#I bet at night when they are sleeping he is a nightlight

[vinillain]

I’m obsessed with them

#I bet at night when they are sleeping he is a nightlight #also Eliatrope eyes should be like cat eyes… glow a bit in the dark #they are both so PRETTY I WANT THEM?? MOVE OVER BOTH OF YOU #yumalia #yugo x amalia #gorgeous brown eyes #staring into your soul #wakfu #wakfu amalia #wakfu yugo #sadida #eliatrope #wakfu season 4 #queen Amalia #king yugo #meme #shitpost #wakfu shitpost #wakfu meme

[eddies-ashtray]

You Get Me Closer To God // Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Masterlist

Synopsis: Your best friend sleeps over.

WC: 2.3k

Category: Smut (18+).

Content: Friends to lovers, mean, pervy Eddie, dom/sub dynamics (?), virgin!reader, name calling (of the ‘whore’ & ‘slut’ variety), nice nicknames (of the ‘sweetheart’ & ‘baby’ variety), 1 dacryphilia mention, mocking, dumbification if you squint, humiliation kink ig, teasing, vaginal penetration without the use of a condom (don’t try this at home, folks), some hand-on-neck action + a squeeze but no actual choking, multiple orgasms, and Eddie referring to himself as ‘master’ a grand total of one (1) time! 

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You weren’t sure how it had happened, but your best friend was on top of you. His cock was hard against your thigh. His gentle breath was fanning across your face.

It was supposed to be a regular sleepover at your house. But then there had been this energy in the air. This tension. It wasn’t new, you’d felt it before. You’d felt it every night he’d slept in bed with you and hadn’t touched you. Every morning you woke up and felt his hardness against your ass, but pretended like it wasn’t there. But now, here he was, above you, his hand stuffed up your shirt, rolling your nipple between his fingers. You whimper weakly below him.

With only the low light of your nightlight in the corner of your bedroom, all you can see is his face. Those deep brown eyes staring intently into yours. Measuring your every movement, your every breath.

“Fuck, look at you,” Eddie says, pain lacing his tone. You shiver involuntarily at his words and gasp sharply when he tweaks your nipple meanly between his fingers. Wetness drips from your slick hole like it’s weeping, crying out for him. “I knew you were a virgin, but Christ, sweetheart, no one’s ever even groped your pretty tits before, have they?” Eddie asks rhetorically, squeezing your breast to emphasize his point.

Your resulting squeak is answer enough for him. You feel like you could cry, it’s all so overwhelming; his body weight on top of you–somehow menacing, but comforting all at once–, his rough hands groping you, his proximity, his scent, his words.

Tilting his head at you, Eddie coos at your pout, at the glassy quality of your eyes.

“You’re just a pathetic little virgin, huh? Too shy to tell me what you want. Bet you’d let me do anything I wanted to you. Isn’t that right, angel?”

Your face warms and you feel hot all over as your cunt throbs desperately. You would let him do anything he wanted to you. So you nod ever so slightly and Eddie’s brows knit together.

“Of course you would. Cause even though no one’s stuffed you full of cock yet, you’re just a desperate whore.”

Whining at his words, your back arches into his body, trying to get impossibly closer, trying to fuse as one.

“Yes,” You agree.

Eddie rolls his hips into yours and groans at the friction. He’s only in his boxers, that’s how he sleeps. Even when he’s in bed with you. He’s thick and long and you need him inside of you right now. You think you might die or explode or scream if he doesn’t stuff you full at this very moment. But you know he won’t. Because he wants to torture you. Wants to rile you up, make you cry. He’d told you so, confessed it to you in the darkness just before this all began.

“And because you’re a desperate whore, I bet your panties are soaked. I bet you’re drenched and leaking onto the sheets…Why don’t I check?”

Nodding vigorously, you beg, “Please, please.”

With that, his hand begins its slow descent down your body, his rough palm running down the length of your torso until he reaches the hem of your sleep shorts. Instead of sliding underneath them however, Eddie keeps his hand moving. You gasp as it passes over your mound, and then choke out a moan when his large hand cups your hot cunt, pressing into the soft material of your shorts and rubbing harshly.

“Oh, look at that. You soaked right through your shorts, baby. How pathetic,” Eddie teases, then leans down as he continues rubbing you harshly over your shorts. His mouth envelopes your nipple, sucking it into his mouth, nipping at it.

You whine underneath him, kicking your legs out in frustration.

“Eddie, please! I want-” But you can’t bring yourself to finish the sentence. Not even now when he has you shaking beneath him from a simple hand over your sex.

His movements cease and his mouth releases your breast with a pop. Eddie stares up at you darkly, his eyes simmering in the low light.

“What was that?”

“I-I-” You stutter, unable to just say it.

Eddie removes his hand from you completely and you whine again, pout returning to your lips.

“Tell me or I leave you here, wet, and hot, and needing, while I go tug my cock in the bathroom,” He threatens, and you know he’s serious. Know that he would leave you here. Know that he would go straight to your bathroom, pull his cock free from his boxers, and you would be cursed to listen to the slick sound of his hand tugging at his cock until he came over his fist.

You huff like a petulant child, not wanting to have to say it. Not wanting to admit it aloud.

“Fine,” Eddie says, pushing himself off of you.

“Wait!” You whisper-shout in a panic. Eddie stops, but doesn’t lower himself back over you quite yet.

His brow quirks.

When you don’t say anything for a moment, Eddie says, “I’m waiting.”

Sighing and squeezing your eyes shut in complete humiliation, you will the words to leave your mouth.

“I need your–your cock,” You say, whispering the final word far quieter than the first three.

Eyes still squeezed shut, you can’t tell what Eddie’s reaction had been. But he doesn’t move. Doesn’t say anything. So, you open one of your eyes slowly, trying to sneak a peak at him.

“Say it again,” Eddie demands when your one eye finds his. “Louder. Eyes open.”

You open your other eye. Eddie holds eye contact, tilts his head at you expectantly.

Drawing in a breath, you muster all the courage in your body to try and say it again.

“I need your cock.”

Eddie’s lips quirk up in a smirk as he lowers himself back onto you and leans in closely, down by your ear; so close his lips graze the sensitive skin of your lobe.

“Good girl.”

You huff, frustrated by his teasing, but your belly burns with lust, betraying the air of annoyance you’re trying to give off.

“But first… I wanna play with this sweet, little cunt.”

You barely have time to register his words, to allow them to sink in and affect you before Eddie is tearing your shorts down your legs in one quick motion and literally tearing your panties in two. Just as quickly, his nimble fingers are drawing slick up from the leaking well of your hole, all the way up to your throbbing clit.

Your arms fly to his shoulders, longing for something to hold onto. “Fuck!”

“There you go, sweetheart. I know it feels good, let it out,” Eddie encourages as his index finger rubs a harsh pattern against the hard little button.

“Mmph!” You squeak, slamming your eyes shut and shoving your face into your shoulder. It feels so much better than your own fingers, so much better than when you shamefully rub the little nub to thoughts of your long-haired, ring-wearing, metal-obsessed best friend until you soak your panties with your cum.

“Nuh-uh, give me your eyes, baby. Give me your eyes, or I stop.”

Reluctantly, you open your eyes, but can’t bring yourself to tilt your head so you’re face-to-face with the man who’s touching you. When you don’t do as you’re told, Eddie’s free hand comes up from its place on your hip where he was holding you down to grip your face meanly, squashing your cheeks together and forcing you to look him in the eyes.

Your mouth falls open in a wanton moan, brows knitted together at the pleasure-pain, at his meanness. Eddie mocks you, his mouth dropping open with an embarrassing imitation of the sound that just left you. It just makes you wetter, makes you gush over his fingers as they speed up over your clit.

“G-gonna cum!”

“Aw, how cute,” Eddie coos. “Can’t even last a full five minutes with my fingers on this sweet little button.”

And you can’t. His mean teasing is what shoves you over the edge. What has you pushing your head back into the pillow below your head while little pops of light explode behind your eyelids. While tension uncoils in your belly and your hole clenches pathetically around nothing.

Heaving in great breaths as you come down, Eddie continues his assault on your clit. You whine, shrinking away from his touch. But Eddie doesn’t stop.

“Too sensitive,” You whine, pouting up at him.

“Don’t care. Wanna see you cum again,” Eddie demands, leaning down to kiss and suck marks into your neck. You gasp at the sting of pain before Eddie soothes over the mark with his tongue. The sensation makes you shiver.

“Can I-can I at least have your cock?” You ask, still trembling, and you have no idea where the confidence to say this came from, but it halts his movements, and Eddie pulls back to look you in the face. He eyes you with curiosity.

His free hand comes up from your hip once again, rising goosebumps over your belly and your chest, before stopping at the base of your throat. Ever so slowly, his hand wraps around your neck, and he squeezes gently once. Your eyes are pleading, but confused. Curious.

“Okay,” Eddie replies simply.

His answer surprises you. You were expecting him to mock you or outright say no and continue rubbing your sensitive clit.

“But you owe me two more orgasms now,” Eddie conditions, and you swallow harshly. Of course his answer had come with a price.

You’ve never cum more than once, how are you supposed to give him two more? But you can’t resist; your hole clenching around nothing when you’d cum had made you want to cry. You’ve never felt so empty in your life. So, you agree. And the second you do, Eddie is shoving his boxers down and pushing your legs apart, lining himself up with your slick entrance.

He doesn’t push in right away though. He paints his pink tip up your messy cunt and rubs it harshly into your clit, causing you to whimper in pleasure-pain.

Sniffling, you beg, “Please, Eddie. Want it inside.”

“You just look so cute like this, though. Clenching around nothing, a sticky mess of your own cum. You’re too sweet for your own good.”

“But-” Before you can finish the rest of your complaint, Eddie grips himself at the base and guides his cock down to your weeping hole, pushing just the leaking tip inside. You gasp in shock.

Then, he pushes in all the way, stuffs you so full you can’t remember where you end and he begins. And it hurts. But not as much as you thought it might. Just a little pressure, a slight pinch. But you’re wet enough that he just slides in easily, and the sound. Oh, God, the sound! It’s slick and dirty and so delicious.

Eddie groans at the perfect slide, at the velvety feeling of your walls around him, so tight, little stars appear in his vision. His arms are braced by your head, causing his hair to become a curtain around you, unable to see anything else but him. Unable to feel anything else but him.

His thrusts are slow and so, so deep. He reaches a place inside of you you hadn’t known existed before tonight.

Your hands come up around his neck and tangle in his hair at the base of his neck.

“You like being full, sweetheart?” Eddie asks, bringing his hand up to brush the sweat off your brow.

“Y-yes…Oh, God,” You moan when his thrusts become harder. Not any faster, just harder, slamming right into a glorious spot inside of you. “There! Right there!”

“Oh, that’s it, huh? There you go…I know, baby, I got you,” He says, repeatedly thrusting in at the same rhythm and angle, hitting that wonderful spot every single time. Then, he brings one of his hands down and starts to toy with your clit again. Most of the sensitivity you had felt earlier is gone now. It only intensifies your pleasure.

“Fuck! Feels good.”

“Yeah? Gonna cum again?”

“Mhm, please!”

“Okay, sweet thing, okay,” Eddie consoles, far sweeter than before as he continues rubbing your clit. And it feels good, but something is missing. And you’re so far gone by now that you feel no shame when you say: “Want you to be mean again. Please.”

Chucking darkly, Eddie applies more pressure into your clit and you nearly scream.

“Now that’s pathetic. You’re just a dumb slut who needs to be bullied in order to cum, is that it?”

“Yes!” You admit.

Eddie’s thrusts become quicker now as his thumb flies over your clit. He moans, head falling into the crook of your neck, trying his hardest not to cum just yet.

“Cum for me then. Cum for your master like the good, stupid slut you are,” Eddie demands in a strained voice, his hips crashing into yours with a force that shoves you further up the bed.

It’s that which pushes you over. His meanness and his dirty pace and rhythm. Cumming for the second time tonight, your ears ring and you can’t even hear yourself whining as you gush all over his cock, clenching around him, feeling deliciously full of him.

Vaguely, after a moment, you hear Eddie’s voice. Something like, such a good girl, did so well. Slowly, you come back to the world, and you can feel him inside of you still. Still hard.

Eddie is stroking your cheek softly with his clean thumb.

“There she is,” He says when your eyes finally focus on him. You smile lazily up at him, drunk on his cock. “Feelin’ good?”

“Mhm,” You hum, totally blissed out, ready to pass out right this second.

“Good. Cause we’re gonna do it again. Because you, my sweet thing, owe me one more.”

#i have a love/hate relationship with this #i hope you dont hate it! #eddie munson x fem reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson one shot

[red-panda-agere]

Regressor! Chuuya Nakahara

(These are all just personal headcanons of mine and I project onto Chuuya quite a lot, and have for a very long time, sorry if this feels “out of character” or anything. Also, this is sort of an au where Dazai and Chuuya share an apartment or something.)

(Also- to the few IRLs who now have access to my Tumblr, I warned you, and I’m so sorry-)

(!¡!Pull-up/Diaper/Accident mention!¡!)

Chuuya really likes sharks and has a shark plushie that Dazai won for him from a claw machine at the arcade they used to go to. (His name is Finn, but Chuuya refuses to admit he named it.)

He also has a lot of space themed stuff, like those glow in the dark stars that you put on your wall, and one of those moon nightlights.

Very prone to accidents, especially with all of the nightmares he has, and often has pull-ups that he keeps hidden under his bed. He really wants to wear diapers, thinking they’d be more comfortable and with as young as his headspace is, it would help him feel comfortable in that aspect to. However, he would never consider it, refusing to accept he’s anything but a ‘big boy.’ (Unless Dazai coaxes him into it or catches him at a really vulnerable moment.)

You’d think he’d be really difficult during changes, but he gets so embarrassed he just freezes. He wants to argue and kick but he doesn’t want to even talk about the current situation the two are in, and physically can’t without getting unbelievably embarrassed to the point he’ll cry, so he just freezes and lays still for Dada.

Tends to have nightmares about being abandoned by Dazai or his old friends being killed right in front of him. When he wakes up from one, he’s usually immediately a sobbing mess and will cling to Dazai and Finn like he’ll die without them. These tend to result in a large total of accidents.

“It’s alright Chibi. Dada’s here little buddy. I’m not going anywhere.” He holds him close, revisiting the struggle he’d previously endured when just trying to settle Chuuya down for the night. He’d hardly gotten him to sleep before, now after that awful nightmare, they’d probably be up until Chuchu wore himself out and even after that. He’d start to try to lay Chuuya down and he’d scream and cry, clinging tighter to Dazai. “DADA NO! NO LEAVING! YOU HAVE TO STAY!” The fussy regressor would sob. Dazai would lay down next to him, pulling him in close. “Calm down baby…I’m not going anywhere sweetheart.” He slid a pastel yellow blanket and Finn into his arms, then offering up a paci as well. “Shhh…” he’d gently coo, lips right above his head.

Chuuya doesn’t really know how old he is when regressed, but he’s nowhere above three, but can get very itty bitty, even so little the only word he’ll use is “Dada.” Even then, he just says “Da!”

Gets very embarrassed about regressing, ESPECIALLY since Dazai is the only one who he’s told about it. Dazai is the only person he trusts enough to know about it, while simultaneously fearing that he’s went and told everyone about it, or will use it against him like the bet they made as kids where Chuuya is ‘his dog’ and will do things like use a ‘snobby rich girl voice’ in conversations. Of course Dazai would never do that with such a delicate situation, but the fear is there.

Requires lots of praise and reassurance.

When Dazai left the mafia, Chuuya didn’t celebrate like he claims he did at all, he silently sobbed into Finn, holding the shark tight. He never sleeps without it now.

His favorite pacifier is a baby blue one with small stars and a crescent moons design on it. It has a matching paci clip that tends to be clipped to Finn’s dorsal fin. Dazai has only lost it once, and when they needed it, it was not a fun situation for either parties.

Chuuya tries to regress with any free time he has while Dazai has work. Being an executive, that time is hard to find, so he usually ends up regressing while Dazai is home. Even though he’s so accepting and even taken on the role of a caregiver for him, he still tries to hide any and all vulnerability, and usually panics at first, every time Dazai finds or gets him little.

Regresses involuntary almost every time he uses Corruption. If he doesn’t pass out immediately, he’s in so much physical and mental distress when he’s finished with the fight that all he can do is sob to Dazai, telling his Dada he wants to go home, while the brunette’s brow furrows a bit over the redhead’s wet pants. He shivers against Dazai before inevitably passing out, exhausted.

-He tends to have accidents a lot after literally allowing his entire body to be corrupted and attack in a mindless rage.

-Even further, he probably struggles to regress sometimes because he has to let go so much, and let his guard down so much that it can allow his Special Ability to act on its own, sometimes even causing him to experience corruption. Dazai is always nearby during this, quickly nullifying it. This is only an occasional thing though when he’s trying to willingly regress.

Chuuya is usually a fussy and grumpy baby. Clingy and needy, but pouts at everything and whines a lot. Too stubborn for his own good.

-Will probably cry and cry until he’s held but then will fuss, wanting to be set down because “he’s a big boy.” Dazai knows better though. Even casually, he’ll try to act big and pretend he’s a “big boy” and even if Dazai knows otherwise, he’ll play along with him.

“Alright Chuuya! If ya say so! But I was so hoping I’d get to see my little star when I got home! Oh well! Guess we can have a tea party another day! I had some paperwork I need to get in anyways!” But before he walks off, Chuuya grabs his hand. “…tea party?” He asks with a flushed face. Dazai smiles slyly. “Mhm! A tea party with all my baby’s favorite stuffies! But he’s not here right now, so it’ll have to wait for now! Siiiiiigh!” Chuuya whimpers, squeezing his hand. He doesn’t want to say he’s regressed, but he also doesn’t have to. Dazai opens his arms for a hug, and Chuuya slinks into his arms, pressing his face on his chest, hiding in his hands. “And we’d make sugar cookies! And I bought his favorite strawberry milk! I heard Finn was excited too! Such a shame!” As he says this, he’s already lifting up a regressed Chuuya into his arms. “You’re so mean” little Chibi grumbles with a small sniffle. “Hi baby…” Dazai whispered.

Very sensitive and hard on himself. If Dazai even tells him with a gentle tone that he can’t do something, he’ll be completely disappointed in himself and sit himself in the corner, punishing himself. Of course Dazai won’t let that stand, and he’s quick to coax his baby back into his arms.

He clenches his jaw, bites his lips and cheeks, and even grits his teeth when he’s angry or stressed. This tends to end up in a lot of pacis getting bitten through, so there’s always a spare somewhere. Dazai tries to offer alternatives like chewelry or teether toys. This usually ends up in Chuuya just becoming extremely embarrassed with his behavior and being very scared to use his pacis. Like most of his little things, it takes a lot of coaxing and encouragement for Chuuya to feel comfortable enough to use them.

They go on lots of aquarium trips when Chuuya is regressed. His favorite thing is the shark tank tunnel, and always insists all the sharks are his friends.

He also really enjoys arcades and has a fixation with claw machines.

His favorite nicknames are “little star” “little prince” “Chibi” (by Dazai only) “Chuchu” “little pup” (like a shark) and “little buddy”

Prefers sleeper onsies because they cover his legs, and he doesn’t like looking at his scars.

He has a LOT of Tuxedo Sam merchandise, including a sippy cup and a throw blanket that he loves to carry around when little.

Very well behaved in the bath, and likes playing with a bunch of shark bath toys. He thinks bath bombs are silly, and bath crayons are one of the best inventions known to man. Dazai always puts a towel in the drier for Chuuya for when he gets out.

Has one of those special play tents that he hides in when he’s feeling shy. It has a lot of pillows and blankies in it so it’s basically just a cozy little “hide-y hole” for whenever he needs it.

Doesn’t really care for coloring books, but loves drawing

Knows an absurd amount of shark facts, and talks about them nonstop when regressed. He will explain in detail why he thinks Dazai would like a certain kind of shark.

Despises thunderstorms, and will throw a fit if he’s alone during it. Even just waking up to storms is enough to bring him to absolutely hysterical sobbing. Dazai has special headphones for him to wear during storms, but he doesn’t like the way they feel on his ears, so he just continues to throw a fit.

Very shy about it, but loves being bottle-fed. He would deny wanting to and never EVER ask, but he loves it when Dada lets him fall asleep in his lap while being babied in such an intimate way.

Dazai is usually his caregiver, but if he’s also feeling small, Chuuya only trusts Kunikida to see him like that. They both refer to him as “Kiki.”

#agere #age regression #sfw #fandom agere #sfw babyre #agere community #sfw cglre #sfw interaction only #babyre #agere headcanons #bungou stray dogs #bsd #bungou stray dogs Chuuya #chuuya nakahara #bsd chuuya #bungou stray dogs agere

[violetsandfluff]

Sniffles & Snuggles

wc~about 700

a/n: i remastered one of my old writings that was painfully rushed.

“Baby,” Shawn whispered as he climbed into bed beside you. “I’m home.”

Your foggy head was convinced that it was a dream until you felt the mattress dip beside you as Shawn joined atop the covers. He was wearing a sweatshirt and sweatpants for maximal comfort while traveling, doubling as pajamas when he finally returned home.

Your eyes fluttered open and you rolled over, melting into the embrace you hadn’t felt for weeks. The sound of his heartbeat filled your ears, and the warmth of his body encapsulated you. It was half past two when he got home, too early to be morning and too late to be night.

Your morning was spent completing light tasks like folding laundry and straightening up the bedroom to occupy your mind. Around lunchtime, the dull ache in the back of your head and throat became too much to ignore. Your bed and a fuzzy blanket had been your best friends for the remainder of the day as your symptoms progressed into an undesirable discomfort. There was an irritating tickle in the back of your throat, and your breath felt muggy and aggravating against your upper lip. The only thing to make you feel better was to read old texts from Shawn until you finally fell into a fitful sleep.

“Are you feeling alright, baby? You’re hot to the touch.”

“Hmm?” you hummed, instinctively leaning into his cold hand when it came to rest on your forehead.

“Are you sick, honey?” he asked again, his brows knitting in concern as he felt the heat radiating from your body.

“Maybe,” you whimpered, avoiding his soft, compassionate gaze.

“I wish I would have checked in on you,” Shawn admitted sheepishly. “It was selfish of me not to. And it was stupid of you not to tell me you didn’t feel good.”

“You were on an airplane,” you reasoned. “Besides. I’m fine.”

“It’s sad that you were here alone, feeling sick, with just TikTok and that humidifier to keep you company,” Shawn explained, beckoning to the steaming device on your nightstand.

You shrugged rather than wasting energy on a witty comeback. The more you spoke, the heavier your head felt, and the heavier your head felt, the closer you were to bursting into tears. You squeezed your eyes shut against the harsh glow of Shawn’s phone, which was being used as a nightlight.

“I have Tylenol in my backpack if that would help,” he suggested, turning the bottle over in his hand to study the label. “It will help with your temperature and headache.”

You croaked out a small no, rubbing your closed eyes with your fists to make them stop watering. “I don’t have a temperature.”

Setting the medicine bottle to the side, Shawn laid down with a hand on each of your sides, squeezing you gently as he laid down on top of you with his chin on your chest. Your watery eyes were met by Shawn’s adoring honey-brown eyes and a rosy-lipped smile that made you realize just how much you had missed him.

“I’m glad I’m home to help you feel better,” he mused softly, reaching up to feel your forehead again. By moving his arm, he recreated a path for his flashlight to reach your eyes once more.

You squeezed your eyes shut against the blinding light and Shawn nuzzled his nose against your cheek. “Don’t fall asleep on me, honey,” he urged.

“‘M not,” you mumbled, batting your eyes repeatedly against the irritated tears that welled up inside them.

“So flirtatious,” he joked. “You and your pretty eyelashes. Baby, I’m already yours. Forever and always.” A soft chuckle escaped from deep within him, filling the room and warming your heart.

“I missed you, Shawnie.” You couldn’t help but return the sunny smile he cast you before giving you a gentle peck on the lips and lying back down on top of you.

“I bet I missed you more,” he teased, his eyes glimmering mischievously. “All of you.”

“You mean my pussy,” you laughed out loud, fighting back a wave of sniffles. “You missed all of me, especially sex.”

“There’s the smile I missed!” Shawn beamed, squeezing your cheeks as you continued smiling. “I knew that would cheer you up.”

Your smile faded as you let out a few painful coughs, and Shawn took on a more serious tone. “Have you had anything to drink recently?” He passed you the water bottle that rested on the edge of your nightstand. “This is completely full.”

“I was too tired to drink it,” you explained before taking a few tiny sips, grimacing as your throat burned.

“Three more sips.” Shawn helped you sit up and rubbed your back as you drank the water. His touch gave rise to goosebumps on your hot skin. He took you into his lap as he untucked a corner of the comforter which you had neglected when you laid down earlier in the day.

“We’re getting under the covers now,” he whispered into the top of your head as he set you down on the cool sheets. “Sleep as late as you can, okay?”

You nodded sleepily, relishing his touch as you drifted off to sleep. The melody of a lullaby drifted to your ears as Shawn hummed softly.

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[thelastspeecher]

I’d like a little scene of smoll Ford having a nightmare and mustering the courage to go up to Angie and Stan’s room for comfort^^

Happy early birthday ;)

Thank you :)

I also got this request from an Anonymous, who specified they would like it during the time when Stan doesn't know the kid he's taking care of is actually his twin, not his twin's son. So I went with that for this, so that it fulfills both requests in one. Hope you like it!

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              Ford sat bolt upright, heart racing, covered in a cold sweat.  He quickly grabbed one of his many stuffed animals at hand, a plush axolotl given to him by Angie.  Squeezing the stuffed animal close to his chest, he tried to steady his breathing.

              It’s okay.  Everything’s okay.  Ground yourself in the now.  Though he was able to calm his pounding heart, the anxiety didn’t fade.  Dammit.  Come on.  I don’t want to do it.  Ford closed his eyes, but immediately opened them again, unnerved by the loss of the soft glow of his nightlight.

              “No,” he whined out loud.  He hung his head with a sigh.

              Time for the nuclear option.  Still clinging to his stuffed animal, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and slid off.  His bedroom door was ajar, and he pushed it open the rest of the way as he exited.  Thankfully, Stan and Angie had installed a nightlight in the hallway, not just his bedroom.  They claimed that it was in case Ford needed to use the bathroom in the middle of the night, but given how many times they made it clear he could visit them if he had a nightmare, he felt it wasn’t the only reason.  Damned nightmares.  I can’t even remember what they’re about when I wake up!  Why is something I don’t remember keeping me from falling asleep?!  But that had been the case ever since he was reduced to a child.  Hopefully, seeking comfort from his twin would be less humiliating than from his former foster parents, Wyatt and Madeline.

              Ford knew the way to Stan and Angie’s bedroom, but even if he didn’t, he would have found it immediately.  Stan’s snoring could probably be heard two houses over.

              Honestly, it’s a miracle he found a spouse who can sleep through it.  Ford tentatively pushed open the bedroom door.  Angie’s side of the bed faced the door.  She was sleeping facedown, her limbs akimbo.  Ford was reminded of his college roommate, Fiddleford McGucket, who slept in the same manner.  It wasn’t the first time Angie reminded him of his old friend.  But Fiddleford talked about his family a lot.  None of his relatives have a name as normal as “Angie”.

              Ford walked around to Stan’s side of the bed.  Stan was sleeping on his back, possibly the cause of his snoring, and sprawled, but less than Angie.  Ford nervously tugged on Stan’s arm dangling over the side of the bed.  The snoring stopped immediately.

              “Whuzza…oh.”  Stan turned onto his side.  “Ford?”

              “Yes,” Ford squeaked.

              “What’s going on?” Stan asked.

              “I, um, I had- I had a-” Ford stammered.  To his frustration, he didn’t feel any less embarrassed asking for comfort from Stan.  Thankfully, Stan caught on.

              “Did you have a nightmare?” Stan asked softly.  Ford nodded, tears pricking the corners of his eyes.  “Do you want to snuggle with me and Angie?”

              It’s “Angie and I”, Stanley.  You’re a teacher, you should have better grammar.  Ford immediately felt bad.  Don’t be ornery towards someone you’re asking for help.

              “Yes,” Ford mumbled.

              “No problem,” Stan said.  “You’re in luck, actually.  Half the time, Angie takes all the blankets.  The other half of the time, she throws ‘em all off.  Tonight’s a night she’s not being a blanket hog.”  Ford made a noncommittal noise.  “Wanna hand getting up?”

              “Yes, please.”

              “You got it.”  Stan reached down, picked Ford up, and set him on the bed, between himself and Angie.  “Go ahead and crawl under the covers, sport.”  Ford obediently pulled the blanket over him.  Stan turned to face him.  “…Wanna talk about it?”

              “About what?”

              “Your nightmare,” Stan said.  “If you don’t wanna talk about it, that’s fine.  But I figured I’d ask.”  Ford looked at his stuffed animal, avoiding eye contact with Stan.

              “I don’t remember it,” he said quietly.  Stan was silent for a moment.

              “Do you really not remember or are you saying that to avoid talking about it?” he asked pointedly.

              “I don’t remember!” Ford said, louder than he meant to.  He winced.

              “Don’t worry, you’re not gonna wake up Angie,” Stan said, immediately picking up on what Ford was worried about.  “She sleeps through everything.  She falls off the bed at least once a week and doesn’t realize until her alarm goes off and she wakes up on the floor.”

              “Oh.  Good.”

              “I believe you that you don’t remember your nightmare,” Stan continued.  “But I wanted to make sure you weren’t saying that just to keep me from getting upset.  Like I said, it’s fine if you don’t wanna talk about it.  I’m not gonna try to pull it outta you.  Even kids have boundaries that need to be respected.”

              “Did you learn that phrase from An- Aunt Angie?” Ford muttered.

              Dammit, I almost forgot to tack “Aunt” in front of Angie’s name.  This façade is difficult to keep up during the day, let alone in the middle of the night.  Stan chuckled.

              “You’re just like your dad, you know that?”  He ruffled Ford’s hair.  “All right, if you don’t wanna talk about stuff, let’s focus on getting to sleep.  We’ve got school in the morning.”  Ford nodded silently.  He rolled over, facing away from Stan.  To his surprise, he felt Stan’s hand on his back, making gentle circular motions.  “Remember, kid.  You’re safe here.”

              “Yeah.”  Ford closed his eyes, already feeling better.  “I know.”

#yes Ford doesn't discover Angie's relation to Fiddleford for a while #not until Fidds comes to visit his baby sister one day to meet the kid she and Stan are fostering #Stanford Pines #Stanley Pines #Foster Ford AU #my writing #ask #elishevart

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Hiya Wendy and Deano, I hope you're well today 💕 Do you have any sleep headcanons for the Haitanis, Shion and Mocchi? Favorite positions alone and with someone else, preferred bedding, with or without a light/fan on, stuffed animal or not, etc. (I bet the brothers can only sleep on the finest Egyptian cotton, lol!) Thanks~

Sleepy Tenjiku Babies: Ran Haitani/ Rindou Haitani/ Shion Madarame/ Kanji Mochizuki

wc: 558

tw: fluff

masterlist

Ran Haitani

Ran isn't picky when it comes to sleeping positions. Usually, he'll sleep alone (unless Rindou demands to sleep in the same bed) because why would he let his flings stay the night? Not a thing in the Haitani house. Ran likes to sleep on Tuft and Needle Jersey Sheets (they're the softest thing around, so he buys one for him and one for Rindou) and enjoys the cool side of the pillows. No lights, please; this diva needs his beauty rest. An eye mask is imperative, and the A/C must be at 71 degrees Fahrenheit exactly. No more, no less. Now let this man starfish in peace.

Rindou Hatani

Rindou is the babyist Haitani, so when he's not sleeping in his brother's bed, he's curled up on his own, in the fetal position. He's also the little spoon, so be prepared to hold him tight. Rin snores softly, likes to have a little nightlight, and enjoys rain sounds as he falls asleep. Rin thinks that 71 degrees is wayyy too cold, so he sleeps with a comforter on - burning hot is the perfect temperature. He even has a weighted blanket to help him get through those late nights when he can't sleep and Ran isn't there. He's got only one stuffed animal - a sheep - from Ran at 4. The thing has lost its eyes and one leg, but Rin will sew it up and keep it beside him at all times. Don't touch it unless you want to lose a limb.

Shion Madarame

SHION IS ANOTHER BABY. But he takes it to the extreme. Shion has a collection of plushies from different anime shows he's into but hides them under the bed during the day in case someone comes over. He sleeps with a fan on, and the window cracked open on really warm nights. He enjoys the feeling of freedom, so there's no such thing as a shirt when asleep. Prefers to sleep without the covers and starfishes out by himself (open-mouthed, snoring), but when he's with someone else, he'll curl into their side and fall asleep (open-mouthed, snoring, drooling). Shion loves to fall asleep just as the sun rises and prefers the comfort of a snuggle with a plushie over empty arms. Shion doesn't care about the bedding, so he'll use the same sheets for over six years before replacing them, usually with a cheap design, so he can remember his racecar bed days.

Kanji Mochizuki

Mochi is a big boy, but he sleeps on his stomach. He's a "dead as a doornail" sleeper, making very little noise. Prefers to lay on his stomach with his arm outstretched to accompany the other person in bed with him but will compromise and be a big spoon if needed. Mochi only has solid-colored sheets, usually darker colors, but he also vibes with soft sheets and will purchase whichever one meets the "cheap but comfy" test (which he does against his face). Big, fluffy pillows are a must, and thick blankets are a necessity, too. Suffice to say, if Mochi doesn't have a bed big enough for his whole body (no limbs hanging off), then he's not happy laying in cramped spaces. Mochi doesn't have any plushies or toys, but he'll take one from whomever he's with and treasure it.

#kanji mochizuki fluff #tokyo revengers #ran haitani #rindou haitani #tokyo revengers fluff #shion madarame fluff #shion madarame #ran haitani fluff #rindou haitani fluff

[novantinuum]

Glow or dark for ask game? 👀 not usually an and/or situation here....

Ty friend!! :33

So, this one is (or was, I guess) a one-shot I started writing for a recent Connverse prompt week. “Glow or Dark” were the two choices for day one, so I decided I wanted to try and find a way to mash them up together into one. This is adult Connverse, they’re like… engaged by now.

Basically, the idea I had was “Connie is kinda Big Bummer Steven doesn’t use his powers much anymore” and like… they’re all huddled in bed together, having a sleepy convo about this. My thinking is like… for a while Steven over-compensates? And he’s like… putting all his eggs in the “being human” basket and now somewhat neglecting his Gem side, and that makes Connie sad, because she loves both sides of him, and wishes he felt more comfortable expressing himself in all ways with her.

Also her fiancé can glow like a goddamn glow stick and she thinks it’s pretty, so sue her— it’s pretty and she wishes she could see it more but under positive circumstances *wheeze*

Snippit:

_

“Y’know, it’s kinda a shame you only glow when you’re really, really stressed out,” Connie murmurs out of nowhere that night, nuzzling herself even further into his side. “I bet you’d make for a nice nightlight.”

“Wait, what?” Steven responds, his words punctuated by a sudden peel of bemused laughter. He props himself up in their bed, scooting apart from her wanting embrace (she gives a pitiful but very cute little whine at this, still half-asleep) so he can actually turn to meet her eyes. “Where’s this coming from?”

If he fully understands the underlying question in his fiancé’s drowsy doozy of a comment— a comment he doubts she’d ever make while awake and alert— then she’s probably inquiring about why he never consciously utilizes even half the full potential of his power, not even recreationally.

And if he’s honest, it’s a fair question. He’s been somewhat ignoring this part of himself ever since he moved in with her late last year.

After all, it’s not like there’s much practical use for many of his abilities anymore. There’s no battles left to fight. No empires left to dismantle. No need to host those monthly healing sessions he used to organize, ever since he and the Gems bottled a large stock of his saliva for long term use. It’s nice, in a way. It’s like an extended vacation from all the stressors of this facet of his existence. Instead, he’s been able to focus all his time and energy on other stuff— like finally pursuing his GED, and doing some experimentation with some new instruments he’s never played. 

Little things.

Human things.

That glowing she speaks of, though…

The remnants of laughter fade from his lips as he refocuses his mind on this topic.

He hasn’t gone pink in weeks. It’s the longest period that’s passed without a flare up since that month his gem fell into an energy conserving stasis immediately following his meltdown in his teen years. So why is she bringing this up now? 

What’s really on her mind?

He asks as such.

This appeal for emotional honesty seems to jostle Connie out of the brunt of her drowsiness. She rubs the sleep out of her eyes with the furthest edge of her knuckles and then parts her lips again.

“It’s just… you never use them anymore,” she says, her brow creasing inwards. “Any of them. And of course I understand why, but…”

“But—?”

“But sometimes… I wish things weren’t so muddled for you. That you felt free to express yourself as both a human and a Gem in this space.”

His brows thread together as he considers all this, his confusion-addled mind looping right back to the throwaway, sleepy statement that hurtled this whole conversation into being in the first place. “So, wait— you’re saying you want me… to glow for you—?”

#jen rambles #wips

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

Sad!Ashton Masterlist

Amnesia (ao3) - kat_badwi G, 433

Summary: short lashton sadness

Cry (ao3) - SinisterMind michael/ashton T, 3k

Summary: The one where Ashton never cries until he reaches the breaking point

Hate Me Today, Hate Me Tomorrow, Hate Me So You Can Finally See What's Good For You (ao3) - destiel_lemmings luke/ashton M, 681

Summary: Ashton wants Luke to hate him so it's easier for him to let let go.

just give me one more quiet night (ao3) - iambic_pulse ot4 E, 5k

Summary: Ashton needs to be needed, but now that they're all older and his bandmates are more independent, they probably don't need him quite so much anymore.

Kissing and cuddling instead of partying (ao3) - Emma_Davis680 luke/ashton, michael/calum N/R, 3k

Summary: One night Ashton and Michael are getting drunk and Michael bets Ashton he cant sleep with Luke for $100 dollars so Ashton takes the dare. What Ashton didn't plan on was falling in love with Luke and fucking everything up when Luke found out. Michael and Calum are totally gone for each other.

lonely (ao3) - EmotionalNutella luke/ashton N/R, 487

Summary: Ashton is feeling lonely

Make It Holy, Make It Special, Make It Right (ao3) - fivesecondsofmae michael/ashton E, 3k

Summary: Ashton gets super emotional watching a film and when he thinks about the baby boy in his lap that him and Michael love so much, he can't help but be tearful. Michael comes home from work and does everything he can to make things right for his love. Mashton smut and super fluff.

nightlight (ao3) - The_Lady T, 1k

Summary: Ghosts from conversations past swarm through Ashton’s brain, dropping to swipe at his tender organ in groups of twos and threes. It’s too much. He can barely breathe, tucked between his bed and the wall as if his mattress could provide some protection from the onslaught – as if the torturers were using the door on the other side of the room. They aren’t. Everything causing the churning within his stomach is happening internally. Still, he wraps his arms around his knees, trying to make himself smaller.

Not Here Alone (ao3) - Lashtonisall luke/ashton T, 692

Summary: When Ashton feels the waves crashing in on him, he goes to the one person he knows he can trust with anything; his best friend.

"Please Don't" (ao3) - LarryLashton98 E, 3k

Summary: Ashton wakes up disorient, tied to a chair, and drenched in gasoline. The other boys are there, but they don't seem keen to help...

Reasons I Love You (ao3) - felixandtae calum/ashton N/R, 4k

Summary: #keepcuttingashtonyouretrash trends again as the KCA voting starts and Calum hates seeing his boyfriend so depressed over it, so he makes sure Ashton has the best night ever.

Rose Scented Perfume (ao3) - tntlspidey (orphan_account) luke/ashton, luke/calum, michael/ashton T, 4k

Summary: Rose scented perfume, makeup smudged along the collars of his shirts, that one bruise on the back of his neck that he swore wasn’t a hickey.

or,

In which Luke cheats on Ashton with someone completely unexpected, leaving Ashton with no boyfriend and no best friend.

Scorpion's sting (ao3) - berettajane calum/ashton T, 554

Summary: Ashton's father left their family many years ago. Ashton eventually built a distant relationship with his father, until this phone call.

Softer (ao3) - ashton_cuddles94 M, 1k

Summary: @/twitteruser: "I'm not really into 5sos, but the pudgy drummer is so cute".

"Pudgy?", Ashton thought to himself, putting his phone down in his bunk.

He placed a hand on his stomach, not expecting his fingers to sink in as much as they did. His eyebrows shot up in concern.

"Have I really gotten that soft?"

#5sosfanfictioncatalogue #5sos fanfic #masterlists #ashton irwin #angst #sadness #sad!ashton #sad!ashton masterlist

[berrymoos]

did i hear baby jonny was on your mind!? i might have a few things up my sleeve(>▽<)

the first time he was over steve’s house regressed for the night he was super embarrassed because he needs a nightlight to have a peaceful sleep and steve being the best babysitter ever could tell he was fake sleeping and jus wants him to feel comfortable

“ hey jonny you okay??”

*shakes his head because he doesn’t wanna speak*

“ do you need anything?”

he wants to say he wants to go home where his nightlight is but instead he just points to the light

“ you want the light on buddy?”

*nods sheepishly*

“ i don’t wanna wake the gang up so how about i put the tv on? is that okay?”

“m’kay”

steve absolutely hates the glow of the tv shining on him but does it anyway for jonny because he loves him<3

now steve has a nightlight for whenever jonny’s over so he feels safe:>

another idea is that he enjoys being max’s doctor whenever she gets hurt from skateboarding and always makes her feel really good

“ jonnyyyyy i hada fall again!” *whisper yell bc she knows he doesn’t like yelling*

*he runs over to assess the damage and takes her hand and brings her to the bathroom*

he has a bunch of colorful bandaids in every print imaginable and he lets her pick which ones she wants

“ i wan’ ra’bow one’s pease!!”

*fixes her up and gives each one a kiss afterwards*

“ t’ank you jonny:)”

i also feel like eddie’s really sneaky and he’ll steal a few of jonny’s crayons and whenever he’s in a pickle he’ll trade the crayons for jonny to buy him some time

“ hey jonny i needa favor”

*shakes his head no*

“ pease pretty pease look! i’ll give you these!” *shows the colors that “mysteriously” went missing earlier*

“ooooh”

“see? all for you jus don’ let stevie come in your room”

“m’kay”

“ hey jonny can i go in your room? i think eddie might be in there and he’s in big trouble”

*shakes his head no*

“ why not? it’s really important buddy he gave stevie a mustache while he was sleep, hey don’t laugh at me!”

*shakes his head no again*

“ how about i get you two new coloring books later?”

the only thing jonny loves more than reuniting with his crayons is a new coloring book

“ m’kay”

“ thanks buddy:) eddie! i know you’re in here!”

(his favorite word is “m’kay” if you couldn’t tell)

i rambled A LOT but oh well（*＾ワ＾*）

YOU. ARE A LIFESAVER. THANK YOU SO MUCH FLR THESE I AM FOREVER GRATEFUL o(〃＾▽＾〃)o

💡 awww & steve flicks it to a some kid's show to help lull jonny to sleep — actual sleep. and and and steve stays up with him until he fully falls asleep with his head in his lap, but he still keeps the tv on in case jonny wakes up for any reason (*＾＾*)// steve buys a handful of nightlights too, in case any of them go missing or break; you can NEVER have too many nightlights ;~)

mmm i think mayybeee he might be a little shy when it comes to using his nightlight in front of the rest of the gang at first? steve and nancy r fine bc nance is his primary cg & steve is the one who bought him the 5 nightlights, but robin and eddie r iffy bc he doesn't know them that well!! it isn't until rob & ed reassure him that there's no way they're gonna make fun of him for needing some light in the darkness & actually use a nightlight one night they're all staying over that he fully feels comfortable w them <3

🩹 AWWW MAX'S INSIDE VOICE FOR JONNY (≧∇≦) the moment he hears her whisper yell from the door he drops his crayon & zooms to her before any cg can — like nancy could already be on her way to assess the situation & jonny races past her in the fastest little dash she's ever seen from him while in smallspace

he's got SOOO many bandaids, ur right!! blue bandaids, pink bandaids, puppy bandaids, kitty bandaids .. u name it, he's got it. max likes making it a game of asking for random bandaids to see if he has them, & 9 times outta 10 he does; he did not, in fact, have hotdog bandaids when she asked, but i bet he does now HSJSKS

but WAAAA jonny is such a sweetie <3 he will give kissies to all of her owies even if they don't hurt ヾ(´︶`♡)ﾉ max always always returns the favor when he takes a tumble & she fixes him up

🖍️ oh no eddie is deff a sneaky guy, regressed or not 👀 he steals the crayoms when jonny's napping or LITERALLY when he leaves for just a second & hides them until he needs them ,, jonny is well aware that his crayons are going missing but he really doesn't wanna worry steve too much so he just makes do with what he has (and has since learned the art of mixing crayon colors to get a similar one he wants)

& JONNY INSTANTLY GIVING IN THE MOMENT A NEW COLORING BOOK IS ON THE TABLE HSKDJSKDH ,, steve sticks true to his word abt them every single time which is the reason why jonny has like 10 coloring books stacked for later use in his room. eddie's deff been rubbing off on him in terms of being cheeky — never to his exactly level, tho — sooo sometimes only one or two new coloring books isn't enough 🤭

"hey, jonny? i think eddie's in there, and i need him."

he shakes his head no

"cmon, bud; it's super important, i think he hid my hairspray and i need to know where he put it."

he keeps coloring

steve sighs. "new coloring book?"

jonny thinks for a second ... & looks down to his coloring. "three."

"three?"

"mhm. three."

"why not two, instead?"

"mm ... no. three."

"two."

"three!"

"two!"

"threeeee!"

and finally, steve sighs. "fine. three."

jonny smiles & shimmies from in front of the door. "tank ou."

and that, my friends, is how jonny got three coloring books in the same day

(ALDKSKDKS i see 🤭 short words like that r his faves in general: mkay, uhuh, nuh-uh ... things like that. AND NEVER BE SORRY FOR RAMBLING I LOVE BABY JONNY <333)

#this is long but im so happy it is aaaa #& if there r any weird typos its bc i dropped my phone on my face & it SHOT me up to the beginning of the ask JEKSHD #🍓．berry n friends <3 #loserhotline friend <3 #stranger things agere #fandom agere #sfw agere #agere asks #agere concept

[angelbaby-fics]

Stars

Summary: Reader can’t sleep without Loki’s magic, so they try to learn

Word Count: 1160

Pairing: Daddy!Loki x Little!Reader

A/N: This was actually a request!! But tumblr at the ask!! But I remember it was an anonymous request for Loki to teach the reader magic & I’ve been so tired all day so this is the result. I wish Loki was here for me to fall asleep like this 😌💕 anyways enjoy!!

Loki had tucked you in tightly under your comforter. You had your paci, your stuffy, your nightlight, and your music box, but you still couldn’t sleep. No matter how hard you tried, your eyes couldn’t stay closed, your brain couldn’t stay still. Tossing and turning didn’t help; you’d missed a crucial part of your bedtime routine. 

You didn’t blame Loki for the mistake. He’d been so stressed lately, you knew he didn’t intend for it to slip his mind. That’s why he was putting you to bed in the first place, instead of cuddling up with you in his big bed. His work had lasted far later into the night than he’d intended and you just couldn’t stay up any longer, so when you were too tired to protest, he’d carried you into your special little bedroom. But he forgot the stars.

Every time Loki had to put you to bed alone, just before he left and closed the door, he would fill the room with stars. They’d twinkle on the ceiling and walls around you, helping you not feel so alone in what felt like a giant bed without Loki by your side. Sometimes you’d count them to help lull you off to sleep. Other times, you’d just let your eyes unfocus, the glinting spots around you hypnotizing you until you were dreaming. But tonight, Loki had forgotten to put them there, so you just stared at the empty ceiling. 

You thought about the way Loki made it happen. He’d rub his hands together as though he was forming a clump of play doh into a ball, then he’d whisper something into his hands and blow, and as he opened his hands, the hundreds of stars would float out into the room. That didn’t sound so hard, right? So you did what you’d watched him do so many nights before. After rubbing your hands together, you realized you didn’t know what words Loki whispered to make the stars appear. You thought for a moment, not wanting to give up so quickly, before remembering what Loki had taught you: the best way to get what you want is to ask for it politely. So you held your hands up to your mouth and whispered:

“Please make the stars please!!”

And you slowly opened your hands and blew into your palms.

But nothing happened.

You let out a heavy sigh, letting your hands drop onto the blanket in front of you. 

“How does he do it so easily??” You wondered aloud.

“Oh, just centuries of training, my love.” A quiet voice spoke from behind you.

You shot up in the bed, turning around to see Loki standing in the doorway, having heard you whispering to yourself. You felt your face run hot with embarrassment, butterflies fluttering into your stomach as you realized Loki had caught you trying – and failing – to replicate his magic. You hid your face into your stuffy in embarrassment, not wanting to look up at what you assumed would be a condescending smirk on Loki’s face. Instead, he walked over to you, gently placing a hand on your back.

“I forgot to put out your stars, didn’t I?” He asked.

You nodded, still not showing your face. 

“And so you tried to make them yourself, is that right?” You nodded again.

“What a clever little one I’ve got. That's the first step to becoming a great magician, you know.” “What is?” You asked, finally and slowly raising your head to meet eyes with Loki.

“Trying. And you tried so hard, I can tell. In fact, I bet with a bit more practice and training, you could be filling this room with a whole galaxy of stars in no time!”

This fully got your interest. The thought that you could learn magic just like your Loki, just like all the characters in your fairy tale stories. You looked up at Loki with wide, pleading eyes.

“Will you teach me?”

This is when his trademark mischievous smirk came to his face as he thought of his deal. “But if I teach you my magic, then you won’t need me anymore!” He said, pretending to be struck down by tragedy. You laughed, knowing he was just being his dramatic self. “I always need you!!” You said with a giggle.

“Promise?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Pinky promise!” You replied, holding out your finger.

Loki shook it with his, and then sat down on the end of your bed, positioning himself to face you. He took both your hands in his. 

“Alright, you know the first step, right? We have to make the stars.”

He guided your hands around an imaginary ball, just as you’d done yourself before.

“You have to imagine your hands are filling up with hundreds, no, thousands of stars. Feel them all rustling around inside your grasp. What do they feel like?” You scrunched your eyes, focusing as hard as you could on conjuring the stars in your palms. Then you noticed it, just barely at first, and then stronger as you focussed harder and harder.

“They tickle!” You cried out, the stars bouncing around your cupped hands like a bunch of little fish. 

Loki smiled.

“They do, don’t they! Now, close your eyes, relax all the muscles in your body, and make a wish.” “A wish?” “Yes my love, don’t you know that when you wish on a star, it comes true?” You thought for a moment before you leaned forward again, whispering your secret wish.

“Have you done it?” Loki asked.

You nodded.

“Alright now, the last step. We have to put the stars out into the room. So make sure you're still imagining them in your hands, and slowly…”

Loki guided your hands apart, leaning forward to blow a gentle breath into the palms of your hands and prompting you to do the same. As you did so, bright yellow stars of all sizes filled the room, spreading out all over every corner of your bedroom. Your eyes widened as you looked all around in amazement, a smile stuck on your face.

“Look at that! You’ve done it, darling, I’m so proud of you!!” Loki cheered for you, and leaned forward to plant a kiss on the top of your head. 

“Are you ready to go to sleep now then, my love?” He asked.

“Will you stay with me? That’s what I wished for.”

“Of course, my little one.” Loki smiled, lifting the blanket to join you, maneuvering his way around the stuffies and blankets to find a comfy spot where he could still put his arms around you. Just as he was getting comfortable, his eyes heavy after a long day of stressful work, your little voice broke the silence of the starlit room.  

“What did you wish for, daddy?” You whispered. You felt Loki’s arms tighten around you. 

“You, my love. That you’ll always be happy and healthy and safe. Always you.”

Taglist: @babybatdani @cherryynoir @chiyongberry @simpingbutch @xxxqueenlaufeysonxxxxo @mogaruke @flthyhrts @swfpugh @mariexoxosblog @mischiefsemimanaged @0witchtrials0 @my-river-lilly @axhilles4time @tired-spider-siblings @teenykiddorosie-deactivated2022 @lokis-savior17​

#loki x little!reader #loki x little reader #daddy!loki #little!reader #loki x reader #daddy!loki x little!reader #agere fic #agerefic #marvel agere #chloe's fic

[agentgumsh0e]

now, where to set up shop?

below the read more includes: masterlist, special answers/fics, info about my oc oracle, who/what i write, and request status and rules! this masterpost is regularly updated, not just the masterlist but the rules as well. reminder that i tag kay/o fics with mainly kay/o instead of kayo!

masterlist

to the grave (cypher x reader)

(killer) hugs from a (killer) robot (kay/o x reader)

bitter cold (sova x reader)

pros and cons of dating cypher, yoru, phoenix, and sova

agents talking about you in their native language (cypher, sova, yoru)

the snow melts for spring (bitter cold pt.2, sova x reader)

you’re caught staring/he’s caught staring (cypher, sova, yoru, phoenix)

yoru getting surprise back rubs (drabble)

cypher's cam goes for a ride (cypher x reader) drabble, pt. 2 of this

yandere agents x reader (cypher, sova, yoru, phoenix)

sleeping next to you (cypher, sova, yoru, phoenix, kay/o)

kay/o has a crush and goes to brimstone for help (drabble), pt. 2 of this

when he gets jealous/when you get jealous (cypher, sova, yoru, phoenix, kay/o)

badass martial arts s/o with yoru (drabble)

chamber flirts with cypher's s/o (drabble but not really)

cypher sneaking up on you (drabble)

agents having a crush on you (cypher, sova, yoru, phoenix, kay/o)

you’re a mirror agent and he lost earth-1 you (cypher, yoru, phoenix, kay/o)

the first time you see cypher’s face (cypher x reader)

he doubts his growing crush on you (cypher, sova, yoru, phoenix, kay/o)

playing chess with cypher (cypher x reader) warm-up series

flirting with the agents in your native language (cypher, sova, yoru)

post-fight kisses with sova (sova x reader) warm-up series

home for the holidays (cypher x reader) drabble

cheering on/up each other with phoenix (phoenix x reader) warm-up series

sova with an informant s/o (sova x reader)

a lesson in humanity with kay/o (kay/o x reader) warm-up series

taking care of you on your period (cypher, sova, kay/o, yoru)

placing bets with yoru (yoru x reader) warm-up series

humiliating chamber then getting praised by cypher (cypher x reader) drabble

behind closed doors (yoru x reader) drabble

kay/o seeing his s/o after they died in the radiant war (kay/o x reader) drabble

how their crush (obsession) started (yandere cypher, sova, yoru, phoenix)

confessing to you (cypher, sova, yoru, phoenix, kay/o)

ghosts (cypher x reader)

die for you (sova x reader)

battlefield banter (cypher x reader)

yoru with a vampire s/o

overheat (kay/o x reader)

cypher with his s/o during fall

instinct (cypher x reader)

tongue-tied (cypher x reader)

kay/o being your nightlight (kay/o x reader)

nsfw alphabet with cypher

jumpy (cypher x reader)

yoru and phoenix with a seemingly strict s/o

strangers (cypher x reader)

being protocol's "little sibling"

cypher being protective of his s/o

cypher and phoenix with a mom friend

waking up next to sova

yandere love letters from cypher, sova, phoenix, and yoru

night ride (yoru x reader)

nsfw alphabet with sova

soft!cypher nsfw headcanons

cypher and sova with an artsy s/o who draws them

bitches, baguettes, and bitcoin (cypher x reader)

seeing their s/o wearing 'in-home' clothes (cypher and sova)

being protocol's "older sibling"

100 follower special drabbles:

x x x x x x x x x

200 follower + valentine's day answers:

x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x

agent // ORACLE

abilities

lore, dossier, trivia

i write for:

cypher

sova

yoru

phoenix

kay/o

+ plus certain exceptions, like if i get an idea for another agent (not likely)

what do i write?

headcanons

scenarios

one-shots

multi-part stories (if i feel the need to continue something, feel free to ask if i'm open to add another part to a work)

i write with a female reader in mind and therefore write female pronouns, but i think my works can be reader with any gender, race, etc. in mind if not specified (in my more recent works i usually write with gender-neutral pronouns)

requests: CLOSED (as of 4/1)

(when requests are closed, new requests will not be deleted but will take longer to be answered because they are not top priority. it is recommended that you request when it's open and i'm ready to answer.)

requests will be answered in short drabbles around 500 words or less! exceptions apply, drabbles are when i have little writing juice. please don't mind if i have some creative liberty with them. particularly touchy or sensitive topics will be a hit or miss with me. you can request for a part two to a drabble, but they'll probably end at two-parts so i can handle other asks. if you request a certain characteristic to the reader (gender, race, etc.) and it's not exactly relevant to the ask, then i might change it to be unspecified to include everyone.

also! if you include that you want the reader with a specific trait (being trans, being of a certain race, etc.) rather than general traits (being tall/short, being shy/loud, etc) and i am not knowledgeable enough to accurately portray the reader, i won't be doing your request.

i do write smut now, so ;) i always hold the right to deny something though.

write an outline rather than a general idea unless you want headcanons or something similar. it helps me write better and faster when i know what i'm writing. thank you!

#valorant #valorant x reader #cypher x reader #valorant cypher x reader #sova x reader #valorant sova x reader #phoenix x reader #valorant phoenix x reader #yoru x reader #valorant yoru x reader #kay/o x reader #valorant kay/o x reader #kayo x reader #valorant kayo x reader #omen x reader #valorant omen x reader #chamber x reader #valorant chamber x reader #valorant oc #valorant oracle

[multiples-fandomswontkillme]

~Metal Family headcanons~

These are like my... general hcs)? which means I didn't include my main hc that Glam, Ches and Vicky are polyamorous, married and started dating after Glam met Vicky, and absolutely everything that implies for the kids and the relationships between each member of the fam. Maybe I'll make a separate post for that or maybe not! Who knows lkfwnlfqnf

Glam

Bisexual

Glam has constant nightmares and ocasional night terrors ever since he ran away home and is an active sleep walker. Ches helped him through the worse ones when they were younger, and learned how to deal with them, always preferring not to wake him up but being with him until the episode passed. Vicky has learned how to deal with them, though she normally asks Ches for advice with it cuz she comes out short sometimes.

He has PTSD. I bet it's diagnosed too, he takes medication and goes to therapy, it doesn't mean he still doesn't have his bad days anyway. He's trying to get better.

Glam has talked to Vicky about his past, his father and his family. This is a direct contradiction of Alina's confirmation that Glam doesn't talk about it with anyone but man FUCK THAT. We love good communication in this house, Vicky tries her best to help him, but there's only so much she can do to help.

Glam enjoys gardening, cooking and making models, he also likes doing his make up, painting his nails and dressing up in fancy, extravagant clothes even if he has nowhere important to go.

He likes taking care of everyone's hair, and constantly helps Vicky brush her hair cuz there's so much of it, Dee when he gets stressed over how tangled it can get, buys Ches hair products so he actually takes care of it, and chases Heavy so the kid actually washes, untangles and brushes his hair.

This one is kind of weird, but I refuse to think any adult in the family is unarmed at any time. Glam owns a taser and pepper spray. They're bright pink and sparkly.

This man cried his eyes out while watching Coco. He's hell to watch movies with cuz he talks and predicts what's gonna happen during the movie, judges them with scores at the end and all.

Vicky

Also bisexual!

Vicky's the one who does everyone's laundry most of the time. She prefers it that way since she's the only one that knows how to wash their black clothes so the colors stay vibrant. (This is based on my gf shaming everyone but Vicky cuz their black clothes always look so muted and almost gray, but Vicky's whole outfit is always the same vibrant black colors, so we decided that neither Glam or the kids know how to wash dark clothes)

She has anger issues, if it isn't obvious. I think she also has PTSD, mainly survivor's guilt due to her surviving the accident her brother died in. She blames herself and cannot bear to talk about it, in some sort of deep denial. If she can't remember, it can't hurt as much, right?

She has scars on the right side of her back and her hip, from the road rash she got on her brother's accident, she never treated it due to grief and it scarred badly. Apart from that, the scar of the caesarean section from Heavy's birth. She doesn't really mind both of them, they happened, nothing to do about them.

She likes watching boxing competitions, brawling matches and motorcycle repairing on TV. Loves doing BBQ's and going to the pool. Also an enjoyer of teasing her kids, kissing and loving her husband at random times, spending time drinking and bonding with Ches and bragging about her family and punching anyone who thinks they're not that cool.

Not particularly a fan of make up, skirts and dresses or any traditionally femenine-perceived stuff. But has been making exceptions due to Glam and Ches being unashamed of being seen as femenine, and actually rocking the looks. The internalized misogyny is kind of slowly dissapearing.

Apart from the guns she carries in each arm (I mean her biceps, have you looked at the size of those?? She strong) she has brass knuckles on her at all times. Glam gifts her new ones sometimes, she loves having multiple choices to punch people teeth in.

Loves horror, thrillers and action movies. Falls asleep during rom-coms and dramas. Ironically, loves gossip and talking shit about people. Enjoys hearing Ches talks about the gossip going on in the nursery home even if she doesn't know who the hell he's talking about.

Rest of the family under the cut!

Heavy

Heavy is a trans boy! He doesn't know his sexuality yet though, he's still figuring himself out. When he's older, i think he definitely dated some men but had better luck with girls.

Heavy has had innocent crushes on some girls on his class before, but they never turn into anything more cuz he's not the best at expressing himself. He follows the bother-the-girl-to-death-until-she-hates-you gimmick, and unsurprisingly, it doesn't work.

I'm sorry to break this to u but Heavy totally had an among us phase, and uses so much reddit and twitch slang... You know he does.

Likes bullying and teasing his brother to death. You know that when Dee had his first romance, Heavy was ALL up in his business being a tease and a bad attempt at a wingman. He means well tho.

He's not squeamish at all. Also has great pain resistance. This kid has picked cockroaches with his bare hands and loves cats, of course the cats have scratched him. He's tough!

Grows up to be the charming himbo he was always destined to be.

Dee

I hc him as demisexual. Kind of inherited his dad's tastes for the takes no crap, intimidating but pretty kind of people.

Can't cook. He tries but he can only do basics like rice, cereal, chicken nuggets or eggs. Complicated meals always burn or don't taste like anything at all. It drives him crazy.

Dee was a quiet and very well behaved toddler before Heavy was born. He never threw tantrums or got whims. After Heavy was born though, and despite the fact he understood his brother was small and needed special care, he started craving attention often and cried and got mad at little things. Typical jealousy of the oldest sibling.

The first time Dee fell in love with someone, he didn't recognize it was love at first. He just thought his interest on the person was born out of curiosity and aesthetic attraction, but as soon as he realized he seeked validation and companionship, that he liked seeing them smile, that he wanted to protect them, that he yearned for more time alone with them and that he wanted more than what just a simple friendship implied, it was an instant 'oh hell no'. He wanted those feelings to get the hell away, but unfortunately, they were there to stay.

Canonically likes MLP, psychological and horror anime like Death note and Hellsing, so I'm deciding he also watched Death Parade, had a FNAF phase, is very into The Walten Files. This guy enjoys any kind of specially dark ARG's and knows a ton of lore of real crime, unsolved cases, ghost appearances and other stuff. Doesn't believe in the supernatural, but sure is entertained by it.

He's a mess at romance. Flirting? His attempts at compliments are hardly flattering. Giving gifts? The best he can manage is jewelry and you can kind of tell he asked his dad for help. Dates? He's so nervous he's silent for most of it, but begins getting comfortable and having fun if his partner really knows how to get him down from his negativity cloud.

Ches

Pansexual.

He's very good with kids. He has the patience of a saint and he's laid-back, chill and fun but still is an authority figure who knows how to put limits. Sure, he's gonna let the kids light up a house on fire BUT hey, now they know everything about fire precautions, burns and how to treat them AND how to get away with arson. What an educational evening, am I right?

Due to certain info from the "Goodbye" official comic, I headcanon Ches as depressed. I don't want to elaborate a lot 'cuz of spoilers, but... God, everything related to his mom fucking hurts, man. How did he deal with all that?

Ches has been Dee and Heavy's babysitter so many times he cannot count them with all his fingers. He learned how to put those kids to sleep almost immediately (Sing Bon Jovi's "This ain't a love song" and any cheesy love song in a slow lullaby style and they're out), which movie were their favorite as kids (Heavy loved 'Monsters Inc.' and Dee never looked away during 'Meet the Robinsons'), how to console them after nightmares (Heavy needed reassurance, sweet words, and to be with someone until he fell asleep again. Dee just had to be tucked in, get his nightlight turned on and kissed in the forehead). He practically raised those kids along with Vicky and Glam.

More than once, Dee and Heavy have slipped and called Ches "Dad". Ches immediately gets his shit eating grin on and answers "Yes, son?" and does a couple of dad jokes just to mess and embarrass them. He's actually very flattered and surprised at how proud of himself he is for being a father figure to both kids.

Has a scar on the left side of his forehead due to a bottle his mom threw at him when he was younger, around the time he met Glam. He hates the scar with passion, it's a permanent reminder of the fact she never cared, that's why he always keeps it covered with his headband. Gets sad about it sometimes.

Ches likes to spend his time with a group of grannies of the nearby nursing home. He genuinely considers them his friends and gossips and hangs out with all of them on weekends. Bingo, billiards, walks in the park, soap opera marathons, you name it. I even designed them, gave them names and backstories... God, i just love the concept too much. I'll make some art about Ches and his granny gang FOR SURE, you're NOT ready for them.

Carries a pocket knife on him at all times. This man grew up on a bad neighborhood and absolutely knows how to defend himself, he can be intimidating when he wants to be and will pose a threat if needed. He's fucking terrifying when genuinely mad. Just cause he looks harmless doesn't mean he is, darling.

That would be all!

#metal family #glam metal family #ches metal family #victoria metal family #chess metal family #dee metal family #heavy metal family #metal family glam #metal family victoria #metal family dee #metalfamily #metal family heavy

[razzle-berry]

Dekusquad General Headcanons

Character(s): Midoriya, Todoroki, Uraraka, Asui, Iida, Tokoyami, Aoyama

Warnings: None!

First thing's first: I strongly consider Tokoyami and Aoyama to be part of the squad and they will be included here

Todoroki loves cryptids

Uraraka showed him some Mothman videos and he was henceforth hooked and is determined to either find or make his own cryptid

Both he and Uraraka stay up at late hours of the night to watch/listen to True Crime. They love Buzzfeed Unsolved, and subscribed to Watcher once Shane and Ryan left

Tsu will cuddle up to the nearest person when it gets too cold. Most times it's Todoroki, for obvious reasons, but sometimes she'll latch on to Iida since he doesn't really notice whenever she latches to his side. He just continues on as if he doesn't have a new add on.

Midoriya either has all of the energy or none of the energy, no in between

Tokoyami and Midoriya share similar music tastes and infected the rest of the group with it

Aizawa has past by Midoriya's room only to hear Dragula blasting at full volume and the squad just chilling inside

Uraraka's workout/training playlists consists of an odd mix of different types of music

Like Bet On It from HSM2 will be playing and the next song will be Venom by Little Simz, and then Another One Bites The Dust by Queen, and then Teenagers by MCR

Aoyama somehow wiggled his way into becoming Mom and no ones knows how, not even him

He's always the one they go to for emotional/mental breakdowns and general advice. He's always happy to help with a smile and a plate of fancy cheese

Tokoyami sleeps with various nightlights and the rest of the squad think it's adorable

Iida will sometimes go feral, but in a responsible way

They were trainging once and Iida wanted to test out something so he put on his helmet and asked Uraraka to remove the gravity of his clothes before going full throttle at an unsuspecting building

He was only mildly hurt because of his armor, but now he knows how to adjust his speed on a shorter notice so it was worth it

Todoroki was oblivious to the point where someone had to sit him down and explain things. He's gotten more aware, but still likes to act like he doesn't understand the most base things because he finds the looks he receives funny

Dark Shadow keeps stealing shiny things from Aoyama's room to give to Tokoyami, who scolds him for theft

Aoyama has started leaving unwanted jewelry and other shiny objects out in obvious places so that he can take it

At the start of their friendships, Midoriya tended to flinch at too sudden movements so the squad all started announcing their intentions whenever they get close to him

"Hey Deku! Hug?"

"High five!"

"I would like to pat your shoulder, may I?"

He really appreciates it and after a while he gets more comfortable and tells them they don't have to do it anymore

They still do

Group pictures involve all of them climbing on top of each other with the timer counting down

Most of them end up blurry or capturing them with the most ridiculous faces as they fall from the dogpile

The one that turned out the best and their all time favorite had Tokoyami on the bottom, laying down with his arms out and his feet up as Uraraka stood on them, her quirk to lift Iida up who had Todoroki and Aoyama cradled in his arms and Midoriya sitting around his shoulders and clinging on to his head. Dark Shadow t-posed above all of them.

#bnha #dekusquad #tenya iida #uraraka ochako #midoroya izuku #fumikage tokoyami #aoyama yuuga #shoto todoroki #asui tsuyu #boku no academia #fluff #headcanon

[cuddles-and-kisses]

So The Cat's Out Of The Bag,,,

Another fanfic for Agapito (an OC that belongs to @yandereaffections) The story starts under the cut. Hope you enjoy!

Word count: 1,908 Trigger Warnings: Subtle yandereness, I can't think of any others

It’s 11 pm. I’ve been avoiding schoolwork all day and I’m in no rush to fix it. I've been writing fanfiction, of sorts, for the past 3 hours. On the bright side, the first draft is done! My back hurts from sitting so long while my butt hurts because I’ve sat on a wooden stool this long. I need to take a break but what to do? Oh, what to do? My weekly planner is wide open on a bookstand to my right. I could be productive, or I could keep avoiding them... So the planner is closed now. I’ve reorganized pens in a pen cup for the seventh time. Is there a limit to how many times a person can adjust a desk lamp before going insane? There has to be something else to do but what? As if on cue, my phone lights up with a text from my Baby. We’ve been official for 6 months so our dates are a lot more casual nowadays.

“Angel, I want attention. Unlock the back door” I’m aware it doesn’t seem like it but this is how he asks to come over. He won’t come over until I respond giving the green light. “Bold of you to assume I’m home and not partying at a random frat house” We both know I’m not doing jack at 11 pm on a Friday. Nonetheless, it’s fun to pretend I have a flourishing social life. “That’s cute. Back door please” Alright, now to get up and- ow, fuck, ouchie, ok, hold on. *POP* There we go!

I should probably pick my room up real quick. I made my bed earlier today so that’s not a problem. The svallerup rug from Ikea collects dirt a lot faster than I expected. Although would he really notice? It’s not bright in here. My dresser by the door looks fine. The futon is in couch mode, so there’s not much left I don’t have to clean up for him. In reality, I’m not cleaning for him, I just like having a clean room. The last thing I do is turn on the fairy lights above my head then light a vanilla candle. I know he’s coming over to cuddle or really do anything involving him getting affection. I might as well make my bedroom reflect that, right?

I half-jog upstairs to unlock our back door. Why the back door? It’s not because I love Jesus. Let me explain. The living room floor creaks way too loud. Also, my parent’s bedroom is right next to that door. The side door alerts our dogs to start pitching a fit. How can they hear it from the opposite side of our house? I may never be able to understand. Moonlight drifts halfway across the backroom. Sparse nightlights cover the remaining needed light. I flick on the backdoor lights followed by opening a few blinds to let more light in. Their orange glow overpowers the moonlight near the backdoor.

For whatever reason, the moon is far brighter tonight. Or my pupils are hella dilated because I’m thinking about my Baby. Either way, moonlight dusts over parts of the backroom and kitchen ahead of me. One last light to turn on. An LED light above our kitchen sink smashes through most surrounding darkness, making it almost impossible to see into the living room. White cabinets outline our kitchen. None of the cabinets match each other in this house. It’s as if this house was built in parts instead of planned out from the start. The counter is occupied with things you’d expect; a bread box, knife set, fruit basket, coffee pot, and an air fryer. Yet, there's evidence real people live here. Crumbs from a snack, mail by the fruit basket, half-empty coffee pot, as well as children’s toys forgotten all about

Everyone else is snuggled up in warm beds, sleeping. I can pick out each person’s snoring pattern when they poke through tonight’s ambiance. There are moments where quiet feels like serenity, others where it feels like emptiness. I can’t decide which one I’m feeling because I realize I’m about to have a visitor. A cup of coffee sounds like the perfect way to waste a few minutes while waiting for my lover.

Coffee cup out of the overhead cabinet. A coffee spoon from beside the coffee pot. Fake sugar off the shelves. Room temperature coffee in the pot from this morning. French vanilla coffee creamer out of the fridge. And just like that, a proper cup of coffee is served. Light reflects off the glossy coating painted over our pale coffee cups. Mom considers it a priority to have everything match or look cohesive. Appearing put together is a source of pride for her. A cup is a cup however matching cups make her happy. My ears perk up at hearing his tires pulling into the driveway. My coffee creamer swirls in the cup as he walks up the driveway. The coffee spoon clings against the inside of my coffee cup simultaneously with the creak of our back gate. All that’s left is to wash off this week’s coffee spoon then put it back. I have only a few more seconds until my Love is with me again. I’m a sappy and hopeful romantic for him, get off my back. He’s learned how to silently open the back door and if I didn’t have good peripheral vision, I would’ve yelped.

Intimate hands snake around my hips as a tender kiss is pressed against my neck. I can feel the tender smile tugging at his lips after the kiss, he had a really good day? His body is pressed against mine as he murmurs “Honey, I’m home~” behind my ear; earning a soft chuckle from me. I turn to face him, wrap my arms around his neck, and greet him with a deep kiss. This time on the lips. “Welcome home, my Love.” He’s so close to me, I can smell the cigarette he had on his way over here. The absence of alcohol or weed stench affirms he didn’t have a bad day at work. I can’t wait until these interactions become a daily occurrence. This man is breathtaking under normal circumstances; but, under the glimmer of moonlight,,, I can’t form a single thought while looking at him. The raw admiration and love this man holds in his eyes? Who could stand a chance against him? Not me. Wrong choice.

His hands linger along the sides of my hips. I hold his arms in an attempt to keep him close to me, just a little longer. “I brought you a few things. I’ll go set them on your desk.” He knows gifts aren’t my thing in spite of that he claims I deserve the entire universe. I breathed out, “Ok, I’ll be down in a minute,” then started moving to get my coffee cup, as well as a few snacks to bring downstairs. He starts heading downstairs content with how flustered I am. WAIT A FLUFFING MINUTE THE FANFICTION IS ABOUT HIM!! I whisper yell ‘Baby’ until his head pops back around the corner. I threaten him to not touch or look at my laptop. It was a pathetic attempt considering what he does for a living. In my defense, I tried. I forgot he’s in essence an overgrown teenager who will do the exact opposite of what he’s told. Wanna know what he does? Grin. I’m so fucked.

Agapito dashes downstairs and leaves me in unadulterated fear. I’m frozen in place, trying to come to terms with my fate as his footsteps fade. It’s not smut or anything, just a simple night and morning routine imagining that we lived together. This is going to be so embarrassing. Please spare me this treacherous fate and undying embarrassment. Deep breaths, just take deep breaths. Get your coffee then snacks then, simply, accept what’s just happened.

With arms full of snacks, I shut my bedroom door as gingerly as I can. Setting the cup on the dresser right by the door to make this a little easier. He’s standing at my computer, reading through the last page. Oh hey, he brought me Rolo’s as well as 3 Musketeers. Nice! Oh wait, he’s done reading. His shoulders aren’t tense; his breathing hasn’t changed; all the same, he’s just standing there. “Why did you write this out instead of doing it?” That’s a good question tbh. My Baby’s voice sounds hurt, despite that, he’s trying to hide it. Ok, he needs a hug. Now to throw the snack on the bed. He needs a rib-crushing hug and you bet your butt I’ll be the one to deliver. I tug at his elbow so he’ll face me then pull him into me. His shoulders are right under my chin when we’re facing each other. I bury my face in his neck while my arms hug him as tight as I can. Except why is he upset about this?

His love for me is nothing to scoff at. He loves me the same way he wanted to be loved when he was younger. We’ve figured out he’s catching up from his pre-teen years and onward. So about 13 years without a stable romantic relationship. When he was trying to court me I had to call him out all the time for manipulation. I know he’s terrified I’ll think he’s not good enough. He has episodes of frantic attempts to meet all of my needs, even if it’s not asked for or needed. What is going through his head? Does he feel like he’s not good enough? That he’s not loving me enough so I have to turn to a fictional version of him? Does he think he’s not good enough for me to do this stuff with him? None of those are true, obviously. I explicitly stated that in the story he just read. It doesn’t mean he won’t get stuck inside his head. I need to tell him the truth. Even if I wanted to lie, I couldn’t, he’s a finely-tuned human lie detector. One more deep breath. Squeeze him a little tighter. Look him in his eyes and come clean.

“The reason I didn’t just act these out is because, I didn’t know how to ask for it.” His expression shifts from confused hurt to understanding. I start rambling, “I want to have these experiences with you. I’d give anything to have that life with you but we've only been dating for 6 months and I just, wasn’t sure, how to phrase it.” I’m choking on my own pulse from emotions. I realize I was shifting my weight left to right when he pulls me in for another hug and kisses my forehead. We stand there in each other’s embrace for a few moments before he suggests I come to his house tomorrow night. We both know what he’s suggesting. I can’t help but adamantly agree. Excitement zips through my body thinking about tomorrow night. A smile pulls at my lips as I ask, “Do you mind if I wear this shirt tomorrow night?”

Tonight is about Netflix, snacks, and rediscovering the curves and contours of each other’s bodies. Though, not before I mess up his hair while calling him a butthead. It’s evident his insecurities are still tugging at him. Funny enough, his insecurities forgot they’re fighting against me for his attention.

#agapito adolfo #agapito fluff #agapitos pet #tw: yandere #yandere #yande.re #soft yandere #yandere oc #yandere x darling #yandere x y/n #oc fanfiction #yandere fanfiction #yandere imagines #fanfiction #kisses #bleh #my darling #darling blog #darlingcore #lovecore #yandere bait #yanderecore #crushcore #love sick #male yandere #yandere community

[bestiesenpai]

mutual masturbation

I decided not to limit myself to just choso and chose a few older brothers to do this with, pacifically Choso, Getou, Gojo and Nanami. femme reader, everyone 18+

Content warnings: incest

Choso

“Let me see you.” Choso’s voice is soft in the middle of the night. He’d been thinking about you all day while away at work and now, with the moon covered by clouds and the only light source coming from the little nightlight he bought you years ago, he just couldn’t stop himself from waking you up and making you touch yourself.

A tired little whine comes from the back of your throat and you’re too sleepy to keep your eyes open, but you hold your thighs apart and show him your cunt, spread your folds apart and let him stare right at you in a wide eyed stare.

“Touch yourself, baby.” Gently nudging your hand from your thigh, Choso is already getting hard in his pants at the thought. A quiet ‘okay nii-chan’ slips from under your heavy tongue and two fingers meet your clit.

Choso holds his breath as he watches you rub your clit for him, your head bobbing forward as sleep still clings to your mind. He can see the slick begin to gather on your fingers and he shoves his hand down his pants.

“Does it feel good?” He asks, finally breaking the silence.

“Mhmm.” Slowly sliding a finger into your cunt, you make eye contact with him. Your mouth hangs open as if to say something but whatever it is is cut off by a deep groan from Choso as he thumbs over the tip of his cock.

“Keep going just like that, big brother wants you nice and wet for him.”

Gojo

This was so unfair and he knew it. It was Satoru’s fault for riling you up, making you desperate enough to touch yourself without his permission. He shouldn’t have been walking around the house in just gray sweatshorts, rubbing his chest against your back and gripping the fat of your hips the way he did.

“Don’t slow down now.” He quipped, stopping the lazy jerk of his cock and snapping his fingers at you.

“Toru, c’mon!” Throwing your head back against the couch, your foot stamps against the ground. Satoru has to bite his lip hard not to laugh right in your face, right at the dumb pout on your lips and the way your eyes roll back in annoyance.

He doesn’t say anything, only stares at you until you resume pushing your fingers into your cunt, smearing your slick all over your own palm when it should be his hand between your legs. Another whine leaves you and you give up again, letting your body fall slack as another wave of frustration rolls over you.

“Don’t be like that, afterall you were the one stupid enough to break the rules.” This time, Satoru really does laugh at you, one arm tucked behind his head while his other hand is splayed at the base of his cock.

“You’re the worst big brother ever!” Glaring at him as heat washes over your cheeks, you nearly storm from the couch.

“Lying now too?” Clicking his teeth, Satoru is the one that begins to make the move to leave. “Who knew you wanted to be such a brat today.” Before he can even think to tuck his cock back into his pants, you grab onto his arm. “Hm?”

“Don’t…” The smirk on his face makes you want to scream, but you swallow your pride all the same. “Don’t leave.” Chuckling slyly, Satoru pushes you back to your spot and resumes his position.

“Better give ‘the worst big brother’ a show then.”

Nanami

Your big brother had a routine, a habit he had and didn’t like to break. Every Friday after work, without fail, he would slink quietly into your room after changing out of his suit and and cuddle up to you. He wouldn’t say much, at least not at first, just basking in your presence before wanting to relieve the tension the past work week had brought him.

“You’re so pretty, love.” Kento sighs against your ear, head on your shoulder as he watches your fingers plunge into your cunt. You’re seated perfectly in his lap, body bare and propped up on his own on your bed. You can feel his hard cock pressing against your lower back and you want to grab it, but there’s a routine that must be followed.

Whining out a thanks, you turn and press your face into the side of Kento’s neck, a pleasured ripple going over your body when he presses his thumb onto your clit. When he does this, you know he wants to see you fall apart.

“Will you be a good girl and cum for me?” Kissing your face as best he can, Kento ruts his hips up against you. The motion brings some solace to his hard cock, but not enough. Not the same amount that sliding balls deep in you can give him.

“Y-yes.” You whine, your other hand shooting out to grasp the arm wrapped around your waist. Squeezing your eyes tightly, you try to rock back against Kento’s jutting hips as best you can. Your actions are rewarded with a few stifled grunts from the man behind you, his thumb pressing harder on your clit as he drags you impossibly closer to him.

“Good girl, such a-a good little sister.” Kento groans, long and low and much quieter than the moan you let out as you cum. Just having you against him like this is almost enough to make Kento cum, but he abstains, going completely rigid as you wriggle and squirm.

His little routine is far from complete.

Getou

“Sugu, I miss you.” You whine at your phone, staring at your brother on the other end of the video call.

“Hm, how can you miss me? You’re already in my bed wearing my clothes.” He teases, making a show of fluffing up the hotel pillows behind him.

“S’not the same and you know it.” A work trip had taken him from you, he’d already been gone a week and he’d be gone for another as well. Giving you a mocking coo, Suguru smirks at you.

“What do you miss the most, huh?”

“You know.”

“No I don’t.” Locked in a staring match, Suguru is the first to break into a fit of giggles after staring at your ashamed pout. “Actually, I think I have an idea, but why don’t you show me?”

Nodding slowly, you set the phone down as you bunch up the blankets at the end of the bed, propping the phone up and trying to get the right angle. You can see your full body now, clad in only one of Suguru’s oversized shirts he uses to sleep in.

“I miss you here.” Bunching up the fabric beneath your chin, you grab hold of your breasts, giving them a firm squeeze like Suguru usually does. Nodding along, Suguru watches you play with your nipples for a bit, pinching and twisting them.

“Uh huh, where else?” His voice is getting lower, breathier by the minute and you can hear him moving around just off camera. Letting go of your breasts and leaning against his headboard, you open your legs for the camera to see.

“Here, I miss you here the most.” In just the few short minutes since you’d started the call your thighs and cunt were coated with your essence and Suguru could see every twitch of your thighs and the swollen bud of your clit.

“Look at how wet you are.” He bites his lip hard, watching intently as your lithe fingers dip between your folds, spreading them and showing him all of your cunt. “I bet it hurts, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah.” You whine immediately, fingers going to rub at your clit as sad, desperate tears begin to cling to your lashes. “I want you here, Sugu!”

“I know baby, I know.” As much as he hates to see you cry, Suguru couldn’t deny it turned him on so much to see how just a few days apart has you sobbing for him. It makes his cock even harder in his palm, and he turns the camera so you can see it. “I miss you too, I can barely handle it.” Giving his cock a few rough jerks, Suguru sighs loud enough for you to hear. “When I get back, I’ll take such good care of you, baby.”

“Promise?” A gush of slick escapes you at the words, cunt clenching around nothing but his words.

“I promise.”

#tw: incest #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen smut #choso x reader #gojo x reader #nanami x reader #geto x reader #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jujutsu kaisen scenarios

[peach-the-owl]

74 + 76 + 78 The kid isn't their cheery self, Essek goes to see what's up but the kid is trying to act like everything is ok, turns out they're being bullied by some random kids about the runes on their arms. (Maybe some protective essek vibes too!) Ty

At this point Essek's sorcerer child is officially the unofficial ninth member to the Child of the Nein series… no complaints here

So uhhh… not sure of this warrants a trigger warning or something, but I for one ended up delving a bit into something…… personal when I wrote this…

In Runes

Essek & Child!Sorcerer!Reader

74- Why are you crying? 76- Be honest with me, 78- Come on where'd that smile go?

You were a bit shy when you’d first met Essek but once you got comfortable enough you showed a more joyful side to yourself. Lately however you were once again getting more shy and distant in your behaviour, you weren’t as talkative as you usually were and your bright smile was gone, replaced by one that looked far more forced. This all confused him, what had changed, and what weren’t you telling him? At first it was just a shift in behaviour, when asked about it you’d just brush it off and say you just weren’t feeling well but didn’t need any sort of medical attention. Though as time wore on you started to eat less, saying you lost your appetite but were still fine, as much as he tried you’d keep finding excuses to his questions insisting everything was fine. It wasn’t until one day when you started begging him to let you stay home that Essek knew for a fact everything wasn’t fine and he was getting to the bottom of it.

"Are you feeling alright (y/n)? You haven't been yourself lately." Essek started slowly, giving you a look of concern but not wanting to push anything too soon. You suck in a short breath, of course he’d be able to easily notice your shift in attitude, you weren’t exactly as peppy as you usually were after all.

"No, I’m fine. Just didn’t sleep enough. Please can’t I just stay here today?" You half lie, it’s true you didn’t get a full nights rest but you weren’t about to say the reason why aloud. Essek gives you a suspicious yet worried glance, you muster up as best of a natural smile as you could.

"You've been saying that a lot lately, what reason could you not be getting your needed rest?" He presses further.

"It-it’s nothing, really. But can I stay, just for today? Please please please!" You clasp your hands together and give him a pleading look.

"I don’t think…" He pauses and lifts your chin up to get a better look at you. "Why are you crying?" He abandons his train of thought as concern and worry were now written all over his face and he uses his thumbs to wipe away the stray tears you didn’t even realize you shed.

"I don’t know, I guess they just slipped out by accident." You cover your reddening cheeks.

"Be honest with me (y/n), you and I both know that’s not true." He gives you a stern. You look into his eyes and open your mouth to say something, but find no words wanting to come out. Your body starts to shake a little and you can hear the other kids taunts echoing inside your head…

"Look at their forehead, it’s all glowy. What are you, a nightlight?" "Look there’s more on their arms too…" "You think you’re so special, just because the Shadowhand took a small liking to you…" "You know, if it wasn’t for the fact that your magic is so rare I bet the Shadowhand wouldn’t even think twice about you…" "Face it, if it wasn’t for your magic no one would ever care about you…"

So many harsh words were spoken to you, no one ever got physical but that didn’t mean there wasn’t any damage. Forgetting for a moment that you were still in Essek’s presence, you let the comments swim around your head. Different thoughts and what if's flooded your mind, and the more you dwelled on them the more doubt and insecurities about yourself grew. Was it really true? If you didn’t have any magic would Essek really still care about you? You wanted to curl up into a ball and just disappear, it wasn’t until you felt yourself being pulled into a soft embrace did you bring yourself back into reality. Looking up at Essek, he gives you a gentle smile and again helps to wipe away your tears.

"Talk to me Starlight." At this point you can’t contain yourself any more and start sobbing as you hug Essek tightly and tell him everything that’s been happening. He listens to you and can’t help feel infuriated that anyone would dare make you feel so insignificant about yourself, he would’ve loved to put those children in their place but he had a position to uphold and must therefore stay formal in the public eye.

"Would you really still care, even if I wasn’t a runechild?" You suddenly ask, surprising him. He’s quiet for a moment putting some thought into your statement.

"I will admit, I was initially drawn to your natural abilities." He starts off slowly, making you let out a soft sigh. "However, had different circumstance brought you into my care, even without magic, I would still very much come to enjoy your presence." He pauses a second, you look up at him with big eyes as he seemingly stares off into space. "You were someone I hadn’t planned for, brought a lot of unexpected changes to my life, made me reevaluate my decisions. I’m not who… I want to start making things better, for you to have a better future." You stare somewhat blankly at him, having lost you halfway in his little speech, but you got the just of it.

"Is that a yes?" You ask for confirmation, he lets out a soft laugh at this and nods.

"I will see to that you gain a safer space to study and train your abilities. Be aware that I cannot stop this problem entirely, but I shall do what I can to alleviate you of at least some of your stresses. Alright?" You take a deep breath and nod, your gaze shifting to stare at the ground. This doesn’t last long as Essek gently lifts your chin up to look at him again. "Come on where’d that smile go?" He asks, giving you a small smile. You give a smile back, this one feeling much more natural that you can’t help let yourself giggle a bit too.

"You’re the best." You say as you hug him again. He doesn’t respond, just wraps one arm around you and rubs your back before letting go again. You give him one more smile before you turn and go to make your way out the door, with a regained bounce in your steps.

Bonus:

Essek stays back a second, watching you walk away, his proud smile fading a bit as he redirects his attention to the item he stared at earlier when he space out while talking with you.

"I’m going to make this better." He says quietly to himself, eyeing the party invitation before stashing it away in his cloak and leaving to join you outside.

#critical role #critical role & reader #mighty nein #the mighty nein #mighty nein & reader #essek thelyss #essek & reader #nothing romantic here