between your folds and pausing at your entrance.

“Are you sure, Sorella? We can use protection, it does not take anything away,” he said, looking at you earnestly.

You grabbed onto his ass and pushed him into you, sliding him in with ease. “I need to feel all of you Papa, and invite the Unholy Spirit inside me.” Your mouth opened in an “ahh” as he filled you.

He groaned. “I guess that’s my answer,” he said, chuckling, leaning in to kiss you again while he began to pump in and out of you. “Sì Sorella, ahhh - cazzo you’re so fucking tight! - this is - fuuuck,” he breathed, pummeling into you at a much faster pace now. “This is the most effective way to induct you into the Church, mmmn, ahhh Satanas...” His breathing was much heavier now, yours escaping your lips in shudders.

You moaned with every thrust into you, feeling him fill you and stretch you. Your hands trailed all over his body and through his perfect raven hair. “You’re an ahhh - amazing teacher, Papa.”

“It really is the most effective with a female orgasm,” he said on a sigh, continuing to thrust. He brought his hand between your legs again, circling around your clit with his thumb, matching the pace he was fucking into you.

“Oh fuck, Papa!” you exclaimed, feeling your orgasm take over. He bent his head down to suck on your nipples, taking your high even higher. As your whole body quivered, you could feel yourself clench around his cock - which, clearly, sent him over the edge as well.

“Shit, Satanas!” he moaned, pumping his seed into you. You both clung to one another, breathing heavily before pulling away and beginning to put your garments back on.

“Did it work, Papa?” you asked inquisitively, putting on your habit and zipping it up.

“Mm?”

“Has Lucifer entered me? Am I admitted into the Church?”

“Ah - ” he said, stuffing himself back into his trousers, clearly pulling this explanation out of his ass. “Sì Sorella, but you may need to - hmm, come again tomorrow. I believe you need more sessions to fully let Lucifer in.”

“Is that so, Papa?” you ask coyly, looking towards his crotch - still half an erection poking through, then back up at his eyes.

“Sì, it is…imperative that your body be worshipped as a temple, and these praises be whispered in tongues into your skin. Your body is to be celebrated for creating the most sinful of acts. You may not be aware of how powerful the female orgasm is.”

Your brain wandered, thinking of all the possible things this could mean.

“And of course, you must…ingest the soul of Lucifer too,” he added.

Now that one you were pretty sure you understood. You tilted your head down in a bow. “Of course, Papa. I know Satan requires this of me before I am fully admitted to the Church.”

He cleared his throat. “Same time tomorrow, Sorella.”

“Of course, Papa.”

{to be continued..?}

Italian to English Translation

- La Lezione di Lucifero (Lucifer’s Lesson)

- È delizioso. (That’s delicious.)

- Ho sentito bene? (Did I hear correctly?)

- molto bellissima (very beautiful)

- cazzo (fuck)

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haveihitanerve · 1 month

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Hair

Talia Al Ghul had let him braid her hair sometimes. Whether it was for a special event or for a holiday or just when they had time to spend together, without the threat of being overheard or interrupted.(Not that the interrupter would get away with it.) But for an hour, or however long they were granted, at least once a month. Damian Wayne didn’t have to be Ra's Al Ghul heir. He could just be Damian. Braiding his mothers hair. But mother was not around anymore. And Damian had no plans of ever being around her again. Even though he had enjoyed those days. She had been kinder then. Softer. More like a mother. But Selina had shown him what a real mother was like. And Talia had not been that. But he missed braiding hair. So his feet led him to her door.

Selina opened it on the second knock and smiled when she saw it was him. Talia had never smiled just by seeing him. He had to have done something good, something to make her proud to get her to smile at him. But Selina smiled. At him. Because he was there. “Hello kitten.” She crouched to be at his level. Another thing no one had ever done in the League. They found arrogance in their height over him. But Selina, and Bruce, and his siblings all knelt to be eye level with him. “Hello Selina.” He said back. “What do you need?” She asked, still smiling softly. What do you need? Not, what do you want? Not, not now Damian. No. What do you need so I can help you? Damian smiled and Selina lit up. “I would like to braid your hair.” He said softly. Selina stood, nodding. “You came on the perfect day.” She headed back into her room, beckoning him. Damian followed her into the very back of her room, where she pushed a panel in the wall to reveal a second room. Damian blinked. The room was painted a soft black, stars and bats and cats stenciled every so often. It had a few dark red couches and beanbags, along with a black cupboard. But the most shocking thing of all was Cass, Steph, and Babs were all seated on the couches, talking and laughing. They stopped when they spotted him, but still smiled warmly. “Hey baby bird!” Steph called, scooting to one side of her seat. “Come join me!” “No me!” Babs called, shifting as well. Cass signed a few words and Damian smiled, heading over to sit with his sister. Steph and Babs pulled a face and Cass grinned in triumph, pulling Damian onto her lap. “Hello Batladies!!” Selina grinned. “Welcome to our own personal spa room. I already did this spiel but since we have a new member, Damian Wayne, I thought I should go over it again.” She winked at Damian. “This is a place where we can talk and gossip and laugh and cry. Any emotions and rants are welcome. Vent if you’d like! Sit in silence too! No judgment. Just relaxation and girl time! Plus Damian of course!” He smiled. “We should be expecting three more guests…” she trailed off as another door opened and Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy stepped into the room.

Cass tightened her hold on Damian, just in case he wanted to attack. But he was perfectly content in her arms. “Damian, I’d like you to meet two of my best friends, Ivy and Harley.” Damian waved and Ivy and Harley gave him matching smiles. “Hey!” Steph called. “Love y’all’s hair.” The two women grinned and walked over, sitting down across from them. “Looking for ideas Steph?” Ivy mocked. Steph snorted. “Yeah right. Like I’d go fire red or crazy cotton candy.” The two women laughed and plopped down onto the sofa. “Now we just need Lois and we’ll be ready to start!” There was a knock and Lois Lane walked in. “Sorry! Am I late?” Ivy laughed. “Just on time Lane. Like always” Lois smiled. “Thanks Ivy.” She took a seat next to Babs at the girls' invitation and Selina grinned, walking over to the large cupboard. “Alright! Pick your favorite color gals and let’s start!” The cupboard was filled from bottom to top with beauty products, nail polish, hair curlers, face masks, eyelash curlers, and more. The women all jumped up, rushing to grab a color, Steph and babs climbing over the other to grab pink and Ivy and Lois arguing over the right shade of red. Selina laughed, a loud joyful thing and Damian smiled as he watched her. Cass just grinned, still sitting. Steph grabbed a hot pink and walked past, plopping a navy blue into her sister's hand. Cass smiled in thanks. Selina caught Damian’s eye and winked, beckoning him over. He slipped off Cass’s lap, walking over to her. She picked a color off the wall and knelt down, holding it out to him. “How bout it baby bird?” Damian examined the color.

She had picked a nice bright forest green. Green was his favorite color. “It’s- a bit bright.” He said slowly. “I have an idea!” Steph was next to them, looking for a bright purple. “How about-!” She pulled a few colors off the shelf then settled on two. “Here.” She squatted next to him as well. “You can put the green down as the bottom layer, then put this black layer over top. So it looks black, but then in certain lights, it’ll shine green.” Damian considered it, then nodded. “Okay.” Steph squealed and hugged him, grabbing the colors and his hand. “Perfect!” She hurried over to her couch and threw babs feet off(causing babs to shout a string of words Bruce had pretty much banned in the house) and sat Damian down instead. “Hold out your hands.” She ordered. Damian did as she asked. “You’re gonna look so good Dami!” She said, grinning. If Damian didn’t know his sister was a wonderful person who only wanted the best for him he would’ve thought she was joking. Babs blew on her bright red nails, having lost the fight for pink, and reached for a face mask. “Wanna do a mask babe?” She asked him. “It’ll cleanse your pores. Make your skin soft and clean.” Damian nodded. “Okay.” Babs grinned and Damian allowed her to apply it to his face. “Ooh!!! No he didn’t!” Harley exclaimed. Ivy gaped at Selina. The woman nodded sagely, holding a glass of champagne. Ivy had painted her nails a dark green and was doing Harley’s in a mix of pink and blue. Selina hadn’t done anything yet, but looking at her he remembered why he was here. Steph had finished his nails, still forbidding him from looking at them, and was now gently blowing on them to dry them.

“Wheres Jason by the way?” Babs asked Cass, putting curlers in her hair, a mask on her face. Cass shrugged, signing “he comes and goes.” “Todd does these?” Damian asked, looking between his sisters. Cass and Steph snorted. Babs grinned. “Oh yeah. All the time.” “He has some good gossip.” Harley drawled in her Boston accent. Ivy and Lois laughed. “Yes he does. It’s most interesting.” Selina laughed. Damian hadn’t seen her this relaxed in a while. “He’s off with his father right now.” She rolled her eyes. “Something secret.” Ivy wiggled her eyebrows, holding Harley’s hand. “Maybe he’s trying to be cute for you!” Lois said, laughing as Harley did her nails in a deep purple. Babs, Cass, and Steph were quiet. Selina gave them a look. “Maybe.”

“Alright!” Steph announced. “You can look.” Damian looked down at his nails. They were painted black, but when he rotated his wrists a bit, he could see a green shine glowing underneath. Selina came over and ooohed. “Can you do that for me too, kitten?” She asked Steph. Steph lit up. “Sure!” “Can I braid your hair while she does?” Damian interjected. Selina nodded. “Of course baby.” She sat on the ground and Steph sat between her legs, taking her hands in hers. Damian sat on the couch behind her, running his hands through her thick brown hair. As he separated the strands into sections his nails glowed every so often and he smiled, looking at them. The chatter started up again, each woman talking over the other, laughing as drinks were poured easily. Cass handed him a juice box and he smiled in thanks, stopping his braiding for a second. Selina’s hair was soft, softer than Talias, and thicker too. But it was so much fun to braid. “Wowza birdie!” Steph exclaimed, looking at Selina’s head. “Holy.” Babs muttered. “Can you do my hair next bebs?” Cass asked. Damian smiled, nodding. “Sure.” And in that moment, surrounded by the women in his family, Damian felt he now understood the true meaning of family. And from then on Selina was given the title of Mother.

(Talia became Talia)

#selina kyle #kitten #i need some cute catmom and her kittens #catwoman #bruce x selina #batcat #batfam #damian wayne #i honestly dont really like the ending #but otherwise i think its fine #🤷‍♀️#lemme know what you think

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satansaidnottoday · 2 months

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A surprise meeting.

Info: Human AU, Lucifer's Mc, GN!Mc.

Summary: Satan and Lucifer want to make you an offer. Happens after this.

Warnings: none.

The sun wasn't fully out yet, barely rearing its head on the horizon. The streets were painted in soft orange light, and the morning frost was slowly melting. You already had quite a few customers sitting down. The café wasn't very popular, but it had a dedicated and slowly growing fan base. If you kept it up, you might not go bankrupt by the end of the year.

You went outside to place the chalkboard sign that listed your breakfast deals, taking a moment to look at the sunrise. From the corner of your eye, you saw a familiar pair turn at the corner.

You leaned over the sign as they approached. "Ah, my favorite customers!"

"Good morning, Mc," the brothers said at the same time.

It made you smile. Of all the siblings, they were the most similar. If it wasn't for the blonde hair and green eyes, Satan would be identical to Lucifer. They had to be related.

"What can I get started on for you?" You asked, opening the door for them.

"A ragdoll, please," the blond answered first this time. He walked over to the table nearest to the window. You found that weird; he'd usually sit near the play area.

"A black coffee for me, please," Lucifer said. He waited by your side for a few seconds and then leaned closer to whisper. "Make his decaffeinated, please."

"You got it." You lean closer still and whisper back.

He chuckles, which is the most you've managed to get from him. You count it as a victory and go back behind the counter to make their drinks. Black coffee is pretty straightforward, but sculpting the little foam cat on top of the ragdoll (which is just a dry cappuccino) takes quite some time. Still, you try to get it as perfect as possible.

When you made your way back to their table, Lucifer had it half covered in important-looking papers. You were especially careful when placing their orders down.

"Working from home today?" You ask him.

He groans and takes a sip of coffee before answering.

"I simply never leave work."

"Well, that can't be healthy," you scolded him. Pretending you were not running on four hours of sleep and half a stale catcake.

"You're one to talk," Satan teases, finally putting down his book to look at your foam art.

You shush him with a fake stern look. He doesn't pay much attention, too preoccupied with getting the right angle on a shot of his book next to the coffee. The teenager had made his lair at your café ever since you let him in that first night. Some days he would arrive in the morning with a book and stay until you closed, holed up with a blanket in the play area. Your regulars all knew him, probably better than they knew you. Now that he had started to go to school again, you wouldn't see him as much in the morning. Still, he came in every afternoon to do homework.

Sometimes he would arrive in the middle of the night, and you would let him in without a word. He found his way to the cats and stayed there until he calmed down. Of course you would shoot Lucifer a text, so he didn't worry. He was a weird kid, but he was good. You'd much rather he crash at your place than run off somewhere else, and Lucifer agreed on that.

"So you guys are having a little date?" You asked them with a mocking tone.

"We're having a meeting, actually." Lucifer piled all the papers together, lining them up in front of him.

"Interesting, with who?" You leaned on the table as you spoke.

"You." Satan smiled up at you.

You pointed at your face with a lifted eyebrow. They both nodded in response.

"Well, I wasn't informed." You straighten up, patting down your apron. "I didn't even iron my clothes today."

"Take a seat, please. We have much to discuss." Satan signaled to one of the empty chairs by his side. He was obviously trying to sound more adult, but his voice was still in that awkward phase. Right in between a squeaky toy and a truck engine.

You looked around to make sure no one needed your help before sitting down. Moving the chair to the end of the table so you could face both of them.

"Satan has presented a pretty convincing case to me, so I come as his representative." Lucifer took out his glasses and looked at you.

You stayed silent, waiting for whatever they had in store for you.

"Running a coffee shop is plenty of work as is; I've seen how early you wake up just to do the baking," Satan started. "And on top of that, you have to take care of an entire animal refuge."

"It's five cats."

"That's a lot to take care of when you're also running around taking orders and making coffee," he reported, quick on his feet. "You surely wouldn't say no to a helping hand, right?"

"I'm not hiring help right now, sorry." You pulled the idea out from the roots before it could grow anymore. "I don't have the money for it, and even if I did, I wouldn't hire a fourteen-year-old."

"You're right, he can't work here," Lucifer said, handing you a paper sheet. "But he can volunteer."

"What is this?" You asked while scanning the paper.

"A non-profit volunteer work declaration." He stated. "You're registered as a nonprofit, right?"

"Technically, but only the cat part. The rest is registered as a retail front." You tried to make sense of all the legal juggling you had to do in order to get the place opened.

"If you fill in your organization's information, I can file that for you and get Satan registered as a volunteer for your cat refuge." He said, handing over another paper. "And if you could sing and date this, I can bring it to school in order to excuse him from PE."

"Why would cleaning litter boxes get him out of PE?" You asked, baffled.

"Any volunteer work counts!" Satan jumped in, sounding pretty excited about the idea. "And I already spend the whole day here; I might as well help out."

"So? What do you say?" Lucifer asked, and they both looked at you expectantly.

"Sure," you said without thinking. You made quick work of filling out and signing all the paperwork.

They both looked at you, surprised.

"I thought it would be harder to convince you," Lucifer said with a stunned expression.

"Don't be silly," you teased, standing up to go back to work. "I could never say no to free child labor."

Thank you for reading ❤️

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feralforpapa · 2 years

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Missionary Man [Part 1]

Papa Emeritus III/Terzo x AFAB!Reader

Plot: You’ve been an assistant to Terzo and the clergy for a year. After some weeks of not getting to spend time with him due to your hectic schedules, you finally get the chance to have one on one time with him while accompanying him on tour.

Warnings: Flirting, mentions of sex

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“Does Nihil have to insist on sending out this Message From The Clergy newsletter every month? I understand writing about what’s going on in the ministry- but this section on this year’s 5 greatest saxophone solos is just…”

“I take it saxophone isn’t your instrument of choice, si?” Terzo chuckled as he smoothed out the lapels of his suit, checking out his appearance in the dressing room mirror.

You were traveling with the band for their current ritual tour; you were an assistant to the band whenever they travelled. It could be grueling work at times, especially when Terzo and the Ghouls weren’t having a smooth night, or if the after parties got too wild and you were stuck trying to corral a bunch of drunken Ghouls. But, It was interesting fun none-the-less, though. You preferred it over hanging around the ministry all the time like some of the Siblings of Sin did. However, when the tour seemed to drag on and on, you found yourself craving the sanctity of your own room and quiet time more and more.

“I don’t have a problem with the saxophone, Terz’. I just think it’s a bit biased that your father named himself as first place for all 10 of them,” you laughed, pausing to let your eyes skim over to another section.

You smiled when you spotted a photo of Copia holding one of his pet rats.

“This is cute, though.” You pointed out a certain page in question to show Terzo. “The Cardinal’s Rat of the Month. I see he chose Esther this time- oh- Primo has gardening tips, too.”

You continued to smile down at the page, taking in Copia’s picture and finding yourself thinking about how striking he looked. His painted eyes stared back at you through the page, and you found it peculiar to be seeing him in this type of way. You liked the Cardinal well enough; the two of you had gotten just about as close as you had with Terzo, and some of the other members of the clergy - specifically the Ghouls that helped front the band. Copia had always come across as endearingly awkward to you, though. Whether he was showing off his rats or being seen around the ministry riding leisurely on his trike. Perhaps that was where his charm came from, though. There was an innocence about him that wasn’t very common in this line of work.

“Mhm, striking and-“ Terzo paused running a comb through his raven black hair to get his part just right. “Perfect,” he purred at himself.

“Hellooo.” You waved the newsletter in front of Terzo’s face to block his gaze from the mirror. “I hope you’re listening. Nihil’s definitely gonna ask if you read this.”

“Mia cara, please. Your Papa is getting ready for a Ritual, eh? I have more pressing matters than the old man trying to occupy his retirement time.”

“As an assistant to the clergy and, especially, a Papa - it’s my job to tell you that you look great,” you replied, laying the newsletter on the vanity where Terzo sat, gazing at him through the mirror. “And you do. Trust me. The women and men are gonna be throwing their garments on stage and offering up their first borns to Sathanas to you, like always.”

“Hmm, si.” Terzo turned his stone gaze to you through the mirror this time, and his mismatched eyes studied your face. “And when can I expect to add more of your garments to my ever growing collection?” His statement was punctuated by a sly smirk.

You stared at that piercing gaze of his through the mirror, only tearing your eyes away long enough to try and hide the blush on your cheeks. When you did muster the courage to turn your eyes back to him in the mirror, he was still staring at you. Terzo had a natural scowl to his expression; he always looked like he was ready to scold someone. His intimidating expression was only enhanced by his papal paint and that coy smirk that was always plastered on his - very kissable - lips.

You scanned over his eyes once more and had to make a conscious effort not to bit your lip right in front of him and give your neediness away. You were trying to hold onto some semblance of professionalism. But that was always impossible whenever you were alone in a room with a man that embodied the very definition of lust.

“Oh, so I am still catching you eye, then?” You hummed back at him, letting a smile tug at the corner of your lips.

Terzo scoffed at you, turning his head to look at you directly this time as he observed you from the corners of his eyes. He was looking at you in the same way that a lion might fixate it’s attention on it’s s next meal. It seemed as if Terzo had the same idea based on that familiar glint in his eyes.

“Don’t be coy, Tesoro. Don’t try to pretend that you and I don’t eye fuck each other during black mass all the time.” Terzo’s tongue brushed against his bottom lip, like he was re-living some of the past encounters the two of you had in the past. “I have missed your company. Don’t think that you aren’t on my mind.”

The man was terrifying and suave all rolled into one, and it was slightly infuriating at times.

You weren’t shy or innocent by any means, of course. After all, you were working for a satanic clergy - but, even so, Terzo had a way of making you clam up and feel shy. That being said: you weren’t any stranger to his charms, or his voracious appetite for carnal pleasures. You had only been with the ministry for a year, and it had only taken your first 2 weeks of that time for you to succumb to his charm. You had no complaints there, though. It was a well known fact that he had bedded a decent half of the clergy’s members - how he didn’t yet have any little Terzo’s running around was a compliment within itself.

You chewed into your lip, replaying the smoothness of his tone over and over in your ear. His tone and accent were like as pleasing as the feeling of silk against skin - it was the best way to describe it. And hearing his voice tell you that he missed you was enough to sent you melting into a puddle right where you sat. Somehow you managed to keep your composure, though, but all you really wanted to do was pounce him right then and there. If you weren’t on a time limit for him to go onstage, that would have been the case.

“We do make eyes at each other during Mass,” you admitted through a sigh, crossing your legs to stave off the arousal settling between your legs. “I’ve missed you, too. I know Sister Imperator keeps us both on a fast-paced schedule a lot of the time. I feel like Mass is the only time I’ve seen you these last few weeks.”

You turned your gaze down to your hands as you fidgeted with your fingers, but you could still feel those piercing eyes of Terzo’s boring into you. You pulled your eyes back up to his, locking in a stare with him for a moment. It was almost funny, because you knew that fans from the rituals would kill for a moment like this.

“Maybe I should start coming to confession. I’d see more of you then, yeah?” You finally added.

“I would make time for you either way, bellissima. But, if you have much to confess, then who is a Papa to deny you, eh?”

The clergy kept you rather busy at times, and with Terzo being a busy Papa, it was safe to say he always had a lot on his plate. But, you were thankful for times like these when you could accompany he and the Ghouls while they toured, and it surprisingly provided a more intimate setting where it was just the two of you. You knew Terzo had a harem of siblings that were always vying for a chance to get some time alone with him - whether it just be because they wanted to have confession with him, or a little more than just a confession.

You’d be a liar if you said it didn’t send the smallest tinge of jealousy through you whenever you saw him getting involved with someone else. But, at the same time, you knew that it was just who he was in his nature, and it was just a benefit of his role within the church. Everyone wanted to be close to him; no matter if that meant physically, mentally, or spiritually. He had a role to fulfill and he did it well - too well sometimes. He was so good at what he did that it was the sole reason why you felt this ache in the pit of your stomach for him at night, and it was the reason why your hand often found it’s way between your thighs during those times. The man could have you begging for Lucifer’s mercy, even when he wasn’t around.

You smiled again, eyeing Terzo closely this time. “Then I have confessions to make, Papa.”

Terzo smirked, keeping his eyes level with yours. You watched his chest rise as he took in a deep, satisfying breath before he let it out slowly. His gloved hands came up to smooth out the lapels of his suit as he finally lifted himself out of his chair, standing in front of you as his eyes cast a shade darker. He reached out, placing his gloved fingers beneath your chin to lift your head up to look at him.

“And what is your confession?” Terzo purred, grasping your chin gently.

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cartoonbabbles · 1 year

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Some Breakdown x Bumblebee headcanons since I’m watching Comodin Cam’s G1 marathon video and I’m seeing snippets of G1 breakdown

- I’m headcanoning BD and BB as both young adult (ish)? Like. Transformers maturity wise. Mid 20s is my guess, older than during the height of the war, still plenty of fight in them but they’ve lived enough to have a kind of routine between the two of them.

- BD puts on a cool and confident face for Bee’s sake. If he showed how scared he actually felt, Bee would have forced him to quit the race, and they’d both have gone into hiding. But he knows that both he and Bee like the thrill. It’s their thing

- Bee is slightly younger, BD is going through a crisis. (I mean why wouldn’t he be, he’s a fugitive and a war criminal, but no less than any of the other cybertronians, yet he’s somehow gotten the short end of the stick and doesn’t want to stay to find out what prison is like)

- Bee is super reassuring of how much he cares. Which is tough given how they ended up on opposite sides of the war.

- Bee can technically become a combiner limb. Does this make any sense? No. Fuck you, I want funny combiner shennanigans. Also Knockout can too (yes I’m throwing him in here). The poor other limb (likely Arcee) has to listen to her younger brother girlfail his way through coordinating movements while she’s the one doing the punching)

- Breakdown flusters easily, but likes to flirt and be seen as suave and as hot stuff. He’s a glass cannon and can dish it but can’t take a compliment without popping back into his alt-mode for a breather

- Bee (if they’re alone alone 100% for sure zero agents tailing them) is relentless in his flirting.

- Breakdown doesn’t actually have a driver’s seat. It’s all a hologram. He had a bad experience with a human who tried to drive him recklessly (scratched his new stripes too) so he figured out how to transform and not have any passenger seats on his own. It was painful, and Bee found him two days after a race he was scheduled to be at sulking in a cave, half transformed.

- this is more of a realization but I think the reason Bee started winning races was to take attention away from Breakdown. Notice how Schloeder never realized the same fucking muscle car barely tailing his black and yellow striped quarry

- I saw this funny post about spider man a few months back about how everyone knows who Spidey is or has some personal story with him, and rumors fly but you’ll never get anything if you pry. Same with Bee and Breakdown. Whispers of that time two drivers in sports cars flung their vehicles into a burning building and came out with seven people unharmed. A story about how a giant robot saved a kid from a rabid animal. Maybe a couple of voices deep in the woods comforting a crying teenager, telling them not to give up on asking the person they like out. Schloeder knows those stories are out there and it drives him nuts he can never get any first hand accounts

- Bee and Breakdown shared a garage in the Phillipines post war.

- Breakdown was sympathetic to the original Decepticon cause. He got involved more because the entertainment union took up arms with the original cries for revolution (he’s a Stunticon, and lord knows the Functionist senate didn’t give a damn about who got injured during a show)

- Breakdown painted the stripe himself. He wouldn’t stop bragging about it to Knockout and Bee. This lasted for a month. Knockout and Bee decided to get stripes to match (this is why Bee has stripes on his sports car mode)

- Bee has a human “sister” named Charlie in California he met during the war. She wasn’t a soldier or anything, they just hung out and vented to each other sometimes. One day, after Bee went into hiding, she was feeling bummed out and her car starts talking “yeah I miss him too.” The car was Breakdown. She gives him “the sibling talk” and is all like “if you dare hurt him or break his heart I swear-“ and all that and he’s genuinely scared of her bc he’s seen her disassemble and reassemble cars in her sleep (she did it to Knockout once on accident)

- Bee and BD have never kissed (AND THEY NEVER WILL UNLESS HES ALIVE HASBRO IM BEGGING YOU) but if they were to kiss it would have to rival Alex and Dot’s kiss to the mid season finale with that explosion of Purple Hearts behind them like. GIVE ME GAY MEN I DONT SEE ANY OF THEM BEING MAIN CHARACTERS IN CARTOONS ENOUGH.

- “Hi I’m Bumblebee and this is my boyfriend Breakdown and our husband Knockout and his boyfriend Starscream and his fiancé Soundwave and Soundwave’s friend with benefits who’s ace but still likes to get funky Shockwave and Shockwave’s ex Megatron who’s currently dating Elita and OP who are both married”

- Mo and Twitch ship Bee and Breakdown, though you never find out how they found out (it was Nightshade)

- Breakdown supports trans rights.

- most of the transformers do

- tangent but I feel it would be fucking hilarious if Shockwave were a queer ally but still fucking refuses to address the Terrans

- Breakdown once almost killed the governor of Florida (this one’s for me okay I need my catharsis)

- DW he didn’t but the dude resigned almost immediately after and kept seeing a muscle car coated in pride flag stickers at every stop sign for a month (Breakdown was bored)

- I’ll throw Tarn in here. Tarn has a good ass singing voice. That’s for funsies. Nobody invites him to karaoke though because people will literally do anything he says once he starts singing and that’s how Bee ended up with a tattoo on his (mic gets violently pulled away from me)

#breakbee #tfe spoilers #earthspark #transformers earthspark #tfe #transformers #tf earthspark #earthspark spoilers #maccadam #tfe breakdown #tfe bumblebee #tfe tarn #tfe knockout #tfe Megatron #tfe starscream #tfe Soundwave #Mo Malto

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slutsukio · 11 months

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how they react when you tell them you like them. ( awotw x black!fem reader )

NETEYAM ! ׄ ⭑ ⁔

❊ — cant even lie, neteyam was already knew, but he was oblivious as well. he picked up your flirty habits and late night talks with him, and assumed that you liked him.

❊ — "oh i knew that already." he chuckled at you as your jaw hung from straight EMBARASSMENT. he laughed dead at you in your face, before grabbing your hand and planting a sweet kiss on the back-side of it.

❊ — you guys talked that night about what you guys wanted to be, and how not to rush into things if you needed time to think about this more.

❊ — very respectful of your voice and opinions and lets you have the stage when you want to be heard. talked his ear off ALL GODDAMN NIGHT, and apologized in the morning for it.

❊ — after yall got off the phone, he went to go tell lo'ak who was up on the game, and they started celebrating and got hella excited.

❊ — p.s, they daddy came in the room and told them to shut up cus they was too damn loud, and him and lo'ak laughed the rest of the night off.

LO'AK ! ׄ ⭑ ⁔

❊ — now lo'ak ass, he had to find out from kiri that you liked him. i SWEAR he was so confused, and realized how bad he been fumbling.

❊ —"OHHH SHITTTT." he yelled aloud and whipped out his phone and ran to his room. you answered the facetime call and seen a big smirk on his face.

❊ — "a lil birdie told me you liked me." he spoke to you while giggle and kicking his feet, to obviously make the moment more alive. your eyes widened and you let out a nervous chuckle and trailed off a lil bit.

❊ — he eventually made plans to go out with you, on a date. he had to get neteyam and kiri to help cause he aint wanna fuck it up more than he already had.

❊ — you and lo'ak went on a lil picnic date, and he surprised you with some of your favorite vinyls. jill scott, sade, micheal jackson, etc. had bought you both cookies and wings to talk about some things, before he asked you the big question.

❊ — "so...do you wanna be my girlfriend?" he muttered to you while avoiding eye contact, and you couldn't help but laugh. you jumped in his arms and gave him a lil kiss on the cheek.

❊ — "of course i'd be your girlfriend, stupid." you told him before two big smiles were painted on the both of you guys' faces.

❊ — p.s, he told his homeboys and his brother he got a kiss the first date, knowing damn well it was a PECK.

KIRI ! ׄ ⭑ ⁔

❊ — you kept it long enough as a secret, thinking all the gifts you gave her were just friendly friends yk. she was SHOCKED, but not in a bad way ofc.

❊ — ever since you guys started dating, she would always hold your hand out in public, wear your bracelets/necklaces, and really cherish everything you give her.

❊ —you gave her a love letter on yall year anniversary (not dating, just knowing eachother), and she started to tear up.

❊ — "noo, baby dont cry." you chuckled and wiped her tears away before hugging her, whilst giggling a little bit. she keeps all of you guys' photos, jewlery, letters, and cards in a lil box, along with her moms stuff too.

❊ — she calls it her "loved ones" or "gifts from my eywa's."

❊ — p.s, her brothers make fun of her about her corny nicknames all the time, but its a sibling thing. they know how much she loves you.

TSIREYA ! ׄ ⭑ ⁔

❊ — baby girl started to blush and giggle and everything.

❊ — "you like..me?" her surprised tone and her flushed skin made you laugh in her face (not in a rude manner ofc), and kissed her forehead.

❊ —ao'unung be side eyeing yall and everything. "aye aye aye, what yall doin in this room?" he would burst through it and see you guys fake sleeping together.

❊ — you guys are always having dates at both of you guys' houses. her parents welcome you with smiles and warmth, yours do the same with her.

❊ — shes most def the type to send you cute tiktok dances and be like "learn them cus we gonna do this." if you DONT learn them, she aint gon be mad, gonna take the time outta her day and a plethora of tries to get it perfect.

❊ — p.s, lo'ak was crying when you scooped tsireya up before he coulda got the chance to even TALK to her.

A'OUNUNG ! ׄ ⭑ ⁔

❊ — now THIS nigga right here knew it, just like neteyam. yall was always talking to eachother, play fighting with one another, then going home and telling yalls siblings about eachother.

❊ — tsireya and you hung out alot, and everytime she'd come home ao'unung standing right by the fucking door. "yo, what did you and y/n do today." he asked, tryna take mental notes of what you like.

❊ — when you and your friend group hung out, you saw ao'unung and his homeboys out (like tsireya aint tell him yall was gonna be out), and came up and asked you for yk your numberr so he could "get to know you better."

❊ — when yall started talking, he responded in a blink of a damn eye. this nigga aint NEVER been so thirsty for nobody, he was on his joe goldberg shit.

❊ — after talking for a few months, yall started talking 25/8 and eventually he asked you on a date.

❊ — he had tsireya help and everything, and ofc you said yes and jumped into his arms with a big smile on your face.

❊ — p.s, he the third to last of his homeboys to finally get a gf. the last two were roxto and lo'ak.

❁ suki speaking — why am i just now finding out tsireya is fucking 13. i thought she was fucking 15 atleast. but, enjoy the fluff guys!! giggle, love u all.

#❁. suki's work #headcannons #awotw x black reader #awotw x reader #lo'ak x reader #ao'nung x reader #live laugh love lo'ak #lo'ak my twinem forreal #enjoy!!!

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Revenge is sweet but so is love

Shuri Udaku x Taloakan FEM reader

SongFic: Revenge by Mariah the scientist (Part 1)

@shurisnewbabymomma

word count: 1011

Summary: K'uk'ulkan was dead he was killed by her hand and she wants peace? Namor has been killed in the fight against Wakanda but he requested that not any of them be slaughtered instead that the people of Taloakan should use this as a peace wager and move on to be one with the Wakandans. Peace? After she slaughtered your king? Your God? asking for a piece of taffy was too much in your books.

Disclaimer: all of my information was provided by google while some things may be altered most of this is true at least in Aztec mythology.

Your king was dead while their queen remains well alive and all-powerful if it were up to you you'd have each Wakandan slaughtered except the children. You have no choice you have no power but that's alright one should never underestimate the power of body language and flirtatious glances. well... because that is what catches her attention.

The princess as a wave of peace decided that if the Talokan people were interested they were welcome to come upon their land and share it with them. You could scoff at her being so honorary as if she holds any honor she slaughtered. Her people slaughtered.

You were one of the only ones like K'uk'ulkan born a defect. A mutant. You didn't have little wings attached to your feet you had something else something far more interesting. K'uk'ulkan got the feathered God part of your deity while you are the snake yourself you have a tongue easy with lies and the wind moves at your command. Many people forget that the feathered serpent God was also the God of twins. One being the serpent and one being the bird. You are K'uk'ulkan's twin although you were not born at the same time and come from different mothers you grew like siblings and just like him you age differently.

Yet here you are laying in Shuri Udaku's bed watching her as she gets undressed "you move slow princess I've been told otherwise" she raises her brow and approaches you her hand gently sliding to your throat you hold in yor instincts as her fingers gently glide down your throat "it's queen" you smile and nod "my queen" you want to immediately pray to the Gods for the forgiveness of the many things you are about to do for your brother.

It's a lot more fun than you expected there's so much emotion in everything she does when she plants soft kisses down your body it feels electric her hands never stop roaming your body you're like a fresh new canvas to her and she's going to paint you black and gold. When you finally reach your climax you're surprised to see she wants nothing in return "so how exactly does that work?" She glances at the strap and smiles "you are interested in my work?" You turn on your side and come face to face with her and you find yourself giving her a true smile "maybe." You two spend the rest of the night talking each other's heads off well...Shuri does most of the talking while you decide to listen. She tells you everything about her little gadgets and you listen making mental notes just in case.

You were disgusted by her when you first entered her room but now you find just how easily she can enchant you. This wasn't good you have a mission and you can't let it be distracted by some amazing time you have once.

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Once. It was supposed to be amazing once but it just kept happening and each time she found something new or she did something new and it had you in her iron-tight grip. She of course gets tired though not of sex with you she gets tired of hiding you "date me out in the open" you laugh and shake your head "absolutely not" she frowns and your laughing dies down.

"My people will see me as a traitor."

Translation: I'm already attracted to you which would make this even harder.

"I can't I know we're on the same team now but I can't forgive and forget."

Translation: I have to kill you I can't fall in love.

She nods slowly as she grabs your hands and squeezes them comfortingly "I understand what I did was Ts'u'ut yéetel implacable- (selfish and unforgivable.)" You widen your eyes when she speaks your native tongue and she nods "-and I have no reason I have no apology to make but I don't want that to come between what we can b-" you quickly get up and grab your clothes. "Shuri no I will not date you I won't. I can't." You hurriedly get dressed in the civilian clothes she got you. Shuri sits up gently grabbing your hands you see the hurt in her eyes why should you care that she's hurt? Your brother is dead you have no feelings for her stop entertaining this and just do it. You've entertained this for long enough it's been a month.

Kill her. Finish the job you've won her trust now finish the job.

Kill her.

You snatch your hands away and finish getting dressed "I knew this would push you away but is this all I'm good for? A good fuck?" You found something out really quick when it comes to Shuri she's one hell of a manipulator. You ignore her and quickly walk to the door but you find yourself pausing and looking back at her tear-streaked face "that's good to know I'm willing to piss off my own people why you're willing to give up what!?" You leave her room without a word.

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The next few nights are hard you don't go to see her in fact you go back home to your people to remind you of who you truly are. You surround yourself with the beauty of the culture that you were raised with yet you can think of nothing else but the woman from the other culture. You can't sleep without thinking of her your dreams are filled with passionate lovemaking, not sex but love making and in those dreams, you find yourself ready to kill her. When her eyes are closed and you're slowly grinding on top of her gasping and moaning as loud as you want you're holding your staff to her neck and you can feel your Gods pressuring you to do what you know is the right thing somewhere in your heart but you can't. The dreams always stop before the climax leaving you with one constantly unanswered question why can't I kill her?

What's stopping me?

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Anything for you, kid

Daryl Dixon [PLATONIC] • They/Them Pronouns • Big brother Daryl would do anything to keep that smile on their sibling’s face. Even if it involves a bit of color • SFW/Angst • TW: Scars / Offensive Talk / Domestic Abuse / Injuries / Canon Violence [Mentioned]

Requested by: Anon

“Since when did yea become even more of a pansy?” Merle shakes Y/N’s own hand in their face indicating the nail polish. “Yea get on our asses when you came out as a fucking IT and now you’re showing your girly side again with that stupid ass paint on your nails”

“Merle. Shut the fuck up” Daryl snaps as he rises from the table in their small one bedroom apartment about to deck the eldest.

“What? What are yea gonna do huh?” Merle got up from the couch after letting go of Y/N’s wrist as their attention couldn’t help but stare at the redness. They didn’t wait another moment and ran into the bedroom that was given to them by both their brothers deciding. Or more so Daryl threatening Merle. “See! It’s hiding from the tru—-“ and without another word to escape his mouth, Daryl’s fist met his jaw as the eldest stumbled onto the floor.

“Don’t yea dare be an asshole to them or say another fucking word about what they do. Or I wouldn’t hesitate to fucking end yer life” Daryl snaps towering his brother as the two glared at one another.

The sound of the front door shutting rang through the place as Y/N hid under their desk shaking slightly. The yelling never leaves one’s mind from their time as a child and your father used words with the stinging pain of his cigarettes in your wrists. They kept in their spot when the door opened and Daryl slowly approached their curled up state.

“Don’t listen to him. Yknow he’s an idiot”

“…it just..makes me happy D.” They frown hugging themselves tighter. “My lab partner Kristen did it and I…I don’t know. It looks nice…”

Daryl brought himself to sit on the floor across from them as he held his hand out for them to extend their hand so that he can get a look.

“Didn’t take yea as a yellow person. Maybe ask this Kristen for black, or that forest green yea like” He comments. “Maybe I’ll ask June to teach me to paint yer nails. Get your own colors”

“You’d really do that…for me?”

“Of course, kid. I’d do anythin’”

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Anything.

Daryl sat on the bench closest to where they parked the vehicles at the prison knowing his sibling is out on a run with Michonne. He obviously trusts them more than he does her but at least they’re with somebody who knows to watch the other’s back. He just wishes they didn’t go on these week long runs.

The archer perks up when he heard the gates opening and the Grimes taking care of said action. Letting the warrior on the back of the horse come through first before another motor bike came roaring through and immediately up to him.

“Yea need to slow down”

“Yeah yeah” Y/N hopped off the bike taking their helmet off revealing the head lac. Daryl instantly shot up from his seat taking their face into his hands. “Hey stop—-“

“What happened? Who hurt you? What hurt you?”

“D—-Let go” The sternness in their voice made him do such given he was being a bit too much, but the worry radiated out of him. “I went hunting one of the days we were out and my face got met with a tree branch”

Daryl in that moment tried not to laugh but at least it wasn’t a walker or a bad guy. “Why didn’t yea patch it up out there?”

“I didn’t have any bandages…”

“Y/N. I told yea to bring your first aid if you’re gonna head out with Michonne and not let me come with”

“The kids here need it more than me! At least I cleaned it while I was out there…” Y/N frowns hugging their helmet knowing they disappointed their brother but the man couldn’t be mad forever.

“Get Hershel to check it for stitches. Then see Carol about food, alright? I’ll meet yea then” Daryl told them to do exactly that while he took care of putting away their bike.

After a while Daryl found himself sitting with Carol at the outdoor grill they made while people came and went for food. He thought Y/N would’ve been out by now but as he got anxious, it grew worse when Hershel stepped out of the prison heading toward the two.

“Daryl, you’ve got a minute?”

Daryl gave Carol a worried look before getting up and leaving to talk with Hershel.

Next thing to occur was obvious. Daryl rushing into Y/N’s room, room being an old office since being locked in a prison cell didn’t sit right with the youngest dixon just like the now oldest—they managed to use one of the empty offices used for probation hearings as their resting place. He stares at their current state finding them without their long sleeve on or the button down they wear like a coat over it. Just sitting at the table in their tank top with a bandage on their forehead and their right arm wrapped. Even if he did barge in, their attention was elsewhere.

“Why did yea lie to me?”

“Lie about what?” They kept their attention elsewhere, growing frustrated at something.

“The fucking tree branch. Now yea gonna tell me what happened out there or am I gonna have to snap at yea with what Hershel told me” Daryl frowns crossing his arms getting frustrated himself when they weren’t looking at him.

“The tree branch is true. Didn’t think it’d swing back like that. As for me sliding on my bike? Walkers were in the way and got a nasty road rash. Michonne cleaned it out to avoid infection. It’s the reason we’re here a day early.” They struggled to set something down given their hands were shaking still after their crash. “Fucking hell…” they dropped what looked to be a small brush on the table spilling whatever was on it.

“Y/N yea need to be—-“

“For fucks sake Daryl! I get it. I need to be more careful but I’m just trying to lighten my mood. Not think about the itching and burning sensation happening on my arm.” Y/N frowns keeping their attention away from Daryl who couldn’t help but feel bad about raising his voice.

Daryl went around to the other side of the table dragging one of the few chairs in the room. Given Y/N didn’t really do much to make it their own except for one of the cell mattresses in the corner with their things. He brought the chair over so he could take a seat finding that what he noticed on the table was nail polish and that they were trying to paint their nails but it was difficult given their body is still trying to calm down after the crash. Hence the shaking in their hands.

“Where’d yea find this?”

“On day one. Surprised it survived my crash…” Y/N watches hold out one of his hands while the other took the brush.

Daryl started to chew on his lip while trying not to make a mess given this is his first time doing something like this. But he’d do it all again to see that smile of theirs.

“Ok. Your turn”

“What? I didn’t sign up—-“

“You yelled at me, it only seems fair”

“Stupid reasoning but only if yea stick around until it’s healed” Daryl gestures to their arm watching them nod in agreement before taking one of his hands. “At least it’s black”

“Think I raided a punk rock shrine of a house. There was a lot of Kiss stuff” Y/N laughs taking their time just to paint his nails on one hand. Not going to make him suffer having both done.

Daryl honestly didn’t mind it and didn’t care about the subtle teasing from Carol or Rick when they noticed the paint job. He simply enjoyed the moment with his sibling and wouldn’t mind it happening again just to see them smile in a whole world of hurt.

Even after Terminus…or more so after the return of the Governor and the separation from everyone he loves, Daryl thought back to that moment as the paint started to chip and when most of the group reunited…he started to get mad that the paint was almost gone and Y/N still hasn’t shown up…he was losing everything.

Until this stranger brought the group to a gated community…of course, Daryl being who is always is, he didn’t trust it. Didn’t care for it and felt awful that he got this luxury when his sibling didn’t. But when his interview with Deanna was over, he heard crying the second he stepped out of her house seeing few of the group hugging an individual he couldn’t make out who at first.

Then Rick saw the archer’s confusion grow as he carefully pulls Carl toward him, given he’s the latest to hug the one Daryl instantly dropped his crossbow because of disbelief.

“Y/N.” He calls out as they instantly cut through the group pulling their brother by the vest into their embrace.

Daryl dropped to his knees with Y/N holding them for dear life. He sobbed as he didn’t let go for what felt like hours. He lost too much, and wasn’t going to lose them either.

“Maggie told me about Beth…I’m sorry” Y/N frowns sitting across from Daryl on the porch of the place the group was given. “This world just…keeps taking”

“How’d yea get here? Where’d yea go when the fire started?”

“I honestly don’t know which direction I was going…I just ran as fast as I could and when the firing stopped, I came back. Hoping someone was left. But it was just…walkers. Corpses.” They drew their attention to their nails and picked at the polish they refused to remove since Daryl did it. “Then I was tracking something…lost my hatchet and ended up running past walkers until my legs gave out from how exhausted I was. And the guy that found y’all, Aaron?…his partner Eric found me passed out in an abandoned convenient store. And I woke up here..”

“…Were you tracking one of us and lost the trail?”

“From the looks of it. Y’all scattered before reuniting. Too many things to look for and no offense to the others but I just wanted to find my brother…” They cross their arms keeping their gaze glued to the wooden flooring as tears started to blur their vision. “We separated from Merle and lost him…I didn’t want to lose you too…”

“I promise yea. I ain’t leavin’ any time soon…not without you” Daryl gently wipes away the tears that spilled. “I promised yea when we were kids. I ain’t breaking that any time soon”

“Good! Cuz who else am I gonna torture with painting my nails?”

Daryl rolls his eyes smiling as he brought them into another hug taking it all in. If they kept them safe here…maybe he can bend a little.

#cultofdixon #the walking dead #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon fanfiction

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lec743-my-art · 5 months

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Merry Christmas Secret Santa @primary-visions

The day was coming to an end. The sky was painted with bright oranges, light pinks, and stark purples and indigo, just enough light for the three travelers to see by as they made it to their destination. The town was small but thrived on the travelers that must pass through to reach farther lands. There was a comfy inn called Drunk Rats. There was an obvious sign of forgers and black smith smokestacks further in town, but the three travelers were too tired to truly explore the town further than what they could see. Well, the only human of the group was tired. The two automatons traveling with the human could continue for forever if they so choose, but it was time for the two to check if anything needs oiling or if dust needs to be taken out of gears. Staying at an inn was a great place to check for such things.

“Oh! This place is so cute looking. Do you think I should have my house here?” Soliel asked as he examined the old but sturdy building they were entering. His metal hands touched at the wood gently as he walked with the others.

The inn wasn’t overwhelmingly loud, but it was noisy with low talking as a dwarf bard near the fireplace strummed on her lute. Candle holders caked with the remains of past candles sat against the support beams of the building as the newly lit candles’ lights danced, giving the whole place a soft golden glow.

“You say that about every village or town we walk into,” Hati stated, ribbing his follow automat with playfulness and annoyance.

“There are so many good places to live at!” Soliel said, getting defensive. “I want to live at the perfect place.”

The human companion, the artificer of the group, sighed at their bickering. They left Hati and Soliel to bicker like siblings that have been together for far too long as they approached the owner of the inn at the front desk.

“Hi. Do you have room for the three of us? We’ll just take one room.”

The human woman looked like she was nearing her golden age. Maybe in her fifties if the gray in her blond hair told them anything. The front desk woman had on a very low-cut dress that was brown and blue in color. It looked nice on her. She looked at the artificer and then at their bickering companions behind them. “Are those things yours?”

The human companion sighed in disappointment at that. “They’re my friends.”

There was a pause as the older woman looked at the artificer with one cocked eyebrow. They didn’t elaborate to the woman, so she shrugged then said, “It’ll be two gold pieces per night stay. Do you have any horses or livestock with you?”

“No, it’s just the three of us,” they said as they dug out ten gold pieces. Then they placed them on the counter and the woman took the money and placed a key in its place.

“Your room will be upstairs, on the right, at the end of the hallway.”

“Thank you.”

They went back to their automaton buddies. They overheard them fighting over hypotheticals about how they would handle fighting a bugbear. Hati was proudly saying he’d demolish the bugbear with the perfect strike while Soliel gave him the most leveling look an automaton could give when his face is only a mask of an artistic sun.

“Okay. Let’s go boys. I hear a bath calling my name.”

“Coming,” they both cheered as they followed the artificer up the stairs.

The next day, as the sun rose, Soliel was the first to rise and he went to explore the little town. It was full of people. Mostly humans, as he’s accustomed to seeing, but he has also noticed there’s another thriving population of lizardfolk as well, along with a small, odd population of dwarves, elves and half-orcs. It really did seem like a nice town, with old but well-kept buildings, a flower shop, a sizable food market, two smith shops, a ceramic shop and a stone and wood cutter shop. Soliel circled back to the food market to buy a little snack for his sunshine friend but as he browsed what the food stalls had to offer, he noticed that there really wasn’t much to see. The portions were much too small for what size they should have been, or they were so old that they were starting to rot a bit, which isn’t a good sign.

Soliel looked to the current food stall owner, who’s stall that he was browsing, and it was a young lizardfolk man sitting behind the cart. He was maybe in his late twenties or early thirties. His scales looked dull, and his face looked gaunt, like he hasn’t had a good meal in a while. He was wearing a simple tunic shirt and it hung off him loosely.

“Excuse me my good man.”

The lizardfolk man blinked a bit, like he was taken out of his thoughts and then he turned his snout towards the automaton. He blinked some more before his eyebrow ridges raised higher on his face as he regarded Soliel. “Yes?”

“I was just wondering, is your town coming across hard times recently.” The bardic automaton motioned towards the lizardfolk’s wares for emphases.

The lizardfolk man sighed as he leaned back into his chair. “No. It is not recently. It’s been four years.”

“Oh my! What’s wrong?”

“Look. I don’t have time for your curiosity, stranger. Either buy something or leave.” He didn’t say it with any power. He sounded like a man who’s extremely tired.

# # #

“What do you mean he won’t tell me more! I rolled high on my charisma! I persuaded the heck out of him!” Sun whined to you, the Dungeon Master.

“Look Sun, that’s just all he’s willing to answer. He doesn’t see you as a threat but you’re just an automaton to him. He doesn’t know your backstory, so he doesn’t think you’d understand anything more than what he said.”

Sun slouched in the kitchen chair as he crossed his arms with a huff.

Moon chuckled playfully as he rolled a twenty-sided die between his fingers. “You should have threatened him if you wanted more information.”

Sun sighed, his voice box glitching to give it a gravelly affect. “That’s not the point of my character.”

From across the kitchen table, Moon shrugged with little remorse at him.

“So are you going to leave the lizard man alone, Sun,” you asked.

“I’ll buy those carrots and leave,” he said in defeat as he leaned his flat face up to the ceiling in another show of pouting.

You nod and then turn back to Moon. “Okay. What is Hati up to then as this is going on, Moon?”

Moon gave a thoughtful hum as he considered his choices.

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Hati snuck through the gray alleyways of the town in the early morning. Having left his little artificer to sleep alone as soon as Sun left. He was scouting out the town for the richest people he can steal from. Some small part of Hati could practically hear Soliel say how he shouldn’t steal from people or how wrong it is. His long-time friend and assumed brother isn’t wrong, but Hati doesn’t care. He likes the thrill of stealing from the rich and using it for himself to buy whatever he wants. He sometimes even gives what he steals to the poor kids they encounter on their travels and that usually shuts up Soliel.

Eventually he came across a government building that was just starting to wake up. At least that’s what it seemed to Hati from his observations. The automaton snuck into the building through a locked back door. The few people he crossed as he snuck through the government building were some general staff that were talking about how hard it’s been to feed their kids and when they are going to be able to farm properly again. Hati shrugged at that as he continued his way to where he deduced the mayor’s coffers to be.

He narrowly avoided being caught by the mayor’s secretary as he was trying to unlock the door that led to the mayor’s office and therefor to their coffers. The secretary was running out of the office after getting news of some kind. Hati didn’t care for what for, he just wanted money and to get out of there. He inspected the mayor’s office to find it looking drab. Usually, a head of office has a luxurious setting with unnecessary gold-plated items. Hati mentally shrugs at the lack of finery. Relegating it to the town being too small for the mayor to get away with. He found the safe and unlocked it with ease. All that was in the safe was a pouch of thirty silver pieces.

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“Ah! What!” Moon complained over Sun’s laughter.

“That’s all you find Moon,” you repeat.

“Noooo! My character isn’t interested in stealing if it’s not gold. How does a government office not have gold!” Moon ranted.

“Well, obviously this town isn’t doing so well,” Sun stated with smug satisfaction.

Moon could only grouch some more against Sun and you.

“Will you now check to see if there are any papers or documents for why this town is falling on such hard times?” Sun pleaded.

Moon mechanically sighed, then said, “Fine… What do I roll for again DM?”

“Investigation.”

Moon took his twenty-sided die and tossed it on the table. It made little clacking noises before settling. “What does a 12 get me?”

You cleared your throat. “You’ve been in plenty of offices before. You easily spot that there is a locked filing cabinet in the back right corner of the room, behind the mayor’s desk.”

“Alright. Let me just roll for Slight of Hand and unlock this sucker.” Moon rolled his twenty-sided die again. “Yes! An eighteen! So all together that’s a twenty-seven.”

“Tell me again why you chose to be a ranger and not a rouge,” you asked.

“It’s too on the nose,” Moon said with a shrug.

“Sometimes, being on the nose isn’t so bad,” Sun stated.

Moon gave his sunny counterpart the best dead pan look that a robot can when their face is frozen in a permanent smile.

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Hati muttered to himself as he looked through the papers. Documents of the dead. Documents of newborns. Documents of housing. Reports on farms. Hati decided to look through those a bit more closely. From his quick scanning of the texts, Hati found that the town is having a bit of a bear problem. He would have looked more into it now that his curiosity has been piqued, but then he heard someone running down the halls towards the office he was in, and he had to bail out of the nearest window. He initially tried to jump through the window while it was closed, but he wasn’t strong enough to break it and instead had to open it and then jump out the window. He jumped with the grace of an egg falling out of a nest and hurting himself as he landed on the ground. He quickly ran back to The Drunk Rats Inn.

The Artificer was drinking water-down beer for breakfast as it seemed that was all the Inn Keeper and Cook were able to provide as food, when Hati and Soliel came back from their exploring. Hati was walking like his ass was broken and Soliel was holding the sadist bundle of carrots the Artificer has ever seen.

“What have you two been up to?”

“Something is wrong here,” they both said. Then in sync both automatons turned to each other and pointed at each other at the same time, saying, “You too?”

“Slow down. Why don’t you two sit down with me and then tell me what’s going on,” The Artificer stated.

“Uh… Soliel, do you mind giving me a hand?”

The sunshine robot rolled his head as he let out a mechanical sigh. He sat the carrots on the table in front of their human friend then he pulled out his ukulele and sang a little song to heal the broken machinery of Hati’s ass.

“Thank you,” the moon themed robot said cheerfully.

Soliel only grumbled a bit in response as he sat down with him and the Artificer. Hati went first telling the group about what he found, and he rolled his head as they told him how much they disapproved of him trying to steal from people… again. Then Soliel talked about his little romp through town and how lovely it is here but also how everyone doesn’t seem to be all that well fed.

“You think that has anything to do with those bear problem reports you found, Hati,” the Artificer asked.

“I don’t know how a bear or even a group of bears could make things go so wrong around here. I would think the local rangers would have taken them down by now.”

“Maybe they don’t have rangers in this area,” Soliel suggested.

The Artificer stood up and took the carrots with them and said, “Welp, there’s only one way to find out. Let’s go talk to some elderly.” The Artificer took the carrots with them, taking a bite out of them as the three of them walked, unfazed by the bad taste of the old carrots.

The three of them found the town square. There were young children gathered together talking or napping under the shade of the buildings and trees. A few young adults were cleaning the town square, making sure it’s clear of dirt and leaves. The elderly was in their own corner sitting around tables and playing boardgames of some kind. The three adventurers approached the elderly. Only one acknowledged their approached as he looked at them suspiciously.

“What do you strangers want?” The old man had a long gray beard, and the sun shined on his bald head, as if he somehow took the hair on his head and decided to place it on his face to shake up the last years of his life. He was rail thin, but he still had a fire in his eyes, like he’d use his skeleton-like hands to cut you open with just his fingernails.

“Well, my friends and I have noticed that your town seems to be having a hard time,” the Artificer started, “and we’re trying to figure out what’s wrong so we can help if we can. So what’s going on?”

“No! That’s none of your concern!” The old man stated as the other elderly nodded in agreement. Except for one lady who was hidden by the crowd saying, “Uh, we could use the help actually.” The old man turned towards the old woman’s voice and yelled, “Ah, shut up, Linda, they weren’t asking you!”

Hati took a step forward and lend towards the old man, then said, “Well now we are.”

Soliel was already walking towards Linda, “Pardon us.”

The old lady was bald, and you could obviously see that she didn’t have any teeth, but she still had a smile on her face that made the initial hostility surrounding them, seem dimmer.

“So what is going on, Madam,” Soliel asked politely.

“There’s this monstrous bear out in the woods that has three heads—”

“Bah! Your eyes are bad! It was a normal bear!” The old man stated.

“We weren’t asking you, now shut up,” Hati told off the old man. He was officially cowed by the moon themed automatons’ words.

“Please continue,” Soliel gently coxed Linda to continue.

“There’s this three-headed bear in the woods. It’s been giving us trouble ever since it’s been here. We’ve sent out so many rangers after it, who have never come back, that it’s felt useless to even ask for help anymore.”

“Well, we’re willing to help. We can take care of it for you,” Soliel said.

The old man spoke up with a shake to his voice, “Pah! What makes you three so special? I bet you’ll be asking for money for this service you are wanting to do.”

The Artificer quickly spoke up, “Of course. It’s only just enough money to support us to the next town we travel to. We need to eat and survive as well.”

The old man grumbled to himself as the other old folk nodded to that sound logic. The three of them get as much information as they can out of the towns folk and they bargained that if they succeed in killing the supposed three headed bear, they would be paid thirty gold pieces. Once everything was settled, the three adventures gathered their things and made their way into the nearby forest.

As the three of them walked through the forest, Soliel decided to softly strum on his ukulele to pass the time. Their human friend was lost in their own thoughts thinking about what new magical buffs they can add to their automaton friends. Hati took the lead as the ranger of the group and was trying to find bear tracks. After an hour of walking, Hati had suddenly stopped, and the other two-party members ran into him as a result.

“Dang it, Hati, what was that for. I was on a rhythm,” Soliel complained.

Hati put a finger to his face mask and made a shushing noise. Then in a whisper he asked, “Do you hear that?”

The three of them stood silently in the softly lit forest. All that was heard was the slight rustling of the breeze through the trees.

“I don’t hear anything,” the Artificer whispered. Soliel nodded in agreement with them.

“That’s right. There’s nothing. Not the sound of birds. Not the sound of wolves. Or dear or ferrets or any other animal that belongs to this forest. It’s too quiet. It’s like not even the insects are here.”

The Artificer felt goosebumps prickle their skin and Soliel huddled closer to them as they gripped their ukulele a little tighter.

“Did this bear just eat everything that’s in this forest?” The Artificer asked as they seriously took in their surroundings.

Hati took out two arrows from his quiver for him to grip in each hand. “I would bet good money on that being the case. Let’s keep moving. I know we’re getting closer to it.”

After that, the three of them got lost in the woods for an undetermined amount of time, because Hati was too proud to say he got lost after saying something that he thought made him sound cool. Eventually, the three of them got back on track. At a clearing in the woods, the party then found a big, dark cave with dried blood splattering its entrance and bones scattered everywhere.

“I think it would be nice if one of us knew necromancy,” the Artificer whispered.

“Yah, we could raise a whole skeleton army here,” Soliel whimpered.

“Welp, no time like the present to get this done,” Hati said. Then he ran screaming into the cave making his friends jump at the sudden noise.

Exasperated, Soliel yelled, “Hati why!”

The lunar automaton moved too fast for them to react and all they could do was watch him disappear as his voice echoed inside the cave. The two of them stood quietly as it got quiet in the cave.

“Oh good. It seems the bear isn’t in it’s cave right now,” the Artificer sighed.

Soliel felt a hot, wet breath on the back of his scrawny neck. The solar automaton whipped around so fast it made the human jump and the two of them came face to face with a bear. Its head is so large it was as long as Soliel was tall. Its eyes were blood shot, and drool dripped down its fuzzy maw. Then something moved around the neck of the giant bear, almost hidden and blended into its long, dark brown shaggy fur. It was two more heads, smaller than the head in the middle, but still just as dangerous looking. For the longest moment, the two of them stared down the massive creature as it sniffed at them. All six eyes then shifted to the Artificer.

“Oh, no…” They said as they started to back up from the encroaching bear.

In a panic Soliel cast Confusion on the three headed bear, music filled the air making the world seem wobbly and weak. His human friend shook their head against the music, resisting the magic the solar automaton cast. The three headed bear wasn’t so lucky as it recoiled and stood on its hind legs, looking as tall as a two-story tall building.

“Sorry!” Soliel yelled.

“It’s good! I’m good!”

An arrow shot forward and then hundreds more followed suit. The bear cried in pain, but only attached a near by tree. The two heroes turned to see Hati standing at the entrance of the cave, his bow smoking from using the spell Conjure Volley.

“So, the cave is empty.”

“Oh, you don’t say,” Soliel snapped back.

“Now’s not the time to argue,” their human friend yelled as they took special manacles out of their bags and placed them on their arms. Then like angel wings, four giant olden mechanical arms appeared on their back, having casted Bionic Arms on themselves. “I’m going to try and pin its heads.” They climbed up the bear, using the arrows lodged into its hide as leverage to climb up faster. The human managed to get on top of the middle head of the bear, but just as they were about to grapple the jaws shut, clarity came back to the bears eyes, and it immediately tried to shake the Artificer off. “Aaaaa! Heeeeelp!!!”

Soliel strummed on his ukulele and sang a song called Hold Monster. Immediately the three headed bear was still, but its body trembled as it tried to fight off the magical hold it was under. The human sighs in relief.

Hati shot two arrows from his bow at the bear, both striking true. The second arrow caused thick spiney vines to spout out of the ground and wrap around the three headed bear’s hind legs. Even though it couldn’t open its mouth as it was still being held down by Soliel’s magic, they heard it cry viciously from the pain.

The Artificer placed a pair of hands on each head, then used Taser. A charge of deadly electricity raced through the bear, causing its fur to smoke. Then the bear managed to break free of Soliel’s magic and one of the smaller bear heads managed to grab the Artificer by their boot. The bear shook them around before releasing them. The human flew through the sky and hit their back against a thick tree trunk and flopped to the forest floor.

Soliel reactively ran towards their human friend but as he tried to get to them, the bear managed to catch him with its paws and sent the automaton flying backwards, making him disappear into the bushes of the forest. The bear then got to work on biting the spiney vines off of its body.

Hati let loose another spell of Conjure Volley. Hitting the bear mostly in its back as it was in pain but still focused on getting itself free from the vines. The lunar automaton pulled out two arrows from his quiver and then charged at the bear with the arrows held high above his head.

The Artificer struggled to get back on to their feet, even when using their extra limbs as crutches. They looked up in time to see Hati flinging himself at the three headed bear. “Hati! It’s not even restrained anymore!” Their friend ignored them as the ranger robot continued to stab the now free bear with his arrows. The bear set its eyes on the human and growled hungerly at them as they started to lumber towards the only flesh and blood being within a hundred-foot radius. The Artificer pulled out a disk from their bag and as the bear got closer and opened its jaw towards them, the human threw the disk into their mouth. The bear retracted a bit, finding the odd disk tasting funny, then the human magically set it off and the disk blew up like a bomb in the bear’s mouth. The middle head gurgled in pain as the other two heads howled in pain with the middle head.

Soliel managed to finally drag himself out of the bush and came back into the clearing seeing that Hati was hanging on to the bear’s chest hair, and that his human friend was essentially cornered by a bloody mouthed bear. The bardic robot shook the leaves out of his ukulele and then started to strum Vicious Mockery, telling the bear how stupid it is and how weak and pathetic it is and how it doesn’t belong in the forest. It shook the three headed bear to its core. Hati barely managed to get out of the way as the bear fell to its stomach.

Hati aimed an arrow into the sky and as the arrow fell towards the downed bear, he cast Conjure Barrage and hundreds of arrows rained on the bears back. The bear let out a weak roar.

The Artificer kept their distance from the bear as they pointed with three hands at the creature. Then they let loose another Taser spell at the bear’s head. With one last weak gargle, the bear died before the three of them. The three of them sighed in relief.

“That was rough,” the human stated as they wiped sweat off their brow.

“That was an invasive species if I’ve ever seen one,” Hati remarked as he put away his bow and arrows.

“Yah, and maybe next time, don’t just run headfirst into a problem,” Soliel scolded his fellow automaton.

“It’s dead, isn’t it?”

“Guys, let’s cut its head off so we have proof we did the job. Soliel, do you have any juice left to heal me. I’m not feeling too good.”

The solar robot got it’s ukulele in position, “Of course.

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“And then the three of you managed to drag the heads to the town and the towns folk rejoiced and had a big celebration in your honor for actually defeating the monster that has been terrorizing them for years. You were given your thirty gold pieces like you were promised and extra travel supplies as an extra thank you for what you three did. The end.” You said, finishing the campaign.

“Yay! Happy ending,” Sun said as he clapped.

“Thank you for this. We really enjoyed playing this with you,” Moon stated.

“Of course. I’m happy you two were interested in trying it with me.”

Sun nodded with a giddy mechanical hum and Moon held your hand. Then the three of you cleaned up your dnd mess and continued your day doing chores and personal hobbies.

#my art #digital art #fnaf #fanfiction #secret santa present #DCASS2023 #for primary-visions

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42 and 77 for secondo and his pm maybe? 👀

The prompt was the big damn kiss/In Vino Veritas and Ghestie I am just NOW finally getting to it... though I made it a gender-neutral reader so all can enjoy 💗

So here we go!

Liquid Courage

The hard and unapproachable Papa you have been crushing hard on gets a few drinks in him and finally decides to confess something to you…and the rest of the Abbey.

Also available HERE on AO3!

He's been staring again. This time for longer than usual. It's a bit unnerving, his stare—cold and calculating. As if his very gaze could slice right into you.

You'd be lying if you said you didn't like it. It had been months since your sibling initiation and from the moment you saw him, your heart stilled in your chest. It didn't in the least surprise you when you heard the others call him "hard", "unapproachable", and "cold". You could see that too, but there was something more. Something hidden beneath the surface, like a diamond within rock.

Over time, your heart only swelled more in his presence—matching the ache you felt in your gut. Watching his command of the congregation during Black Mass, sneaking a glimpse of him pouring over papers in his office, or even when you watched him, in secret, painting his face–it all made you weak in the knees.

It wasn’t until this past week that it dawned on you—the feeling may be mutual. As your hand accidentally touched his, when you reached for the file you were asked to retrieve for Sister. A spark sent between you. A moment, unspoken but fully felt. You rushed off, your cheeks bright red as you made your way out of his office. Never to revisit him since, worried and embarrassed that you may have taken it the wrong way. That was until tonight.

Copia had returned from tour and the whole of the Abbey was in celebration. Ghouls and siblings alike, reveling in their merriment of his return. Your thoughts, however, never leaving the Papa who had been there all along. His moment in the spotlight, having come and gone, ages before you were ever called “sibling”.

He was pouring them back, glass after glass. Not unlike the rest of the Abbey, Secondo had consumed more than his fair share of spirits. You watched, marveling at how well he maintained his constitution despite his deliberate assault to his liver. Only hours into the celebration, did you notice his wavering step and his locked gaze.

Suddenly and without warning he stood up, with the help of some of his ghouls, eyes never leaving you as he clanged around on his glass with a knife. Calling attention to everyone in the Great Hall towards him. “If I could have everyone’s attention!” he called out. All eyes of the Abbey fell upon him as he cleared his throat and prepared to speak.

Secondo smiled and sauntered to the center of the room. While he was indeed, a bit taken by his drink, he still seemed to have his wits about him when he began his speech, offering up a welcome home to his younger brother. Droning on a bit longer than anyone would have liked about the importance of the tour and how well Copia did as Ghost’s frontman.

“Now please continue with your celebrations, I have something I must attend to.” Secondo declared, raising his glass once more in cheer before walking in your direction. Your breath hastened, the sound of your heartbeat became so loud you couldn’t hear the whispers and cheering of siblings as he approached closer.

“Papa?” you asked as he stood right in front of you. Majestic in his emerald and black robes. The miter, tall and proud atop his head. How badly you wanted him to take you right there, not caring who saw, when he spoke.

“I have something I must confess.” He began, pulling a bit at his collar before he continued. “You see tesoro, I have had my eye on you since you arrived, and I cannot get you out of my head…”

“Oh?” you asked him, surprised, but somehow already knowing. You felt the tiny hairs all over your body standing on end. Like electricity coursing through you as you waited for his response.

“Si, I have longed to feel the touch of your hand, the feel of your lips against mine—imagined what it felt like to be ins—”

“Papa!” you stopped him, feeling the blood rushing to places that made you blush once again. He grabbed your hand and looked deeply into your eyes. There it was again—that softness, that truth. The man behind the paint you knew was there. You could drown in those eyes, a sweet death you’d welcome with open arms if he’d only say the word.

“Papa I don’t mean to imply anything, but maybe you’ve had a bit too much celebrating tonight and it's affecting your judgment.” you laughed, nervously. Hoping so badly deep down that this was more than a drunken stupor.

“Oh see, that is where you are wrong amore. The drink is nothing but liquid courage you see…”

“You hardly look like the type that needs a drink for courage Papa.” you laughed once more, tenser now than before as you felt all the eyes upon you. The siblings, clergy, and ghouls—taking notice of you both as your hearts laid bare.

“Ah, but even a man such as myself needs it when it comes to making such a jump.”

“Jump?” you asked. The words had barely escaped your lips, when his were on you. It was magic as they met. His lips were soft and warm. Your own, melting into his within an instant before you opened your mouth to him. Secondo, slipping his tongue carefully inside to dance with yours in heated passion.

How could this moment be more glorious than you had imagined? How could reality surpass things of fantasy and dreams? It only made you more excited for where it might lead as your head slowly descended back to reality. The thunderous applause and whistling ringing in your ears.

“Papa?” you asked as you broke apart, your mind still hazy and full of lust.

“Si tesoro?” Secondo whispered against your lips, begging to be allowed back to them.

“Seems we are making a scene.” you giggled. Secondo took your cheek in his palm, raising your heavy eyes back to meet with his. His mismatched eyes, burning with desire as he slid his thumb over your bottom lip.

“Then shall we retire to my chambers?” He winked at you, waiting desperately for you to agree. You turned around, watching everyone, excited for you in this truly unexpected situation. Your heart set aflame in his arms and your soul ignited with the passions of Hellfire burning through you. There was only one thing you could say.

“If you insist.”

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Thank you for answering! I’m back into my morgue files craz, so I wanted to ask if you could write Jeff Mason with a male reader that’s just like him, aesthetic wise. Dyed black hair, likes metal music, horror stuff, little bit moody and sarcastic. Expect he’s more open about showing his soft side. So instead of Jeff coming to Liu’s defence against Spencer, the reader does. Got no problem popping that guy in the mouth. Originally him and Jeff don’t exactly get along at first, cause reader doesn’t like how he acts with Liu as he has younger siblings. But then they eventually bond over metal music. And then one night they are having a movie night, and the reader, having no problem with their sexuality, jokingly dares Jeff to kiss him, but then he does. Could possibly lead to nsfw? It’s up to you. Thank you for clarifying again!

•A beneficial Friendship•

Warnings: Male x Male, reader and Jeff have been

aged up to 18, Masturbation(m receiving), Oral sex (m receiving) ,cussing,blood,

violence,strained relations,facial.

Interact if comfortable with warnings.Minors allowed if they are comfortable & don't attack me.

Having a peaceful walk in the hallways of your highschool,talking to your friends was a rare occurrence. You barely got time for this. But of course,you cherished moments like these. Sure, recess took place everyday,but having hardworking,yet sweet toppers as your two best friends was kinda hard. Not saying you weren't smart,you were somewhat of a topper too.

And today was the Same. After sitting together & eating lunch,four of you went in class. After sometime,you heard some commotion outside.

"Yo,I'll go check it out." You told your friends. All of them gave you a nod. You went outside and the scene that painted in front of your eyes made your blood boil to a 100°C. It was this spoiled kid,Spencer Riley, bullying the new kid,Liu Mason.

"Ey Spencer!" You yelled. "Stop it,you douchébag!" But of course,do spoiled brats listen?You looked around to see Liu Mason's elder brother,Jeffery Mason looking at the scene,frozen. 'Oh! Isn't he the best fucking brother?!'

You looked at Liu,and the look in his eyes increased the anger at Spencer and Jeffery as it also increased the pity and protective attitude towards Liu. Seeing no way to stop it,you lunged at Spencer. "___What the fuck?! Get off of me you bastar-AGH!" He was cut off by your fist colliding with his jaw. You could feel people gathering around,some even yelling at you to stop,but for you? The room was getting blurred. As the only thing you could see was a red liquid staining your hand and the feeling of it's warmth. You felt someone touch your shoulder.Looking back,you saw it was the brunette that you had stood up for. "___,enough."You looked at him,then at Spencer. The asshole's nose broken. You smiled,proud of your artwork and prepared for the consequences.

You were taken to Mr.Webb,the principal of this highschool. On the way there,you didn't stop glaring at the elder Mason child. He on the other side,stared at you with An unreadable expression on his faces,with an unexplainable emotion in his eyes. In the office,Mr. Webb had suspended you for a week. He would have definitely sent you for counselling, but you having the population of a good,righteous student saved you.

The next day,you Sat in your bed,listening to some metal music. You heard the doorbell ring. Your parents had gone out of town for a month,leaving the house to yourself. They had thankfully understood your decision of punching Spencer.

You went to open the door and TADAA!

The Mason bothers! 'What a pleasant surprise' you mentally rolled your eyes looking at the elder brother. Smiling at the younger face,you asked,"Any help required,Liu?You alright?" He gave a nod. "We wanted to thank you." He gave a look to his brother,to which he nodded. "Come in." The door now completely open, you motioning them to come inside. Your parents had gone away, but your younger sister,your little munchkadee had stayed. And of course, the sweet,curious bunny would come out of her lilac bedroom to see who's come. "Hi!" She chirped from above as the Mason brothers Sat in the living room. Both the Mason's waved,Liu with a smile and Jeffery with his blank-ass stare.

You smiled at her and went in the kitchen to prepare Liu some tea as Jeffery had refused. You heard footsteps going towards the living room and some coming towards you.

"Need any help? My brother has a Peculiar way of wanting his Tea." This was the first time you had heard the elder son speak. "Uh,sure." You took out the ingredients and prepared tea as the black haired boy instructed you. Once the required aroma filled the kitchen, both if you said in unison, "Perfect." And like an idiot,your dumbass blushed. Thankfully,Jeffery didn't notice,probably focused on carrying the tea cups. The duo made it to the living room,only to see the younger siblings bonding over their favourite types of paints.

Liu looked at the both of you,immediately darting his hand to take the tea cup from his brother's hand. "Thanks.." You nod. After taking a sip,Liu's eyes slightly widen. "You remember how I like my tea?" He asks,looking at his elder brother.Jeffery just nods,waving his hand in a 'not a big deal' mannerism. 'Defo a strained relationship' You think. After a bit more small talk,you realise Jeff [something he allowed you to call him] are quite similar..and so are your siblings. Both you and your little sister bid them farewell,not before Jeff giving you his phone number and instagram account ID.

You followed him. And you realised that he loved the things you liked,of course,not all were the same,but around 60% was same. Day and night you found yourself chatting and after some weeks even facetiming with him.

You would meet up with him in highschool and talk. You gave your friends time aswell. You weren't sure, but Jeff would always get annoyed at one of your friends who was a girl,glaring at her every time she held your hand. You never understood why.

You and him got closer. H could be quite grumpy at times,but it's alright. You both would dare eachother the most random yet bold things ever. Being the brave teens you both were,you would always complete them and rub your victories into each other's faces.

One day,you received a text from him.

Jeff🔥

Hey,my parents allowed me to come to you. Pick a movie. I'll be there at 8pm.

You smiled.

You

Yea,sure.

You picked this stupid 1990's film that you knew was idiotic. You and Jeff would definitely take out all the flaws,insult the actors,the acting and laugh about it. You took out some energy drinks and looked at the time.

7:55pm.

You sat in the living room,waiting. The bell rung at 8:00. You opened the door and saw your close friend. "Wassup'" "The sky" you rolled your eyes.

Both of you plopped down on the couch as you switched on the T.V,Jeff already reaching for the energy drink. The movie began and almost 15 minutes in both of you cackling,criticising the actors. "Who the fuck does that?! Your wife's getting killed and all you're gonna do is yell 'stop!'?!" You facepalmed as Jeff shook his head,chuckling.

After sometime,you got a devious idea. "Yo,Jeff." You called. "Hm?" You smirked.He raised an eyebrow. Suspicion all over his face.

"Kiss me."

Silence. You repeated. Silence. You started laughing,absolutely losing it over his shook face. You laughed so hard your stomach started hurting. You closed your eyes,trying to gain composure,until you felt something. His lips on your lips. Jeffery Mason was kissing you. Your lips were timid initially,but then you kissed him back. What felt like an eternity were just 5 minutes. Both of you pulled back,panting. Jeffery smirked. You knew you were dying as he pushed you off the couch.

"Kneel."

So you did. You hadn't even realised that big-ass bulge he had. Looking at it made you realise the tightness in your own pants. "You know what to do." He said, eyes half-lidded. You unzipped his pants,surprised at him not wearing underwear.His cock sprung out,standing proud. Completely pale,the tip blushed as precum Ran down and blue veins ran up. He tapped your head,clearly impatient. You spat on his dick,using your saliva as lubricant. You smeared his precum on his tip,earning a pleasured hiss from him. You looked him dead in the eye as you opened your mouth and showed him your tongue. Then you completely took his cock in your mouth,gagging due to his length. His thickness was average..oh but that length? Long as fuck.

You started bobbing your head,faster and then slowing in order to tease him,which was working."Just like that,pretty boy..Yeah..Keep on suckin'. Good boy"Emphasis on 'good boy' had made your own dick twitch. You immediately took out your own cock,stroking it. You felt warm. Fuzzy as you sucked his dick and jerked off at the same time. Every suck resulting in contact of your nose and his trimmed,white pubes. You kept on going,as he kept saying praises whilst also simultaneously degrading you."So good, baby...so fuckin good. " He gave out a gutteral grunt. And you swore it was the hottest thing ever.You felt his cock twitching, your own responding to the lust.

"'M close baby,fuckk" he dragged the last part,making you shoot out ropes of cum on the floor,as your muffled moan sends a wave of vibrations through his body. He cums in your mouth. The hot,salty milk of his making you cum again. Mid cumming,he pulled out. The remaining cum now started painting your face as he gave you a creamy facial. "Look so much better,boy." He said. You just hummed in response. He tucked his dick in. You placed your head on his lap,too tired to clean your face. Just like that,you tapped out.

You woke up in your bed.. In darkness.You looked beside you and saw your phone. You sat up,rubbing your eyes. You looked down and smiled. 'He changed my clothes.'

You unlocked your phone and saw the time.

10:00pm

'Not too long' you thought. You looked at your whatsapp and saw that Jeff had sent you some photos. You downloaded them and they left your mouth agape. They were photos of your fucked out face with his cum all over your face. 'That bastard.' You smiled. And when you finally started looking around the room,you saw the bastard lying next to you,fast asleep. You sighed.You'd wake up again later on. Thankfully,tomorrow was Sunday.

You laid once again,eyes fixated on his peaceful,sleeping face. You then closed your own,sleep finding you immediately.

A/N: divides by @cafekitsune

#creepypasta x reader #jeff the killer #x reader #the morgue files #jeffery mason x reader #jeffery mason #male reader

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