#i have a giant long post about it written up

[beesmygod]

do the forbidden woods have any connection to the beasts or great ones, aside from being geographically adjacent to byrgenwerth? Are the snake infested fellows just "normal" as far as yharnam is concerned? Like before yharnam got all bloodborney, was the Yharnam Cartographer's Guild map of the woods still just a big circle with SNAKES written?

this is a really good question because, as a lore psycho, i think the understated lore implications of the woods are genuinely fascinating. i think there's a lot to unpeel, even if we take into account that it was one of the places in the game that was chopped up at the 11th hour and scrambled before release.

as always for these lore posts, important nouns are bolded and speculation is in italics. we are going to discuss the woods in three parts: from the gatekeeper to the windmill is "the village". from the windmill to byrgenwerth is "the woods". the subterranean cave shortcut back to yharnam will just be called "shortcut." i'll expand on this shit GREATLY when we reach this part in "you hunted" (I HAVENT STOPPED WORKING ON IT I PROMISE IM JUST SWAMPED) so considered this a light overview. feel free to ask for more details on things and ill do my best to fill in the blanks.

THE VILLAGE:

-from the jump, the village gatekeeper is a fucking weird little blip in bloodborne's narrative. i haven't thought about him enough to figure out if he's more than just a spooky, unexplained element but he has some cut dialog that sheds some mindboggling information about yharnam: he seems very confused about WHEN it is and will cite the last time he had a visitor as anything from a year to a century.

-the lamps in this area lighting the way to the village are little burning fetal beasts of some sort.

i'm starting to understand more and more about how fire operates in the world of bloodborne, since most of the time it appears in the game, it's seemingly impossible. the thing that confused me the most was how old yharnam was still burning if it happened a long time ago. i think it's time to start thinking of the old blood as impossibly combustible and a great source of light/fire. this isn't the first in-universe example of creatures being used as fuel: the lamps in the fishing village are slugs (also infants? they strongly resemble the hunter's appearance as a baby great one in the "childhood's beginning" ending). this is a whole fucking like, thing. it's its own post.

next, the huntsmen enemies here are dressed funny. you probably noticed it but couldn't pin down how. they're dressed in white church clothes! the first model here is used only in the forbidden woods. the two on the left are from central yharnam. note the gloves on the first two; these are church doctors!

(this post goes on like this for some time)

the white church doctors are the ones that were doing "experimentally backed blood ministration". the butcher's garb further defines it as "forbidden research". these white church doctors are the citizens of this "village". in the clustered buildings where the majority of the huntsmen are, you can find blue elixir and beast blood pellets in abundance. both of these items can only be purchased from the store after obtaining the choir's badge, drawing a firm connection between the white church doctor's research and the goals of the choir.

although, this probably isn't too much of a surprise; it's almost certain that this is where fauxsekfa came from. she took the same shortcut we did, right? i'm not really sure i understand the shortcut too much. but let's talk about it.

THE SHORTCUT:

although not explicitly stated, i am strongly convinced that this cave is the entrance to the hintertomb. at the very least, it is absolutely an entrance to the labyrinth. the presence of tomb mold, blood gems, parasite larva, and pthumerian giants/corpses makes this very clear. the root chalice for the hintertomb describes it as "a cesspool of noxious snakes and insects"; i think it's likely that the snakes came from the hintertomb given they can be found in the swamps there.

the giant graves here and further into the woods are referred to as "tombstone[s] of a great one".

the hunter's mark i think would suggest these are pthumerian made. its possible that the hintertomb is spilling out into the world above but frankly all of the graves here are baffling. grave placement and appearance needs more research. the graves in the woods only are developing a strange sort of honeycomb rot pattern not unlike the head of an amygdala. this pattern shows up enough that it warrants more investigation.

the slow poison-inducing "water" here has similar properties to the slow poison pool in the research hall. they are different colors, but have similar origins: the poison pool in the research hall is from the decomposing bodies of the patients, who were exposed to bizarre blood ministration and parasitism. the pool here is likely from decomposing great ones. with this in mind, perhaps the silvery liquid is mercury.

the ladder leading out of this area is fucking insane and i have a hard time understanding what occurred there. like what in the hell is up with that grave you exit into in yharnam. who popped it open. why is it so cavernous. what happened to the contents.

anyway, let's just go back to the woods.

THE VILLAGE (again)

there's really only two more things to mention here before we move on: first, beast roar can be picked up here. it's the undead, still twitching hand of a darkbeast. nothing touched by the old blood can truly die, and these severed limbs are no exception.

second are the butchers. these are the people who collect specimens, hack them apart, and present them to the church doctors for research. they show up in three different ways: the surviving madaras twin wears the butcher's set (the hunter picks up the set from the other twin's corpse), the "executioner" enemies (REMINDER: a better translation would have been "butchers" [or, literally, "dismantling men"], i have no idea why they went with "executioner" outside of their superficial appearance) wear the cape with the popped collar, and there are huntmen enemies skulking the streets below the grand cathedral hunting for victims dressed in the garb. they literally only appear there.

ah, one more thing. this is the place where you can find the suspicious beggar and interrupt him while he's in the middle of chowing down on one of the biggest families i've ever seen in my life. at first i thought the devs hysterically fucked up the sizes of the corpses, but they're dressed like the citizens of yahar'gul. while not outright stated, evidence strongly suggests that the beggar is irreverent izzy or one of his followers such as the close proximity of one of izzy's inventions and the beggar's clothing reflecting his past as both a veteran tomb prospector gone mad and former church agent. there's a lot of meat on that bone, but for another time.

OKAY. LAST PART NOW.

THE WOODS:

this is the part you probably remember the most bc it's snake hell. the first thing we absolutely need to keep in mind is that the snake-infested guys you meet are a reference to doobie from jojo. the snakes are parasites to people, but the snakes themselves are also being parasitized? they are covered in ticks, those are the huge bloated blobs all over them. given that the augurs of the great ones are invertebrates...what does that imply about the inclusion of the ticks narratively?

there's something absolutely fascinating happening to the flora and fauna in this section of the woods but it's hard to know what it all means. some notes:

-when enemies in bloodborne die, the game handles their corpse in different ways. some of this is lore related, some of it is to reduce hardware strain. some corpses turn into ragdolls, some explode into blood, some explode into white particles (sometimes with blood but not always). snakes explode into white particles. i got way too into the fucking weeds with this, but (outside of the slime scholars....kind of) all of these enemies either appear or were intended to appear in the chalice dungeons, the nightmare frontier, or the nightmare of mensis (the lecture hall containing the scholars connects the waking world to the nightmare). all of these locations are, arguably, the nightmare.

-there are statues of amygdala and a presumed evolution of the celestial child sprouting out of the ground. i am almost certain these are original versions of the statues in the grand cathedral and yahar'gul, respectively.

-remember that strange pond with the fireflies? the only place in the game where there's fireflies? what the hell is up with that lol. i kind of have an answer:

most concrete is this: back when the original boss of the woods was snakeball, you would have faced a rematch in this pond.

insane theory crafting moment: look, this is stupid complicated and a reach so if i have to get into really defending it it, ill do it in another post. but in bloodborne people can be teleported around via "communion". communion is the means of entering the chalice dungeons and requires three things: ritual blood (or perhaps just liquid, if rom's arena is anything to go by), something to hold the blood (typically a chalice, but sometimes the "chalice" is a skull), and light (this is almost always achieved with candles). this pond is probably full of blood, if the rotten bodies nearby are any indication, and the fireflies offer light. but, look, this shit was cut so don't think too hard about it.

-its in the art book but also in the game (but hard to see): the wall separating byrgenwerth from the rest of the world is melted.

wait wtf there's dudes in it. lol. what da hell!

oh my. the name for this asset is "wall of divine tomb". cool. every day i lean some new insane shit about this game, for real.

anyway the only other point of interest is whatever the fuck valtr and the league are doing. too deep of a topic for now. anyway, those were the points of interest in the forbidden woods. i hope this was....whatever counts for informative when it comes to video game trivia

#bloodborne lore #bloodborne

[zayne-li]

Cross posted on AO3, may be edited in the future, it was written very shortly after the game actually came out.

Explicit, MDNI.

Zayne gets injured, MC saves him, and Zayne has very normal feelings about it.

Feelings like: femdom, etc.

"Zayne! Zayne! Can you hear me? Come on, get up, you have to get up, we need to go now!"

The world is fuzzy at the edges, and there's a tinny sort of ringing in his ears, but he hears his hunters voice. She's upset. Why?

Arms stronger than they should be tug at the lapels of his white doctors coat, dragging him up off the concrete, and he blinks hard several times. His head is swimming. 

Zayne groans, deep and low as his awareness slowly returns, able to blearily look around and recall that right, yes, we were at my favorite sweets shop... And then...

"I know it hurts, Zayne, but I really, really need you to get up right now." That's her voice again, and then he can see her. Right in front of him, holding him halfway off the ground. There's blood smeared across her lips, cheek, and eye, and her hair is ashy with dust, no hint of the real color underneath it all. 

It occurs to him that it's concerning he can't recall what exactly has happened. Was it Wanderers? Some sort of accident? A weak cough escapes him as his shoes scrape across the loose pebbles on the road. 

Everything hurts. Like one giant bruise all over his body. But he is slowly regaining his senses. He does have at least that.

All around them is destruction: rubble and dust and shouts for loved ones piercing through the fog. The air smells and tastes metallic as his hunter helps him up onto shaky feet, hoisting one of his arms over her shoulder and wrapping the other around his middle.

"Can you walk? We need to get you to Akso now."

Her pupils are blown, and eyes wild. It's a look he hasn't seen on her before. Despite the pain and danger they are in, there is something about her in this very moment(maybe the blood, the adrenaline, this demeanor he's never seen before) that makes his gut clench.

Ought to dissect that later, he thinks. Then again, perhaps not.

"Akso?" His voice is rough, throat sticky with dust.

"Yes, you broke at least two of your ribs in that explosion, you need medical care, do you understand?" 

His eyes drop down to hers, and he realizes just how much they are touching in this moment. All the way from their feet to her head, becoming a long line of heat down the right side of his body.

What timing, Doctor Li.

"I understand." He confirms to her, and plants his gaze firmly ahead of them, forcing his attention onto the task at hand rather than the way that look in her eyes makes him feel.

--

Weeks later he is still recalling that day, though who can blame him, confined to bed rest as he is? Three broken ribs and a full month of leave from the hospital, it's difficult to find ways to entertain himself. 

Zayne closes his eyes and he sees her covered in sweat, that single minded determination carving deep lines into her face. If she'd had to, she would have dragged his limp body to the doors of the hospital. It was a look that told him, "I'm not losing you too. Not today." It was that look that had given him the strength to keep putting one foot in front of the other. 

It aroused him deep in his gut, somewhere he hadn't even known existed. 

It was disturbing, in more ways than one. 

He'd begun to have dreams. 

Dreams of her coming home to his apartment, the door closing with more force than necessary, her dirty boots crossing through the kitchen with purpose. And when she found that purpose, she would have that same look on her face. In some of the dreams she'd still have blood on her face, and she'd lick the droplets away, just as she did while she labored to save his life that day. 

She would grab him by the knot of his tie, stifling his surprise with a bruising kiss, plundering his mouth like a woman starved, using her unexpected strength to push him back against the wall, to cover him with her smaller frame. He would moan into her throat and her lips would curve into a smile against his. 

One night, he wakes around four in the morning after dreaming of his hunters battle lust and he finds himself in an uncomfortable, sticky mess.

Zayne knows he loves her. He has since he was a boy, that has never changed, but through the years, his crush has waxed and waned, but remained fundamentally childlike. It hasn't been until they reconnected this past year that he'd even begun to let his thoughts drift to more unsavory places. And now... Well he determines that this new... Discovery of his remain well and firmly hidden. 

Her presence in his life is too precious to waste with his depraved imagination. 

After all, while he's been bored and cooped up in his apartment, with strict instructions from every person in his life to "Sit and rest, for once!" She has been visiting him almost daily. Usually not for long, as her own work keeps her extraordinarily busy(he supposes he's never noticed just how hard and much she works before, because he himself is often entrenched in his own), but always with an easy smile and some sort of treat for him. Chocolate, or cookies, one afternoon a little fruit tart from a vendor she passed on her way to see him.

Most of the time, it is no challenge for him to recognize that her friendship is far, far too valuable to risk losing. 

Today, she knocks on his door, and when he opens it, he almost forgets. 

She's a mess. 

There's a fairly large, but shallow cut across most of her face, from her cheek down to her chin, her hair is pulled up haphazardly, the leather glove she normally wears is missing, and her clothes, though neat, have small tears across one of her knees, and her shoulder. 

Zayne swallows before he greets her. 

"Difficult day?" 

She exhales a chuckle. "Just a long one, sorry. I was going to go home to clean up, but by then it would have been pretty late, and I was already nearby when I finished, so I thought I'd just uh... Drop in." 

She's sheepish, rubbing the back of her neck with one hand, and Zayne forces himself to look away, making eye contact with the corner of the wall instead. There's a chip in the paint. 

"Really, you needn't trouble yourself on my behalf, I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself. You require rest as well as I." 

What would it feel like, right now, to have her press up against him? Warm. Solid, he thinks. Would she grab him by his jaw? Turn his face this way and that? 

He imagines how she would taste. Salty and metallic, he thinks, especially now. His hunter, shoving him onto his back in his bed, she would be impatient, barely taking the time to undo their pants before sheathing herself on his cock, using her palms on his chest for leverage to fuck herself as she pleased. 

"Yeah, well then we might as well rest together, huh?"

She pulls him from his depraved thoughts.

Zayne realizes that the heat between his legs, if not controlled soon, will become a much larger problem(no pun intended).

"You have quite the knack for turning phrases, you know." His tone stays even, and he turns away, inviting her inside without another word, his excuse being the television in his living room that needs muting. 

"And you never have this much time off. It's kinda fun, really." 

He hears the click of the door shutting, and the turn of the lock. 

"I brought you something, too."

Thud on the kitchen counter. Whatever it is, it sounds hefty. While he pretends to look for his remote, he adjusts himself in his pants, burning with shame for this predicament. 

"What is it this time?" 

"Brownies! Salted caramel flavored. They're my favorite."

She appears quite suddenly in the corner of his vision, and he jumps, feeling his face grow hot. 

"Thoughtful as always." He smiles, and hits the mute button on another story of wanderer attacks. 

His hunter frowns, leaning her body around to get a good look at him. 

"Something's wrong. What's wrong?" Her tone leaves no room for arguments, and Zayne's eyes go a bit wide just for a moment. 

"What makes you think anything is wrong? Other than my broken ribs?" He doesn't realize it, but he imitates her in the way he tilts his head. The mirth in her eyes makes his chest ache. 

"You're blushing, Doctor Zayne." Her tongue pokes out from between her teeth with her smile. 

"Perhaps I'm coming down with a fever." He counters. 

She squints, but moves away, rolling not just her eyes, but her whole head. "Oooh-kay. Then perhaps I should leave, huh? Keep you from spreading your virus all over Linkon?" 

His mouth opens, but he has no immediate response. 

"Uh-huh." She oozes with smugness. 

God he wants her. Whether in his dreams, or right now, either will do. He's wanted her for so long. And now she's so close. Zayne feels his entire chest go tight with longing. He wants everything with her. For her. 

He wants her to be with him always. If he could put a tiny little hunter in his pocket and keep her there he would, just so he could pull her out when he likes to soothe the ache in his soul that she both creates and fills in equal measure.

He wants her just like this, messy and stinking of rain and sweat and blood, he wants her sweetness, her humor, her easy charisma.

And God he wants her to claim him. He wants the battle lust, her fingernails deep in his scalp, the stinging on his back. He wants her to take whatever she likes from him, his body, his soul, his everything. 

"I wasn't blushing. You are mistaken." Somehow he keeps his voice even and calm, though inside he fights to keep from pouncing on her. 

Down, boy.

Recognition flashes across her face. 

And then a flurry of emotions he has trouble naming. Confusion, shock, and something else he can't define, but it reminds him of the day they were in that explosion, and she became someone he didn't know. 

His hunter steps forward, further into his space, and on instinct, Zayne steps back, his swallow loud in the quiet apartment. 

She must see something on his face. Fear, he thinks. And her expression of bewilderment changes as her gaze flickers rapidly across his features, first his eyes, his mouth, the bob in his throat, the fist clenched at his side, and then back to his mouth.

Her movements are slow as she takes another step forward, as if she's afraid to spook him, like one would a wild animal. She grabs the front of his shirt, and he swallows back a whine. 

His hunter sees this too.

"Why haven't you said anything?" 

"You frighten me sometimes."

Do I, Doctor Zayne?" Her eyes are dark, and she pulls him down to her, tilting her head just so, and holds him a hairsbreadth away from her lips.

He can taste her breath. It makes his knees weak. God, if you are there, don't wake me from this dream.

#lads zayne #love and deepspace #zayne #zayne x reader #zayne x you

[i-luvsang]

in the light of the recent situation or whatever you want to call it with mingi and that anime, i'm pausing my writing for him for at least a little bit. i understand a lot of people think his name has been "cleared" on this topic, but after doing my own research and trying to understand the fancall myself, i'm deciding to air on the side of caution. unless you have helpful and creditable information or want to have a civil/productive convo about it, let's not talk about it because i don't have the emotional space for anything that's not civil and willing to come to an understanding of my point of view (as i want to be civil and am willing to understand other people's points of view). some more detail in the tags :)

#and if you really want to know exactly my thoughts and how i came to this conclusion please dm me #i have a giant long post about it written up #but i don't really find it necessary to share unless someone is curious about my decision and how i got here #note the word curious--not critical :) #tbh this is for my own peace of mind because i'm still unsure about things even after all i've read/heard/seen #and i'd rather not worry about it when trying to write things that are just silly goofy and literally 100% for funsies #if you don't agree with that for whatever reason #that's okay #again if you're up for civil conversation i totally am too!

[moongothic]

There's like a part of me that realizes that I've written so much Crocodad Meta that at this point I should probably just compile and condence it all into like a giant Propaganda Post

'Cause like. Sure it's all still on my blog, but few people are going to go digging through all the crap I've posted in the past few months for all the Crocodad Evidence, so just showing it all into a single post would make for like. IDK something I could use to make a compelling argument for why Crocodad could be real

(Also it would be more like, Crocodad evidence you might find on a more meta/narrative level, like on-going themes and Oda's story telling tropes/habits etc. Other people have already made posts that breakdown and analyze Marineford and compile all the subtle details+easter eggs etc so I wouldn't even go into any of that. I mean SURE I could regurgitate all that info too but it'd be easier to just link to someone else's post instead and save myself some time lol)

But also.

Do I really want to spend an obscene amount of time making that post. Do I really want to do that.

#Moon posting #OP Meta #Like the reason I've been so against making a giant propaganda post is that BECAUSE I've already written about these things #It'd feel like I'd be beating a dead horse. Also I'd have to condence a lot of it 'cause the post would get long as hell otherwise #(I mean the good news is that even if I had to condence some subjects I could link to my longer breakdowns for extra detail I guess lmao) #But also it would bring me great joy if I was able to convince people that Crocodad was Real based on narrative evidence #And that would be way easier if I had a single propaganda post as proof instead of my whole ass blog lmao #Also we are getting closer and closer to Egghead wrapping up which means we might get to see Cross Guild soon #And I mean I don't think we're gonna get into Croc's backstory immidiately when we do but like I'm just saying #The clock's ticking and there's only so much time left for me to make an argument for Crocodad being Real before it gets proven OR debunked #Shoutout to the three people who have gone through my entire OP Meta tag and liked every single post I've written in the past few days

[fatuismooches]

Could you please write about the Harbingers spending time with the reader on their birthdays? But maybe they send what they did with you as a letter to the Traveler like the in-game feature? :D

♡ 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬' 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐋𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 ♡

synopsis: The Traveler naturally expects mail in their inbox whenever the Harbingers' birthdays roll around. However, they didn't expect it to be so... lovey-dovey, and all about you.

includes: all harbingers w/ gn! reader

notes: I've finally finished it! I've been wanting to write something similar to my voice line post for a while, so here it is - the Harbingers sending birthday mail, except they're very down bad for you :3 Includes a letter, a photograph, and attached items with the letter! (Sorry to the Pulcinella fans, I was too lazy to write him in.)

“Home…”

Sender: Pierro

It is my birthday today. Normally, I would have continued on my day as usual, but [Name] had another idea in mind, going so far as to get the Tsaritsa herself to block the door to my office and then dragging me away. It seems they were planning this for a while… The last birthday I celebrated was the year Khaenri’ah fell. What purpose did today serve when my homeland and people were gone? As the years went on, it began to slip my mind and I nearly would have forgotten the date, were it not for [Name]’s question a while ago. I thought nothing of it, but I did not think [Name] would have taken this so seriously.

They knew I would enjoy anything so long as it was with them, yet they had the entire day planned out. Claiming that I needed some fresh air, we walked through the Snezhnayan streets, the normally biting frost a bit warmer than usual. Casual browsing at some new stores that opened up. [Name]’s attempt at starting a snowball fight. And lastly… grocery shopping.

When we got back, they wouldn’t let me help or look. But I could tell from the smell exactly what they were making. It turns out that they managed to make a dish from my home country. I am not sure how they managed to get a hold of this recipe… I must have mentioned it offhandedly and they improvised from there. Of course, it’s not an exact replica, but nonetheless, it tasted delicious. Just for a few minutes, I was taken back to my previous home. That home will never come back, but I have a new one now.

And now the day is almost over. Despite their best efforts to stay awake until the end of the day, they succumbed to their sleepiness, now lying on my lap. They were supposed to read me something they made, but perhaps I’ll find out what that was tomorrow. 

Tomorrow will be back to normal again. But that is alright. I still do not believe I deserve a day like today but, if this is what [Name] desires, then I shall not refuse them again. I’ll look forward to the next birthday just as they do.

Attached Photograph:

A picture is included with the letter that has Pierro and you in it. The Harbinger is seated at a table with a homemade dish in front of him. His giant coat and mask are placed off to the side, revealing scars from long ago. You’re glued to his side, trying to feed him by holding the spoon close to his mouth. Pierro is a grown man, the Traveler thinks, he does not need you to feed him… However, he looks quite content with this arrangement so the blonde won’t question it any further. In fact, he looks as if he’s right at home.

Attached Items:

Ancient Khaenri’ahn Dish [A meal unique to Khaneri’ah that has long been forgotten by the world. Although you clearly struggled to make it due to a lack of experience, even the Traveler can taste how much of your love was put into it.]

Khaenri’ahn Story Book [A book that contains numerous fairy tales and various stories originating from the lost nation, written by none other than Pierro himself, and illustrated by you. Apparently, it was born from you begging him to tell you stories from his home, and eventually, the Harbinger began to write them down so you could read them instead of bothering him so often. However, it made the problem worse as now you bother him to read them to you. How sweet.]

—

“A Day Off.”

Sender: Dottore

[Name] has convinced me to go back to Sumeru with them for a couple of days. I couldn’t care less about this day, but they were adamant about spending the whole day with me, and that they “will not be spending my birthday in a dark gloomy lab again.” 

My research has regrettably halted for a bit, but I suppose this was not a bad idea. This was the first time in many years that either of us had stepped foot back into Sumeru - we had not been back since I was expelled from the Akademiya, besides my segments of course.

[Name] and I trekked the same path we used to walk during our studies at the Akademiya. It was a good spot for studying and conducting experiments without any disturbances - that was until they started following me around. They were a nuisance at first… but eventually, [Name] began to help me deconstruct a variety of machines, which was helpful. And then would laugh at me whenever I ended up breaking them. 

Ever since I met them, [Name] has always said a lot of strange things, but their most recent comment was that they wanted to drink the blue liquid in the vial I carry around. They think it looks… tropical and vibrant. Of course, I refused them. But I had a feeling that if I didn’t provide them with it, they’d try and get it themselves. I was not interested in having to inject an antidote into them, so I came up with a solution.

I know that I am no chef, but this goes outside the realm of cooking. It wasn’t hard to create a sweet drink that would be to [Name]’s liking with the same color. They were more pleased than I thought and demanded that I make it for them more often. I do not care much for nourishment, but perhaps I’ll try my hand at it more often. They have insisted that I send you some, too. So, Traveler, is it to your liking as well? Even if it’s not, I do not care, so don’t bother telling me.

Attached Photograph:

A picture is included with the letter that has Dottore and you in it. Despite how much the Traveler has explored Sumeru, they can’t seem to pinpoint the location where it was taken. It must really be a secret place, just for the two of you. Dottore’s mask is on his lap, revealing crimson eyes and scarred skin. You seem to have fallen asleep on his shoulder, as your eyes are closed, though your mouth seems to be agape, perhaps mumbling some nonsense in your sleep. Dottore’s expression is exasperated, but there is a certain fondness in his eyes, one that the Traveler can’t distinguish, or rather, they refuse to believe it. Did the Kamera have an editing function now? Because surely, the photograph must have been forged or something, because there was no way The Doctor could ever have such a tender look in his eyes… 

Attached Items:

Strange Blue Concoction [Some kind of legitimate drink that’s the same color as the vial Dottore carries around. According to [Name], it is quite delicious, but would any sane person dare to try anything from The Doctor of all people…? Who knows, these two might be trying to poison the blonde.]

Assortment of Ruin Guard Parts [Parts from Ruin Guards Dottore created and assembled himself. A wide variety of parts are here, including Chaos Cores, Circuits, and Devices. Wait… they seem to all be damaged and broken. Hey, did Dottore just send the Traveler his useless parts?!]

—

“Care For A Show?” 

Sender: Columbina

Hello dear Traveler! How are you?~ Today has been such a wonderful day. Why, you ask? Because it’s my birthday of course! ♪ The one day when I have the ability to drag my beloved [Name] wherever I want, with no resistance. Normally they protest for quite a bit, telling me I have a mountain of work to do but, they don’t need to worry their pretty little head about that. ♫ Is it that much of a crime to slack off to spend time with one’s beloved? But oh, that little routine of ours is something that I do cherish.

My dearest [Name] took me to a play. We were among the first to see it, as it was the opening day. You know, they always tell me that as a Harbinger, I should be more conscious of how I present myself. But is it really a problem to sit in their lap instead of my chair? It’s not like anyone can see us all the way up on the balcony seats, hmm? ♬ Moving on though~ The play was quite an interesting story. 

It was of an angel who fell in love with a mere human, despite how taboo it was. When the two were caught, the angel had to decide - would she rather retain their purity and remain in the heavens or fall down, stripped of her divinity to be with her human? Well, if you want to see the ending, you’ll just have to come to Snezhnaya and watch it yourself. ♪ But do tell me Traveler, if you were in a situation like that, what would you choose? … I already know what my choice would be.

Ah, but that show was not even the best part! After that, [Name] put on their own performance for me, just the two of us. It was beautiful of course, the way they convey their choice of art is always worthy of praise. But, they always seem to seek my feedback and criticism… they told me they want to keep improving to make me even more pleased but, how many times do I need to explain to them that I already believe their craft is beautiful? Nevertheless, I do indulge them, if only to satisfy my love. Why don’t you take a look at one of our collaborations, Traveler? It is quite good if I do say so myself. ♫

Attached Photograph:

A picture is included with the letter that has Columbina and you in it. The lighting in the theater is a bit dim, so your figures are a bit faded but, the Traveler can still make out the two of you. The two of you have separate chairs but, Columbina is practically spilling onto yours, her head comfortably resting against your chest. You seem as though this is normal for you, which it probably is. Wait, is Columbina sleeping? It seems she probably got bored during the intermission… That’s why you specifically chose your clothes to double as a blanket for your wife.

Attached Items:

Music Score [A music score composed by both you and Columbina. The two of you performed it perfectly together as a present to your wife. Of course, it’s bound to be mesmerizing considering Columbina’s participation. So hauntingly beautiful, that in fact, it might end your life before you get to the end… is that an exaggeration? Well, it seems like the Traveler will have to take that risk.]

Pair of Tickets [Tickets gifted to the Traveler and Paimon. There’s no name on it or any expiration date, so it can be used to watch a single play in Snezhnaya for free, with the best seats in-house, so pick carefully. These things are quite expensive, so don’t go losing them now! Otherwise, Columbina and [Name] might ban the traveling duo from the theater…]

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“An Excellent Day.”

Sender: Capitano

Today is my birthday. However, I have never been very adept at celebrating this day. I realize that it is the norm to celebrate one’s birthday, but I have never felt the need to. Though, ever since I became a Harbinger, my recruits have always wished me well today. Unfortunately, when the bolder ones ask me what I have planned, I have nothing interesting to respond with, always prompting them to urge me to do something… In the hallways, I always hear conversations along the lines of even though being a Harbinger is busy, I deserve to do something nice on my birthday. But in reality, it does not bother me at all. Is it really that strange not to do anything on one’s birthday?

When [Name] found out how I normally spend my birthdays, they shared a similar sentiment and promised to make this one “the most eventful and fun and best one I’ve ever had.” They said that since this is our first year together, they need to make my birthday an excellent one. Although I tried to reassure them they needn’t try so hard for me, they were insistent. However, true to their word, I would say my birthday did end up being an excellent one.

One thing about [Name] is they never fail to teach me something new. In this case, they taught me what it means to celebrate a birthday, and I’d say I learned a lot. As stated by them, there is no exact or definite way to celebrate. It is what you make of it. And they, knowing the kind of man I was, chose the activities accordingly. (There were a few mishaps but everything went well for the most part. It is not customary to break a few knives while cutting cake, so I feared that I may have ruined things, but [Name] reassured me it was normal.)

So all in all, today was an excellent day. However, I am faced with a problem now. What should I do when [Name]’s birthday comes? Should I do the same thing they did for me? But would they think that is low effort and unoriginal? I do not wish to disappoint them. Traveler, do you have any ideas? Also, please ask Tartaglia for me as well. The last time I spoke to him, he tried to ask me for a duel.

Attached Photograph:

A picture is included with the letter that has Capitano and you in it. The snowy forest terrain looks as picturesque as ever, but what really draws attention is the man and his lover in the middle. Mostly, the Harbinger who has a squirrel or two perched on him, not to mention the few birds that made their nest in the fluff of his coat. And even some cats? Where did they come from?! Well, it’s best not to question it. It’s rather endearing. Rather, one should question how silent and unmoving the Captain is in an effort to not disturb all the animals. Just ignore the deer in the background waiting for some attention too.

Attached Items:

How To Celebrate Your Birthday Pamphlet [A collaboration between Capitano’s Fan Club and [Name]. The fan club loves you immensely because you help to put their long-awaited plans into action. The numerous activities in this guide (blowing out the candles, feeding each other cake, gift giving, lots of affection, etc) were written out by the club and dutifully carried out by you. There were also birthday punches, but Capitano was confused as to why you were tickling him.]

Capitano and [Name]’s Picture Book [Don’t tell anyone this, but Capitano has a tendency to name all the creatures of the forest near his mansion. At first, he went there to train, but decided against it after seeing all the animals around there, because he doesn’t want to scare them away. What he did not expect was to befriend all of them… you came across him one day talking to them after searching for him. How can he tell them apart? Even you don’t know. But this book is dedicated to all of his animal friends, with pictures taken by you of course. So if the Traveler happens to visit Snezhnaya someday, make sure to be nice to these little guys!]

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“They’re Annoying…”

Sender: Wanderer

It is that time of year again when my birthday rolls around. You know very well I do not care much for this day, but once again, there are always annoyances at my every turn… Both Lesser Lord Kusanali and [Name] always prove to be a thorn in my side on this day. In the past, I usually spent my birthdays under the sakura trees in Inazuma, visiting [Name]. But, things have changed now. I no longer am who I once was, and my relationship with [Name] is no longer the same. They have forgotten me, and our past together… but Lesser Lord Kusanali has forced us to interact again numerous times, leading to our current relationship. Lesser Lord Kusanali always pats my back, saying that time will lead us back to each other… how irritating. 

Speaking of her being irritating, she decided to tell [Name] that today was my birthday, a horrible decision. Now, they’ve run all over Sumeru looking for me, until they finally found me in the House of Daena. Panting and gasping for air, all I could hear was them sincerely apologizing over and over for not knowing my birthday. They promised they’d get me a late birthday gift, even though I kept repeating that it was unnecessary. Unfortunately, it has always been hard to get things through their thick skull. All I know for sure is that Lesser Lord Kusanali definitely planned this and that she will tease me to no end the next time I see her… 

Still, they dragged me through Sumeru City. According to them, they knew I wouldn’t like anything too fancy, so they brought me to an alleyway. Your typical textbook dark and narrow one. And at the end were… cats. Many of them. [Name] turned to me with a smile and said they bet I didn’t know about this secret kitty haven, and that it was a perfect gift for someone like me. I do wonder if Sumeru’s sun has made them crazy sometimes.

But, this birthday wasn’t as boring as I thought it’d be. So… that’s nice, I guess. Actually, Lesser Lord Kusanali had assigned me a paper to write. A paper on [Name], on my own birthday. She said that she wasn’t going to read or check it, but it was for my sake. How preposterous, right? How would anything like that help me?

But tonight… I feel as though I’ll make some progress on it.

Attached Photograph:

A picture is included with the letter that has Wanderer and you in it. The puppet is at the top of the ladder in the House of Daena, searching for books (most likely forced to by the Dendro Archon), but your figure can be made out at the bottom. You seem to be waving and beckoning him to come down, so he can have a good time with you for his birthday. Wanderer doesn’t seem very excited about it, but… he will always indulge you, the person he can’t deny he loves. Hmm? Why is he using a ladder instead of his Anemo powers? Well, perhaps the puppet doesn’t like drawing attention to himself.

Attached Items:

Essay Concerning Inazuman Society and Politics [An essay Wanderer has written during his time spent in Vahumana. What, did the Traveler really think he’d send the essay he wrote about [Name]? However, Paimon couldn’t make it through the title page, and even the Traveler struggled through it. But, it seems to be your favorite essay of his, considering all the notes you made in it, not to mention the noodles you drew when you got bored… Wanderer probably scolded you for that but, it’s never in bad faith.]

Tricolor Dango [A plate of dango that [Name] brought for Wanderer as a treat. It seems that they are unaware of his dislike of sweet food… But the puppet did not want to hurt their feelings considering the thought and effort they put into his birthday, so he did not decline it.]

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“A Lavish Tea Party.”

Sender: Sandrone

Unbeknownst to me, [Name] recently had a variety of sweets from Fontaine imported. It seemed like they tinkered with my bots once again, to get them on their side so I would remain in the dark… they can be such a hassle to deal with sometimes. However, this means that their skills are ever improving, as I’ve been improving my Automatons to be much more complex. As expected of my assistant. Speaking of, they’ve also imported some other things that I’ve been wanting for a while. Hopefully, they’re up to standard this time, or they’ll have to be returned. Ugh, I hate dealing with the Ninth whenever that happens…

Though back to the subject, it seems that [Name] has once again needlessly gone out of their way, since today is my date of birth. Although I don’t like being distracted from my research, and I see no need to waste time just because I happened to be born today, this break that [Name] has prepared for me isn’t too bad. I have not attended a proper tea party in far too long. The fools I have for agents can never set it up correctly.

[Name] is not someone who dresses up very often, but they always make the effort to match their attire with mine. Something that other people should learn from, but alas. Though, I wish they did it more often. Not even the most well-crafted doll could match their beauty. Have I told them that? No, they should be smart enough to figure that out by themselves.

Regardless, I must cut this letter short. After this, I want to work on an Automaton with [Name]. I have held off on it because they have expressed interest in it, and since we are together now, it is the perfect time to work on it. I was expecting them to get huffy at me working today, but it seems that they are pleased to work with me. I wonder why.

Attached Photograph:

A picture is included with the letter that has Sandrone and you in it. A wide array of treats and sweets are plated on numerous platters, along with ceramic tea cups waiting to be filled with piping hot tea. The surrounding robots are also fashioned in a similar style as her, perfect attire for the tea party, holding additional trays of desserts. (Can these robots eat too?) You’re pouring your wife her favorite kind of tea as you’ve already set her plate, while she sits patiently with her hands folded. Despite Sandrone’s doll-like features, one can see a small smile on her face.

Attached Items:

Instructions For A Perfect Tea Party [Sandrone’s set of instructions as to how a perfect tea party is conducted. Some of the rules seem nonsensical and impossible to many, which is why no Fatui agent can ever live up to the Harbinger’s expectations, as she will not accept anything less than what she desires. However, you are the only person who has managed to fulfill all the rules to a tee, which is one of the reasons she greatly favors you. Sending this list to the Traveler and Paimon is also her way of saying they are never invited as they will never be able to fulfill the rules in a way that satisfies her… how rude!]

Clockwork Toy of Sandrone [A Harbinger toy from Leschots Clockwork Workshop in Fontaine. They seem to have dabbled in making toys of the Harbingers as they said they would, and who better to start with than the machinery genius herself? Of course, Sandrone can point out numerous flaws with the design and components, and probably criticized it heavily to you, but you still seem to love it, because it’s of her! Unfortunately, your wife doesn’t like that very much… why settle for something inferior when you could have it in much higher quality? So the Harbinger decided to make a toy of herself that lives up to her standard. The Traveler can have the faulty one…]

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“Another Year Passes…”

Sender: La Signora

In the past, I used to be quite fond of birthdays. In Mondstadt, I would always celebrate it with him every year. But after he died, birthdays left a bitter taste in my mouth, and I never dared think about doing anything on this day ever again. How could I, when he was no longer by my side? But today is my birthday again, and I find myself happy. Why? Because of [Name], the person who taught me how to love again. Admittedly, I pushed away the idea at first. But after some more reflection, I decided it wouldn’t be fair to [Name]. The past is the past, and the present is the present. If [Name] wants to make me feel special on my birthday, then who am I to stop them?

And indeed they did pamper me. They always pamper me but, today it was much more than normal. Breakfast in bed, massages, hair brushing, helping me put on my clothes, opening doors for me, fancy dinner and wine after work. I don’t think there was a single moment where they weren’t trying to do something for me. It gave me a good chuckle, which made them embarrassed. But truly, it made me happy. I had… forgotten what it feels like to be cared for on my birthday. It’s a foreign feeling but, I hope that the foreignness eventually goes away after some time.

However, I must tell them that there’s no need to overexert themselves just because it is my birthday. Although I do enjoy the extra treatment, it does neither of us any good for them to fall asleep before the night is even over. But, that’s okay. There is always next year, yes?

Attached Photograph:

A picture is included with the letter that has Signora and you in it. You are fast asleep on the Fair Lady’s lap, a peaceful expression on your face. A similar one is on Signora’s, as there is no one else around, and she can let her guard down around you. There are a few of her flame moths scattered around the room as well, a few on the two of you. As her blonde hair spills onto your face and body, one can only guess what she is thinking.

Attached Items:

Tea Break Pancakes [Despite Signora’s history with her home nation, it’s said that she still enjoys the cuisine from there. So, you like to cook her food from there whenever you can. It might not be as good as a professional’s but it provides her a taste of home. A taste of your love, which is her favorite flavor.]

Rose [It’s no secret that roses are Signora’s favorite flower. Beautiful yet thorny, alluring yet dangerous. There are many kinds of roses with all sorts of meanings in this world, but you two have been seen exchanging only one kind - a red one. Whatever could it mean?]

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“Birthdays…”

Sender: Pantalone

When I was a child, birthdays did not mean much to me. After all, how could one focus on their date of birth when it seemed like life was full of nothing but curses and suffering? It was only another day of working to survive. But when I met [Name], they changed that. With them, the day began to have… meaning. Purpose. It wasn’t anything grand, but they made it special, distracting me from another day of poverty. Even with their meager earnings, they never failed to gift me something, even if it was of little to no value, or not the best quality… I cherished it. No one else had ever thought of me so much. When I look back, every time my birthday came around again, my love for them only grew more.

Now that we are adults, my only wish is to repay their kindness and spoil them with as many gifts as they deserve. However, there are a few issues with this. There are times I find myself more disappointed with the world than usual because it has yet to create something that would be a suitable gift that would be on par with my love for my dear [Name]. However, whenever my spouse gifts me something, their thoughtfulness never ceases to amaze me. How is it that they always manage to gift me something wonderful and touching? When I questioned them about this, they raised an eyebrow and gave me a strange look. It seems that I will not learn their secret anytime soon. How unfortunate.

Not to mention, dearest [Name] gets upset when I spend “ludicrous amounts of money” (their words) on them, especially on my birthday, so they’ve “forbidden” me from doing so today. They are rather persistent on this, and their long lectures and expressions are rather amusing, so I’ll indulge them… for now. Do you think they realize I’ll just spend double the amount the next day? Regardless, birthdays are always well spent with [Name], and I plan to enjoy this one fully, just as I have in the past because they are the one who makes my birthday a day worth celebrating.

Attached Photograph:

A picture is included with the letter that has Pantalone and you in it. The two of you are taking a walk in Snezhnaya, browsing stores and the like. Even though it is Pantalone’s birthday, he seems insistent on trying to buy out a few stores for you once again… so in order to prevent him from doing that, you’ve hidden yourself in his coat, stopping him from walking properly. The Harbinger seems rather entertained by your antics and your head popping out of his coat… he should make you do this more often. It’s perfect for head pats.

Attached Items:

Pantalone’s Spare Change [As it is his birthday, Pantalone is feeling more generous than usual, so he is sending a bit of funds to the Traveler. There is no need for any repayment, take it as a symbol of the Fatui’s goodwill. (However, it would do good to proceed with caution… this is the Ninth, after all.) Opening it up, the duo expects to see an average amount of money, but instead are presented with a couple of million Mora… if this is what Pantalone is willing to send to the Traveler, how much does he spend on [Name]?! Paimon doesn’t want to imagine the number!]

[Name]’s Guide to Gift Giving [A piece written by you to detail how you always choose the best gift for Pantalone, unbeknownst to your husband. Opening it up, the Traveler is very curious as to how you manage to win over the Harbinger every time, a man who has everything he could possibly want at his fingertips. But instead, only one sentence is written on the paper - “I don’t know how I do it either.”]

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“Appreciation.”

Sender: Arlecchino

Birthdays were not very much celebrated in the House of Hearth, especially when the former Knave was around. However, that changed when [Name] came along. Years ago, I still remember when they gifted Lynette her first tea cup set. Freminet, a collection of spare parts that he ended up using to make another clockwork toy. And probably the biggest hassle… gifting little Lyney a white rabbit. However, I do appreciate my lover’s efforts. The children always look forward to their birthdays much more now, some even going as far as to drop hints about their desired gift and give puppy eyes to [Name] when the time rolls around. I have to remind my children not to get greedy, and to be grateful for what they already have…

I also remember the first birthday they gifted me something as well. A part of me expected it, considering the way they behaved, but still, it was an… unfamiliar feeling, to be gifted something. And, it was also the day little Lyney and Lynette presented their first amateur magic show to me. Of course, they had much to improve on, but looking back it was a suitable birthday gift, considering how much I’ve seen the two grow now. Needless to say, I appreciate [Name] very much, for what they have given me and my children.

My birthday has come once more, and [Name] is celebrating it as they always feel the need to. Really, even if they did nothing, I would still appreciate it, considering all they’ve done. The sweets they gathered this time were exceptional, and we had a lovely chat, before taking a walk through Fontaine. They say that the flowers that grow in the wild are always the prettiest, especially the Rainbow Roses.

Ah, last of all, if you could do me a favor, that would be greatly appreciated. You have been in Fontaine for a while now, yes? It would be a great help to me if you could point me to some good operas. [Name] and I have watched many in Snezhnaya, however, we don’t often have the chance to watch any in Fontaine, with our work and all. Thank you. And please, do not bore me or waste my time.

Attached Photograph:

A picture is included with the letter that has Arlecchino and you in it. You two are sitting in a field in Fontaine somewhere, with Rainbow Roses to the side. One of them has been tucked into the Harbinger’s hair, while you seem to be focusing on creating… a flower crown? Despite the pinkness of the rose greatly contrasting with Arlecchino’s whole dark red, black, and white look, she seems to not mind your antics and waits patiently for you to complete your work of art. Of course, as a Fontainian, she knows very well what Rainbow Roses symbolize, and won’t turn down the physical manifestation of your feelings.

Attached Items:

List of Yummy Hidden Gems [A list of great places to buy sweets from in Fontaine, courtesy of [Name], passed on by Arlecchino. Sure, Hotel Debord and Café Lutece do have some excellent sweets, but there are many hidden restaurants and bakeries that provide delicious treats as well! Do stop by and give them a try. Arlecchino favors many of their products. If one needs a similar list for the other nations, do tell.]

Slice of Birthday Cake [An exquisite slice of cake cut from Arlecchino’s birthday cake. She doesn’t care much for the tradition, but [Name] always buys one anyway as an excuse to treat the children from the House to something nice. You know you shouldn’t spoil them so much, but you can’t help it!]

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“Splash!”

Sender: Tartaglia

Hey comrade! How have you been? Sorry if my handwriting isn’t the best. I sparred with [Name] for my birthday, and they really roughed me up. Not that I mind, I asked them to go all out. Normally they don’t like fighting with me, because they always insist they don’t like hurting me, but they couldn’t say no to me today. You know, I would like to see the two of you fight. It would be an exhilarating experience.

But anyway, after they patched me up, we took a dive in Fontaine’s waters! You know, whenever I visit Liyue, we often go to cool off in Yaoguang Shoal, but Fontaine’s oceans are so much different. The scenery, the terrain, the greenery, the wildlife… good thing I bought them a waterproof Kamera. Speaking of wildlife, [Name] and I befriended a blubberbeast. [Name] instantly fell in love with the creature, and I feel as though they gave a bit too much attention to it, but, seeing them smile is the best gift I could ever ask for. Maybe I should gift them a plushie of it? However, it is a bit amusing that something that looks as defenseless as that could pack such a punch!

Did you know this, Traveler? Apparently, Romaritime Flowers represent loyalty. [Name] gifted me a bouquet which I was initially confused about since I usually give them flowers instead. But after some quick research, these flowers mean unbreaking oaths. It was a bit ironic really, for I should have gifted them instead as I always swore to be loyal to them, my family, and the Tsaritsa, but it was a wonderful gift. Not to mention the delicious meal they prepared. They’ve been busy researching the best Fontaine recipes for me, so I could make them for Teucer and the others back home, but maybe I should just drag them to Snezhnaya so they could do it instead… I never leave anything but empty plates whenever [Name] cooks for me, but they’ve packaged some for you too, Traveler!

Next time we fight at the Golden House, I’ll bring [Name] along too. Do you think you can hold your own against both of us at the same time?

Attached Photograph:

A picture is included with the letter that has Childe and you in it. You two are under the sea, with a Blubberbeast between the two of you. The creature is nudging you while Childe looks on amused. It seems that it’s been begging for some more attention, food, and head pats. Maybe some tummy rubs too. Apparently, you named it Big Cutie, because well… it’s a big cutie! Unfortunately, it seems to have a little bit of a grudge against the Harbinger because he accidentally attacked it.

Attached Items:

[Name]’s Special Macarons [Rainbow Macarons but with a special twist from [Name]. On the top and bottom of the sweet treat are… faces? Very detailed ones too, with colored hair and eyes! Ah, the faces are none other than [Name], Childe, Teucer, and all of his other siblings! Oh, and macarons of Traveler and Paimon were made as well, how kind! Childe says they’re quite delicious, and he is a great cook, so they must be.]

Freshly Caught Fish [Fish caught by Childe. It seems that the two lovers also went fishing after diving a bit, as one knows how much Childe loves to fish. Sadly, your fishing skills still pale in comparison compared to his and you barely caught anything… That’s alright though! No matter how long it takes, he’ll always happily help you hone your skills!]

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[jester089]

Gotta say, massive fan of the work you’ve pumped out, especially for TADC (it came out two weeks or so ago and there’s this much already what?!)

That said, could you write for the gang (separately, I’m sorry l know it’s a lot) who’s s/o resisted abstraction? Like, they were halfway through but turned back through sheer will? *Insert John Wick reference* This has been ping ponging in my head for a while. Thanks for listening! XO

Glitchy pain

I've written for something like this before. And I wasn't sure if you wanted angst or fluff. But since what I wrote before was angst I'm gonna just donna do my ideas on this one. Also to anyone else who feels like requesting don't be afraid to ask for a lot of characters. My max is like 10 and only because Tumblr doesn't like super long posts. I honestly don't think I would have a max if not for that. But really from like 7 pm to 4 am I got a lot of free time and the want to write. So ask to your hearts content. TADC crew x (kind of) abstracted reader

Caine

Caine was floating around when he heard what sounded like a pained and glitchy scream? He quickly floats over to where he heard it from only to find you clutching your head crumpled up into a ball on the floor. He was about to float down and ask you what happened before he noticed the random glitches, black spiky flesh, and randomly colored eye balls all appearing and disappearing in the blink of an eye. So he backed off, a little sad over the fact you were abstracting but life goes on. Until you let out another pained scream, it was almost like the abstraction reacted as the second you screamed it reverted a bit and slowed down. It continues like that for who knows how long. You in a mental and physical battle with abstraction. Caine just staring completely taken back by what he was witnessing. After enough time you vomit a nasty and seemingly living blob of black goo onto the floor and pass out. Caine stares at your motionless body for a few seconds before snapping out of it. He puts the weird goo blob into the cellar and takes you back to your room. He doesn't even know how to react, so he sits there at your bedside waiting for you to wake up. Once you do he is relived to find it's still you, speaking in full sentences and everything. Sure your voice and body have the occasional glitch but overall you're ok. So he leaves you be, mostly. He still needs to study your code for how you did that. But past that and him being a bit more "walking on egg shells" around you, but nothing really changes. And not wanting the others to think your a threat, you and Caine don't tell anyone.

Gangle

Gangle was wandering around looking for you. Her comedy mask broke again and you were the only one who knew how to fix it properly. She could patch it up sure but it never lasted long. Much like Caine she heard you scream out, only difference being she recognized your voice. She quickly changed from casual and aimless stroll to sprint with reason finding you leaned against a wall holding your stomach looking like your about to throw up. She runs up to you and places a hand(?) on each side of your head staring into your eyes. She in a panicked voice asks "Are you ok?! What happened?!" You half shove her away a garbled and messy version of your voice half screaming out that it isn't safe. You quickly regret taking the energy to speak and move as a giant surge of pain jolts up your digital spine forcing you onto your knees. You let out another pained groan/scream as black goo starts oozing out of your mouth. It's only then that Gangle realizes your glitching! She panics and tells you to stay calm while she gets Caine. Gangle sprints off with a mission luckily finding Caine rather quickly. She especially screams at him to help her/follow her. He listens and follows her. When she gets back to where she left you, your passed out. But you aren't glitching anymore. And your not fully abstracted. She carefully walks over to you and sets a gentle hand (ribbon) on your face feeling a whole lot of relief when you half swat at her hand in your sleep. She'll watch you while you sleep making sure you aren't disturbed but when you're awake and she's sure you're ok you are going to be getting a whole lot of cuddles from her. Her comedy mask can wait.

Zooble

Zooble was missing a leg and was hobbling/jumping her way towards your room to ask if you'd seen it. She knocked on your door only to receive no response. She knocks again. Nothing. So she unlocks it with the spare key you gave her. She is stunned by what she sees. Obsessive scribbles covering your walls. Wall paper torn and dirtied. She takes a few cautious steps before finally hearing you say in a horrible sounding voice "P̵̛̣̤̪̑̈́̄͆̚p̴̹͇̆̑̐͠ṕ̷͔̼͙̅̀͐̿͋͜͝P̵̢͚̩̱̮̭̉͜͠l̵͔̟̰̘̼̹̼̯͉͆ḛ̴̣͈̖͛̈́̏̏͌̕͜a̴̢͇̣̮̠͕̮͆̾s̸̡͉̣̺̯͚̾̈́͋̃̑͊͘s̵̼͛̃͛̄̏̊̊͜͠ͅs̷̨̯̬̯͊e̵̢̪̜̗͙̞͈̠͌̔͠s̸̢͔̝̳̞͈̭̲͂͆̇̄͛́́͗ͅͅ ̴̗̻̳̗̜̙̹̘͒̒̑̅̂̎̚͘w̴̰̘͂͊̌̒͘w̸̢̦̑̍̈́͊W̷̨̄̑̌̂̚͝W̵̦̙͇̝̲̪̝̫̜̰̄͑̚w̶̮͐̏̀͊͠h̴̬̤̠̩̰͋͗̾̓̈́̍̅ó̴͍̭͇̯͚̮͔̽̓̔̈́ ̶̥̑͋͒̿̀Ê̶̼͎͇͍̳̯͌͋͐̓̋v̸̢͓̩͗͜͝v̴͇͇̮̻͖̪͕̰̹̫̔̌̎̇̑́ë̷̪̤̫̪͌͂̓̕͘e̵̢̨̱̘̗͙̘̱̱̩̎̾̀v̸͍̄͠ë̶̡̙̠̣̰̠́͜r̸͇̰͖̍͑͌̆̌ ̷̯̼͕͍̭̭̲͙̰̽̈́͝y̷̪͉͓͗̿̀̐̈̃̆õ̷̢̜̮̬͒̈́͒̿̀̽̈́͂̈́ǘ̸̡̟̭̩̠̜̬͙̃ṵ̴̭̮̹̯̺̜̤̈͂̽u̸̬̠͉̺͍̰͉̦͌̋́̃͌̊͘͜ ̵̲͖̩̹̲̊̐͂͝͝a̵̰̩̻̗͕͎̮͈̥̫͂̂̌̆̆̎̑a̴̭͒͐̏̎́́͝à̶̛̘̮͍̟̻͕̰̽̍͛̽̈́̃͛͝r̴͎͚͇̻̞̬͑̂̅̿͋̅̂͊̔ą̴̛̱̱̗̔̈́̈́̔͒̆̌͘͠r̵̺̰̬̹̮̬̘̜̈́̊͗͛̅̌͌͘͜ę̸̛̺̞͚̹̘̱̥̲̒̍̏̔͛̌̚ȇ̴̩.̶̛̖̙̦̝̹̰͔̉͂̆̉̐̾̐͠͝ ̵̘̙͎̼̻̩̬͖͌̉̾̂̄͜J̵͐̏̇̈́̑̃͜͝͝j̶̛̠̬̟̓͗͗͆̆̀̈́̿̂͜j̴̢͍̦͉̯͑̍̓J̷̨̧̢̳̟̠̯͖͖͚̐̈̏̓̈͐̎̐͝j̶̫̞̬͖̯̯̹̺̩͆̾̽́̈́̄ͅJ̵͖̘̫̓u̷̡̧͔̥͇͕͔̞̠̇͛̈́̎͂̌͂͘̕ş̶͕̫̎ṫ̷͈͖̲̩͉͌̅̍̈́́̿ ̷̠͕͕̖̜̻̯̻̖̃̏̀͂͑́l̷̳̣̼̓̈́̊̈́̈̎̀́̋̚͜L̶̡̜̣͔͔̼̠̗̎̇̈́̕Ļ̴̞̟̱̹͓̹̪͖͚̂̐͐̑̂͆̐̓̚͠ḽ̶̢̧̙̺̯͖̰͓͐͗̽̈́̃̔̀̾̕l̴̢̢̳̜̣̦̎́́̔̕̚e̷͔̫͉̘͉̓̓͋͊̀̿̄̕͝ͅã̷̡̢̝̮͔̮̰̱͒͌̈͊̾͂͠ͅͅv̷̗̼͎̠̝̋̓͒͛̂͐͜͜è̶̪̟̲̘̃̓ ̴̺̊̉͑̉̽̅́̕̕m̸̧̦͔̙͍̘̭̲̄͂m̸̧̫͎͌̀̃͜ͅM̴͍͍̫͚̺͚̪̺̿́̒͋̂͐̿͗̚͘m̴̛̘̼͔͑̿̏̅͌̊̾̕e̴̩̟͈̙͑̏͐̆̓͆̏̚͠͝ ̵̳̤͉͉͙̬̥̉̓́̀̓̃̀̌̊͜ͅḁ̶̧̗͈͍͍̉͂̀͆͗̾̆́̚͜͝l̴̜͓͈̄͌̓̈́̉͊͊̍͝a̵̲͒̋̂͐́̊̕̚͝â̶̢͕̫̘̮͈̻͕͙̩͑̂ḹ̵̨̮̓̓̊̍̕̚͝o̵͖͔̥̳̊̐̀͠n̵̺̥̲͔͔̿͋̊ë̶̯̤̻́̌̎̎́̾͋̄̄̋.̵̪̑͆̀̎" (Please whoever you are. Just leave me alone.) She cautiously walks over to your bed and peaks over it. Your laying there curled up into a ball torn and broken items surrounding you. Y-your abstracting?! B-but... Zooble doesn't even really register the fact. She's in shock from seeing you like this. (I mean I would be too) You let out an ear piercing scream and claw at your own face with enough force to tear the skin, if you weren't digital at least. The glitching gets much much worse for a few seconds before just, stopping. No rhyme or reason that she can see. But you can bet your a&$ that after like 5 seconds pass and you stop showing signs of abstraction she's going to huddle near your spitting out so many questions. Mainly ones like "ARE YOU OK!?!" and "Your still with me right?! RIGHT!?!"

Kinger

Kinger would more likely then not be there when your first started glitching. And that might make him officially lose it. Your the second person in this hell (Queener) who he felt close too. And he outlived you too. Still you aren't abstracted yet. Maybe their's still a chance! So he sprints off screaming out for Caine in a voice that is loud enough to make you go deaf if you were too close to him. When he finds Caine. And he will find Caine he grabs him by the shoulders and sprints towards where he last saw you. He basically throws Caine at your glitching form and yells at him to fix you! In that second you stop glitching Caine did nothing and Kinger will basically tackle you. He'll pick you up and hold you over his head like a spear and sprint towards your rooms. Once there he will set up the comfiest coziest pillow fort possible then get you all comfy inside. Once he's sure your at least mostly safe and he's at least mostly calmed down he'll ask you about what happened. (Despite him being pretty crazy I really do feel like out of everyone he would be the best at communication in a friend or relationship. I mean he's that crazy and yet he still has manners and knowledge about a lot. Tbh he might become my fav. Idk it's possible.)

Ragatha

You were helping out Ragatha with a surprise she was making for everyone to lighten their moods when you said that you feel kind of sick so you were going to call it a night. She nods thanks you for the help you gave then gives you a quick peck to the lips as a send off. Not to much to her surprise you choose to lay in her bed instead of yours. Just something you do when you don't wanna be alone. She shrugs it off and keeps working actually quite grateful that you decided to not leave, not fully at least. She keeps working but stops when she hears some very concerning noises coming from your sleeping body. She turns around to see you tossing and turning an abnormal amount in your sleep, as well as making a lot of noises that sound like when someone is choking on their own blood. Concerned she carefully walks over to check on you only to recoil when she notices the glitching. She trips over her own foot and falls over onto her back. She quickly but clumsily gets up and gets back to you. She shakes you a bit trying to wake you up, but you don't only concerning her more. She yells calls out for Pomni who pokes her head through Ragatha's door a second later. Ragatha nearly screams at her to go get Caine. Pomni startled by Ragatha's tone turns heel and runs off to look for Caine while Ragatha stays with you. She keeps whispering things like "You're gonna be ok" and "Pomni's getting Caine just hang in there". Always keeping a hand on you not caring when it starts glitching out too. When Pomni returns with Caine, Ragatha full on yells at him to help you. He looks at you, then back at her, then with a apologetic tone says their isn't anything he can do as abstraction is one of those things he doesn't have control over. Ragatha breaks into tears. So she's gonna lose you, she was even there. BUT SHE CAN'T F@%#&$* HELP?! She holds onto you like you're her last tether to reality. And you seem to get better. Your at the very least don't seem to be in pain anymore! So she squeezes you, really f&$%@#* hard happier then should be possible that your improving.

Jax

Jax found you in his room voice glitching you huddled over in pain. At first he thought it was a revenge prank and acted accordingly. "Haha, very funny Y/N. Now get out of my room I need to do something." That is until you vomited up a ton of pitch black goo. Then he started taking it more seriously. He quickly crouches down and wraps an arm around you to try and provide some support. He freaks out and quickly pulls his arm back when you vomit up more goo and starts visibly glitching. He panics and quickly looks around his room locking onto a like 3 day old unopened water bottle. He opens it and hands it to you as well as a thing to squeeze that half yells to just hang in there he'll be right back. He sprints around not even knowing who to get. He sees Ragatha and half tackles her. He shouts directly into her face that you need help and that you in his room. He tosses her in the direction of his room then continues sprinting around not long after finding Caine. He grabs Caine ignoring his protests and runs back to his room where he fins Ragatha sitting next to his bed you tucked in. Your not vomiting anything and you aren't glitching. You're just shivering. He hears you mumble his name and literally kicks Ragatha and Caine out quickly getting to your side. After he feels he wont get hurt he quickly gets into bed holding you close "If you ever do that again I'm going to take back my vow to not tease you." He falls asleep with his chin resting on your head.

Pomni

At first when you started glitching Pomni didn't really know it was abstraction. She's never seen someone abstract after all, only seeing the finished product. But when you keep getting worse and worse she realizes that something is wrong. So she leaves you with a quick kiss then runs off to the communication thing Caine made after the whole Kaufmo incident. She calls him and when he picks up she screams into the phone that your glitching out. When Caine appears next to her she runs back over to where you are not even checking if Caine is following. When she gets back to you, you're still in really bad shape. She turns back to Caine and yells at him to help you. When he tells her that he can't she starts hyperventilating, then she sees him pick you up and the cellar hole open?! OH F&#$ NO! She basically punches Caine then clings to you protectively, ready to throw hands with Caine if she has to. Caine tries and pull her off when she starts glitching but she has the grip of a professional rock climber. So Caine has to keep curing her glitches at they appear. Cause in his mind your beyond help but she isn't. Then you start to improve. No more coughing and the glitching has slowed down! Pomni glares at Caine then turns back to you with a scared and tired smile on her face. Once your ok enough to talk you are going to get an earful. WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL HER YOU WERE FEELING BAG ENOUGH TO ABSTRACT?!?!?! (Sorry this was so long. I got a little carried away. And surprisingly I'm pretty proud of this one. I hope you enjoyed it!)

xoxo, Jester

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #caine x reader #gangle x reader #zooble x reader #kinger x reader #ragatha x reader #jax x reader #pomni x reader #noob author #not beta'd

[enigma2meagain]

🚨🚨 URGENT! Congress trying to pass anti-LGBT bill under the guise of “child safety”!

UPDATE 09/05/2023:

Well well well, if it isn’t the consequences of her bigotry

So Marsha Blackburn, in her infinite wisdom, decided to admit in an interview with the bigoted Family Policy Alliance that the Kids Online Safety Act is a GIANT anti-transgender bill (or at the least, it’s so poorly written that it makes targeting transgender people easier). Naturally, after this blunder, she and Blumenthal are trying to do damage control. But WE have the videos, and people’s responses to this open confession in the links below:

Alejandro Caraballo’s Tweet with the Video.

Erin Reed’s followup article

Attempts at damage control commented on by Ari Drennen

PinkNews’ article about it.

Beacon Broadside Article

Mashable Article

So with all that in mind, please make way to the Bad Internet Bills website to tell your Senators that you STRONGLY advise them to drop their support/refuse to support this awful bill in light of this, or that their re-election chances will drop considerably.

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UPDATE 02/14/2023: Richard Blumenthal is a lying snake who’s trying to get both KOSA and EARN IT Act back into law.

He persistently continues to ignore all of the backlash against these bills, the criticisms and highlighting the serious flaws of the bill by numerous human rights and LGBTQ organizations, and it’s telling that there seems to be no one who opposed the bill at the hearings today.

Fortunately, there are those are speaking up against it, such as Evan Greer from Fight For The Future.

Keep your eyes and ears open. We will be hearing more about these bills as time goes on.

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UPDATE 01/30/2023: Well, Chuck Schumer has chosen to backstab human rights and pro- LGBTQ communities, as well as the internet by trying to fast-track KOSA. The time table is as follows:

REINTRODUCTION OF THE BILL IN FEBRUARY

HOLDING MARKUPS IN MARCH

And holding a floor vote in JUNE

https://twitter.com/evan_greer/status/1620088145554579456

KEEP IN MIND, this was the man who blocked legitimately good anti-Big Tech bills like AICOA on the pretense they would be “too much”, but was perfectly fine with the travesty of KOSA.

This man is in Big Tech’s pockets, because only they can afford to pay the fines that such a restrictive pro-censorship bill would enforce. The only people this bill helps are the exact people it claims to stop, while LGBTQ people have to pay the price for the greed of the corrupt congressmen and women.

All of the relevant links are still below, but I will be updated this as we go.

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UPDATE 01/17/2023: Nothing has happened yet, but there have been rumblings of our “favorite” Senator Blumenthal talking about trying to push KOSA in again. I’ll mostly be keeping an eye on things for now, and you guys should too on Twitter, Facebook, and other social media and news outlets.

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UPDATE 12/20/2022: KOSA BILL HAS NOT BEEN INCLUDED IN THE FINAL OMNIBUS BILL! WE DID IT!

https://twitter.com/evan_greer/status/1605261800479547392

That being said, this is very much a reprieve, since Blumenthal and Blackburn, and their cohorts have made it clear they intend to get this bill back into Congress next year. But WE DID IT. We managed to get this bill stopped from being added in the omnibus bill.

I want to thank all of you who helped to reblog this post, signed the various petitions and the open letter, and especially if you went and called your Senators. Without your effort, this might have turned out VERY differently!

Thank you all, and I hope the rest of this year is a pleasant one!

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So, this is a particularly long post, but it’s an absolutely IMPORTANT ONE. PLEASE REBLOG! LIKING IS USELESS!

UPDATE 12/14/2022: Two weeks ago, 90+ human rights, LGBT, and tech orgs signed onto an open letter telling Senators NOT to pass this bill. in response, over 230 orgs led by the American Psychological Association signed a letter urging senators to push this bill forward.

An updated version of the bill has been pushed forward by Senators Blumenthal and Blackburn, who claim to have changed the bill in response to feedback, but insight by the likes of Evan Greer and Ari Cohn have made it clear that the changes are superficial at best, and arguably fail to properly address the problems of the original bill.

https://twitter.com/evan_greer/status/1603139423071309825

We got blindsided by this, and we REALLY need your help!

Further explanation HERE: https://www.tumblr.com/fullhalalalchemist/703545300138262528/urgent

POST ON SOCIAL MEDIA like Twitter, Facebook, Reddit, etc. about your opposition to this! The more voices speaking out the better, and we can’t do this alone!

The Hashtags are:

#KOSA

 #STOPKOSA

 #KidsOnlineSafetyAct

“Kids Online Safety Act” (no hashtag and quotes, just the regular words)

And PLEASE call your Senators at (202-224-3121).

ESPECIALLY CALL THESE THREE, SINCE THEY ARE THE MAJOR PEOPLE WHO COULD END UP PUTTING THE BILL INTO THE OMNIBUS/MUST PASS SPENDING BILL:

Maria Cantwell [phone]

Chuck Schumer [phone]

Nancy Pelosi [phone]

LINKTREE WITH ALL INFO HERE: https://linktr.ee/stopkosa

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ORIGINAL POST:

In a particularly scummy move, the Kids Online Safety Act is going to be put into the must pass end of year spending bill: www.axios.com/…

The two laws best positioned to get rolled into big year-end legislative packages, according to advocates and lawmakers, are:

The Kids Online Safety Act (KOSA), which would require platforms to guard kids from harmful content using new features and safeguards and to make privacy settings "on" by default for children. The law also mandates privacy audits and  more transparency about privacy policies.

At first glance, the bill doesn’t sound bad, since it’s about helping “protect children” online. But like every “protect the children” type law, this would censor the internet of anything “harmful” to children aka any LGBT, NSFW, or whatever the Right doesn’t like, force everyone to upload their govt ID’s to even access anything online, and surveil everyone else. Gutting everyone’s privacy in an era where we see massive state violence and encroaching fascism globally. This is not only pushed by the same people (Senator Richard Blumenthal and Marsha Blackburn) who created the awful EARN IT Act, but also has many of the same flaws, such as pro-censorship, anti LGBT resources and content, and pro-mass surveillance.

But the biggest problem, as Mike Stabile has pointed out, is HOW the mechanism to which this works: The State Attorney General.

This addition would allow states like Texas and Florida to sue companies for having LGBTQ+ content, along with sex education resources, incentivizing these platforms to ban that content. To be more specific, the bill allows the state attorney general to sue if they believe that platforms do not protect minors from a list of harms that includes politicized terms like "grooming" which, as we've seen can include any sort of LGBTQ information, entertainment or literature.

RuPaul on TikTok?

A clip on transgender youth on Facebook?

A gay character in a Disney movie?

Suicide hotlines for gay youth?

Cue a suit from Texas or Florida targeting the entire web.

And the problem is that given the current political climate and the cruel behavior of a number of GOP aligned political groups in positions of power, this only ends up making things RIPE for abuse and mass censorship (since companies will probably end up choosing to acquiesce to their demands rather than risk being subject to liability) not to mention the damage this would cause to children who might need resources regarding LGBT or sex education.

Furthermore, the definition of “sexually exploitative material”, “grooming”, and “child porn” has been used in the past year to target transgender people, drag queens, and the wider LGBTQ+ community by likening their very existence as sexually violent. Yet another way this bill’s language will be used to target a community that is already facing violence. Every night, Fox News blasts a story on “sexualization of children '' to fear-monger around the LGBT community. One needs to not look any further than the right-wing ecosystem to see how KOSA would easily be weaponized.

This article by Mike Masnick on Techdirt also goes further into KOSA and its adjacent bills.

To make matters even worse, on top of the usual suspects of NCOSE ( They used to be called Morality in Media, and are a far right group disguised as an anti sex trafficking org infamous for being religious assholes who HATE anything to do with sex or LGBT) supporting this travesty of a bill, it’s been revealed that the Senate leader is claiming there’s no opposition.

This is literally giving the fascists a dangerous tool to abuse, all for the sake of political brownie points against ‘Big Tech’. A tool that far right groups like the Heritage Foundation have OPENLY stated will abuse to silence LGBTQ+ or sex-ed content for youth everywhere if it passes.

The ONLY way this works is by making sure who is and isn’t a minor is to have some form of age-verification scheme. And the only way to do that is through a third party like ID.me which has recently come under scrutiny for, you guessed it, data leaks. So everyone who accesses anything online will be forced to upload their govt IDs. How is this protecting anyone’s privacy?

With all that said, what can we do?

Well, the same thing we did for the EARN IT Act; we make a LOT of noise, and get the word out.

If you have read all of the above and want to fight this, sign this open letter against KOSA.

And PLEASE call your Senators at (202-224-3121).

ESPECIALLY CALL THESE THREE, SINCE THEY ARE THE MAJOR PEOPLE WHO COULD END UP PUTTING THE BILL INTO THE }OMNIBUS:

Maria Cantwell [phone]

Chuck Schumer [phone]

Nancy Pelosi [phone]

There is a call script with phone numbers here.

Fax them, email them. Tell them they MUST oppose this bill. CONTACT any major human rights, LGBT, and cybersecurity related organizations aligned and let them know about this bill, and the harm it can cause to LGBT rights and children! If you need more information on KOSA, we have a LINKTREE HERE.

EMPHASIZE THE HARM TO CHILDREN WHEN YOU CONTACT PEOPLE, SINCE THEY’RE TRYING TO CLAIM THAT THIS WILL HELP PROTECT CHILDREN’S PRIVACY, WHEN IT DOES THE EXACT OPPOSITE.

There’s also a Petition by the Electronic Frontier Foundation  and from Fight For the Future.

#kosa #STOPKOSA #Stop Kids Online Safety Act #earnitact2.0 #lgbt #lgbtq #LGBT Rights #earnitact #lgbtq rights #Fuck you blumenthal #FUCK BLUMENTHAL #fuck blackburn

[majornaxxx]

Avatar boys watching you Sunbathe ☀️🌊🔞

ღ Jake, Neteyam and Lo'ak x Metkayina Reader, Aonung x Omaticaya Sully reader. (READER IS ONLY A SULLY IN AONUNGS PART)

ღ Warnings: NSFW MINORS DNI🔞🔞, boys peeping without reader knowing, perverted little fucks, VERY naked reader

ღ A/n I haven't written in ages, and I'm so nervous to even post this 😭 I have plans for the account and I hope you enjoy! Writing pointers are appreciated! I got a bit lazy-

ღ Tewng- Loincloth

ღ Uturu- sanctuary

ღ Marui- Metkayina living spaces

Jake Sully

Jake didn't mean to peep. He only meant to go on a walk, clearing his thoughts after the long aggravating day he had endured. A failed hunt had left him tired and sore with nothing to show for it. Ronal patched his cuts and wounds, and after thanking her he snuck away from his duties, just for a bit.

Jake groaned, smoothing his hair back as he lamented over the day. He was annoyed. A breaking branch stopped him in his tracks, ears flicking against his head. Nobody was really supposed to be out here right now.. and it was far enough away from the village. He dropped down and began to look for the source of the noise, hearing yet another and peeking his head into a clearing.

Instead of finding anything threatening, he found you. His eyes widened and his mouth fell open slightly. You, looking so pretty perched up on a cluster of rocks, head thrown back, clothing beside you. Your tail swayed slightly as the sun warmed you up, a smile on your face. Jake was taken aback, expecting anything but this.

He was especially taken aback by the way his cock throbbed at the sight of you. Pretty and strong thighs on full display, the absence of your tewng making his mouth water. Your pretty tits were on full display without your annoying (but beautiful) necklaces to cover them up , and it took everything in him not to let his mouth water.

He willed himself to stay calm as to remain undetected. You suddenly shifted, turning around and laying on your stomach, your ass directly towards him. Jake could almost imagine grabbing those thighs and running his tongue up your pussy. He bet that was pretty too.

"Fuck.. He sighed as he undid his own tewng, his length slapping against his stomach embarrassingly loudly. He hissed, looking up at you to see if you noticed. You hadn't, being so lost in your relaxation. Breathing a sigh of relief, he looked down at his aching cock and wrapped a hand around it. He needed a release after the day he had.

Neteyam

Neteyam called your name as he walked the far parts of the beach, a harpoon slung over his shoulder with leather straps. You hadn't shown up for your shared hunting lesson today and he thought he'd go looking at where you liked to be alone. Out on the beach as a no go, as he didn't see you, so he began to look around in confusion. Where the hell could you be? The harpoon hit the sand with a clunk as he dropped it in defeat. No hunting lesson today.

He picked a couple shells out of the sand and rinsed them in the water, trying to occupy his time before he had to head back and find something to do. What a shame, Neteyam was looking forward to the lesson. Just as the boy turned to head back he caught the sound of humming. The sound was quiet and sweet, and it was coming from behind a giant rock.

Setting the harpoon back down, he began to creep towards the rock, climbing atop it and peeking over. The sight shocked him and he gasped, quickly covering his mouth and ducking down. After a moment, peeking once again. There you were, his hunting teacher, about ten feet away.

Top laying on the sand already, you were busy untying your tewng so you could lay down, eyes half lidded as you hummed the tune that had brought him over in the first place. His eyes widened as he watched you turn, the last of your layers dropping and your ass entirely exposed to him. "Eywa, save me.." He choked, his tail swaying behind him and his own tewng becoming suddenly too tight.

You were beautiful.. Your whole body exposed in the sun and glistening from the water you must have been in recently. His breath was caught in his throat, eyes wide, snagging his bottom lip in his teeth gently. He shouldn't be seeing this.. face burning red, he began to back up and flushed harder at the sight of how obvious his boner was. No way could he look you in the eye now, not after this.

But he couldn't help but peek again.

Lo'ak

Lo'ak couldn't find you anywhere. Asking Neteyam or Kiri got him nowhere, and Tuk wasn't any help either. As he hurried around across the sand he held a basket of fruit under his arms. They were your favorite, and he'd gone out of his way to pick a few.

Your Marui was empty, you weren't in the village seemingly at all. The boys ears pricked with a sudden sense of nervousness. Were you alright? Where had you gone? Then he suddenly remembered one place you went to feed the animals. A secluded place that not many Na'vi went due to the amount of rocks.

Lo'ak made his way over, setting the basket down nearby and peeking over the rocks and leaves that blocked his view. He called your name out quietly. No response. He crept in farther, stepping carefully as to not step on any sharp rocks.

Then he saw you. Standing on top of a large smooth rock, you were dropping your Tewng next to you on the ground. Your plush tits were on full display as you stood in the sun, smiling and turning to grab something. He gasped as you bent over, your pussy in full view for a millisecond.

He ducked out of view, panting, eyes wide. He was hard, painfully hard. He didn't know if he should bring you your fruit or just, leave. He slowly peeked out again, watching you sit down and begin to warm up in the sun.

He didn't have to leave.. But oh, this was wrong. You were his best friend, he shouldn't do this. Yet, all the same, he slipped his hand into his clothing and began to palm his cock, your name slipping from his lips in a quiet whimper.

Aonung

Aonung knew something was extremely wrong with him.

He walked down the beaches, his tail swishing behind him as he scowled, obviously in deep thought. He wanted his mind on something else, anything else. The thoughts he was having consumed his everyday and he hated it.

Ever since the Sully's had come to their village everything had been messed up. He had to teach their demon children, let them live among them. All of them gravely pissed him off.

Especially you.

He couldn't get you off his mind. Ever since you came seeking uturu you plagued every waking thought of his. He thought of you when he ate, when he hunted, when he swam, right before he slept. Even now, you were all he could think about. He huffed and kicked at the sand, becoming startled at the figure he spotted in the distance.

His eyes widened when he realized who it was. It was you. The very person who had been running his brain for the past weeks. There you were, basking in the sun. Naked. Completely bare with the light shining on your skin. He ducked into a spot where he wouldn't be seen and, oh, Eywa.

Your body was completely on display for him to see. His tail swished in excitement as he eyes at your long torso, plush breasts, long beautiful legs. Your thighs..

He spotted your clothing beside you. With a start he realized your tewng was gone too. The very thought made him realize how stiff his cock had gotten. He bit his lip, groaning in embarrassment as the thoughts grew overwhelming in his head. Aonung watched as you shifted, turning over so he got a view of your ass and by Eywa he wished he could see even more of you.

His hand grazed the top of his hard on before he pulled his hand back. He couldn't.. he shouldn't. Especially not to a sully. But he wasn't thinking with his head, and instead took his cock in his hands and began to slowly stroke it, a groan leaving his throat. He could deal with his feelings of shame later.

#fanfic #avatar #avatar the way of water #jake sully #neteyam #loak sully #avatar x reader #smut #avatar smut #aonung

[dreamofbetterthings]

No Regrets Noah Sebastian x Reader

Prompt: "The problem is, if I kissed you, I don't think I'd be able to stop."

VIP: Noah Sebastian

Band: Ban Omens

Summary: There's no such thing as a "calm" Halloween night, especially when hidden feelings are involved.

Warnings: It's gonna be a little spicy, but not full-on smut. Still, this is 18+ due to descriptive language and some curse words scattered about, so minors, please DNI. 

A/N

Hello everybody! I'm sorry that I dropped off the face of the Earth. I have an abundance of things going on in my personal life and I am trying my hardest to get through it all. I know in the last post I said chapter 3 of It's Been A Long, Long Time was coming soon. That wasn't a lie. It is still in the process of being edited. I'm working on a new uploading schedule for you guys, and a page redesign as well so if everything pans out the way I'm hoping, it will be put into effect starting next week. In the meantime, I have a couple of stories I'm planning on getting out before Chapter 3 gets released. This turned out a lot longer than I thought it was going to be, but I had an idea and ran with it. I've never written for Bad Omens before, so let me know what you think. Enjoy!

This is a fictional story about real-life people. Nothing that is mentioned in the story below represents who said individuals are, or how they act in real life.

Halloween night was always your favorite time to be around certain people, specifically the friends you called Motionless in White and Bad Omens. There was always something up their sleeve to turn the normal night into one that you weren't sure you wanted to remember in the morning. Luckily, tonight was the annual hangout at Chris' house this year, and you couldn't be more excited. Every year you all would get together at someone's house and pass out candy to the kids, then watch a couple of movies after the last stragglers came through. After that, came your favorite part of the night, Hide and Seek. It might seem childish, but watching a bunch of tipsy/drunk people try to stay quiet in a hiding spot was always hilarious.

 You were making another batch of popcorn when Chris walked into the kitchen. "Hey, we just put on The Lost Boys, just thought I'd let you know." You smile. "I'm not surprised. That's almost everybody's favorite." He laughs and grabs another bowl from the cabinet. "I know, that's why we put it on first, so nobody can complain about it later." The timer on the microwave went off signaling that the popcorn was finished, and you carefully took the bag out. You gave Chris the cooling-down bag and picked back up the one you set on the counter before he walked in. After emptying them and grabbing extra napkins, Chris brought the popcorn out to your friends who were talking through muffled and hushed whispers. Before you walked back into the room, he pulled you back for a second to whisper something in your ear. "I pulled the seeker for tonight. Unfortunately, it wasn't you. Maybe next year." You pout and then smile "Fuck, I'm never going to get picked." He laughs as you glanced around at everybody scattered in the room. 

Ryan sat with Justin on the loveseat. Folio was a drama queen and insisted he get his own seat. Nicholas, Vinny, and a few other of your friends, Florence, Nicole, Victoria, and Robert who were invited sat around the coffee table on the floor. Ricky, Jolly, and Noah were on the couch. Then, you and Chris got the two giant bean bags in the corner. The lights were changed to red and the TV just started the opening credits to The Lost Boys. You and Chris give the popcorn to Ricky and Nicholas respectively, everybody else having their own mostly full bowls, and grab your drinks before plopping back down on the bean bags. Folio rubs his hands together and smiles. "Now that our final two goofballs are here, who's ready to watch one of the best horror movies ever made?" Everybody gives some form of yes or a holler, and he immediately turns the volume up. As the movie plays, there is a small conversation here and there, and occasionally someone has to get up for a new drink, but you are relaxed and having fun. 

At about the halfway point of the movie, Noah gets up to get another drink from the fridge. On his way back, Jolly scares him, causing his wine to spill all over the floor and your sweatpants. "Jesus man!" The movie is paused and everyone's attention is on you guys. Jolly laughs and puts his hands up in defense. "Sorry dude, I had to scare you at least once today." He turns to look at you. "Didn't mean to ruin your sweatpants though, my bad." You wave him off. "It's no big deal, these were old anyway. You guys can keep the movie playing. I'm just gonna change into different pants real quick." You take a sip of your drink and get up from your spot to go upstairs. 

After finding your weekend bag, you huff as the extra sweatpants are nowhere to be found. Instead, you pull out a pair of spandex volleyball shorts and go to the bathroom. Noah hears the sink running upstairs as he's cleaning up the accidental mess he made by your spot. He throws the paper towels away and before he gets to the stairs, Chris quietly asks "You good?" He nods, telling the other singer he's going to make sure you're okay, and heads to your bathroom. He knocks a few times and after a couple of seconds, the sink cuts off and you open the door. You were expecting one of your girlfriends to be standing there, but instead, it's Noah. "I just wanted to make sure you were alright. I'm sorry about spilling on your sweats. I hope I didn't ruin them." Holding up the pants, you show him where the stain had previously been. "If these sweats can make it through one of your tours, they can certainly handle a little bit of wine. I just didn't want them to stain, since you drink the darker stuff." He chuckles and follows you back into the bedroom. 

You grab your shorts and get ready to put them on, but Noah points to your leg. "I didn't know you had a thigh tattoo." You glance at it and glance at him confused. "Really? I got it a while ago. I could've sworn I showed you when I got it done. Then again, I'm always in longer shorts, so it's not exactly easy to see." Setting them down, you turn to the side and pull part of your underwear band up, showing the last covered part of the tattoo. Looking up at Noah, you can see he's staring, but there's something else behind his eyes. Just not sure what it is though. You don't flinch when he reaches his hand out, but your skin gets goosebumps as his fingers ever so lightly trace over the ink on your leg. Everybody that came over tonight had seen each other in their undergarments or even completely nude before, whether by accident or on purpose. Hell, you've walked in on him changing plenty of times. 

So why did the room suddenly feel hot? 

It could be that you've had a crush on the man since you were kids. There wasn't anything not to like. His personality just made you want to be around him all the time. He's sweet and kind, and has a terrible sense of humor that only you two get. You could go on and on. He was just an all-around amazing person. You were so caught up in your thoughts, that you missed the hand that was snapping in front of your face. "Hello? Are you there?" Coming back to reality, you saw Noah looking down at you with curiosity. You quickly apologized and asked him to repeat what he said. "I said it looks amazing on you. The placement is perfect and it works great with the curves of your leg." You thank him and can't help but notice just how close he's standing to you. There's a tense silence for a couple of moments, and neither of you moves from your spot. You glanced at his eyes, then his lips, but immediately looked away. 

It felt like you were a school girl again, talking to the guy you've had a crush on for ages. You heard him mumble a "Fuck it" before he leaned in and pressed his lips against yours. They were soft and tasted like wine, courtesy of the drink that led you here in the first place. You felt his hand move to rest against your cheek. His lips were gentle, almost as if he was savoring the moment, afraid it would never happen again. When the two of you finally pulled away for air, your eyes remained closed for a moment, before slowly opening them and meeting Noah's. The two of you looked at each other in pure awe before you let out a small "Woah" He laughed, and you looked down, feeling your cheeks become hot.

The thought of you being so flustered made him blush too. How was it possible for someone to be this cute? Your heart was pounding out of your chest, and you almost couldn't comprehend what just happened. "You know, for someone that always complained he was a terrible kisser, that was uh, really impressive." He could feel you now completely relaxed against him and he laughed a little, slightly embarrassed. "I'd say that I've had practice, but you already know my teddy bear in fifth grade doesn't count." The two of you laugh. Remembering his hand resting on your cheek, you look away and take a small step back. "I think we should get back to the movie. It's gotta be almost over by now, and I don't want them to yell at us for taking too long." He let out an uncomfortable laugh and muttered a "Yeah." 

You never noticed but Noah frowned slightly when you pulled away from him. He felt so comfortable being that close to you. As you turned to the door he realized something. He really liked you and didn't want this to be just a one-time thing, especially if it was going to make things weird between you afterward. He picks himself out of his thoughts just as you open the door. He walks across the room, taking your hand and silently closing the door. Standing there surprised, you ask him, "Are you okay?" It was now or never he told himself. "I'm sorry, I just..." He takes a breath before continuing. "I really want to kiss you again." You stand there just as surprised but decide to see just how far this could possibly go. "What's the problem then?" He lets go of your hand and brings his own up to hold your face. Pressing his forehead against yours, he whispers. 

"The problem is, if I kissed you, I don't think I'd be able to stop." 

He obviously likes you, right? But this is your best friend. You've known each other for years. If he did like you this much, he would've told you by now, right? You two have been affectionate towards each other before, but there's a line neither of you dared to cross. If you crossed it now, you would rather do it with no regrets. It was better than wondering what could have been. "What if I don't want you to stop?" Noah tilts your head so you're looking him in the eyes. 

"Then I won't." 

He pushes his lips against you again, this time with newfound hunger. His hands fall and grab at your waist while yours go around his neck. Your feet follow his backward and you hit the edge of the bed. He pulls you down to sit on his lap, completely forgetting your lack of pants while he pushes himself further back on the bed. His tongue runs across your bottom lip and you open your mouth allowing him in. Your hands gently tug at the now-cut-short hair on the back of his neck and he grabs at your hip hard enough to leave bruises before pulling you even closer to him. Shifting your weight a little, your lower half sits directly on his hardening cock and he groans into your mouth. He pulls his lips away only for them to move down your neck. You tug at his hair a little harder and he sucks at the tender skin that connects your neck and shoulder. A moan leaves your lips and you mindlessly grind down against him. There was nothing that could prepare you for how right this felt. Like you were seeing a whole different side of him, hidden from the outside world, and for your eyes only.

Noah moved to whisper in your ear. "Quiet baby, wouldn't want everybody to hear us, hmm?" You shake your head no, but it doesn't matter as he kisses you again. "Hey, are you guys-OH MY GOD!" The bedroom door opens to see a shocked Chris looking at the two of you. Noah pulls away from your mouth, and the two of you look like deer in headlights. "I'm going to go... quickly." Chris walks away, before coming back and closing the door. You and Noah make eye contact for a split second, before the two of you look away, slightly embarrassed that you were caught. "Maybe we should go back before someone comes in again." He clears his throat and nods. "Yeah, that's a good idea." Carefully getting off of him, you stand up and let him off the bed. You both straighten out your respective clothes, and you finally put on those shorts. 

"Are you alright?" He nods and you get ready to walk toward the door. Noah runs his fingers through his hair. "Um, Before we go, I just wanted to ask...You don't regret any of what just happened, right?" You immediately shake your head no, slightly frowning. Maybe this was all a big mistake. "Not at all. Why? Do you?" He smiles and also shakes his head no before taking your hand in his. "Nope. No regrets." A smile replaces the frown on your face. You ask "Are you ready for them to never let us live this down?" He laughs and glances at the door. "That doesn't sound like such a bad thing to me." Giving him a nod, he opens the door and the two of you walk back into the living room where the rest of your friend group is talking amongst themselves. When they hear you guys walk in, it gets silent. Noah lets go of your hand so you can sit down first, and then goes to his spot on the couch. 

Nobody said anything for the first couple of moments before Chris broke the silence. "You guys fucked in my spare bedroom..." Instantly you and Noah sat up and shook your heads. Your voice and his overlapped and both of you tried to tell your friends that technically nothing happened. Once the two of you were finished explaining, the room was silent for another couple of moments before anyone spoke. The silence was starting to make you uncomfortable, but before you could say or do anything, Ryan threw his hands up and yelled. "Fucking finally!" This breaks the tension in the room and everybody starts laughing and giving you and Noah happy looks. You even saw a couple of people passing money around. Those fuckers bet on you and Noah getting together. When the commotion has died down, another movie has started, and everybody turns their attention to the TV. As you focus your attention on the screen, your phone buzzes, and you pick it up. 

Noah

"I was thinking later we could finish what we started in the spare bedroom?"

You smile at your phone and quickly respond before setting it down.

"Well, we're still playing Hide and Seek after the movie. I'm once again not the seeker, lol. If it happens to be you, don't go easy on me. Depending on how the rest of the night plays out, you might get your wish ;)"

Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Noah readjust himself in his seat. He sends back a text almost instantly, and goosebumps litter your skin again as you read his last text.

Noah

"Oh, I won't. I like the hunt."

Nope, no regrets.

#noah sebastian #noah sebastian x reader #bad omens #bad omens band #jolly karlsson #nicholas ruffilo #nick folio #bad omens x reader

[moonlightpetalz6]

Kinktober Day 6 (Electrostimulation)

Character: Sekido x Reader

Reader: Fem reader!

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, Smut, unprotected sex, degradation, Pet names, rough sex, harsh language, blood

Electrostimulation: The sexual practice involving the application of electrical stimulation to the nerves of the body, with particular emphasis on the genitals, using a power source for purposes of sexual stimulation.

Wc: 3,608

A/n: I feel like I might have written Sekido a bit ooc but that's okay! I hope you all enjoy this as I plan on making 2 more posts tonight for days 7&8. I tried my best to get all the warnings written down! I apologize if I missed any!

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"Soooo? Ya gonna tell him or not, Y/n?!" Karaku laughed while rocking back and forth next to you as the two of you stayed guard outside the hideout. Your eye twitched in annoyance as you shot the demon a dark glare, causing the sly grin on his face to grow as he licked his lips. "Ya know I could always help fill out this secret pleasure of yours~" He teased, leaning closer to your form. "You do that and Sekido will torture you for days." You warned, your arms crossed as you sat on the porch. The demon of pleasure just laughs, plopping down next to you with amusement as he rests his chin in his palm. "It's pretty convenient that your lover has the ability to produce lightning whenever he wants with that staff of his~" You growl as you roughly hit Karaku in the gut causing him to whine but laugh as he falls backward.

"It's not funny Karaku! Ever since that day, we haven't been able to look each other in the eye!" You yelled, a giant huff leaving your chest. About two weeks ago, you all had been assigned a mission to take care of some demon slayers, which wasn't hard as you all destroyed them within minutes. No, the problem happened when your boyfriend Sekido forgot that you were right in the way of his attack, causing you to get electrocuted along with the humans surrounding you. When Sekido noticed, he ran towards you, scolding you for being so careless, and of course, he was concerned that he had hurt you. However, he would never say that to your face. So, imagine his surprise when he saw you on your knees, body twitching as you looked up at the sky with glossy eyes, a deep red dusting your cheeks as drool slipped from your mouth. Since then, neither of you has talked or made eye contact with each other. You were so embarrassed that you decided to sleep in Aizetsu's room.

Your cheeks burn red at the memory, tears pricking the corner of your eyes from embarrassment as Karaku continues to laugh at you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder to tug you closer to him. "Hey! Hey! It's okay, Y/n no need to become so shy~" He teased, poking your cheek while you whined and covered your face with your hands. "What is going on out here?" A gruff and angry voice called from behind the two of you, causing both of your bodies to freeze. Slowly, the two of you looked back to see your boyfriend Sekido standing just inches behind you, his face one of pure anger as he grits his teeth, jaw clenching as his eyes glared daggers at his fellow clone's arm that had been wrapped around you for way too long. Karaku, getting the message, quickly removes his arm from your shoulders, putting his hands up in self-defense as he tries to excuse his actions.

"Easy Sekido! I was just trying to comfort Y/n is all!" The demon cries innocently, not wanting to deal with Sekido's wrath. Your boyfriend doesn't seem to like his clone's answer as his staff starts sparking, his jaw tightening even more as a vein starts to pop from the side of his neck. You panic, not wanting Karaku to suffer for trying to help you through your embarrassing predicament. "W-wait Sekido!" You cry, reaching a hand out towards the demon whose rage-filled eyes quickly lock with yours, causing you to stiffen. Having not seen him for two weeks, you glance away nervously. "H-He had no bad intentions, honest! It's my fault…" You whispered the last part, a bit defeated as your shoulder slumped, an action that did not go unnoticed by piercing red eyes. Sekido was silent for a moment before growling as he went and grabbed your wrist, catching you by surprise as he roughly lifted you from the porch, dragging you inside the hideout.

"S-Sekido?!" You tried to call, but he ignored you, the grip on his staff tightening as he made his way to the room you both shared or at least were supposed to share, considering you haven't come to bed for two weeks now, and it only fueled the demon's anger. Once he reached the room, you watched as he kicked the door open, practically breaking it as he brought you inside, tossing you onto the bed before slamming the door shut behind him. You quickly sat up as you carefully massaged your wrist while looking at him with a pout. "That really hurt, you know!" You whined, listening as his response was just an annoyed tongue-click. "How much longer?" He seethed, his eyes locked on your smaller form, the intensity causing you to shiver as you stared down at the blanket, still refusing to meet his eyes. "What do you mean?" You question trying to play innocent. This backfires as Sekido angrily slams his staff to the ground, causing waves of electricity to run through the floor.

"Don't play dumb with me dammit! You haven't come to bed in two weeks and I catch you allowing that filth to touch what belongs to me?!" He yelled, the atmosphere becoming too thick for you to breathe as you brought a hand up to your chest, heart going wild. "I-I just thought it was for the best! I mean since…the incident…” You trailed off, growing flustered once again. Sekido went silent for a minute, causing you to get curious as you slowly lifted your head. To your surprise, your boyfriend was right in front of you, his body looming over your own menacingly, an angry expression still on his face as he went and gripped your chin, making sure you couldn't avoid his gaze anymore. "Look at me dammit." He growled, red eyes locking with your e/c orbs. You felt your body shiver, having not looked into those angry eyes that always seemed to make your legs weak. Sekido didn't say anything as he slowly dragged his thumb along your bottom lip, repeating the action a few times as his eyes trailed all over your body as if trying to find any signs of injury or markings.

"Sekido I-!" Your words stop as you feel a sudden shock coming from your thighs, causing you to flinch away, failing due to your boyfriend's grasp. Sekido watches as your cheeks become flushed, more veins appearing on his temples and neck as he keeps his staff hovering above your skin, tiny sparks coming from it. "Did you truly feel good from my attack, Y/n?" He questions the image of your aroused face flashing through his mind as he bites his lip, a bit of blood leaking from having pierced the tender flesh with his sharp teeth. You look away, not answering his question, causing his rage to rise as he presses the staff to your thighs again, holding it there longer. Your body jolts as you cover your mouth, thighs shaking from the pleasurable feeling as you press your legs together. "Answer me." He demands, not finding your shyness amusing as he liked when you immediately told him the truth.

"Y-Yes!" You cried between breaths as you tried to push him away from you. "So instead of coming to me the one who shares a bed with you, the one who treats you well, the one who has caused you to scream so many times in this bed. You go to that annoying perverted piece of trash who gets to see that expression only I am allowed to see." You can tell that he was pissed as he went and released your face taking a few steps back from the bed. "Not to mention you've been sharing a room with that whiny brat." He added with detest, his mind running with all sorts of ways to punish his clones along with his lover. You, the only one who can handle his burst of rage, the one who gave her all to him. Sekido grits his teeth, fists clenching tighter as his nails start to dig into his palms, causing blood to drip onto the floor. The smell instantly gets your attention as you go to touch him. "Don't." He warns, causing you to flinch.

"Strip right now." He demands dark eyes, looking down at you. You shiver hesitating for a second but do as told not wanting him to get angry at you more than he already was. Sekido says nothing as he watches you slowly expose yourself to him, your flushed skin causing a tingle in his body as he watches your breasts bounce from being freed of their confinements. The shy expression on your face causes the tent forming in his robes to twitch as a low growl forms in his throat. "Did you show either of them your body like this? Karaku would have loved seeing your filthy body exposed to him." He speaks, watching as you discard the last piece of clothing you wore, arms coming up to shyly cover your chest and pussy, having not shown yourself to the demon in weeks. "I-I didn't show them anything!" You defend. Sekido hums as he goes and points the staff at your chest. "Move your arm. Stop acting like you're such an innocent girl. I know the truth." He barks, not liking how coy you were with him after seeing your naked body multiple times now. He found himself desiring the sight and touch of it more and more. You were just too intoxicating for him, and it angered the demon.

He watches you obediently do as you're told, causing his eyes to lighten slightly as if praising you for knowing your place. Sekido teasingly grazed both your nipples with the tip of his staff, the jingling of the metal echoing inside the room. "That you're a filthy slut." Sekido finishes his sentence as his staff sparks up, sending jolts of electricity through your squishy mounds. You toss your head back, arms falling behind you for stability as you arch your back, a loud moan of pleasure and pain sliding past your lips as your body jumps and twitches. Sekido watches as your nipples grow harder from his staff as he goes and gives the other mound equal attention, the staff showing no mercy as you start to squirm and back away. Sekido growls at this as he quickly grabs at one of your ankles, forcefully dragging your body back towards his, causing you to fall back on the bed.

His eyes darted down to the shining puddle you had left behind on the shared blanket, his heart racing as he processed what had happened. "You must enjoy this if you came from just having your nipples zapped." He muses to himself, his grip still tight on your ankle. You let out a pathetic whine as you looked up at him, tears slipping down your cheeks. Sekido loved it when you were a crying mess for him. It made him feel powerful and in control, and he loved it. "Such a filthy slut I chose as my mate." He growls, pulling your legs apart to see the sticky mess between your thighs. Sekido hums, trailing his staff slowly down your stomach, watching your eyes follow with curiosity at his next move.

"I believe you deserve some fucking punishment for avoiding me, don't you?" He Growls, the staff stopping on your clit. Your eyes went wide as you opened your mouth to protest. However, the demon did not care as he sent jolts of electricity through the sensitive bundle of nerves, causing your eyes to roll into the back of your head and mouth to open in a perfect O just for him. "Y-you avoided me too…" You managed to get out, though it was barely above a whisper. Sekido frowns at your words before upping the intensity you to release a scream as you clench the sheets, your body struggling to escape his grasp. He was angry because you were right. However, he had been avoiding you, not for the reasons you think. Something inside him had gone feral since he saw that dazed expression and how your body twitched from his attack.

For the past two weeks, Sekido had been aggressively fucking himself into his hand while picturing the scene repeatedly. He wanted to bring it up to you for so long, but every time he saw you, he felt like he would take you there on the spot, and he couldn't allow that. He would never let his clones see you so beautifully displayed the way he likes, nor would they hear the intoxicating voice that always made him cum deep inside you. "You're right…I guess I have been ignoring my filthy pet." He muttered, causing your eyes to widen from the sudden words. Usually, he never admitted when he was wrong, and for some reason, you found your pussy clenching at the sudden confession. Sekido looks at you with narrowed eyes, his dark red hues filled with anger and lust as he grits his teeth. "We'll just make it up to each other though…right Whore?" He growled his staff, sending more pleasure throughout your body. Sekido watched your pussy shake and gush as he held one of your legs in the air, his tongue sliding against his bottom lip as he watched your juices coat the sheets.

"That's the second time you've cum now…it pisses me off." He admits, tossing his staff onto the bed as he pulls his robes down, exposing his bare chest to you, eyes making sure to take it all in as saliva fills your mouth. "Fuck Sekido… you're so handsome." You whispered honestly, loving how angry he looked as he exposed himself. You watched as his eye twitched, signaling he was embarrassed by your sudden comment. "Tch shut the hell up, damn woman." He growled, tossing one of your legs over his shoulder as he pumped at his aching cock that had been dying to be inside your needy pussy. Sekido roars as he slides his cock up and down your folds, ensuring it is soaked in your pretty juices. "You're so wet now; you can take my cock, right, Y/n? Or has it been too long for a needy whore like you?" He curses as he slowly presses the tip inside, watching how your body reacts to the sudden intrusion. "Fuuuuuuck~" You cry, tossing your head back in bliss. It had been about four weeks since the two of you could fuck, and boy, did you miss the feeling of his cock.

"Tch. You're too damn tight." Your boyfriend growls as he struggles to push himself all the way in. Your walls clenched around him so hard that he almost forgot you weren't a virgin. "Sekido, I can't! It's too much right now." You whined, not thinking you could handle any more of him. Your words caused Sekido's brows to knit together, a deep frown on his face as he processed your words. 'Can't take him? Too much? Tch, fuck that.' His free hand travels back to his staff as he goes and zaps at one of your perked buds, watching your body jump from shock. He tries to push in as deep as he can, once again, this time succeeding as he lets out a deep growl, his cock twitching from how good you felt wrapped around him. "Filthy slut…your pussy just took me in so easily once I zapped your dirty body." He pants through his gritted teeth, eyes glaring down at you.

"Do you like this better than me?" He questioned, feeling himself grow jealous of his power, not liking that it affected your body more than he did. You try to form a sentence but fail as your mind starts to spin from how much pleasure you receive. Sekido scoffs at this as he begins aggressively thrusting into you, his hips meeting yours each time as he grips your hip with his free hand, his sharp teeth sinking into the plush skin as he tastes your blood. Sekido was always rough in bed, so it wasn't something you were not a stranger to; however, this time, things seemed different with the use of his powers. You whined and cried each time Sekido's hips met yours, the tip of his cock painfully pressing against your cervix.

However, whenever you tried to get away from him or cried for him to slow down, he would press his staff against your swollen clit. The pain mixing with pleasure soon consumed you as your face contorted into a fucked out expression, causing Sekido to beam internally with pride, the faintest hue rising to his cheeks as he went and pressed rough kisses to your lips, each one becoming sloppier than the last, a mix your saliva courting your lips as he went and bit down into your neck making sure to leave as many marks as he could. "I won't let you leave this room again, Y/n." He growled possessively as he pictured you sleeping cuddled up to his whiny clone, anger fueling his thrusts. Bruises lay across your chest as the demon grips at your breasts, his staff tossed once more.

"Sekido…feels so fucking good." You moaned, too fucked out to process any of the words he said. "Tch. Too fucked out on my cock and staff that you can't even hear me. Pathetic slut." He growls, feeling your walls clench at his harsh words. He knew your body like the back of his hand, having fucked you so many times, especially when he was furious. You were such a good little demon for him, so obedient, the perfect stress reliever. "Why didn't you tell me you wanted me to electrocute you? Do you think I'm a fool? A fucking idiot who you can avoid and toy around with as you please?" he doesn't let up as he feels you reach your third orgasm, your body too sensitive to handle anymore. "S-Sekido…honey," You start swallowing a giant ball of saliva as you try to get your following words out. "It's too much! Mm~ I'm too sensitive no more~" Your words reach him however they sound so pathetic that it just makes him want to ruin you even more.

"Tch, who the hell do you think you are bossing me around like that?" He growled; however, he knew that he wouldn't hold on much longer as his cock began twitching. The feeling of your pussy was too good after not having it for weeks. You made him pathetic, and he hated it. With a growl, Sekido spread your legs as far as he could, his thrusts getting sloppier as he looked down at you with hazy eyes, his mouth slightly open as he watched your eyes roll to the back of your head. "Tch. My spark," Your eyes shoot back open at the diminutive nickname he had given you a few months into your relationship. He never used it much, but you knew it was because he saved it for special times, especially when he felt so much love for you but never knew how to express it due to his angry nature.

Your eyes take a moment to focus on his features as you lock eyes with your mate. Sekido looked at you, his eyes straining with anger as he bared his teeth, your abused pussy still being pounded into as he went and grabbed your chin. "Look at me. Keep looking at only me, dammit!" He cursed as he sloppily went and circled his thumb over your clit. "I'll do every dirty thing your whore mind comes up with. Just stay here, dammit…fucking stupid woman." He whimpered out the last part before shakily reaching for his staff again as he felt his release approaching.

"Do I make myself clear?" He growled, looking at you with such possessive eyes as his staff hovered over your clit again, waiting for your response. You whimpered, nodding your head as the words refused to come out. Sekido saw how weak and fucked out you were, so he let the nonverbal response slide this time as he went and pressed the staff down, watching as his electricity flew out, causing your body immense pleasure. "Good girl…my spark." He panted, his voice waving as he gave one last deep thrust into your abused hole, his eyes rolling back as he felt his seed spray into your walls. "Dammit!" He cursed, tossing his head around from how incense the feeling was. You did the same, except this time, you felt something much more significant than any other time you had orgasmed. Sekido noticed this as he looked down at you, his eyes widening slightly as he watched your pussy spray all over his cock your juices going everywhere, as your body tensed from the sudden pleasure, mouth open but no noise coming out.

Sekido stood there staring down at your weak body, his cock growing hard again inside you, causing a hiss to leave your lips. Sekido grunts as he slowly pulls out, watching his cum leak from your twitching hole. He scoffs, pressing it back inside with one of his fingers, listening to you whine. "Tch, I know dammit." He growls as he goes and tucks you under the covers, watching your heavy eyes start to close from exhaustion. Sekido stands near the bed, a hand pressed on his cock as he curses, glaring down at you.

"I'll give you an hour dammit…after that, I'll make you do that thing again my spark."

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Paparazzi

Pairings: Actor! Sukuna x Singer! Reader; Actor/Model and Husband! Geto Suguru x Designer Wife! Reader

An: I was supposed have Gojo here too, but I haven't decided what Yn's professional career would be. I have his and Nanami's written later if an idea pops in my head.

Content: Mostly fluff, cheating allegations, reader is fem

Actor! Sukuna x Singer! Reader

[Metrobizz: Long time couple Ryomen Sukuna and Y/n have been completely silent. Though it is nothing new for the couple to be away from the public eye when it comes to their relationship, these days and for the future days to come, it seems that the two are reaching the end of their relationship.

About a year and a half ago, Sukuna was spotted with his co-star Yurozu who allegedly have romantic feelings for the male actor. An inside source shared, “Yurozu actively pursues Sukuna despite his constant rejection.” Though it seems that Yurozu may have succeeded in turning his head away from his long time girlfriend, Yn as he and Yurozu were spotted alone together having a day-out together looking cozy.

Neither Sukuna, Yn or Yurozu have made a statement a year and a half ago regarding the situation and have remained silent since then. However, Sukuna and Yn are being spotted less and less from then till now. These days, you’d rarely see them together out in public. Some fans speculate that the couple have broken up in private and never told the public.]

You scrolled through your phone reading the latest article Metrobizz posted bringing up an event that took place about a year and a half ago. At the beginning of the article shows a picture of Sukuna standing in front of Yurozu who is looking up at him with a soft smile on her face. Sukuna stands turned to the side a couple of steps away from her, drinking a can of something with his free hand inside his pocket.

You hear your four month old son made a tiny noise as though he too is displeased with the article. You put your phone down and admired him sleeping in your arms as he let out a yawn and his nose crunched up. You feel someone’s presence come up beside you and asked, “Metrobizz brought that up again?” Who obviously peered at your screen.

“Yeah. They always do that when they have nothing else to talk about.” You laughed at the ridiculousness of the article.

“‘...his long time girlfriend.’ They think you’re only my long term girlfriend then and now. We’ve been married for four years and have a four month old son— keep up Metrobizz.” Sukuna audibly comments from beside you as he puts the plate of food he’s been holding on the coffee table in front of you. The both of you looked at each other and tried to hold in your laughs that came out as fits of giggles trying not to disturb your sleeping son.

Actor/model and husband! Geto Suguru x Designer wife! Reader

You were sitting in front of your vanity inside the walk-in closet you share with Suguru. You’re checking your outfit and make up in front of the giant full body mirror making sure that everything is perfect before leaving for the event that you’re attending with your husband.

“Hey hun, did you see that new article? Metrobizz is all over on people’s business again.” Suguru asked as he walked in. There is an amusement that accompanies his voice, and you don't have to turn around to know that he has a smile on his face.

“Why? What’s it about?” You asked him with a gentle voice as you turned around to face him.

“You look gorgeous sweetheart.” Suguru compliments you as he walks closer to embrace you. He gave you a sweet kiss on the cheek as you gently cupped the side of his face.

“Thank you. You look dashing.” You compliment him back and give him a peck on his lips. “So what’s the article that you find so funny?”

“Here, read it.” Suguru says as he hands you his phone.

[Metrobizz: The multi-millionaire designer Yn has been spotted exiting a club holding hands with an unknown man. Photos given by the source shows the two of them being way too handsy with each other as they dance together at the secluded VIP section of the club. Some sources even said that they saw her making out with him.]

You see a photo of you busy making out with the man whose face can not be identified. Your arms are wrapped around his neck and your hand tangled in his hair. You’re bending backwards a little bit as the man you’re making out with leans down to kiss you deeper. His arm is wrapped around your waist as his free hand is also tangled in your short hair. Your face remains stoic as you read further.

[Allegedly, Yn has been getting close with one of the male models that she’s working with, and have even been spotted with said model together outside the workplace. It can not be confirmed if the model she’s working with and the same unknown man she was seen at a club are the same person. However, upon inspection of the photos provided by our source, both men seem to have the same build, height and hands.

Could her marriage with the star-actor Geto Suguru be going stale?]

You look at Suguru in the eyes, and he stares back at you. The silence lasted for a second before the both of you started bursting in laughter. You cling onto each other as you both laugh even harder at looking at the photo Metrobizz had attached. You lean forward as laughter echoes out of you— your long hair falling off your shoulders in the process.

“Omg, hun I can’t. Are they serious?” You ask Suguru, still laughing about the article.

“Apparently so. I can’t believe they used that old photo.”

“Wasn’t this from three years ago? When we went to Brazil?”

“Yeah it is. Anyways, shall we go?” Suguru asked, offering his arm as he tries to composed himself.

“Yes, ‘unknown man’. Let’s make another appearance shall we?”

#jjk x y/n #jujutsu kaisen #geto suguru x reader #geto x you #jujutsu kaisen suguru #sukuna #ryomen sukuna #sukuna x reader #sukuna x you

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Heart to-go

Pairing: RE2Barista!Leon x GN!Reader

Summary: You hate coffee. Of course with your luck, you end up falling in love with a cute blushing barista.

Warnings: COFFEE SHOP AU, SUPER FLUFF, blushing leon, tooth-rotting fanfic, reader DOES NOT like coffee (i could never), reader/leon are clueless and shy, sabrina and gabriel are names used in this fic, image taken from google

Author's Notes: hey, im back (sorta?kinda?). i had this fanfic saved for a while and since i haven't been able to produce new material, i decided to edit and post some of my old drafts. i plan on posting the other coffee shop au - nsfw version, but from now i hope you enjoy reading this one!

If someone told you before that you would visit a coffee shop and actually order the same cup of coffee every day, you would laugh at their faces. You don't like coffee, period. There is something about the smell or taste you just don't like it. Warm, cold, sweet, unsweet, with chocolate, you tried it all. It just isn't your thing, which made some people look at you as an E.T. sometimes, but hey, to each its own, right?

Your co-worker Sabrina is the one who invites you out to a popular coffee shop nearby your work. Before you even attempt to say no, Sabrina explains that yes, there were other drink options and some delicious pastries, like "some of the best brownies" she had eaten her entire life.

So you agree, with the promise you wouldn't regret it.

There is no line when you enter, around 5 pm. You pass this coffee shop often going to work, the smell strong in your nose if the door is open. You never entered, of course, but now inside, you must admit it looked cozy. A lot of natural light comes from the big windows in the front, illuminating the entire space. There are tables and chairs, at this time empty, compared to how full and hectic they could get in the morning.

As Sabrina orders her long order, your eyes wander the menu, written behind the counter on a giant blackboard. They had other options, as Sabrina explained before, such as handmade Italian sodas and some juices. When Sabrina is done, you turn your attention to the very attractive cashier. The kind you see on the cover of magazines, like a model or something. And cute. He has innocent blue eyes, a soft face, and blonde hair under the black cap. Your eyes glimpse at his name tag, "Leon," as he waits for your order.

"What do you want?"

And the words come out of your mouth before you can even think, something you would never have ordered in a million years.  

"A coffee?" 

You can feel Sabrina's neck twist, shocked. You ignore her, ignore how your voice went two higher tones than it should, focused on Leon, who continues smiling, patiently waiting for the rest.

"Sure, which one?"

"Coffee?" Your eyes roam around the many, many names and sizes as if you know what all those names mean, and you decide to risk it all. "How about your favorite order?"

Leon's eyes widen briefly before a faint red tone rises to his cheeks. He chuckles, surprised, before placing the order on the computer. 

"Right, okay then, my favorite order. Anything else?"

"Nothing, that will be it."

You pay your bill without looking up. Sabrina looks semi-concerned and amused when you are done ordering, a strange smile on her face.

"Are you okay?"

"I panicked," You whisper, hoping Leon can't hear the panic in your voice as you pull her to a table before she can start asking more questions.

You sit to wait for your order, and you notice Leon and another young blonde lady behind the counter. He seems to be blushing about something she says, and you wonder if that wasn't the most adorable thing you've ever seen.

"You are staring," Sabrina warns, her voice denoting humor. Why does it sound like Sabrina is having fun with your misery? You look out the window to the traffic slowing down since it is the end of the afternoon. When your order finally arrives, you turn excited, expecting to see Leon but being greeted by Ashley's happy face.

"Enjoy!" Ashley exclaims before leaving. You grab your small cup of warm coffee with a top layer of foam on it. It smells like cinnamon and vanilla. You really, really don't want to drink it.

"Careful now, Leon is watching," Sabrina teases, making you turn to look for Leon. He is indeed staring at you, his blue eyes filled with expectation. When he catches you looking, he turns his face away, a deep blush on his cheeks, too focused on cleaning something behind him.

"I can do this." You tell yourself, taking a sip from the cup. Yeap, still bad. Still bad as the first time you tried it. You drink another small sip because Leon could still be watching before placing the cup on the table. "I don't think I can do this." You confess in a whisper to Sabrina, who doesn't answer. She giggles, drinking her coffee as water. She saves you the dignity to not tease you anymore, at least.

Noticing she wouldn't be any help, you take small sips while listening to Sabrina's news. It was easier to drink while she talked so that you could ignore the sour taste in your mouth.

When your cup is finally empty, you sigh in relief. You have done it. You are NOT disappointing any cute blushy barista today. Leon appears at the side of the table, eyes filled with expectation.

"How was it?"

"It was so good. My friend over here loved it, right? Right?" Sabrina smiles happily in your direction. You want to strangle her, but you nod, smirking instead.

"Perfect, Leon. Thank you."

Leon's eyes lock on you, and you stare back, starstruck. No one should be allowed to be this charming. His smile lights up his entire face, making him look even more special. The type you could fall in love with if you aren't careful enough.

"I will get those for you, then," He cleans the table, then leaves, nodding in your direction. When he is out of a safe distance, Sabrina sings low.

"I think he likes you!"

"Shut up, Sabrina!"

-x-

After that, you start to visit the coffee. Daily. You get to meet the rest of the employees: Luis, a handsome man with a captivating smile who constantly flirts with you. You already know Ashley, a young college student who is always excited to see you. And well, there is Leon. It is odd how you click so fast with Luis and Ashley; you could joke with them as much as you wanted, but things worked a little differently when it came to Leon. He made you nervous.

He always welcomes you with a warm smile and treats you with respect. You tried to tease Leon once, but it died in your throat when you watched his expression. He just looked so innocent, you just didn't want him to dislike something you did or said. What if he misinterpreted?

You also continue ordering the same coffee. Your newfound trick to not throw it away? Take it to work and give it to Sabrina. You know you are wasting money, but Leon's smile is worth every cent, especially when you place the money on the counter for "Leon's order". Like one morning, two weeks after your first visit, you enter the shop, and it is Luis at the register.

"Hello, pretty thing. Same order?" Luis asks, winking. 

"You know me, Luis, I am loyal." 

"Yeah, yeah, I know," Luis sighs, pretending to be disappointed. Ashley waves in your direction when she sees you, asking. "Let me guess, another Leon's order to go?"

"You know, it is my dream. One of those days, you will enter those doors and ask 'Can I get Luis's order or maybe Ashley's?" Luis teases, "No, it must always be Leon's order. I have started to wonder why."

"I like his coffee," You whisper in your defense. Luis smiles, knowing exactly what you like. He points to Leon's back, too focused on a coffee maker. "Your boyfriend is waiting."

You show off your tongue, rolling your eyes and going toward Leon. He guides a cup of steaming milk into a to-go cup, almost as if he is drawing. You don't say anything, watching his concentrated face as he finishes. Every inch of his attention to whatever he is drawing. When Leon is done, he turns toward you, opening a smile.

"H-hey. Here it is."

He puts the to-go cup in front of you, uncovered. You find it weird but don't discuss it.

"Morning. Thank you. My favorite, as always." You grab a lid nearby, closing it. Leon seems disappointed but doesn't say anything. You quickly take a sip, holding back a scowl. "Perfect as always, Leon. Thank you. I don't even know where I would be without Leon's every morning... Leon's order, I mean!"

The frown is gone, and Leon smiles timidly, blushing. Of course, you must embarrass yourself in front of him, but honestly, you don't mind. Your mornings always got much better after seeing his smile. You leave the coffee, waving bye to Ashley and Luis. When you are gone, Ashley and Luis surround Leon, too curious.

"Did they see it this time?" Luis wonders.

"No."

"Such a nice person, but so clueless," Ashley sighs, holding her chin. "Maybe you should just try writing your phone number on the cup, it would be more direct."

"Or maybe they don't like me that much..." Leon declares, making his co-workers groan.

"Not this again, Leon."

-x-

Three weeks pass like that. You go in, say hi to Ashley and Luis, get your coffee with Leon, smile at each other, and leave for work. There is some teasing here and there from Ashley and Luis, you tease back, and that is it. You wonder if you should get a different order, but Sabrina seems happy enough with the coffee, you are happy enough to see Leon, so it works.

The next morning, you enter the café to find Ashley organizing a casket of brownies. After greeting each other, you grab one from the basket. So those were the limited edition brownies Sabrina always talked about.

"Hey, Ashley, are those the famous delicious brownies?"

"Yeah. Made by an extraordinary chef, but I can't reveal his identity. It is top secret."

"Can I get one? And also a Le-"

"Leon's order? Yes, yes, I know," She groans, sounding tired. Leon appears from the back office, opening his usual smile when he sees you. You like to think it is your special smile, but it is probably how he smiles at every single client.

"Hey."

"Morning, Leon."

He starts preparing your drink the way he always does. You wonder if Leon is bored or if he can even make it with his eyes closed. Maybe you should ask him if his favorite order has even changed next time? As you watch Leon work, you give a big bite to the brownie. It is delicious. The perfect balance between chocolate and sweetness. 

"Ashley, those are so freaking good!" You exclaim, bringing her attention back to you.

"Oh really? Our chef will love to hear that!" Ashley says with a suggestive tone, giving a quick side look to Leon. You finish the brownie in a few bites as Leon puts your cup on the counter, his cheeks painted red. Again your cup is uncovered. You grab the lid and close it. It has become a ritual by now. 

"Thanks again, Leon."

When you look up at him, Leon has a different expression in his eyes. He blushes, no more than he usually does, his hand raised. Before you can ask what is wrong, he places his hand over yours on the cup lid. His hand is warm, probably normal for someone working with hot drinks all the time. You don't say anything, waiting. Leon seems to be waiting as well, for you to say anything. Neither of you does, and the moment is broken when the door opens, a huge group of women coming in.

"Sorry, I don't know—" 

"Bye!" You rush out of those doors, not looking back.

Well, that was certainly odd, you think. Leon has never touched you before. It seems that he wanted to tell you something, but at the same time, he was waiting for you to say something? When you get to work ten minutes later, the cup still warm in your hands, you search for Sabrina, not finding her. Gabriel, your other co-worker, explains she is sick.

"Really?"

"Yeah. Nasty flu."

"Oh, okay. I will message her later then."

You look at the cup in your hands to her empty table before asking Gabriel.

"Hey, do you want some coffee?"

"Free? Don't mind if I do! What has on it?"

"I guess coffee, milk, cinnamon? I don't really know."

"You don't know?" Gabriel asks, grabbing the cup from you. "You don't know what is in your cup? Here, let me smell it, I have an excellent sense of smell." He opens the lid to smell it and exclaims, "Awn, this is cute."

"What?"

"The heart."

"What heart?"

Gabriel carefully gets the cup to show you a heart drawing on top. You want to hit yourself in the head; is that what Leon has been doing? That's why he held your hand this morning to show the heart? No, it couldn't be. When Gabriel starts taking the cup to his mouth, you pull the cup back, placing the lid.

"Sorry, Gabriel, gotta go! I will return with another one!"

You rush back to the store, holding the cup firmly. Maybe, just maybe, Leon has been drawing those for you only, and you always close the lid? Maybe this is what he was trying to tell you this morning. What if Leon draws a heart for everyone? Shouldn't you be paying for that? What if—? No, no time to think of that. Perhaps this is your chance. You enter the shop, gasping for air. Ashley is nowhere around, and Leon is dusting around the table. When he sees you, his brows furrow, but he doesn't hesitate to get close to you.

"Are you okay? Something wrong?" Leon sounds concerned, his eyes scanning you.

You try to speak, still catching your breath. You pull the lid, triumphant.

"What does this mean?" 

When you two look at the cup, the drawing is gone. There is just a mess of brown liquid, smelling like vanilla and cinnamon. You can't believe it. You turn to Leon, pointing at the cup and him, your mouth opening and closing.

"Have you been drawing hearts in my cup this whole time?"

"I have." He admits, blushing. 

"Thanks?" Jeez, you couldn't come with something better. Leon nods as if understanding before starting to turn away. "No, wait, please, I mean, I like them. A lot."

His face lights up, and you wonder how someone can look so adorable. It is so unfair for you poor heart.

"Tha-that's good, then. I was wondering when you would see them."

"Well, 'cause the lady who drinks my coffee doesn't open the cups!" You try to explain to him, biting your tongue. Leon waits, confused. "Yeah, I don't like coffee," You finally confess your secret somberly, like a sinner talking to a priest.

"So wait. You don't like coffee and keep ordering it? Why?"

Well, now it is your turn to feel your face burning. Realization passes through Leon's face, and he starts stuttering something before three older ladies walk in, going directly to the cashier. He grabs your cup, his heart thumping as he rushes to write something. When Leon gives you back, you see his number written in black ink.

"Ca-can we discuss this better later tonight? If you want to, of course," Leon asks. You nod. "Then you can tell me all about your hate for coffee."

"I would love to."

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy fluff #leon kennedy #leon kennedy fanfic #leon s kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x you #leon s kennedy fluff #am i happy with this? not entirely. but i laughed a lot writing this so this has to count for something

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Hi Mm this is socks lmao, but could I request something with reader having a horrible day where everything goes wrong, nothing feels right, and she's tired of like carrying the world and everyone one else on her back and Peter is just the sweetest guy ever babying her and hold her while she cries? Yep that's me, but with no Peter

sowwy it took so long, i had a few requests for this and put them all in one giant pot. i also hope everyone here is feeling better ❤️

Totally broken, you just needed someone to hold you. 

It had been an awful day of an awful week of an awful month. Punch after punch, you couldn’t take anymore. Holding yourself the entire walk to the frat house, only allowing yourself to sniffle and keep a steady flow of tears, nothing too hysterical to pass in public. 

Almost tripping over a curb you choke back a sob, all you could do was manually breathe and think of the path to the house. You weren’t even sure why you wanted to go there anyways, you’d never gone to Peter before all upset and choked up. 

And knowing him, he’d hate it and send you away informing you that taking care of your crying mess wasn’t in his job description. 

Focusing on breathing, you knocked at the solid door and prayed Peter would answer, save for any of his brothers mid breakdown. But, like most of today and this week, things did not go in your favor. 

“Trouble?”

He wasn’t your boy. 

“Is Peter here?” shoddy breaths, you’re about to collapse in a sob, you shouldn’t be here. “Actually, nevermind, I’m,” you inhale sharply, tears skip down your cheeks, “I’m, um, gonna go home.” 

Spinning on your heel a warm hand closed around your wrist tugging you inside, “no, you’re not. Parker would fucking kill me if I let you leave like this.” Wiping your cheeks and trying to pull away, “he wouldn’t want to deal with me, I should…” shaking his arm off and trying to make a dash before he caught you by the hood of your jacket. 

Gagging you pull at the neckline, “what the fuck, Ethan?” 

“Parker!” He calls up the stairs, adrenaline killing your tears, trying to pull away but useless in his grip. Jerking the fabric, trying to release it from his hold, “let go, Ethan!” 

“Parker!” Wincing at the shriek in your ear, “see? He doesn’t care, I sho-” 

Your shoes squeak on the floor, holding your jacket as far as you could from your neck when Ethan dragged you across the landing of the house, fumbling into his chest to stop the tension. He was being anything but gentle, raising his fist to pound at the wall. 

“Parker! Get the fuck down here!” 

While trying your last attempt to break free, Ethan twists the hood in his hold, causing you to pause in an awkward position, if you moved you’d be choked. “Ethan, I swear to fucking god I’ll-” 

“Park-” 

Stomps on the stairs.

“Say my fucking name one more time, Keznek, I fucking dare you.” 

Like a deer in headlights, you freeze. The second Peter hits the landing his frustration was washed into concern, not even caring his brother and best friend was watching, pouting all soft. You weren't crying anymore but the evidence showed, written all over your face was a cry session.

“My baby,” feathersoft, his words scooped you up and held you. Ethan’s hand dropped the second Peter took a second step, abandoning post and taking the stairs two steps at a time. Standing in front of you, his thumbs run under your eyes, “why’s my girl so sad, hm?” 

Suddenly, that lump in your throat you’ve been swallowing won’t stay down. Blinking fast trying to stop tears, which fails useless as your bottom lip trembles and he’s being so soft and he’s never been this comforting before. A sob escapes, the dam breaks. 

Peter’s never seen you cry before, you’ve called him once before while upset and he thought that hurt him. Watching you cry and desperate for air makes him break, he’s never had a girl come to him so broken. He doesn’t even know what to do or say, “give me a cuddle, c’mon, I know how happy that makes you!” 

Instantly you’re wound around him, exhaling shaky breaths in his chest while he scratches slowly at your back. Tears bleed through his shirt but he doesn’t say a word, he thinks he might be making it worse because you’re getting worse. 

Racking breaths made him push you away, he was genuinely scared you’d pass out. 

“Okay, c’mon. Take a breath and follow me, okay?” Choking as you gasp, his hand holds yours tight until you reach a room off the kitchen, Peter sits on the edge of a couch and holds your hands. “Deep breath, baby.” You try to do it but fail, whimpering an apology. “I’m not asking you to stop crying, I just need you to breathe.” 

It’s weak but he takes it, “one more for me,” it’s smoother this time, rubbing at an eye to clear your vision. Gulping, you force yourself to take another deep breath, this one ceasing the tears for the moment. 

Peter pushes himself backwards to sit on the couch, patting the small spot next to him you follow the command. Your butt in the small space, legs thrown over his lap. “You almost knocked yourself out, trouble.” 

He’s trying to lighten the mood but you just feel vulnerable and sad, resting your cheek on his shoulder you sniff. Voice breaking at the words, “I’m really sad, petey.” And fuck, he hates that nickname, but the way you uttered it, like a child with a terrible confession, made him want to hold you and never let you leave. 

Hands tickle up and down your legs, “wanna tell me why?” 

Blowing a shaky breath you shug, a tear falls when you blink. 

“I mean, everything?” To Peter, it sounds like you’re holding back and he won’t stand for it, not until he knows what made his girl cry like that. 

“I’m here for you to unload, I’m trying to take that,” he gestures to your body, “and put it here,” crumpling the tension into a ball and forcing it into his heart. 

“I failed my math test, I was fired from the campus store, Zoe and Lana are fighting and they want me to pick a side but I know they’ll get over it and then I’ll always be the asshole that chose a side, and to top it all off my sister called me and I felt like it was my job to give relationship advice cause,” you give a dry laugh, “obviously, I’m in the right position to tell people about their shit boyfriend.” 

A shit sandwich, you were right. Everything was wrong. 

“What can I do for you?” 

Because he feels helpless, but he’s done more than enough already. 

“Just… hold me.” 

“I can do that.” 

And he does, even a little longer after you said you were finally okay. 

#peter parker blurb #peter parker x reader #tasm!peter x reader #tasm! peter parker x reader #my writing #frat!peter

[rosesbxrry]

teddy bear.

Pairing: Boyfriend! Heeseung X Girlfriend! Fem! Reader

Genre: Smut🔞(Minors DNI), established relationship AU!

Warnings: Dom! Heeseung, unprotected sex (wrap it up before you tap it), cream pie, teasing, cunnilingus, Heeseung using pet names on reader (princess/ baby/ angel), multiple orgasm, dirty talk, mixture of both praising and degradation, possessiveness (Heeseung being jealous over a teddy bear), Hopefully I didn’t miss out anything else  

Summary: You decided to take advantage of the Christmas holiday to introduce your long-time boyfriend to your parents. However, you didn't expect Heeseung to get jealous over a teddy bear you kept gifted by your ex. 

A Holiday Special: ➜ Heeseung

| ➜ Jay | ➜ Jake | ➜ Sunghoon |

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Word count: 4,165 words

a/n: Impulse decision for me to make a holiday/ Christmas special for the Hyung line! I will post the other’s every week in the month of December but since this was a last minute project that I made, Sunghoon’s part will probably be posted in the first week of January next year. Hope you all enjoy this little special gifts as a thank you for all the support in 2022! 

For this year's Christmas holiday, you've decided to introduce your long-term boyfriend, Heeseung, to your parents after being consistently pestered by them for wanting to meet him for so long.

So, after clearing your's and Heeseung's schedule and buying the latest flight tickets to fly back to your hometown, the familiar scenery of the neighbourhood where you grew up passed through the windows of your parent's car as they drove the both of you to your childhood home from the airport.

The sight of the area enveloped in clear white snow, and the parachuting of snowflakes from the sky caused you to shiver a bit. It was not like you hated winter, but you preferred the warmth of a summer's day rather than damp, gloomy and freezing weather.

A hand places itself on your hands— Heeseung's long and lanky fingers intertwined with yours, yet when you look up at him beside you from the passenger's seat, he still pays attention to your mother's rambles with deep interest. His doe eyes stayed firm on her, and he nodded his head occasionally, which made you stifle a little laugh at how cute he looked.  

To say your parents were smitten by him was an understatement.

Who wouldn't be when he noticed every little detail about you? Even holding your hand when he knew you would be cold like it was second nature to him.

When you arrived at your parent's home, you made sure not to let your mother self-indulge in Heeseung's presence. When she moved to show him a collage of pictures she kept from when you were a child into your awkward teens, you knew it was time to make excuses about how tired you and Heeseung were from the trip in hopes of getting away.

"I didn't know you used to be a part of the choir?" Heeseung teased, helping to move the heavy luggage into your childhood bedroom so that the both of you would be staying while here.

"We all have our dark past," You replied, removing your puffed jacket. "It was either that or playing the triangle once in a 3-minute song at the back with only the heads of the kids at the front in sight."

"I think it was cute." He laughed, lying down on the bed with his eyes darting around the place. He reached back to grab a giant teddy bear sitting on the bed, placing it on his lap and playing with the red heart it was holding with the words I love you written on it.

Your eyes caught the scene, and immediately an idea popped into your head, leading you to smirk unnoticed by your boyfriend, who was oblivious to your upcoming scheme.

"Oh! That teddy bear brings back so many old memories," You nonchalantly mused, trying too hard to seem unbothered. He throws you a curious look, hugging the stuffed toy against his chest relaxedly.

"Why?"

"Oh, nothing, just that it was a gift from my ex during high school. Isn't it nice and fluffy?"

You saw him freeze at the corner of your eyes, the innocent grip around the teddy bear loosened at the new revelation that you still kept something from your ex— and he was hugging it.

You had never seen him so appalled by anything.

It's not often you get to make Heeseung jealous because it would often be the other way around, which is why you enjoyed deciphering every bit of reaction he was showing. You took the chance to steal the teddy bear from his embrace, watching his bottom lip pout and his eyes low at how you were affectionately cuddling it against your chest.

"That thing is not sleeping on the bed with us." He firmly said.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes at his demand. "Come on, and this gift was years ago! Look how nice of a cuddling buddy it can be for the winter night." You held the stuffed toy up for him to see; a soft pillow texture with the right size to hug, its head tilted to the side innocently as if it were not the source of his problem.

The look he gave the bear was murderous at best.

"Whatever. It’s not stepping a single foot near this bed." He curtly replied, frowning with his arms crossed around his chest to show his determination.

"Besides, why would you need it when you can cuddle with me instead?" He muttered under his breath with a slight spice that was hard to miss.

You wanted to laugh at how he was acting but kept it calm, continuing with the charade if it meant seeing him so uptight about the whole ordeal. You bit your lower lip, using every ounce of self-control not to break out of character, opting to show him a looped-sided grin which he did not appreciate.

After freshening up and pushing the whole thing behind, you had a great Christmas Eve dinner with your parents. In true fashion, they pry every detail from him— from how the both of you met, his studies and what his parents do for a living. Your boyfriend was a natural charmer for sure, answering the questions with his pearly white smile and galaxy-set eyes while throwing in some of his humour that sometimes, you eyed your parents for laughing a bit too much. But then again, it was a good reassurance to you that they have fallen for this man as much as you did.  

The night ended with some sweet desserts that your mother made and endless conversation filled in between the warm scent of cinnamon and apple at the dining table. The snowfall has quickly thickened outside, and the darkness has taken over the sky, but it didn't stop your parents from attending the communal Christmas event held by the neighbourhood right after.

So, as they left, you and Heeseung were left to do the dishes and clean the kitchen voluntarily.

"Do you think your parents like me?" Heeseung asked when you passed him the washed plate for him to dry. A disbelief looked crossed your face, wiping your head to the side to face him.

"Baby," You started. "I think they will probably cry when we leave, and I can reassure you that it's not because of their flesh and bone."  

Heeseung laughed, giving you a sheepish smile as you jokingly soaped the dirty plates a little too bitterly. In all honesty, he was a little worried about meeting your parents, which turned him into a nervous wreck, especially when he regarded you as the love of his life. He wanted to know if they were being nice out of obligation for their daughter's happiness instead of seeing him as someone they could trust.

However, hearing your words have lifted the burden and worries off his shoulder.

Heeseung leaned down to your level and pecked your lips abruptly, taking you by surprise that the spoon you were washing almost slipped out of your grasp. You looked up to give him a confused stare, the proximity of his face was close enough for you to feel bashful at the way he was fixated on your lips.

"What was that?" You questioned.

"I don't know." He answered honestly, but you recognized the sultry tone in the way he replied.

You observed how he was holding back a grin; his features were now agonizingly attractive from the way his Adam's apple bobbed to the slope of his nose, which reminded you how perfectly it fit between the spaces of your legs. You smiled back at him with equal anticipation.

"Maybe you should do it again." You challenged, and it was enough for him to swoop down to kiss you again, but this time, he held onto the side of your face to deepen it. You didn't care that your hands were still wet as you tangled your fingers between his locks of raven hair.

Your lips moved sensually before the intensity heightened as the two pairs of arms eagerly moved to caress each other's bodies. You could tell Heeseung was getting heated, his lips moving sloppily against yours; the wet sound emitted was erotic to your ears.

His hands that were once on your back slid down to rest on your ass, and he pulled the front of your body flushed against his own. Once you felt his stiff bulge, a loud moan erupted from your lips as he jerked his hips for more friction, feeling your pussy drooling at his desperate motion.

Fuck he felt so big. Your legs quiver at the thought.

Heeseung broke the kiss to drop forward close to the crook of your neck.

"When do you think your parents are going to be back?" His voice was hoarse, leaving soft and open kisses on the sensitive skin of your neck. You attempted to make sense of his question in your state but it proved to be difficult at how breathless he was making you feel.

"An hour or two at best." You swallowed, goosebumps blooming on your skin.

"Good."

That was the only word you heard from him; the next thing you knew, he was pulling you by the wrist towards the familiar direction of your upstairs bedroom.

The sound of the door banging close echoed in the room. Heeseung attached his moist lips back to yours in a feverish manner, his hands sliding under your shirt, and you shivered at the way his cold rings grazed your skin. The impact of your back hitting the soft mattress was expected, arching your back to aid him in taking off your shirt and bra hastily.

"God, you're so beautiful." He moaned, leaning down from his position on top of you to squeeze your breast. You whimpered when he played with your hardened nipples in between his thumb and index finger, your hands tugging on the ends of his shirt in a desperate attempt for him to realize you wanted it off.

"Heeseung...."  

He smirked at the way you called his name intensely, watching your mouth open agape to allow strings of sweet moans to escape when he flicked at your peaking nipples.

"Patience baby," He said as you watched him from below as he pulled his shirt over his head, exposing his lean physique and cut waistline that your hands achingly gravitate. Heeseung let out a content sigh, enjoying the sensation of your palms smoothing his abdomen to his chest, leaving a trail of searing stimulation on his skin.

"Let me take it slow, okay?"

He begins to caress the delicate curve of your clavicle with his hot tongue, his head moving in a downward motion and leaving a trail of saliva behind. A sharp gasp escapes your mouth when he reaches the swell of your breast before he inevitably sucked in a nipple, the tip of his tongue swiping back and forth over it, making your head spin at the amount of pleasure overwhelming your body.  

"Ah—fuck," You gritted out, feeling your pussy dampen that you had to squeeze your thighs together.

Heeseung continued to drag his tongue down, slowly tasting every inch of your skin as he said. The heat in your stomach grew hotter, your breath hitching higher as you realize he was getting closer to the one area you needed him the most.

Just the thought of his lips against your drenched folds tightens your grip on the wrinkled bed sheet, and the fact that his buttoned nose would be resting on your throbbing clit— fucking god, you would probably ascend to heaven at the mercy of it.

Heeseung let out an amused chuckle when you moaned loudly as he pulled off the last article of clothing on you. With your legs resting on his shoulders, his eyes gauged at how your folds were dripping with slick and the hunger he felt grew ferocious with only the thought of satiating it by burrowing his face between your lovely legs.

"So wet and needy for me," You felt his fiery gaze without looking at him, his fingers pulling your pussy apart to give him a better sight which elicits a soft moan. "—shit, look at this pretty clit mm? so swollen and perfect"

Your face was inflamed at his words because it was true; you felt every bone and cell in your body reacting to every touch, every movement and every sound he made that you were spilling an unimaginable amount of arousal from your core. Your brain was hazed with immense lust, with the last grain of sanity thrown out of the window.

You wanted him; you wanted him so much that it hurts.

Heeseung took advantage of your adorable and dishevelled state, caressing your inner thighs close to your pussy with the pads of his thumb.

"I can have a taste, can I?" His comment was coy, tilting his head innocently to the side as if he was not witnessing you falling apart.

He was torturing you with those Bambi eyes.

"Hee— please," You sobbed, a hand over your eyes as you were slowly running out of patience, completely bewitched body and soul by pleasure. "Please, I want you so fucking badly."

Heeseung was drinking up your desperate pleads, his crotch growing painfully tight against his pants the more you squirmed. Precum was slowly leaking out of his slit onto the fabric of his briefs, but his priority was to taste your sweet juices before he could settle his hard cock. He licked his lips, finally satisfied with getting off by your brazen mewls that it was time for you to receive your reward.

"Anything for my princess."

You threw your head back when he licked a stripe against your core; a mantra of curses escaped your lips as the wet muscles of his tongue drew out the intricacy of your folds. He made out with your pussy; nibbling, lapping and sucking on the sweet essence that infiltrated his senses until he couldn't have enough of your pussy on his face.

"oh my god—" You couldn't even finish your sentence as a whine erupted when you felt the tip of his nose nuzzled against your swollen clit. Electrifying pleasure shoots through underneath your skin that it tingled the more he bobbed his head to nudge on the sensitive nerve.

"Keep your legs open," His low growl vibrates into your folds, sending waves of bliss straight to the knot in your stomach, smacking his lips to savour how sloppy he was making you. He grips your thighs to make you stop squirming, pulling you down more towards his face.  

"Don't make me stop eating you out. You wouldn't like that, won't you?"

You can't let him do that. Never.

"No, no, no! Don't stop! please," You couldn't fathom whether he was acting serious or being a tease, but all you know is to obey his command instinctively, opening your legs wide for him to feel the smirk on his lips.

"Good girl," He praised, voice dripping with honey.

Your laboured panting reverberates as loud as the beating of your heart as he dives back into your core. His tongue and mouth moved so much faster and harder that you could barely catch your breath, making you thrust your hips relentlessly to gain more friction.

Every brush of his nose on your clit, every suction and graze of his tongue and lips on the slit of your cunt, setting the knot in your stomach a blaze more excruciating than before. You played with your erect nipples with the rhythm of his mouth with your head thrown back to let him enjoy the sight of you pleasuring yourself as you tried to reach the threshold of your release faster.

"Don't—stop— fuck! I'm gonna cum." You warned.

Heeseung made the final move to seal his lips around your swollen clit, suctioning pressure enough for you to release into his hot mouth. You cried out his name as your back arched, and the heat in your stomach finally came undone as waves of ecstasy got you trembling from head to toe. His mouth never ceases to move against your tender folds, making you ride your orgasm as he smooths a palm over your tense abdomen, adamant about making sure he drinks every bit of your sweet release.  

"Heeseung," Your voice quivered, bathing in the aftershock of your high as you glanced down at the male between your parted thighs.

His dark, intense eyes immediately zeroed in on you, taking a few more laps of your juices until he was satisfied, noticing how his eyes were dazed, as if he was in an enchanted state at just seeing you in the utmost pleasure.

"You did so well, angel," He leaned up to kiss you on the lips; a string of your cum mixed with his saliva was visible when he broke the exchange. He gently moves a stray hair away from your face and tucks it behind your ears. "Such a good girl cumming in my mouth."

A whispered litany of praises escaped his lips, caressing your neck with the bridge of his nose, letting your finger comb through his locks when your body finally registered the exhaustion creeping in from your orgasm. The domestic atmosphere settled in as he continued to nuzzle against your shoulder, feeling the comfortable weight of his body on top of yours.

"Feel better?" He rested his weight on his elbow to look at you properly. "You okay? I can run the shower for you, and we can rest up after."

You chuckled at his natural shift, reaching out to touch playfully the dangling silver earrings he wore. It was unfathomable to you that he could edge your deepest desire before turning into the softest and most endearing person seconds apart. His offer relaxes the tired muscles of your body, but you knew you couldn't end the night knowing that his release didn't ensue.

You shake your head, "I can't just leave you like this."

You watch his face contoured in pleasure when you palm your hand on his still-hard bulge; the friction causes him to erupt into a deep groan. With quick action, you massage his clothed cock, and the beautiful soft whines he emits sends waves of pleasure straight to your spent pussy.

Heeseung was too preoccupied with making you feel good that he didn't realize how needy he was with his release, grinding and humping his hips covetously against your hand to get the delicious waves of friction. You continued to grope his cock and squeeze the thick length until he was a panting mess straddling above you, observing how his eyes shut close, and his body jerked forward when you rubbed his head with your nails.

"But—"

"No buts," You cut him off, tugging his sweatpants down to expose the thin briefs underneath, and your mouth immediately watered at how huge the outline was. "I want you to fuck me with your big cock, Hee."

He opened his eyes, and you noted the sudden shift in the way his jaw clenched, the initial soft feature of his shyness wholly replaced with a feral-like gaze that would swallow you whole behind his wispy bangs. He played with the soft cushion of your lower lip, piercing eyes studying how your lips parted to allow the finger to enter sensually.

"I'm not gonna go easy on you baby," He swallowed thickly once your tongue coated his thumb with saliva, putting a bit of pressure on the roof of your mouth. "You might scream at the top of your lungs once I'm in."

"Don't worry," You sucked on his thumb innocently while never breaking eye contact, which thrills him even more. "Maybe you'll find out in a second that I like it that way."

Heeseung always prides himself on self-control, but something about the sight of you holding his writs to push his thumb deeper into the cavern of your mouth, your big eyes looking up at him through your lashes as the wet sound of you sucking grew sloppy— something snapped when he realized the other figure present in the room.

It didn't register your mind when he shoved the familiar teddy bear close to your face.

"Wha—"

"You said you wanna cuddle with it, right?"

He roughly pulled down his sweatpants to expose his manhood, allowing it to stand tall in all its glory against his abdomen. He stroked his engorged cock to spread the precum from the pink head to the underside of his veins; his tight balls bounced with every knead until his length was nice and lubricated.

At the same time, his other arm pulled you swiftly by the ankle, resting one leg over his shoulder. You shudder as the cold air hits your core, wide open for him to see your pussy that was already glistening.

"I'll make sure you'll hold it tight, so you better don't let go." You hold the teddy bear tight to your chin, moaning when the male rubs his head against your clit and along your wet folds.

A broken moan erupted from your throat, eyes rolling to the back of your head when he pushed into your slit. No matter how many times he had fucked your hole, you couldn't get enough of how euphoric the initial stretch was, feeling his large and throbbing cock against your hot walls.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." That was all you could utter when he bottomed out. Before you could adjust, he began to thrust in and out of you at a fast tempo, disregarding any grace and showing the ravenous resolve he meant.

You dug your fingernails harder against the teddy bear, tears welling up at the inner corners of your eyes, feeling like he was splitting you apart from the inside the harder he thrust.

“Ah!—wait, it's too—"

"I told you, didn't I?" With one grip on the thigh of your anchored leg and the other on your hips to keep you in place, Heeseung continued to piston his hips forward, ensuring he went all the way in and out at a ruthless pace. "I won't go easy on you, princess."

Heeseung spills his drool right where his cock meets your slit, giving him more power to thrust in swiftly and out sharply. As much as you were enjoying him deep inside you, the male let out soft agonizing grunts as well; your walls spasmed over his wide girth until he felt lightheaded. You felt so good around him that he projected it with every merciless lunge to chase down his high selfishly.

He glanced down at you and almost laughed at how you held the teddy bear close to your face, muffling your moans and crying that the sight enamoured him.

"Scream it out, baby," He growled. The mattress deep down behind your back as he pushes hard to allow his swollen head to hit the deepest part of your pussy. "Tell your precious teddy bear how much my cock makes you feel good— how much I can fuck this tight little cunt until you can't walk."

Fuck, you were tightening up with every dirty spite he spilt.

"Hee—Heeseung—ahhh," You plead. The familiar heated knot grows, and your second orgasm hangs by a thread, throwing your head back with your mouth agape. "I'm—I'm so close!"

"That's it, baby. Cum for me." He coaxed.

Your surroundings instantly melted away, spatial perception slipping through the cracks, and all you could focus on was the mind-blowing release that spiralled in your body. A few seconds later, Heeseung came after a few more thrusts with a loud groan as he filled you up with his hot cum, fucking you through your orgasm slowly until you could feel the mixed sticky arousal oozing out to drip down your inner thighs.

He collapsed beside you, and you could tell how exhausted yet buzzing the experience was. As coherency slowly registered in your mind and the adrenaline pumping arrested into a soft hum, Heeseung pulled you into his embrace in silent bliss, caressing your back delicately.

At that moment, you would have never thought that your Christmas trip to visit your parents would end up like this, but it beats the cold and the fact that your little scheme to rile him up ended up between your love-making session.

Which makes you realize—

"I lied, by the way."

Heeseung turned his head to face you with a confused look.

"The teddy bear was not from my ex," You explained, observing how his eyebrow furrowed to understand. "I bought it when I was twelve during a garage sale for like two bucks."

His face fell immediately, realization seeping into him.

"You're a menace to society." He groaned, throwing the teddy bear you were holding across the room in embarrassment as your amused laugh only depended seeing the pink flush on his ears, making this Christmas holiday an unforgettable memory for the both of you.

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A Holiday Special: ➜ Heeseung

| ➜ Jay | ➜ Jake | ➜ Sunghoon |

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Hewo I know Halloween is over but may I have TADC cast x Jack Skellington!Reader? Plus their dog also got transported and turned into Zero.

Imagine an 11ft tall skeleton rising out the giant ballpit thing

If Jax or Caine pisses them off they do the scary face thing

TADC cast x jack skellington! Type reader!

I dont mention the dog much since I dont really. Have many ideas for them <\3

Also I have not seen nightmare before Christmas in YEARS so UHUH! This may be a bit off

Written on mobile

I'm down with the sickness but the sickness is not down with me (too sore to sleep)

CAINE:

You guys walk bubble and your dog together/j

Actually no that would be.. kind of funny.. I can definitely see caine doing that if hes trying to befriend you

Chaotic gentleman (is that a thing? Honestly I'm just basing the gentleman part on the fact caine says stuff like "my dear" and goes out of his way to welcome new circus members but uhuh) and calm gentleman duo

Things happen

Honestly I think you would balance him out, like either he tones down or you compliment his personality enough to make it more bearable to others

POMNI:

Similar to the skeleton reader post, pomni is a little offput by you being a skeleton. It's like how you instinctively get freaked out when you see an exposed brain, usually means somethings very wrong. Same case with your bones I think. At least for pomni while shes getting used to things. Though your gentle and kind demeanor really helps ease things along, and pomni finds herself comfortable around you!

AND you come with a dog? Tbh I can see pomni being a dog person

... If that's your dog, assuming it's not an NPC, does that mean your dog got a mini headset...?

RAGATHA:

Kind lady and kind person. You guys kind of just brighten up the room whenever you two are around, and even more so if you're together... though, that isn't saying much given the general attitude of the others..

You both tend to band together to look out for the others during IHAs, I think

Let's you rattle on about your interests; I'm sure most others would let you do the same, but I think Ragatha would actually be actively engaged in it! I think Kinger would be too...

Sets you three down in a corner and observes

JAX:

Writing this down first before I forget but Jax would do an exaggerated fake scream when you do the scary face thing. I don't think jax would be all the phased by it. If you're a skeleton you're cursed with him trying to undo your bones, very similar to the TADC cast x skeleton reader post from a few days ago

Personality wise? Jax is going to try to find your limits and break them. Oh you're a gentleperson who handles things with grace? Not for long.. unless you have the patience and forgiveness of a god

KINGER:

I think he would enjoy your prescence! Just dont do the face thing around him, hes probably gonna freak out even if it's not directed towards him. Kinger doesnt strike me as the type to like scary things..

Pets your dog, a lot

Emotional support animal/j but actually I can see him becoming attatched to your dog

Not much to be said here but I'm chalking that more up to me being tired <\3

ZOOBLE:

Is a little annoyed by your enthusiasm to learn as much as you can about whatever topic ha syour interest; bonus if you're current interest is the digital world and trying to figure out all the ins and outs of it

....they're more of a cat person, I think... ir maybe a snake person... or reptile person in general.. doesnt hate your dog, though

Can at least appreciate your mannerisms and politeness

I can see you two being decent friends , I think

GANGLE:

Another one where I think you guys could make decent friends. Honestly, I didnt write this to be romantic (though some of these can be interpreted as such!) But I wholeheartedly believe gangle would develop a crush on you. I mean, come on! You're a gentleman, you're a lil quirky, you're kind and curious, and so on! Bonus if you look the part, too. I have a hc lying around somewhere where I believe gangle used to play dating sims in the real world and tbh. She would definitely go after characters that reflected you... and oh look youre a real person, hell yeah

It was either characters like you or the dark mysterious ones

But maybe I'm hella projecting onto gangle

Gangle is our x reader enjoyer rep/hj

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #digital circus x reader #caine x reader #pomni x reader #ragatha x reader #jax x reader #kinger x reader #zooble x reader #gangle x reader

[lees-chaotic-brain]

I don't know if the soulmate event is still open (depends on your time zone, I guess), but if it's still open: purple (inumaki toge) with lilac (angst to fluff) #6 (flowers on your body where your soulmate got injured)

If you've already closed your requests, I'm sorry for bothering you! I just really like this event and am looking forward to reading all the stories (again 🙊)

Hi anon! My event was still open, so don't worry about it. I'm glad that you enjoyed the event so much. Thank you for giving my man inumaki some love (secretly, he's my fav)

Also, sorry this took so long. I was going through some serious creativity drought...

Hold You (Inumaki x Reader)

Word Count: 1.7k

CW: Blood, injury, panic attack, reader has female pronouns, angst to fluff, not proof read (as always)

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The first thing Inumaki does upon awakening is reach for you. Realizing your side of his bed was cold, he momentarily panicked before remembering that you had a mission early this morning.

With a little grumble and a pout, he snuggled further down into his blankets intending to sleep a little more before he had to get up.

But without you, staying in bed was no fun, so with reluctance he hauled himself out of bed and headed downstairs to find something to eat.

Mmm...maybe he could have his leftover onigiri from last night. He could probably heat up some miso soup too...and he was going to kill you.

Heartbroken, he gazed into the empty spot in the fridge that once housed his onigiri.

Instead, there was a pale pink post-it with the word "sorry" written on it in your handwriting.

After mourning the loss of his precious onigiri, he forlornly set about making himself a cup of tea.

As he reached to grab the tea bags from the top shelf he heard someone entering the kitchen. Grabbing the tea and turning, he realized that it was Maki.

"Konbu-"

He began to greet her but paused as he realized she was staring intently at the spot just above his waistband where a sliver of his skin had been exposed while he was reaching for the tea.

"Takana?"

He asked, worried and a little perplexed.

"Inumaki..."

"Tuna mayo?"

He asked, instantly on edge. It was rare for Maki to show this much concern.

Suddenly she surged at him and was tugging at his shirt with barely contained panic shining in her eyes.

"Your shirt. Take it off. You have to take it off. I need to see."

"Tu-"

"NOW!"

She bellowed, frantically lifting the hem when he didn't instantly move.

Staring at the giant petals slashed across his torso in vicious crimson swathes, the two froze.

"Your soulmate trait makes any injury she has appear on your body as flowers and vice versa, right?"

Exhaling shakily, she wasn't sure she wanted to hear the answer.

There was no response. She didn't need one either way - she was just confirming, but his lack of reaction concerned her.

"Inumaki-"

Taking a good look at his face, she realized he was frozen, pupils blown out as he quivered staring at the marks on his midriff.

"Hey-"

But he was gone. Tearing down the hall he headed towards Gojo's room. Gojo. He would be able to help. He would have to trust Maki to go get Shoko.

Slamming his shoulder into the wall as he made a sharp turn into the next corridor, he stumbled but kept going.

What if he was too late? God, he never should've let you go on this mission alone. You're a strong sorcerer, he knows that. Maybe even stronger than him. But if he isn't able to protect you, how can he call himself worthy of being your boyfriend. Of being your soulmate.

Tears pricked the back of his eyes as he burst into Gojo's room.

Looking up from his kikufuku, Gojo was greeted with one of his students tearing off his shirt.

"Whoa-whoa hold on now, it's a little early to be getting this frisky-"

He stopped seeing the flowers etched into Inumaki's skin.

In near hysterics, Inumaki pointed at his chest.

"Sujiko...Takana...She-"

He managed to get out between pants.

"Please."

Luckily, Gojo understood what he was trying to say. He had understood in sickening clarity the second he had seen the marks.

Something was about to steal the bright future of not just one, but two of his students. And he'd be damned if he let that happen.

Striding over and placing a hand on Inumaki's shoulder he spoke.

"It's going to be okay. We're going to go get her."

And with that, he teleported them off.

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Pain. Mind-numbing, nauseating pain. Pain was all you knew.

Crumpled against a wall on your back, you could vaguely hear Ichiji's worried voice calling your name as he searched for you.

For a split second, you registered a muted panic, unsure if your final attack had been enough to take out the special-grade, but then you realized that Ichiji wouldn't even be in here if the curse was still alive, because the veil would still be up.

Relief slowly drifted in among the fog clouding your brain. At least you got your job done.

As your blood leaked out and stained the concrete beneath you your hand slowly started slipping off the three violent gashes that had been clawed across your torso.

Clinging desperately to consciousness you fought to stay awake as your vision fuzzed with black.

Toge. You had to think of Toge. You couldn't do this to him. You had to hold on for him.

Your hand slid fully off your upper body and fell with a quiet splash into the puddle of blood surrounding you.

I'm so sorry Toge..."

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Appearing next to the black car that had transported you and Ichiji to the scene, Gojo and Inumaki instantly got to work searching for you. Following the sound of Ichiji's voice, they were eventually led to a frantic Ichiji calling your name as he stumbled across rubble. When he looked over and noticed the two of them he frantically waved them over.

"Thank god you're here!"

He exclaimed as he made his way to meet them.

"I don't know what happened! The veil went down so I assumed the curse was exorcized but when she didn't appear, I became worried and went to search for her. I still haven't found her though and I'm beginning to be quite concerned...."

"She'll be fine."

Gojo said confidently, waving away Ichiji's concerns.

"We'll find her, right Inumaki?"

Trying his best to ease the tightness in his chest and breathe, Inumaki nodded.

"Shake."

Splitting up they began searching, calling out your name. It would've been easier to track your cursed energy, but it appeared you'd fallen unconscious, so that was out of the question.

Minutes passed, and with each one Inumaki found it harder and harder to breathe. He began to fear the worst, and images of your beautiful body mangled and broken flashed in his mind's eye.

Finally he found you. But instead of feeling better, the sight he was greeted with only kicked his oncoming panic attack up a couple notches.

Blood. There was so much blood. Crashing to his knees, he attempted to put pressure on the gashes clawed across your torso. Wait, when did he even get to your side? Dimly he heard a high pitched keening sound, not unlike a dying animal.

It wasn't until hands pulled him off you that he realized that the sound was coming from him. Or that blood was dripping from his mouth because he had been using his cursed speech to attempt to command you to wake up, to stay with him.

He cried out and tried to throw himself back over you. They couldn't touch you! Didn't they understand? You were hurt! But the same hands from before gripped his shoulders and held him back as Gojo teleported you off to Shoko.

"She'll be okay son."

Nanami murmured into his ear. When had he gotten here?

"She'll be okay, just calm down. Take a breath."

Listlessly staring at the puddle of blood that you had been lying in, he allowed Nanami to gently pull him away and guide him back to the car waiting to drive them back to the campus.

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When they arrived back on campus Inumaki was out of the car and tearing off towards the infirmary before it had even fully stopped.

Bursting into the room, the door hit the wall with a bang, causing everyone in it to look up.

“Toge?”

You asked, sitting up a little straighter as Shoko finished up examining you.

Frozen in the doorway, he stared at you, hesitant to believe that you were okay after witnessing the gory aftermath of your injuries.

Lowering the t-shirt you had been changed into, Shoko patted your shoulder and advised you to take it easy before standing.

“C’mon Gojo. Get out of here. Give the two some privacy.”

Shoko herded Gojo out, shutting the door behind them. Then the two of you were alone in the quiet room.

The quiet sound of you sniffling filled the room.

“I-I’m so sorry.”

You cried quietly as you wiped your tears with the palms of your hands.

“I’m so sorry I worried you because I wasn’t strong enough. I was so scared. I thought I was going to die. I thought I was never going to see you again…”

A choked sound escaped Inumaki as he took a hesitant step forwards. You looked up at him, your tear-filled eyes making his own fill.

“Can you come here and hold me?”

You asked, extending your arms.

And that was all you needed to say. He barreled into you, mindful of your injuries as he nuzzled his face into the crook of neck and relished in the feeling of having you in his arms again.

“Sorry.”

He sobbed, pressing kisses to your pulse point.

“Sorry.”

He repeated, unable to say anything else for fear of hurting you with his cursed speech.

“No, why are you sorry?”

Your tears trailed down your face, dripping off your chin and mixing with his before staining your shirt.

“You didn’t do anything-”

I couldn’t protect you.

He traced the words into the palm of your hand. 

“Of course you couldn’t!”

You exclaimed, thumping him lightly on the back.

“You weren’t even on the mission with me, dummy! How could you have? Plus, it’s not your responsibility to protect me. That’s not your job as my boyfriend. All I ever asked of you is to hold me like you are now, and to love me.”

You buried your face in his hair, inhaling deeply.

“Stop blaming yourself. Just stay with me like this for a while, okay?”

Nodding, he snuggled further against you.

That’s right. Everything was okay. You were okay. Everything would always be okay.

As long as you were holding him.

And he was holding you.

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#lee's brain writes #lee's 1 year anniversary event #jjk x reader #inumaki toge x reader #angst to fluff #jjk x female reader #inumaki x female reader