#Something possessed me in the middle of this but AHH

[jinkiezzsstuff]

Hello! Can I plz request Alastor x Doe! Reader where he meets Charlie's best friend who's the reader and becomes possessive over her, maybe his instincts tell him to mark the reader as his mate. The reader is a white doe. :)

Yessss i love this idea teehee i maybe got carried away and also i unintentionally made this sort gender neutral and a teeny tiny speck of smut, i hope that’s okay if not it’s at the very end so it’s skipable, hopefully i did your idea justice and hope you enjoy!! thank you so much for this xx

At first sight

PART TWO PART THREE

Word count: 3.5K

Warnings: SMUT 18+, doe reader only describes white ears tail and pink nose rest is ambiguous, possibly corny ahh dialogue, love at first sight kinda trope, angel/hellborn reader, slightly OOC Al y’know smut love, reader cooks, biting & briefly blood, penetrative sex, reader makes deal with al to give themselves to him, swearing, NOT PROOFREAD I think that’s it lmk if i missed anything!!

Charlie ran manically around the hotel, fixing various things and studying the entire building under a microscope to ensure it looked its best. Zipping her way to the lobby, she caught the gaze of Angel Dust, who was in the middle of sucking down a frozen popsicle.

“Be nice today! Look your best, oh oh! No porn on the TV!” Charlie shouted rushed and frazzled as she came up beside Angel to fluff out the couch cushions. Husk watched silently ears zeroed in on the conversation unwillingly, focusing mainly on Angel. “Geez toots, what’s got your feathers in a bunch?”

Angel smiled amused by Charlies odd demeanour. “My best friend since, like, forever is coming here today! To see the hotel!” Charlie exclaimed lurching forward to grip Angels shoulders. Smirking at her Angel continued to suck on the popsicle. “So what, is this broad special or something?”

Charlie leaned back pulling her hands down her face, an exasperated groan crawling out from her throat. “Yes! Her mother was friends with my mom when they first came to hell, her mom ended up falling for a hell spawn and we born around the same time,” Charlie explained ringing her hands while pacing.

“She’s my best friend we grew up together, i’m worried she won’t like what i’m doing here.” Charlie finally confessed with a sigh, her body deflating as she herself came to terms with the fact she was afraid. Vaggie lingering in the background finally approached Charlie sticking her hand out to message her arm comfortingly. “I’m sure it’ll be fine toots! Plus she’s a born sinner! Ain’t no way anything here’s gonna be shocking her.”

Despite her worry she could admit Angel Dust was right, AND you’re her best friend there’s no way you’d be unnecessarily cruel to her dreams, you were always supportive and imaginative along with her. Smiling down at Angel, Charlie then plopped down beside him, resting her hooves after hours of hecticily running around. “You’re right Angel, thank you.” Angel hummed out an arrogant ‘you’re welcome’ while Vaggie circled the couch leaning over the back of it.

“So how long has it been since you’ve seen them?” Vaggie asked poking Charlie’s cheek. Looking away she counted on her fingers before turning to look at Vaggie. “Four years, they stayed with me while I tried getting over the absence of my mom; they live in wrath though and eventually went back.” Clapping her hands Charlie stood from the couch her brief moment of hoof rest over, the three sinners watching as she muttered to herself about everyone being on their best behaviour while walking off, clearly the talk only did a little to hush her nerves.

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Standing outside the hotel doors your ears twitched at the sounds coming from beyond it, it’s clear as day that Charlie was instructing people to behave, be nice, and- not show you porn? Suddenly the door opened startling you slightly but that quickly wore off when you were greeted by the joyous face of your best friend Charlie. Tugging you into a bear hug, Charlie squealed about how excited she was, you naturally fell into her giving her a warm tight hug right back.

“I am so glad you’re here! I’m so happy to see you!” Charlie exclaimed pulling back and examining you. You hadnt seemed to change much to Charlie, the white tail you had wagged behind you happily, your equally platinum ears relaxed occasionally twitching at the sounds around you, your pink deer like nose that was perfectly contrasted with your skin colour.

It was clear you were half an angel, and Charlie lemented, when you two were younger, that she was jealous you had a more animalisitc appearance in comparison to her, but you reminded her that it didn’t matter because she was still as gorgeous as ever. “I’m so glad to be here! I was starting to think you’d never end up inviting me.” You laugh warmly.

Charlie beckoned you inside linking your arms together, the two of you walked inside. Vaggie was punctuated and ready to great you as you came further into the room. “Hi, I’m Vaggie-“ Vaggie was cut off promptly by Charlie who excitedly pulled her into a bear hug, cheek to cheek. “My girlfriend!” Charlie finished with a shout.

Your ivory tail flicked behind you happily as you grinned. “Holy shit! You’ve got a girlfriend? Damn we really need to catch up! Its so nice to meet you Vaggie.” You smile shaking her hand as she stuck it out, Vaggie only nodded smiling seemingly quite reserved.

After some rushed introduction of those around the room including Husk, Angel, Nifty, and Sir Pentious, Charlie took you to your room to settle in. Closing the door behind the two of you Charlie watched as you laid your suit cases down by the bed, unzipping them and pulling out your clothing. “Sooo,” Charlie trailed hands tucked behind her back as she wandered around the vacant room.

“You remember Alastor right? The radio demon?” Charlie questioned, sounding suspicious. Looking up from your folded laundry you quirked a brow fearing where this might be heading. “Yes… i do.” You say slowly, fixing your posture waiting for her to turn to you, but she seemed rather interested in the wallpaper. “Well… y’know… this hotel takes a lot…. and when i first started…” Charlie trailed off gazing out the open window, stepping towards her you carefully placed a hand on her shoulder.

Looking at you she knew there was no sense in keeping such a prominent part of the reason this hotel was possible secret. “Alastors here, he helped since the start. He hasn’t asked for anything in return and he’s already fought for us!” Charlie spat the words out so fast you barely had time to comprehend. You and her were raised around each other meaning you had the same interactions with many of the princes’, sins, and hellborn, but human overlords were always were more…. well they weren’t used to power and immortality so they often over did it, Alastor was no different from what you were aware of.

“Are you sure having him is a good idea? Does your dad know?” Charlie nodded confirming her dad did know. “Yeah he doesn’t know who Al is, and to be fair none of us did! I promise he’s not that bad. Give him a chance?” You hummed looking away as she looked to you, you didn’t want to upset her by the discomfort that would be evident in your eyes. You didn’t enjoy brawls and fights, and you fear the demon would initiate that.

“Well i suppose i could trust him if you do, but i am skeptical; you’re always seeing the light in demons, even when it’s not there.” You laughed out recalling some things of the past that ended poorly because of a Charlie’s trust in certain sinners. And though at times foolish it was still an admirable trait and you aspired to be as kind hearted as she could be. “Where’s the guy anyways?” You asked after a short moment of pondering.

Charlie shrugged looking as if she was trying to recount the day. “Well he did say he had a meeting with Rosie,” She muttered quietly, although you didn’t know who Rosie was, you didn’t bother questioning it instead you pat Charlie on the shoulder, telling her that you’d like to get some rest, and you’d worry about Alastor later.

And so you spent a bit of time unpacking your things and settling down, you always preferred to be more in touch with the animalistic parts of yourself so your belongings held a lot of earthy aesthetics to them. Sitting on your bed, stripped of the hotels sheets and remade with your own, you opened your laptop and began typing.

You had forgotten about Alastor for the most part but you remember Charlie brining it up as he began his tyranny after his death. Charlie had always been pretty involved with her people, mainly focusing her energy on human sinner so you weren’t surprised that she knew of him, you were however surprised she was so willing to let him in when he massacred her people.

After a few minutes of light research about the demon, you established with how long he was gone perhaps he would be willing to change however you’d keep up your guards just to be sure.

~

Humming to himself Alastor got ready for the day, though he rarely slept he did occasionally get into evening outfits if he was staying in. He fixed his hair, ensuring not a hair was out of place and with a finally dust of his sleeves, he materialized his microphone and trotted his way out of his room.

A new scent hit him the minute he got to the staircase, the reaction was instantaneous, his ears perked, his tail stiffened thank the hellions no one was around to witness his discomfort, because it was evident. Fixing his posture, and his smile, he pretended nothing was up and continued his way downstairs. He greeted Husk as usual, and like usual Husk only grunted at the demon.

Making his way into the kitchen Alastor was stunted in place by the sight in front of him. There you stood deer tail wagging, singing along to music as you mixed a bowl of who knows what together. Alastor observed you quietly as ever, and definitely not checking you out because that would be rude- however your tail was very much distracting.

Clearing his throat the static spitting out behind his voice, you jumped slightly at the sound of him, looking over your shoulder to where he stood at the kitchen entry. The two of you simply stared at each other for a moment, the song in the background seemingly quieter than before, as if the two of you were in your own little zone.

Alastor couldn’t describe the gravitational pull he had toward you, he would’ve been a fool to deny your beauty, but he’d never had issue admitting when a demon or person was beautiful, it didn’t matter to him, so he couldn’t grasp why you seemed to have an immediate effect on him.

You too felt similarly gawking at the sight of him, i mean you’d never seen pictures of him, only art or depictions, which really didn’t do him any good. You were honestly a little embarrassed, you thought he was incredibly handsome, contrary to your beliefs prior to this moment, and you felt a little silly to suddenly feel like going back on your apprehension about him simply because of how attractive he was.

Deciding to finally break the intense yearning gaze the two of you held, Alastor perked up stepping close to you swinging his hand out to shake. “Alastor darling, pleasure to meet you, quite the pleasure.” Going unnoticed by you, Alastor’s voice involuntarily dropped lower, making it come out more sultry than he’d ever done during an introduction. Of course Alastor was aware it wasn’t his normal voice and wondered why the hell he decided to modify his tone to come out as seductive as it did; was it just by nature?

“I’m YN, Charlie’s best friend. I don’t know if you knew i was staying but i am, surprise! Heh,” You say a little nervously sticking out your hand but quickly retracting it, as it was covered in dough. “I’m making bread and breakfast, do you like french toast?” You finish finally gaining the courage to meet his gaze properly.

His eyes were lidded, and he looked down at you only with his eyes keeping his head forward, which made you feel some type of way. He had such a big presence, height aside, that would make anybody on the receiving end of his heated gaze, shrink. “I suppose i wouldn’t mind a little bite to eat, tell me little doe, how do you make such a meal?”

Of course Alastor knew what french toast was, but he’d much prefer to play stupid so he could listen to you speak, and have you look up at him so deliciously. “Well, i’m making some homemade no yeast bread, and then i’m gonna do the egg and frying, normally i mix some cinnamon and honey in, but i might not since i don’t know what you guys like. A lot of people put syrup, but i can’t stand it; too sticky.” You explained mixing all of your ingredients, turning to him you smiled.

“Would you mind greasing the pan for me, please?” Alastor nearly purred at you with how you requested his help he would’ve bent himself backwards if it meant you’d ask him like that again. The way these emotions hit him in the gut; the undeniable feeling of desire he was trying to fight against was incredibly intense and oddly, he liked it. “Of course my dear, whatever you wish, i shall see to.” With the snap of his fingers his hair had been pulled back, suit jacket gone, leaving him in only his white button up, and a pink apron.

Shamessly your eyes roamed his figure watching as he began to grease the pan with his hand. His eyes still lidded and smile relaxed. You enjoyed how he stood tall and relaxed, and it was only now when you caught a peek of his red tail that you realized; “You’re a deer?”

Alastor paused momentarily, eyes lazily difting toward you. He didn’t mind that you saw his tail, and he was a little surprised you lacked to notice he was a deer. “What did you think i was sweetheart?” Alastor exclaimed his entertainment persona peeking through as he did. You peeled your eyes away feeling a little bad for staring at him, instead you focused on placing the bread into the bow greased pan before responding. “Maybe a fox, but to be honest i didn’t think too much about it.”

Alastor hummed in agreement, watching as you placed the bread in to the oven. There weren’t many does Alastor has seen, many bucks but does were more of a rarity. The two of you made breakfast, bantering about things here and there and getting to know one another.

“What’s earth like?” You asked watching him prepare dough for beignets which he insisted you tried as it was a lousiana breakfast staple- but also because he wanted to have you to himself just a bit longer, and show off his cooking skills. “What do you mean dear?” Alastor questioned brows furrowed slightly, but his inquiry came soft with no judgement. “I’m not human, moms an angel, dad was one of the few hell borns that kinda just popped up, we don’t know where he went to though, anyways i’ve never seen the earth.”

Now that, was news to him. He suspected you were something special based off the tugging feeling he had toward you, but being a literal angel wasn’t something he would’ve bet on, but should’ve guessed on. Without a worry in his mind, Alastor happily told you about his home in new orleans, what it was like being a radio host, how in got into voodoo, how he new some cajun french, as well as his mother.

Leaning on the counter head rested on his hand, looking at you dreamily while the beignets fried. “My mother was an angel, she was my biggest supporter at the time, the reason i kept pushing. I have the upmost respect for mothers like mine.” You, as equally lost in the dream like bliss Alastors presence brought you, smiled at his story’s ogling at the man who spoke so highly of his mom. “That’s the sweetest Alastor, I wish i could’ve met the woman who made you into such a gentlemen.” You flirt subtly gently patting his arm.

Alastor hummed a lovesick smile on his face his tail wagging happily behind him as the two of you continued to yap. Tails syncing with the way they swayed unnoticed by you two as you lost yourselves in eachother, also going unnoticed was Charlie giddy as could be, in the background jumping up and down. Slipping away to Vaggie, Charlie gripped her like she was her life line. “YN and Alastor are totally going to get together! Ahh!” Charlie squealed shaking a limp Vaggie back and forth.

~

“Mhm Alastor please please please,” You chant wrapped tightly around the demons waist, as he pressed you up against your dresser. After a full day of being alongside Alastor the tension snapped between you two, although it took a few things to get there. First Angel hitting on you right after breakfast, it made Alastor seethe the symbols and static materializing as he watched Angel hit on you. It made Alastor realize such a sweet doe like you must be marked, can’t have other buck or demon filth thinking they can just put there hands on you.

The second thing that egged him on was when the two of you went for a stroll together, and while in a store witnessed a demon repeatedly harass you while you simply tried to pick out a dress! Alastor apologized for the blood shed, but he professed he needed to obliterate that demon to protect you and that would be the only time he would ever put you in a position to see such things. Which made your heart flutter, you felt the desire to have him protect you, it’s not like you couldn’t do it yourself but it made you weak in the knees to have a demon like Alastor jumped to protect you.

Thrusting into you needily, Alastor growled like a mad man his hand climbing up your body to grab your cheeks gently fixing your gaze up to him. “You’re mine,” Static laced his tone as he hissed out at you, pushing his body flush to yours. Moaning like a whiny porn star, you nodded in your head in a daze. “My mate,” He muttered again breathing deeply as he clenched his teeth.

Reaching your hands up to grab his antlers that sprout, you couldn’t help the way your body shook and the way you lewdly moaned. You felt so electrified and couldn’t contain the pleasure Alastor was making you feel. “Please Al, I love it so good,” You whined against his lips, his smile closed and strained as his lips brushed against yours, your breath tickling him as you whined.

Smashing your lips together Alastor picked up the pace feeling like a wild animal. He wanted you, forever, he wanted you to be his one and only, his only doe. Making himself hornier with the thought of having you all to himself his static crackled loudly as he thought up something mischievous. Pulling back from your heated kiss, you whined begging him to kiss you, touch you and fuck you, smiling at you in your disheveled state, a green huge suddenly engulfed the room.

The two of you lit up like neon as symbolize shined in the background. “Give yourself to me little doe, be my mate for entirety and the world is yours, anything you or your friends want i will give you. I can’t let such a thing like you go, i need you.” Alastor statically said, it sounded quite ominous but you were too horny to pick up on that, you could only pay attention to the need you had between your legs and in your heart. Alastor wanted you to be his forever, linked to you for eternity. Perhaps it was the fact that you were both deer that you two had this simultaneous connection, but regardless you couldn’t care you just wanted him back as much as he wanted you.

Thrusting yourself upward into him, you gripped his hand, while clenching down on him at the same time. “Yes, always i’m yours only; it’s a deal.” You moaned. Growling demonically Alastors green disputes like electricity, escaping this room and flowing through the hotel like wave. Feeling his heart bloom Alastors ears clipped back as he jackhammered into you, the dresser slamming against the wall while you squealed a little giggle bubbling out from how needy he became. That giddiness left as a violent hot mass washed over you, screaming out a moan you clutched Alastor, singing out his name through moans of appreciation as he coaxed you with praises through your orgasm.

It shook your body, and soon after Alastor came to a halt inside you, biting down hard on your neck. You moaned his name, not even feeling pain as he sunk his teeth into you down to the gum. After a few moments of licking up your blood he pulled away gazing into your fucked out eyes. As you were about to tell Alastor that you needed to figure out why you were both so suddenly connected, Charlie bolted in.

“YOU MADE A DEA- FUCK IM SORRY!” Within the span of two seconds Charlie had two separate panic attacks, one because she saw the green deal making light shoot through the hotel while you were alone with Al, and the second right after she closed to door from seeing the two of you intertwined at the hips.

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[alastor-simp]

Ciel Phantomhive and Sebastian Michaelis Reacting to a reader who sings like Japanese singer “Ado”

Deciding to try doing another fandom, so I’m gonna do black butler. Only doing Sebby and Ciel since I’m more in tune on how to write them compared to the other characters. Gonna continue the Ado series with them too. I know that this was the Victorian Era so they didn't have stuff like Youtube, so I'm gonna try to change it a bit, and not include that. Enjoy everyone :)

Ciel Phantomhive♟️

♟️Ciel had many duties to attend to as he was the head of Phantomhive manor along with being the Queen’s Watchdog. Apart from filling out paperwork for his company, he had many hobbies that Sebastian help teach him like hunting or playing the violin.

♟️He had met you by Lizzy, as she had found you during one of her strolls in London. You were a frail little thing, but you had a certain amount of skills, so Ciel decided to hire you as a maid for the manor. Hopefully your skills you be much better then the other three. You were a fast learner, and quickly adapted to life at the manor. Both him and Sebastian were impressed with how well you handle your tasks.

♟️Ciel was on his way back to his office when he heard the sound of someone singing. Curious, he headed to wear the sound was coming from and made his way over to one of the rooms which had the door slightly open. Ciel peeked in and saw you in the middle of the room, leaning against the window. You had just finished up dusting the area and decided to take a small break, and while in your break, you started singing as it was something you loved to do.

♟️Once you finished, you heard the sound of clapping and turned to see Lord Phantomhive, leaning against the door with a small smile on his face. “Ahh, Young Master, I was just um-”, you were flustered and tried to explain yourself, but Ciel just put his hand up, which made you stop talking

♟️ “I am not upset with you, y/n. I’m very surprised actually. You never told me you could sing.” Ciel said as he walked closer towards you, standing next to the window. You went on to explain to him that you always loved singing, but you had a slight problem with revealing yourself to everyone as you preferred keeping your identity hidden.

♟️Ciel listened to you and he smiled softly, walking closer to you and grabbed your hand, holding it tightly. He said that you were very talented and should pursue what you loved doing instead of working as a maid. You would still live in the manor, but he would do everything he can to support you in anyway. He knew that hiding your identity would be a challenge, but he assume that maybe a mask would be beneficial to hide your identity.

♟️After that, Ciel would host events at the manor where he would have you perform in front of all of the guests. Everyone was blown away by you that all of the nobles were gossiping about who you were. Pretty soon, you were getting requests to perform at theaters and balls. Everyone was referring to you as the mysterious singer since no one could see your face when you performed, but no one really question it.

♟️Ciel was happy for you that you were achieving your dreams and he was glad to assist in any way with events. He also would like to know what was the new song you were working on, as he was feeling giddy, but he tried to tried to hide it to avoid teasing from Sebastian.

♟️His favorite song that you sang was a cover you did called " Crime & Punishment". He wasn't familiar with that genre of music, but he did enjoy it, and loved how high you went with certain notes in the song.

Sebastian Michaelis😈

😈Sebastian had many duties to fulfill for his young master. There was many tasks he had to play, playing his role as a butler for the manor while also serving as the demon contractor/protector for the young masters soul. Tasks like this for a human would be difficult, but for Sebastian it was nothing.

😈Since Sebastian as been around for a long time, he possessed many talents and skills, ranging from speaking Latin, horseback riding, and playing certain instruments. He was tasked with teaching the young master these things as he was the Lord of Phantomhive manor, though his skills for the violin needed a lot of work.

😈Sebastian had met you during one of his strolls in London. He was on his way back from receiving supplies, when he passed an alley and saw you being held against the wall by three men, with knives. Ahh humans, always so greedy that they would resort to stealing from a young maiden. It all happen so quick, one second you were being threatened by these guys for money then all of a sudden, all three of the men ended being knocked out, and a tall handsome man wearing a suit was in front of you. You thanked him for helping you, and went out of your way to say you were looking for a place to work, to which led you to being introduce to Ciel Phantomhive and becoming a maid for the manor.

😈Sebastian noticed that you were nothing like the other three workers, as you didn't possess any secret skills, but he did appreciate how quick you were to learn and perform your tasks at the manor. There was something about you that drew you to him, he wasn't sure what it was, but he figured there was more too you then just being a regular human.

😈Upon leaving the young masters study after serving him his afternoon tea, Sebastian started to make his way back to the kitchen to prepare the evening meal, and to make sure Bard wasn't using the flamethrower again. He stopped once he heard the sounds of someone singing nearby. Curious, he ventured closer to where the singing was coming from, and noticed that one of the doors was opened slightly. Peeking his head through the door, Sebastian saw you in the middle of the room, dusting one of the shelves, while singing a random melody.

😈"Oya, this human is very interesting", Sebastian thought as he entered the room slowly as not to disturb your singing. Upon turning around after you finished dusting, you dropped the feather duster in shock and covered your mouth as you realized Sebastian was in the room and heard you singing: "S-sebastian! U-um I was um-." Stumbling over your words, you were unable to explain anything to him, and quickly ducked your head down in embarrassment. Chuckling, Sebastian walked closer towards you, lifting your head by placing his fingers on your chin: "Your singing is quite beautiful, Y/N. How come you never told me or the young master you could sing?"

😈Looking away from his gorgeous eyes, you explained to him that you always loved singing, but you preferred to sing in private, or sing where no one could tell it was you. You apologized again if you had distracted him from his duties, but Sebastian just shook his head and smiled saying there was no need to apologize for something like this, but he still wondered why you decided to work as a maid and not a singer.

😈After that, Sebastian explained what had happened with the young master about your hidden talents and insisted in a plan that could benefit both his company and your dream. Ciel was surprised that Sebastian had taken an interest in you, but he didn't think to hard on it and listened to what plan Sebastian had in mind.

😈The both of them discussed the plan with you to be a private singer for the Funtom company. Whenever they would travel to an event for one of the other lords, they would have you there to sing and entertain the guests with your beautiful singing, in disguise of course as you were insistent that you wanted your appearance hidden from everyone. Word spread quickly over the streets of London about the mysterious singer of the Funtom company, including reaching the Queen herself as she was amazed by this singer and sent a letter to Lord Phantomhive herself, requesting the mysterious singer to attend the next ball/event she would plan.

😈Sebastian was quite pleased with how well things were going. Not only was the young masters company becoming extremely popular now, but also you were able to do what you loved which was sing. Of course, Sebastian had to make sure your needs were met and made sure you were not overworking yourself too much as what kind of butler would he be if he didn't provide the best care for you.

😈His favorite song of yours is "Domestic De Violence" . He finds the melody to be very beautiful and finds the lyrics to be very manipulating, but in a good way for him.

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[kitthepurplepotato]

Chapter 9 - A bubbly experience 🫧

Summary: Katsuki acts like a good fucking husband. That’s the summary.

Warnings: swear words, Reader and Katsuki are sharing a bath naked, mentions of being aroused but no smut at all. They only kiss. Pinky promise.

16+ but let’s make it 18+ for safety.

First Chapter Master List

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Ahh. The sun is up already. You really fucking hate existing right now. Being in this condition is already bad enough, but the mornings are the worst of it all; waking up feels like coming back from hell after going through 300 different kinds of torture.

“Just end my suffering.” You mumble to yourself, completely forgetting that you are not alone.

“It’s five fucking AM, shut the fuck up.” Comes the sweet answer from your side; Katsuki’s hair tickles the back of your neck as he snuggles into you as much as he can, probably trying to cancel out the light and the noise at the same time. His arms tighten around your middle possessively, pulling you as close as humanly possible, absolutely ignoring the fact that there are some parts of him that you weren’t completely ready to feel at “five fucking AM” in the morning as Katsuki would say. “You need somethin’? Water? Toilet? Anythin’?” He mumbles after his mind caught up with the situation. People can say whatever they want about Katsuki being a terrible boyfriend material, but those people don’t fucking see him all soft and mushy and caring and affectionate….

“Nah, I have everything I need right here.” You stroke his hands sitting on your belly with a lovesick smile on your face.

“That was so fucking cheesy.” Katsuki GIGGLES and takes a deep breath, his nose deep in your hair. “You smell like shit.” He snorts, but you can feel that he’s still smiling.

“Stop smelling me then, weirdo.”

“Nah, I love it.” Katsuki grins. Your heart skips a beat.

Honestly. This man is something else. You kinda want to go on a gossip site and leave an anonymous message about Dynamight’s soft side. The fan girls would eat that shit up for sure.

“You will be the death of me.” You mumble into your sheets with a red face.

“I’m literally keeping you alive right now.” Katsuki retorts proudly. “Now shut up and sleep, I’m not ready for this shit.”

“What shit?” You ask, confused.

“Living.”

Fair deal.

Early morning conversations with Katsuki are certainly your new favorite things in the whole world.

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“Wake up, you lazy shit.” Katsuki grumbles, clearly annoyed. The lovely scent of freshly brewed coffee hits your nose and that’s enough for you to have the energy to open your eyes and lean towards the lovely scent; you kinda resemble those dogs smelling bacon while they sleep in those funny videos on YouTube but you can’t be bothered to be ashamed of yourself right now; being in this condition is already enough of an embarrassment anyway. “I brought your breakfast in today but I hate when people eat in bed so this is the last time, got it?”

“Yes, boss!” You take the coffee from Katsuki’s hands automatically, but he takes it away with a disappointed look on his face.

“Did you really forget why I’m bringing you breakfast to bed?”

“Because you love me?” You answer self-deprecatingly.

Katsuki only sighs.

“What’s the time?” He mumbles. Well, that’s a really stupid question to ask right now, but okay; you reach towards the nightstand to check your phone. Surprisingly, the device stays in your hand for quite a long time before your arms give in and the phone falls into your lap.

“Oh. Yeah. I forgot about that for a second.”

You are such an idiot sometimes, honestly. Being in love really makes you stupid.

“How are you feelin’?” Katsuki mumbles as he slowly sits down next to you with the tray of food. It looks phenomenal, just like everything Katsuki makes.

“You worry too much, Kats.” You smile at the hero but he only rolls his eyes at that.

“I ain’t worried, you would even survive the fucking plague. I just don’t want a coffee stain on my mattress, that’s all.”

“Sure.” You giggle to yourself while Katsuki slowly feeds you the pancakes even thought you are quite sure your arms work just enough to take the fork and feed yourself, even if it would be a bit slow.

For some weird reason, Katsuki looks content. He cuts the pancake into small pieces, prolonging the whole thing like he wants to enjoy this for longer than it’s needed, he tilts the coffee mug gently and slowly as he lets you drink the super sweet caramel coffee he made just for you and when the food is gone he makes sure there isn’t a single stain on your face by wiping your lips with a napkin but the touch feels so gentle, it feels like a caress; Katsuki acts the opposite of his usual self but somehow, it feels more genuine than his angry grumbles. After breakfast, Katsuki asks you to stay in bed while cleans up the mess; he comes back a few minutes later, his face determined; whatever he’s about to say the only acceptable answer is YES.

To be fair, that’s fine. It’s not like there is anything you wouldn’t do for this man…

“Your smelly ass is gonna have a bath and I’ll help.”

… Nevermind. Scratch that.

“Fuck no.”

Wait, wait, wait. You haven’t even seen each other naked yet. You haven’t even… well… you haven’t done the deed or anything like that, the most intimate thing between you two was when you touched the hem of his boxers at his parent’s house and he absolutely hated it. You are still not completely over the fact that he hated it, by the way. You understand why, but it still hurts like a bitch! There is no way you can get naked in front of him and…

“Fuck yes.” Katsuki retorts. “The bath is ready and it’s super bubbly, so I won’t see shit. Come on.”

The blonde acts like a stubborn dad, his arms already under your armpits to pull you up.

“Katsuki, put me down, I need a moment.” You yelp as he puts you on his shoulders like a sack of potatoes, barely listening to your anxious retorts.

“The more you think about it the worst it’s gonna be. Let’s get over with this. You trust me, don’t you?”

That was a fucking low-blow. Emotional manipulation, that is. Fuck’s sake.

You know you are freaking out over nothing; you are both adults and both heroes, full of scars that will never fade. He knows how you look like under all the oversized clothing; fuck, Katsuki have kissed most of your scars in his room right before you two made your way to meet Katsuki’s parents. It’s just…

This is not how you wanted him to see you for the first time. You are not a romantic person and you definitely had a hunch Katsuki isn’t either so you kinda imagined your first time to happen out of the blue, hands wondering a bit too far, unable to stop and then things just happen… you thought the first time he sees you naked will be the time you two decide to take the next step; when you are too busy and too excited to really take in the sight. Somehow, this whole situation makes you feel so fragile and insecure, it actually clouds your mind enough you almost make the blonde stumble as you reach out for the door frame to make him stop.

Coming here was a mistake. A big fucking one at that.

Katsuki sighs but he doesn’t let go yet; he strokes your back soothingly, silent for a moment then slowly takes a step forward until your arms give in and hands falls, your whole body giving in to the fatigue. A sweet scent fills your lungs when you take a deep breath; cinnamon, caramelized sugar with a citrusy undertone; it smells like Katsuki but not really; the scent is more fresh than Katsuki’s usual scent and it’s much stronger.

“If you really don’t want to, I’ll put you back to bed.” Katsuki’s confidence clearly wavers as he puts you down on the toilet seat. He hands you your toothbrush, not even trying to force you to do anything anymore; the guy looks heartbroken to be honest, and you absolutely hate seeing him like this and you hate the fact that YOU made him feel like this even more. You quickly wash your teeth while Katsuki stands by the door, clearly in his own little world, probably deciding between leaving or staying. He takes one step forward and one step back, just how he did yesterday when he wasn’t sure if sleeping together was okay or not.

For you, it was so obvious that it’s okay yet he still managed to waver and overthink the whole situation; Bakugou Katsuki might look like an over-confident asshole but deep inside he’s just as uncertain as you are.

You spit out the toothpaste and Katsuki appears by your side right away; he takes the toothbrush from you, cleans your mess up without a single retort and he’s just about to leave the room when your mind finally clears out enough to see how stupid you are being right now.

“Can you stay? I want you to stay.” You mumble into the awkward silence; your cheeks feel burning hot so you are quite sure your whole face is as red as a tomato, but it doesn’t really matter right now. “I want to try and get in alone. I feel like I’m not as weak as I thought I’ll be, which is a good sign but I want to be sure. Will you catch me if I fall?”

“Of course, you idiot.” Katsuki mumbles but he doesn’t roll his eyes this time. He turns away and closes his eyes, probably listening to his surroundings so he can catch you without even looking; his face is determined like he’s about to fight the final boss blind and seeing him like this makes you feel so many things at once; adoration, gratitude, pure love and trust towards the person who’s willing to do all of this for his girlfriend of a few weeks without a single nasty retort. Bakugou Katsuki is not a person who wills to shape himself to fit anyone’s expectations, not even All Might’s, yet here he is, soft and pliant, only an arms length away, listening, understating and trying his best to do what makes you feel the most comfortable in this fucked up situation. You are sure this is not how he wanted this to go either; he also had to have his own daydreams about the day you two tear down another wall between you, but he doesn’t complain, doesn’t say a word, just goes with the flow and let’s you take over, even if it kills him inside.

If you didn’t know Katsuki’s words were true before, you definitely know the truth now; he wouldn’t do any of this if he wouldn’t love you as much as you love him. The realization hits you like a truck and butterflies erupt in your chest as you slowly take your shirt off, then your pajama pants until you shakily stand, completely naked, right next to the bath tub. You sit down on the rim, take in the sight of the thick layer of bubbles, one of your hands playing around with them while the other hides your breasts. You take another deep breath and move your leg into the tub, followed by the other; the bath is a little too hot but at least it burns away the remaining of your anxiety.

“Fuck, I made it in. Alone. On the first day.” You mumble excitedly while you try to make a little wall in front you with the bubbles in the bath. “This is huge, Katsuki. I might be able to be a hero again.” You don’t even realize you started crying in the middle of your sentence until Katsuki mumbles “fuck” under his nose and makes his way to sit on the side of the bathtub with you. He leans in to put your foreheads together and takes a deep breath; the action makes you blush like a teenage schoolgirl, way too aware of the fact that you are laying in a massive bathtub, naked.

“I told you, you are a fucking tank. You’ll kick your weakness in the ass and come back twice as strong. I fucking knew it. Fuck, I’m so proud of you.”

There are butterflies everywhere now; in your chest, in your tummy, in your heart, right in the middle; Katsuki’s natural scent fits so perfectly with the scent of the bubble bath, sweet but spicy; you are rendered utterly speechless when Katsuki moves away just so he can look into your eyes, his gaze deep and so-so fond it makes your stomach squirm. You swear your heart explodes under the pressure and puts itself back together at the same time when Katsuki leans back in to leave an agonizingly slow and deep kiss on your lips while he pushes his shirt up and pulls it through his head in one swift move, not even giving you enough time to understand the situation before he barges back in for another one. He still fiddles with something but you are too content to let your mind wander about what the heck is happening; in the next few seconds, something heavy plops into the bath tub, right next to you. You open your eyes and your breath hitches; Katsuki is in his underwear, his legs already in the water, slowly moving towards your other side until he sits down right next to you, skin touching skin when he snakes his arms around your middle. He hides his face in the crook of your neck, leaving a few chaste kisses there, his body tense and anxious but he doesn’t give in to the tension; he takes a deep breath and tries to relax, but he’s clearly not as chill about this as he tries to make it look like.

“I heard that having a bath together helps people who struggle with the whole intimacy thing. I thought I might try it. Should have asked first though.” He mutters into your neck apologetically.

“You don’t need to ask.” You answer with a heavy blush. “Can I put my arm behind you? Is that okay?”

Katsuki squirms for a second but he takes another deep breath to relax himself.

“Yeah. I think I’m ready.” He says and you can’t help but giggle at that.

“Katsuki, you make it sound like I’m asking you to let me pinch your nipples! You are doing okay. You are okay. You can also say no. It’s fine.”

Katsuki’s face contorts into a frown and you start to get a bit anxious about his behavior; maybe this was a bit too much for him, maybe you should just ask him to leave and have a breather… he’s done so well already there is no reason to push himself.

“Can I.. clean you up instead? I want to wash your back. I think.” He mutters shyly. Bakugou Katsuki is being shy. Oh damn, what did you do to deserve this shit?! You nod silently, not wanting to ruin the intimate mood; Katsuki takes a brand new bottle of shower gel in his hand which has his own logo on the front and pours some into a shower puff. “I made this deal with this cool natural cosmetic shop from England. They wanted to do a collab with the top 10 heroes. This is the first prototype.” He mutters under his nose and slowly leans forward with the puff in his hands. “Deku made a bath bomb and the shower gel, they smell like pine and something sweet. It’s quite weird but whatever. Todoroki couldn’t decide what scent to go for so he has two shower gels, one peppermint and one spicy one. The spicy one is really nice.”

You are not sure if you are supposed to say anything or not; it seems like Katsuki is mostly muttering to himself, probably trying to calm down by filling the silence with random words so the situation doesn’t feel that intimate. Katsuki is struggling but the more he moves the puff around, the more content he gets. He stops abruptly when he gets to your breasts; he stops right where the skin starts to bounce and stays there, frozen. Instead of words, you decide to give him consent with an action; your hand comes up to cover his, slowly moving his hands around your chest while you leave tiny kisses on his shoulders to reassure him.

“I… well… My shower gel…” Katsuki stutters, his eyes big as saucers. If this wouldn’t be so hard for him you would definitely make a virgin joke. “Do you remember when you said you like the smell of my pillow?” Katsuki’s hand moves down to your belly.

“Yeah.” You sigh, trying your best not to get too excited from his touches. It’s not going well.

“I told them I want my shower gel to smell like my sweat. It sounds disgusting now that I said it out loud but I wanted to make it… for you… but whatever. It’s not important. Just… fuck off, don’t look at me like that!” Katsuki moves away with a grumpy pout on his face.

Needless to say, you are five seconds away from crying.

“When… when did you start working on this?” You ask, voice wavering. You won’t cry. You will fucking push through this without a single tear drop. You can do this.

“Six… months ago.” Katsuki’s face is the color of Midoriya’s sneakers and so are his ears. You make a tiny little squeaky noise. “Yes, months before we actually… became a thing, shut the fuck up now and gimme your legs.”

“Fucking marry me, Katsuki. Right now.”

Katsuki can make explosions under water. In case you wondered. They also die right away for obvious reasons and something bubbles up to the surface, so it ends up looking like he just farted underwater. It’s quite hilarious.

“We need to live together for at least a few months before we marry to make sure we can share a space without killing each each other.” Katsuki says like he’s reading it from the news paper. He grabs your leg under the water and yanks it up aggressively; you yelp and laugh at the same time when he rubs your skin with the same aggression; finally, Katsuki feels more like himself.

“Did you Google that before?” You giggle as he swaps your legs over. Katsuki only grunts, his cute little ears on fire.

“Fuck off. You look really nice from this point of view by the way.” Katsuki gives you the biggest shit eating grin when his words finally sink in; he clearly enjoys your misery as his grin grows bigger and bigger as he crawls over you, his hands on the rim of the bath tub.

This might be a really inappropriate thought when you can’t even move your arms properly but Bakugou Katsuki is the definition of sexiness as the water drips down on his abs, the droplets cold on your shoulders when they plop on your skin. Hell, you wouldn’t even think twice about pushing him back into the water and crawl all l over him if you wouldn’t be in this condition.

Hm, maybe this water needs to be cooled down a bit. It’s way too hot in here.

You do your best to move your arm and touch his sides at least; you crave the feeling of him, you crave it so much it actually hurts but maybe that’s just the fatigue; your hand finds the hem of his underwear at his back and you decide to try your luck; you slowly pull down the fabric, making sure you don’t touch anything too inappropriate and keep an eye contact the whole time. Katsuki’s eyes darken for a moment, his chest rigid and unmoving as though he forgot how to breathe; he bites his lips and takes another deep breath, his body slowly moving away from you to sit back to his original place. Okay, that was too much. Roger that. Let’s take a deep breath; you definitely need it.

If you thought Katsuki can’t surprise you any more, well… you were wrong; he removes his underwear under the water in one swift move, and throws it on the floor.

“You happy now?” He moves towards you to give you a chaste kiss on the lips, then another, and another.

“Are you?” You retort, genuinely confused by the sudden change in Katsuki’s behavior. Is he really okay with this? Are you okay with this?! Why does it feel so natural? Alright, it definitely does not feel natural as your heart is about to explode and run away to Narnia through Katsuki’s bathroom cupboard but…

“I think I like sharing a bath with you. I want to do this every fucking day.” Katsuki grins. He looks so happy and content in this position, cuddling into you from the side… you feel the urge to tangle your legs together but you try your best not to act on that urge; there is no way you can avoid touching his private parts in that position.

Not like you would mind…

Oh damn.

You need to take another deep breath then drink a lot of water when you get out. You seem to be a bit thirsty.

“Okay, let me wash myself and let’s get out before I combust.” Katsuki grumbles as he pours a bunch of shower gel on the puff again.

“Can I not help?” You pout at the blonde.

“Maybe tomorrow.” He WINKS and finishes as quick as it’s humanly possible while you gawk at him with mouth half open.

Yes. This man will certainly be the death of you.

… next chapter!

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omggggg congrats on getting 1k followers wooooo!!! im happy to be one of them!! can i request solomon + "Don't you know what you're doing to me?" or "I really want to kiss you right now"? it's hard to choose lmao

thanks!! ⭐

Ahh, thank you so much, anon!! I'm so glad you're enjoying my content!

Okay I went with "Don't you know what you're doing to me?" for this one. I love Solomon so much and I have to admit... the beginning of this was inspired by all the anons talking about Solomon being jealous in my ask box lately... So yeah, there's a bit of that happening here.

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GN!MC x Solomon with prompt "Don't you know what you're doing to me?"

NSFW MDNI

Warnings: jealousy, some possessive behavior, oral (reader receiving), Solomon has pact marks because listen I'm obsessed with them lol

Despite the fact that Solomon enjoyed teasing you, he never left you wanting for attention. He seemed to go out of his way to touch you briefly, to tell you to have a good day, to text you if he was going to be out late. And it wasn't as though you didn't see him frequently with your current living arrangements at Cocytus Hall.

And yet, sometimes, you felt that he was gone too long, that he was too busy with other things. What was he even doing when he wasn't at home? You weren't sure, but when you came back from a day with the brothers, you wanted nothing more than to see his face. Even if it was in the kitchen.

Lately, you were feeling his absence, feeling like you were missing out on time with him.

And now you were at RAD, which still hadn't opened yet, discussing details of the school with Diavolo, Lucifer, and the others. It was a massive project, of course, and everyone was involved in the preparations.

You were sitting next to Lucifer and Solomon was across from you. You had been simply discussing things with Lucifer when you noticed a small frown on Solomon's face. He was watching you and he didn't look pleased.

You kept your expression neutral as you leaned closer to Lucifer, acting as though you were pointing at something on the paper in front of him.

Lucifer unknowingly helped your cause by putting his hand on your back. You looked at him and smiled. He seemed a little surprised by this, but he smirked back at you.

You let yourself look across the table at Solomon briefly and found that his frown had deepened.

The rest of the planning session went on this way, with you deliberately cozying up to Lucifer while Solomon looked more and more irritated.

You thought perhaps you had gone too far when the two of you walked back to Cocytus Hall in silence. The tension was thick and you weren't sure exactly what was going through Solomon's mind. He didn't seem angry, but he was very clearly not speaking to you.

You fidgeted as Solomon opened the front door and gestured you inside. You went in, about to turn around and apologize, when you felt his hands on your shoulders, his hair brushing against your face as he leaned in.

"Don't you know what you're doing to me?" he said lowly in your ear, his lips lingering on the shell, not quite kissing it.

Goosebumps rose on your skin, a twist of something thrilling running through your belly, and you had to fight to suppress a shiver.

"I don't know what you mean," you said, trying to sound innocent.

Solomon chuckled and it was an almost dangerous sound. "I think you do."

"I'm going to need you to be more specific," you insisted.

"Trying to make me jealous by flirting with Lucifer throughout that entire meeting," Solomon said.

You pouted even though he couldn't see your face. "It worked, didn't it?"

Solomon pressed a kiss to your neck. "Why would you even provoke me like that?" he murmured.

You considered your response. There was an air of danger around him and you had to decide if you wanted to appease him or if you wanted to make it worse.

You settled on something kind of in the middle. "You've been gone a lot lately," you said. "You can't really blame me for trying to get a little more attention."

Solomon turned you around, his hands falling to your waist as he pulled you close. "Darling. If you wanted extra attention, you could have just said something. You didn't need to go and hang all over Lucifer to make me jealous. Is this really the kind of attention you were craving?"

Your breath hitched as his lips latched onto your neck. Your hands flew up to grip at the back of his shirt as he sucked on your skin. "Yes," you said, closing your eyes and bending your head to give him better access.

Your legs shook as Solomon continued to suck on your neck and you knew there would be several dark marks there you would need to cover up later.

At some point, you grew impatient, tugging him along by his shirt as you backed further into Cocytus Hall. You pulled him through the nearest door, which brought you to the library. There was a large wooden writing desk in here and you found yourself pressed up against it in no time, Solomon's lips back at your neck.

You moaned, tugging at his shirt, forcing him back enough for you to pull it off.

You paused, taking in the expanse of his chest covered in pact marks. It wasn't the first time you had seen them, of course. But no matter how often you saw them, they always caused you to linger over them, brushing your fingertips along the circles and symbols.

Solomon seemed to find this tendency of yours cute and for a moment the dangerous look was replaced with indulgence as he took the opportunity to remove all of your clothing quickly and efficiently.

Before you had a chance to try for Solomon's pants, his lips were on your chest, kissing across it, lingering on each nipple until you moaned. You put your fingers in his hair and tugged slightly, overwhelmed by the feeling of his mouth and tongue.

Solomon pulled away from you, taking your chin in his hand to make you look at him. "Now why don't you tell me what you want, MC?"

You were already throbbing with need and you knew he was trying to tease you by pausing to ask you this.

You put your hands flat on his chest. "Please, Solomon," you said. "I want you."

Solomon chuckled, your blatant neediness softening him just a little. "Now see, was that so hard?"

You were about to say something else, but you didn't have the chance as Solomon pushed you back onto the desk, lifting you up until you were sitting on it. You gasped as your hot flesh met the cool wood and you watched with wide eyes as Solomon knelt between your legs.

Solomon lifted one of your legs, pressing kisses down it until he reached your ankle. Then he propped it on his shoulder and did the same with your other leg.

Solomon put his hands on your hips, pressing his face into the skin of your thighs. He looked up at you from beneath his lashes, a mischievous smile on his lips.

And then his mouth was on you, his tongue expertly teasing you, the heat and pleasure pooling in your stomach and building up. His hands were gripping the flesh of your hips so hard you knew there would be bruises there to match the ones that were already on your neck. You felt the muscles of your legs clench and you tried not to press down on his shoulders too hard. Your hands flew to his hair, burying themselves in the silver strands as you moaned.

There was no question Solomon knew what he was doing and it wasn't long before he began to suck on you, pulling out those deepest coils of feeling, bringing you right to the brink.

"Ah, Solomon!" you cried out as you felt yourself getting closer and closer to your climax.

Solomon did not let up, only increasing his attentions, making you squirm, your body clenching. Your hands twisted in his hair as you came, your voice ringing through the library as you cried out.

Solomon gently moved your legs off his shoulders, standing up to lean in and kiss you, letting you taste yourself on him. You could also feel the hardness of his erection against your leg.

Solomon's expression was one of happiness tinged with a little sheepishness. "I'm sorry I've been neglecting you, MC. Won't you let me make it up to you?"

You were still trying to catch your breath as you leaned into him, resting your head on his shoulder. You laughed softly. "I've been so lonely. You really owe me."

Solomon chuckled. He knew you were exaggerating on purpose, but he didn't mind. "Then let me try to pay back my debt."

You spent the rest of the night in Solomon's bed and he certainly made up for all the time he'd been gone. You didn't think of Lucifer even once.

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[justyanle]

could you please write some sappy Lo’ak x gn!reader head cannon’s?

Sappy Lo'ak headcanons!

a/n: i was literally clenching so hard trying to write this because i didn't know how to stop hcs from turning into a full on story 😭 anyways, lets gaur!! reqs r still open

You and Lo'ak met while joining the warriors at the ground, the two of you supposed to be spotters, yet still disobeying orders and getting to the group of warriors handing out the rifles.

"Hey! Aren't you the Olo'eyktan's kid?" you yelled at the younger Sully son.

His eyes widened and lips parted slightly when he turned his head to turn his head to the source of the sound, the view he was being met with was almost sending him into a permanent shock, stunned by your features.

"Y-Yeah, aren't you one of the spotters that were at the campsite earlier?" he gives a wide smile at the sight of you, not believing that someone as beautiful as you could talk to him.

You laughed, "We aren't supposed to be here!" a giggle erupts from you, cocking the weapon handed to you.

A few months had passed since your first encounter together, growing closer since then, getting into more frequent trouble than ever.

The two of you would always be found leaving a place that looked like that was wrecked by a Thanator, you and your best friend being the cause of the ruckus.

He would often be bringing you trinkets, babbling you about the "useless shit" he found - in reality, he was practically blushing really hard from both the embarrassment and shyness he developed around his crush because he has observed that they keep all of the items he had retrieved for you.

He was also VERY, VERY, touchy whenever you guys are sneaking out, usually telling you something along the lines of "Shut up, I'm only doing this so you can go back alive to the camp in one piece or else your dad would kill me." but, he was always feeling jittery when he held you close to him, wanting to rush into his bed face first and let out a girly squeal with his legs kicking in the air due to the minimum distance you guys shared.

Once he introduced you to his family, you all basically clicked, although, he was being extra possessive and much more of a show-off when you two were close to Neteyam, being insecure that Neteyam would once take the spotlight again.

When the two of you would play with Tuk, you guys would play pretend marriage, smiling to yourself at the thought of Tuk in a make-shift gown made out of leaves.

"You may now kiss, newly wed!" The youngest Sully exclaimed, in the middle of you and Lo'ak that were facing one another.

Both of your hearts thumped in your chest as both of you awkward teenagers were just facing one another holding eye contact as if telepathically communicating.

"Well?! What are you two doing?! Waiting for air to push the both of you?! I said you may now kiss!"

Lo'ak engulfed your smaller build of hands into his five fingered ones, cupping them into his hands and landing butterfly-inducing pecks on your palms and fingers. Tuk squealing in the background.

He then soon lets go of your hands, cups your face, gazing at your perfectly sculpted features before bringing his lips closer to your forehead, leaving you blushing as your delicate skin and his hydrated lips made the intimate touch.

"OH MY GOODNESS!! AHH!! I DON'T THINK THIS WOULD JUST BE A PRETEND MARRIAGE ANYMORE!' Tuk cheerfully screamed with the butterflies in her stomach, thinking she could have just potentially found her sibling in law.

Ever since Tuk shared the eventful evening to her whole family, they were basically teasing Lo'ak to the point he couldn't even achieve a wink of a sleep.

They were all rooting for Lo'ak to make a move on the sweet Na'vi named [Y/N].

"Hey bro! Better make a move before they mate with someone else!" Neteyam says as he shrugs by his younger brother.

Though, not only his family was the only one teasing him. Your family was secretly observing the two of you from afar, often saying things like "Ah, our baby's all grown up already, ready to have a mate!" making you have a purple hue out of embarrassment.

More moons have passed, you and Lo'ak have made it a hobby to sing each other's songcords to one another.

You had already made it a routine to a point you had memorized his songcord, you had stopped because you had expected it to end already - though, what you failed to notice was that Lo'ak had added another cord to his songcord.

"I thank Eywa, for the gift she had given in the form of you. I let my heart choose, leading me off to, you. Ma [Y/N], Ma [Y/N].." his new cord ends as he kept his gaze on you.

"Ma Lo'ak."

a/n: its like 2 days ever since i started writing fanfics guyz pls spare me i dont know how to write good yet 😭😭😭 i literally dont know how to write headcanons bcs theyre not supposed to turn into long ass stories 💔 anyways, reqs still open

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[kookiecrumb]

yoongi + praise kink

myg || Mine

warnings: smut (18+), horny grinding, praise kink, vocal kink, dirtytalking, fingering, a little fluffy, creampie, marking (possessive), unprotected sex* (don't do this)

tags: best friends to lovers, fem!reader

You had both stayed up way too late, much later than you were supposed to.

Snacks and games were scattered all over the bed and the floor, and the lights had long been off, so the only source of it was the TV in front of you.

You swear that it was supposed to be an innocent hangout session.

You had liked Yoongi for years and planned on keeping it a secret, but as the night progressed, your comfort around one another only grew until your shirt was off and so was his...and his eyes were full of something wild and beautiful and it was contagious, even as that old TV show you were binging with him mere minutes ago reflected against them, beneath that was lust--unsolicited, illogical and hungry for the warmth of another body.

Soon, his hands were where they weren't supposed to be, and then his mouth was where it definitely wasn't supposed to be.

The sounds you were making were definitely not those that friends share.

"So...cute..." he pants softly, "so fucking cute..." he squeezes your ass while you're on his lap.

What was once innocent cuddling and keeping warm was now turning into something heated, and by the way you were breathing and the way his touches only got rougher, there was no sign of stopping.

"Use me~" you whimper.

Yoongi's eyes transform from desperate to determined.

"I will...just how you want," he rasps.

His discreet fingers tug your panties to the side and start swirling experimentally on you, finding all of your most important spots as you lean against his chest, buying your face in his neck.

"Ohhh~" you sigh, pushing your hips forward to ride them as smoothly as possible as your breathing gets heavier. You spread your thighs further on his lap, your nails scratching his back is he plays with your pussy.

"Ah~! Ahhh~ ahhh~ Yoongi-- Yoongi~!" you gasp as he plunges inside of you, twitching his fingers into your entrance and biting his lip, hard.

"That's my girl...all this time, you wanted to be my good little girl, hm, Y/N? All you wanted was my dick up your cunt," he teases, smirking behind your ear.

"Yes~! Oh, yes, yes, that's what I want, it's what I need from you~" you mewl, feeling his thumb tease your swollen clit with intention.

"Your pussy is so sweet. I love teasing it and touching it. Why did you hide it from me, hm?" He asks quietly as he pumps his index and his middle finger into you languidly.

"Ohhh Yoongi~" you moan, kissing his face in dumbified awe. "It's yours," you reply, sweetly.

He pulls your thighs back against him and kisses at your neck hungrily. His hand travels upwards and squeezes you. "I'm so horny for you...you make me so horny, Y/N..."

His cock is pressed against your back. You can feel it throbbing hard, obstructed by his soft pajama bottoms. It belongs in his best friend's cunt.

Your hands wander to the back, carefully stroking him through his pants. Yoongi notices and pulls himself out for you to properly touch him.

He's so incredibly warm. You thumb as his tip, watching his subtle reaction at being touched by you. You caress his underside with adoration, and he hisses quietly. "Ah- ahh..."

His eyes flutter up to meet yours, full of adoration. Without hesitation, he kisses you.

Your heart pounds against your chest as you chase the kiss, cursing every breath you take that you aren't on his lips.

He positions your body towards him, bringing your hips forward against his hard cock. You grind yourself on it mercilessly, moaning quietly at the contact.

Yoongi kneads your ass hard, his pretty hands manipulating your body to satisfy himself as you lose yourself to his touch. You pull him in again, kissing his lips in a tangent.

"You're so pretty, Y/N," he whines as he squeezes you, studying the way your body reacts to each and every touch. "You feel so so good, you're so sweet,"

You shake from pleasure, pulsing to be full of his dick. Fuck, you can't stand it. "Please use me~! Please," you mewl.

He's practically swallowed by your cunt. His girth is so satisfying, you feel truly full when he is completely inside of you, your clit twitches from the feeling of his cock pushing on your cervix. "Ohhh fuck~" you yell, euphorically. "Mmmm!"

Yoongi bares his teeth, adjusting a bit. "Ahh~" he squeezes his eyes shut.

You reach your hand out and touch his face, mesmerized by just how fucking good it feels like to finally have his dick inside of you.

His expression softens as he thrusts inside of you in shallow circles, holding you between his arms. "Mmmm~" you hum.

You fasten your legs around his hips and encourage him to fuck rougher, playfully. "Harder please~!..." you plea as he pounds into you, stealing flirty kisses from your lips.

You breathe deeply, your orgasm quickly building as he splits you beautifully across his bed, a intense pressure binding the both of you.

You tense hard, leaning your head back against his bed, giving him access to your neck. He bruises them with intention, marking you so that you understand what this means to him-- that, after the fog clears, he wants you. He wants you to be his.

His thrusts deepen, his eyes warning of his crashing orgasm as he staggers. You run your fingers through his hair, holding it from his forehead as he fills you with his hot cum.

You cum on his cock, coating it in clear arousal as you flutter around him.

Panting, he smiles playfully down at you. "You like me~" he teases.

"Shhhh..." you pout. "Yeah, I do."

Yoongi pecks your nose. "Mine."

a/n: thanks @delugguk .

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[sailtomarina]

Kinktober Day 20: Breeding | hermione x draco | cw: sex, sex toys

Keep It In

He pounced on her the moment the door closed, before she’d even had time to drop her purse or remove her coat. Hermione found herself pinned to the wall, one shoe on, one shoe dangling with its laces just undone.

“Draco, let me—oomf, mmmm!”

He silenced her in the best way he knew how. It was all lips, possessive heat, theft of breath and voice. Large, calloused hands gripped her hips. She was wholly engulfed by him, drowning in his taste and crisp scent.

Ever since she’d shared her readiness to expand their family, Draco seemed to be on a mission to fill every free moment with cock and cum. He took to the idea of fatherhood with a voracity that almost shocked her.

Hermione knew the day would come, of course. They’d talked about it years and years ago after the urgency of their early couplings had barely cooled to a gentle roil. That fire had never gone out, even after ten years together.

Draco had made it very clear that, despite his upbringing, he would accept whatever decision she made regarding parenthood. The necessity for a Malfoy heir called to him, but it was one he was willing to ignore given, well, everything. They hadn’t even been sure Hermione could still have children after what she’d endured.

And she’d loved him for his understanding.

She wasn’t ready to have kids then, and she hadn’t been ready or even interested in the years following. Hermione had goals.

Despite that, the wanting crept up on her at family gatherings and when visiting friends on their travels abroad. Bumping into Cho and her hunk of a beau in the U.S. was something of a revelation. Their baby girl, a perfect blend of the two with her wild dark hair, pudgy cheeks, and sparkling eyes, moved something in Hermione.

What would a child of Draco’s look like?

Would they have Draco’s coloring and her stubbornness? She started dreaming of babies with white blonde hair and large, chocolate eyes. Little boys with platinum curls. Little girls with grey eyes.

It was post-coitus, her body curled around him, that she braved the darkness and told him.

Thinking back on it now, it was probably the fact that he faced away from her that aided her confession. She had a feeling he’d be happy, but what if he wasn’t? What if disappointment, not joy, filled his eyes?

Foolish Hermione.

He’d immediately rolled over to wrap her into his arms and made love to her long and slow, whispering gratitude and praise the entire time. That night replayed itself often in her quiet moments. It also came up unbidden in the middle of meetings and she’d end up squirming in her seat hoping she wouldn’t leave incriminating puddles behind on her seat.

“Ahh!”

She finally had room to cry out when he’d pulled back and dropped to his knees, rucking her skirt up and lifting her legs over his shoulders to devour her. Silver glinted up at her from between her legs as he checked on her reactions to his far too clever tongue.

When he finally stood, her legs wrapped around his waist, and slid home into her throbbing heat, Hermione’s eyes nearly crossed from the perfect angle of his cock. Each thrust shoved her just a little higher up the wall. Thank Godric for silencing charms, because anyone walking by outside could never mistake the sounds pouring out from her mouth as anything else but what they were.

He came, unable to resist after feeling her explode in a series of strangling constrictions, with a hoarse yell, hands spasming where they cupped her arse.

He set her down carefully, keeping one hand cupped over her cunt. To keep even a single drop from escaping, is what he’d said the first time. He summoned a special plug he’d obtained and, before she could even take the time to remove her other shoe, slipped it in, patting the handle fondly.

The fullness of the soft silicone against her still-swollen walls made her throb with want all over again.

“Mmmm, you’re insatiable,” he said with a smirk, catching her whimper. He pressed a kiss to her forehead and helped slide her skirt back into place. “Be a good girl and keep that in until I fill you up again.”

She grumbled in her response. “Aren’t you the insatiable one? I’m constantly wet!”

“And you’ll stay wet until it takes and you’re round with our child,” he said, voice hot in the way it was whenever he felt particularly possessive. He steered her towards the hallway to their bedroom. “Go ahead and lie down like I know you want to. I’ll come get you once dinner is ready.”

Always so perceptive and anticipatory to her needs. Always thinking of her first. She felt seen, pampered, and so, so wet.

Hermione stretched out across the mattress, moaning as her sore muscles sank into the welcoming softness. She always enjoyed watching Draco work his magic in the kitchen, but he was right—a nap was definitely in order after the day she’d had at work.

At least, a nap was the idea.

Unfortunately, the toy inside of her made it impossible to relax. Every movement she made jostled the bulbous head against her sensitive walls. Rather than drift into sleep, she writhed above the sheets, knees rubbing against one another in her frustration. She imagined a puddle spreading beneath her, soaking through several layers of fabric. One hand slipped down, fingers reaching to grab and remove the offending object.

Too perfectly timed, the plug vibrated.

“Fffffuck!”

The bastard had magicked the damned thing. The moment it stilled, she reached again, determined to remove the plug and take her well-deserved rest. The second she held the base, her grip tightening, another round of vibrations rendered her helpless.

Was it growing bigger?

“That isn’t what I’d call being a good girl.”

Hermione froze, her hand in an incriminating position.

“I charmed it to react if anyone but me tried to remove it,” he said nonchalantly, slowly approaching the bed. “Don’t worry about dinner. It needs to simmer for a bit.”

She jerked as his hand landed on her ankle. “Wh-why did you—”

“Why did I charm the plug?” he asked innocently. Fingers trailed up the inside of her thigh and danced along the rim of the garish pink base.

“Yes. It’s too much—”

“Is it?” He cut her off in that same infuriating voice, calm and amused.

He moved up to hover above her, caressing her cheek with his free hand. She nodded frantically, still pulsing from the pressure deep within her.

“How about now?”

She gasped as the hand between her legs grabbed the plug and pressed it deeper into her. One incantation from his lips later, and the phallus swelled even larger. It wasn’t nearly big enough to compare to him, but she still felt so full from earlier and the never ending tightness of her walls squeezing around it.

“D-Draco, please!” It was too much; it was too much and not enough. She wanted him.

“Please what?” His heel ground down into her clit. Tears escaped as she cried out in frustration. “Tell me what you want, Granger.”

She hadn’t been a Granger for many years now, but he still liked to hit her with her maiden when she least expected it. Hearing the word spill from his lips was akin to a curse that made her want to do filthy, filthy things to him, for him.

“You, I want you,” she panted, nearly mindless with her desire.

He tsked, shaking his head in disapproval. “You have to be more specific than that.” He twisted the base of the toy and she wailed at the new sensation. “How do you want me?”

“Your cock in me, I want your cock in me, please, please, Draco.” The words came out all in a jumble. She didn’t care anymore about how she sounded, how cockhungry she looked. She was hungry for the singular experience that only he could give her.

“Hips up, love, keep it all in.” At his encouragement, she lifted her knees as he pulled the plug out with a squelching sound that would have made a more lucid Hermione blush. All it did right now was pull the trigger on her impulses.

Draco burst into laughter as their clothes vanished after one sharp command from her, but she shut him up with her teeth on his bottom lip, her hands grabbing onto his bum and impatiently yanking him against her. There was no question as to her readiness with how drenched he immediately became just brushing against her. He took himself in hand to line up and, with one jerk of his hips, impaled her once more.

They moaned together, relishing the real thing just as much as they had the first time. Hermione hated that plug, but she had to admit that it did a fantastic job of keeping her ready for him to take her at any time.

“Gonna—fill—you—up,” he panted as he slid repeatedly into her. The sounds his cock made inside of her were obscene. His eyes fixed on her bouncing breasts. “Fuck, they’ll get even bigger, won’t they?”

She managed a weak chuckle amidst the gasping and groaning. “That’s what they tell me.” She did not look forward to leaking nipples, but she did like the idea of the rough pads of his fingers massaging the swollen flesh, his lips nibbling the distended tips.

“You’re already everything to me, but imagining you carrying our baby some day, it drives me mad.” He growled out the end of the sentence, speeding up his movement, shifting his grip onto her shoulder for leverage as he drove himself harder at an angle that rubbed against the spot deep inside of her she could never touch on her own. “Come on my cock, Granger.”

As if she could deny him, not when he mapped out her body as intimately as he knew his own, not when he got off on visions of her pregnant, not when he called her ‘Granger’ in that tone of possession.

She screamed at the force of her climax, ripped from her body without remorse. He followed shortly after, bending to bury his face in her curls, his body shuddering as life expelled into her.

Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep.

“Draco, I think that’s the timer,” Hermione murmured, somehow managing to roll him off of her out of concern for their dinner.

“Mmmmmm.”

“Draco, dinner.”

She gasped as he sat up without warning. She expected him to get up and pad towards the kitchen. Instead, he turned to her and held up the pink monstrosity.

“First things first.”

WC 1795

@hpkinktober Prompt Day 20: Breeding

Cross-posted on Tumblr and AO3

I didn’t really know about vaginal plugs until very recently when I started researching them specifically for this short. I knew about vibrators, dildos, balls, and anal plugs, but somehow the obviousness of a vaginal plug just didn’t even occur to me. There are even cups women use for the actual purpose of aiding in conception. THE MORE YOU KNOW. I kind of love the idea of a practical Hermione and a Draco with a breeding-kink joining their knowledge for the shared goal of baby Granger-Malfoy.

#hp kinktober 2023 #dramione #dhr fanfiction #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter flashfic #draco malfoy x hermione granger #draco malfoy #hermione granger

[mykinkyyandere]

Hello there! May I request that the reader keeps trying to escape so Anakin starts to get angry and then you decide what happens from there. Also I absolutely love your writing and take your time! ☺️

Who Am I

AO3

Pairings: Yandere! Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader X f!Reader

Summary: You wake up on the ground, having no memory, hoping for someone to save you.

Warnings: Yandere, obsession, possession, escaped reader, loss of memory, fainting, physically hurt reader (by accident), kidnapping, threats of violence and death, noncon/dubcon touches/kiss, Darth Vader is still Anakin Skywalker, he isn't burned or harmed.

A/N: Thank you 🥺

When you opened your eyes, you had a very bad headache. You were on the ground, it was raining, and you just realized you were cold. Your head was numb as you tried to make sense of what was happening, you felt like you were in a dream. But you weren't. Gradually you came to grips with reality as the cold more penetrated your skin, the more the rain poured on you. Your body lying on the ground was real. You were out on the ground in the middle of the night and... But how was that possible? What happened to you?

Fear swept through your body as your brain finally started to work. Your eyes were already filled with tears as you tried to get up with the support of your hand. Did someone do something to you? What happened? What, what, what... What! What happened to you? Your sobs escaped your lips. You saw that you were wearing only a thin white dress. No underwear, no shoes, no socks. Just a thin white dress. You looked around. There was neither a bag nor a shoe. You were so weak and unable to stand up. That's when you realized you couldn't remember anything. What was your name? Where were you from? What kind of life did you have? No, you didn't remember anything, and that terrified you.

"Help!" Your voice was trembling from crying. You called for help with all your might, but your voice was not strong enough and for some reason there was no one in the street. Despite being surrounded by buildings and lying in the middle of the ground, there was not a single life sign. Actually, where you were was quite... different. Like, it was extraterrestrial, like it belonged to a different universe, but you were too scared to care. All you wanted was to be saved.

"This way!" You heard a man shout and footsteps running towards you. You looked in that direction, hoping that help had arrived, not even thinking that the incoming people might be malicious. "We found her, my Lord."

Armed men in strange white armors surrounded you, giving way to the huge man speeding towards you. He was pitch black, with a helmet on his head like the others, but it was black. He was very tall and made a chilling sound. It was like... it was the sound of breathing. Interestingly, it was very familiar to you and you had mixed feelings, but you didn't understand it. The man scared you so much and you thought he would do more harm than help. You tried to crawl backwards but a sharp pain was sustained and you stayed where you were. "Ahh!"

"Who did this to you?" You could almost feel the man's radiating anger. "Tell me who did it!" Suddenly, something red appeared. This thing was like a sword. How was that pos... Who was he?

"You've escaped from me so many times and you never gave up no matter what. I can't stand it anymore. Look what happened to you! Your precious life, which I protect from all harm, which I hold above everyone else, got hurt. I knew that your pathetic escape attempts could turn out so badly, but you ignored it. What did you think? That you'll have an easy and safe life without me? That you'll be happy without me? Look at you. Whoever did this to you, along with everyone else, will pay dearly for it, and no matter how much you beg, I'll never stop hunting this time.

He was ready to attack someone but then closed his red... sword and took you in his arms. You were so scared when he approached and touched you that you couldn't even look at him. Why did he talk like you have a past? You didn't know him. "Please don't hurt me. I don't know what you're talking about."

"Why would I hurt you? When did I do that?" He dried your wet body a little with his cape and wrapped you around it to protect you from the rain. Then he took off his helmet and you should have said, you weren't expecting that expressive face from under it. Sharp, intimidating, charismatic. "Why are you so afraid of me? It's almost the same as when we first met. Your heartbeat and fear are so intense. Even though you hate me, you always feel a sense of relief when I save you. I like it so much, it's like you finally fell in love with me. Maybe that's why I didn't stop you from running that much. To feel that feeling when I rescued you. To the times when you were grateful that the man you were trying to get away from was close to you. But this... This escape was the last straw, my angel. I... thought you might die. Do you understand? I thought..."

You just looked at him with your red eyes and tried to understand. Your eyes went wide when he kissed you. He kissed you! You tried to push him away but it hurt and you were so weak. You had no choice but to moan and hope it would end. After a few moments, he left your lips and put his helmet back. The white armored men followed him as he sped along, carrying you in his arms. "You can't even leave our bedroom from now on. You asked for it, my angel." His anger was clear, but you could still feel him holding back. "You'll be fine and you'll get over the shock, and then you'll tell me what happened. But first I want you to be well. You must be well. There's no rush." You thought he was saying this more to convince himself. He secretly wanted to learn all the answers and do what he said immediately, but you were more important. So who were you?

"I don't understand, I don't know you. Who are you? I'm so scared!" You burst into sobs. "I don't know who I am or who you are, what's going on? Why can't I remember anything? What happened to me?"

As soon as the words spilled from your lips, he froze up. He didn't say anything, didn't move. He just looked straight ahead. You tried to guess the expression on his face under his helmet, but it was impossible. "Please say something."

He didn't say anything but turned his head to you. He just looked and looked and looked. At least you guessed so. You wondered what was going through his head. So was he going to let you go? Was this all a misunderstanding? Did he mixed you up with someone? But he kept walking, leaving you even more confused. "You hit your head. Don't worry, you'll be fine. I'll do everything I can to make sure you remember. Even if you don't remember, we'll turn a new page. Maybe then your thoughts of me will change. Maybe this is a chance for our love."

[yanderepuck]

Teehee. Not @breadmercury having the perfect spin on the wheel and having the most perfect guys for it. BECAUSE I LOVE TO WRITE VINCENT LIKE THIS YOU HAVE NO IDEA

This is the first of about 12 from the smut wheel. To be honest this basically wrote itself. I love me a possessive Vincent.

The prompt: poly relationship, one guy marking you without the other being there/knowing.

"Ungh... Vincent," you gasp and squirm as his lips glide over your body. He is making sure to kiss you all over, touching every crevice that he can.

He knows he agreed to this. He knows what he signed up for. But having another man touch you can get him so riled up. Even if it's a partner in the relationship and his best friend.

Vincent couldn't wait any longer to have his hand all over you. He has never been this possessive when it came to Will, probably because you love under the same roof.

The two of you do spend a good amount of time at the Villa, but ultimately the mansion is still your home. But over the weekend Vincent was busy with something and you spent the weekend with Will.

He knows Will touched you all over. Saw you naked. Made you feel good. And something about that wasn't setting right with him this time.

You lay on your bed, your shirt ripped open, bra opened from the front, and your skirt on the floor. Vincent had a knee up against your heat while his lips were going down the valley between your breasts.

He was right. Will left a bite mark on you.

Vincent held your hands to the bed while he kissed the entire surface area of your chest. But that wasn't enough. He started to lightly bite with his front teeth.

You squirmed under him, your heart rate accelerating. Then he began to suck on your skin, enough to leave a mark. He lifted his head to see the bright red mark, knowing that it would become bruised.

You thought he was going to stop and tried to relax, but no. He went down and made more. Covering your entire chest, surrounding your hardened nipple.

Once there was no more skin that he hadn't touched he moved further down. He let go of your hands, groping your tits instead. He started with the tender skin just under your tit.

Kissing. Nibbling. Sucking. He did this under each one before making a trail down to your waist along your side. It was jeri where he couldn't control himself and sunk his fang into you.

"Vincent!" You half yelled half moaned. The bite was unexpected, making your body jerk, but then quickly relax on the bed as it started to feel pleasurable.

"Ahh...fuck," you started to roll your hips on his knee. Vincent moaned. He licked up the blood that slowly dripped out before moving to the other side of your waist. You anticipated another bite but he was just leaving another mark.

He squeezes your tits as he comes back to the center of your body, making marks all around your stomach.

"N-no..." You pull your stomach in but that didn't stop him. He made sure to look up at you as his tongue dragged across your skin.

He moved further down again. His knee no longer pressed against you, his hands gripping your hips, surely making marks of their own.

You always thought Vincent was the general one in this relationship. The rational one. You have never seen him with so much determination in his eyes.

He spreads your legs and immediately starts on the inside of your thigh. You want to close your legs, but he holds them open. Leaving mark after mark after mark after mark...

Then he gives the other thigh the same treatment. He lets your hips go with one hand. With one finger and glides it down the center of your underwear, right down the middle of your folds.

You whine and try to close your legs again.

You moan his name and try to push his hand away, but he just shoots your hand away. He knows you want this. He knows you are enjoying all of the attention your body is getting.

With his mouth still on your thigh he pushes past your underwear and slides his fingers in.

You moan again and tighten around his fingers.

"I bet he touched you here," he mumbles.

You were about to ask him what he said, but before you could his fingers were thrusting in and out of you. It caught you off guard and you began to yell.

He slightly curled his finger to drag them across your walls. As his fingers got more and more coated, the wetter the noise became.

You covered your mouth so to not moan too loud, but at least one person has heard you already.

His fangs go into the tender flesh of your thigh and you yell again. Even through your hand you were still fairly loud.

The bite with the combined stimulation for you to cum on his fingers. He stopped moving them as roughly, but kept them inside to wiggle.

As he wiggles his fingers, so did your body. He drank from your thigh, licking his mark clean after. He sits up and looks down, admiring your body. Admiring all the marks he made. But there's still too many spots he hasn't touched.

He frowns and pulls his finger out of you. His face goes back up, past your chest and focusing on your collarbone and shoulders.

You feel his body against yours, feeling his hard on. You immediately reach between the two of you and get his pants undone as he's leaving his next mark on your chest.

Feeling your hand brush against him gets him to moan. Now he's starting to blush. Marking your entire body was just about nothing to him, but the moment you pulled his cock out he got embarrassed to be turned on.

Looping your fingers between the belt loops of his pants you moved him into position between your legs.

Finally, you felt his precum soaked tip ease into you. He didn't even bother with taking his pants fully off. His cock was out and that's all he needed.

He starts fucking you with the same force he used his fingers. He groans into your skin, continuing to leave marks on your shoulder.

You wrap your arms around him, moaning with each touch, with each thrust. You still didn't understand why Vincent was acting this way.

"He touched you too much," his voice was almost s growl. You never heard his voice like that but you liked it.

"V-Vincent!"

He held you down to the bed as he left marks across your chest, up your shoulders, and the lower part on your neck. He even went as far as marking your upper arm.

The way he kisses you, you think he's trying to bruise your lips. Same could be said with how hard he is thrusting into you. Pushing your legs further apart so he can get deeper.

~~

Over the next few days he adds more marks, deepening the ones you already have. He has favorite spots on your body where he likes to keep them the deepest.

You have to be careful with what you wear. He accidentally went a little too high on your neck.

By the end of the week you are back at the Villa. Vincent is coming by later, but you wanted to come by early.

"Will? I'm back," you let yourself in and hung up your jacket on the rack and walked in.

"In here, darling," he called out from the kitchen.

You walk through the Villa to the kitchen and hug him from behind. "What are you making?"

Will smiles and sets down the spatula to move an arm around you. "A cake. I hope it is not too sweet for dear Vincent."

Will kisses you on the lips. "I did miss thee. I could not make it to the mansion this week to see thee."

"Did you get another idea for a play?"

"Yes! When dear Vincent gets here I will tell thee about it."

He seems very excited about this one, making you excited to hear about it.

Will gives you a hug and you wince slightly. "What is this? Are thee hurt?"

"No, no. I'm fine," you give a nervous chuckle. "Just a little sore from working at the mansion."

Will moves a lock of your hair to the side to be able to pull the collar of your shirt down. You don't know why you thought he wouldn't notice.

You know at least some point over the weekend he's going to see your naked body.

He looks at the hickies not thinking much of it until he notices that it seems to go further down.

Without even asking he starts to unbutton the top of your shirt

"Will, I-"

"Shush," he shoves your hands away that were trying to shove his own away. He walked you a few steps backwards so you were against the counter.

He gets the first few buttons undone and he pulls the fabric away to show a handful of marks already. Most of them were almost healed, but they were still obviously there.

"I know these were not made by me," he gives you a stern look.

"Vincent, a few days ago," you nervously try to pull the fabric back where it belongs, but Will continues to keep unbuttoning your shirt.

"W-Will, there's no need to-"

You feel the cold air hit your skin as he opens up your whole shirt.

"What the-" he wasn't expecting that many marks. "Seems like dear Vincent forgot that we share you."

Wills hands rest at your waist, pinning you against the counter. "Methinks I need to claim thee for my own," his lips touch your neck, directly on the sensitive spots.

"Ahh.. Will," you gasp and hold onto the edge behind you.

You were supposed to be with both of them, and now they are indirectly fighting over you. You can't tell if you enjoy it or if you are scared for your body.

He lifts you up on the counter, quickly pulling up your skirt as his lips stay on your skin. He looked down for a moment to be able to pull your underwear off and sees fading marks on your thighs.

"I see our artist friend did not leave any part of your canvas blank."

He squeezes your thighs, not paying attention to where the bruises are.

You wince slightly, but also moan.

"I should leave marks of thyne own," he smirks, his breath hot on your lips. "Before dear Vincent arrives."

Your breathing gets heavy, wondering what he could be thinking. "Nay, another time for it shall take too long."

He reaches his hand under the fabric of your skirt and pulls down your underwear, dropping them to the floor.

You bite your lip in anticipation.

"Wh-what about the cake?"

"It is in the oven. I have til the timer rings to make thee moan."

He lets go of your thighs to get his pants undone, from there he wastes no time sliding into you.

You moan the moment you are filled. You drape your arms over his shoulders as he holds onto your hips, keeping you on the edge of the counter.

"Will!" His mouth is on your flesh, finding bare spots between the marks Vincent left to leave his own.

Your toes curl and your hands pull at the fabric on his back. Your moans are almost louder than the wet sounds of him thrusting into you.

"Much sweeter than any cake," one of his hands sneak up to fit around your neck. He makes you move your head to one side so he can leave his mark.

"He sure hath left no spot uncolored."

You whine. Each time he touches a mark it sends a shock of pain and pleasure. Your skin is so sensitive and tender.

He loses count of how many times he gets you to cum before the timer goes off.

He slowly stops his thrusts and the two of you pant as the timer keeps ringing. He doesn't want to let you go, but he also doesn't want it to burn.

He pulls out of you and fixes his pants before turning the timer off and grabbing his oven mitts.

You sit there panting. As he takes the cake out of the oven you step down to the floor. Once your body is vertical you can feel cum starting to drip down your thigh. You hold onto the counter and try not to moan.

Will takes the oven mitts off and hugs you from behind. "You are a mess, darling," he smirks and kisses your neck. He straightens out your skirt and tries to wrap your shirt around you. "Wherefore thee not go to the bathroom and clean up before-"

Before Will can finish you both see Vincent step into the doorway of the kitchen.

"Oh.. Vincent.. hi," your voice is shaky, but you manage to smile at him, trying to quickly button your shirt.

"Thee did quite a quaint job at painting her body," Will smirks at him from over your shoulder.

Vincent pouts at the two of you. "You left a mark on her first,"

"Aye, but only one. Thee left nearly a hundred," Will takes his arms off from around you and begins to fix your hair. "Or are thee jealous I did not leave a mark on thee?" He teases the poor blonde to the point of making him blush.

Will walks over to Vincent, grabbing his jaw to make him look at him "I can change that," he smirks.

Vincent's face turns bright red. As much as you want to watch the scene in front of you play out you can feel more fluids going down your legs.

You force your legs to move, and push past them. "I- I'll be back," you drag yourself to the bathroom, now having to leave it to your imagination what that red headed devil is doing to that beautiful angel.

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[cherrychapsticxx]

My first man.

A/n ahh this is the first time I ever posted on here before, I wrote some of this four months again and barley finished it, it’s not even much but yk.

Mammon x GN reader

Warnings: Angst + fluff, heavy name calling at the start. Might have grammar mistakes

Mammon just couldn’t help himself, anything worthy enough for a hefty amount of Grimm is impossible not to take. Upon stealing a vase from Lord Diavolo’s castle and being harshly scolded by his brothers, Mammon is blue. How would Mc react to a depressive White hair demon knocking at their door in the middle of the night?

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"It's justa' vase! How bad would Lord Diavolo miss it? He has a thousand vases!" Around some time after dinner it was revealed that Mammon, the second oldest brother has yet again taken a valuable possession from Lord Diavolo's ridiculously large castle. The brothers have all gathered around in the lounge area to speak their opinions and thoughts into the matter while Lucifer harshly scolded the avatar of greed.

"You're a scumbag Mammon, can't you go one day without taking from others ?" Satan crosses his arms, a blank dead expression splattered across the embodiment of wrath's face. If looks can kill Mammon would've been dead twice. Mammon clicked his tongue at His brother's statement. "Honestly Mammon just drop dead." Levi spat. "Hey! You don't have to go that far." Mammon's eyebrows furrowed while he defended himself.

Belphine awoke from his short nap on the touch just to add more salt in the wound. "You're just a useless greedy scum." Mammon's bottom lip slightly quivered, his shoulders dropped from their usual perfect posture. His eyes avoided everyone's else's and took a sudden interest in the devildom antique rug below his feet. He bit the inside of his cheek.

Of course nobody else noticed any of this, nobody but Mc. They were often over observant, especially when it came to Mammon. The insults continued to fly out of the brothers mouths, the longer they insulted Mammon the more he bit down into the inside issue of his cheek. Mc was about to head over to the second born and pat his back for reassurance until Lucifer spoke.

Lucifer sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. An irritated gasp of breath escaped his lips. "Enough, Mammon you will give me the Vase and I'll return it tomorrow. As punishment I'll revoking you from using your card. You will also be washing the rest of the extra dishes Beel made from dessert."

Mammon didn't say a word at first before he dug his nails into his soft palms. "Oh come on! That's not fair!" The usual whiny tone found it's way back b into his voice. He seemed like he was back to normal, all expect the look in his eyes were the same. A swirl of overwhelming emotions swam in the crystal blue ocean eyes of the demon. He wasn’t okay.

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As night continued to fall in devildom, all seven demons and their precious little human tucked themselves away in their rooms for the night. You were in a deep unconsciousness until the twisting feeling of your gut disturbed you from your slumber, something was wrong. And soon enough there was a soft knock at your door. Sleepily you threw the covers off of your body and shuffled your way to the door.

Once open you're met with your all time favorite demon in the house of Lamentation. Mammon. The soft candle light from the hallway lit his face just enough to see his crestfallen expression. The same expression from earlier. "Mammon-" before you could even ask what brought him here Mammon slumped his larger toned body on top of yours.

He pressed some of his weight on your body but not enough to make you fall over. Two pair of arms tightly wrapped around your waist clinging onto your half awake form. Your heart peaked a little in pace. You immediately hugged him back. One hand on the area of his shoulder blades, and the other tangled into the scruff of his hair. You swept your thumb across his skin in small light motions, back and fourth.

Mammon couldn't bite it down any longer and bursted out into tears. Concerned wash over you as you lead him inside your room and shutting the door behind him. "Hey, Hey what happened?" You cupped his face in your hands swiping away the stray tears falling down his warm cheeks. He couldn't stop crying, the lump in his throat made it too hard to speak without cracking. He was already too ashamed for crying in front of you, but he can't help it, you make him feel warm. "I- Just please, lay down with me, okay?" He managed to slur out. You nodded and lead him to your bed.

You carefully sat him down onto the cozy mattress. Eventually you ended up with your limbs tangled up together under the warmth and comfort of your bed's comforter. Mammon curled up against your form trying to make himself smaller, there was not an inch of space between your bodies. He wanted you as close as possible, he wanted nothing more than to merge the both of you together and become one being.

The both of you don't say anything for a while, Mammon hid his face in your chest creating a wet spot on your shirt. While you rubbed circles with your thumb on his back and the other hand lazily played with his hair. "Sometimes..." he starts. "The things my brothers say hurt." His tears have seemed to die down and the lump in his throat was swallowed down enough to speak.

You said nothing. Listening to what he has to say before speaking your mind. "I get they don't like when I take things, but I just can't help it. What do they expect from the Avatar of greed ya know?" You nodded. It was never Mammon’s fault, after all he is the Avatar of greed. It’s second nature.

“It’s never your fault Mammon.” Mammon pulled back from your chest and met your eyes. For a demon the look in his eyes reminded you of a kicked puppy. He was so happy to hear that finally someone understood, so happy that someone finally told him what he always wanted to hear. You smiled softly. The both of you enjoyed each other’s company, in a comfortable silence.

Mammon began to twitch in laughter. “Sorry I sorta ruined your shirt.” You look down to find a dampened spot that clung to your skin. You chuckled “oh I didn’t notice.” You cleared your throat “Mammon of Greed? Or whatever, I officially declare that by the law vested by me, the oh most powerful human in devildom you are to be punished for your crimes.”

“You’re such’a nerd, starting to sound like Levi.” Mammon flicks ur nose. It scrunches up in result, you flick his own nose back. “Oi!” You began to laugh , soon enough he joined you.

As the laughter died down and the room fell into a comforting sleepy buzz. “..I don’t think you’re any of the things your brothers say you are Mammon.” His eyes flicked onto yours. “You’re a great demon Mammon, im glad my first pact was with you, im glad to have you as my ‘first man’.” You chuckled at the phrase that was often used by him. Mammon lips broke out into the biggest gummy like smile you’ve ever seen. You couldn’t help but smile back.

“Come on first man, let’s go make some of those noodles you like.”

#obey me #Mammon #mammon x reader #obey me angst #obey me fluff #sfw

[good-beans]

HAI!! haii so so . Listen i was having milgram thoughts as one does and decided to bother you talk to you . Also because i want to lowkey hear your thoughts about this

So i was thinking maybe milgram has a cleaning system thing done by the prisoners?? Like cleaning duties and stuff and obviously i had some silly thoughts like fuuta getting paired with someone taller and not being able to reach a spot that's just bugging him, and they just tower over him and clean it. Also mahiru being extremely good at cleaning because she's always wanted to be the perfect shoujo heroine. And Kazui being good at it to try to make up to his wife for not being able to love her. Muu being a rich girl™ probably wouldn't be all that good at it and I'm not entirely sure about Haruka or Yuno. Shidou probably did help around the house when his family was still around, and being a doctor, probably wants the place to be sanitary, so he'd be good at it too. Anyways, then I thought about Amane.

Like obviously she values cleanliness or purity, but her house isn't exactly the best maintained right? Would that result in her being relatively lax about the cleaning? Or maybe since her guardian was someone who "strayed from the path" (i didn't really know how to put it) she wouldn't want to follow in their example? Making her want to keep the prisoner more clean? I didn't have enough time in school to think about it (sad) but even rn i cant really come to a proper conclusion. Keeping things sanitary was definitely not what she was raised with and if the cult was fine with her running around with her bruises unbandaged and living in her definitely not properly maintained house. But also not wanting to follow something that her guardian did would also definitely be something I'd expect from her…

AHH thank you sm for telling me!! >:3 It’s literally never a bother, I always want to talk Milgram adfsdfsdf I love this 👀 I expand a bit with my thoughts below but all of that is so perfect YES

Omg I love all those -- Mahiru, Shidou, and Kazui definitely seem like the very best cleaners! Mahiru genuinely enjoys it but also holds herself to high societal standards. Kazui probably doesn’t actively enjoy it, but he’d like the clean household and being a good spouse. Shidou seems like he’s just a very meticulously clean person in general -- he also wants to be a good husband but he’d be exactly the same even if he never married lol. 

I think Haruka and Muu would be pretty bad at it, just because they’re not used to the responsibilities. (Muu gives me very genuinely spoken “you missed a spot” vibes lmao. She’s trying to be helpful, but depending on who she says it to, it goes pretty poorly…) 

Fuuta, Yuno, Mikoto, and Kotoko strike me as the type to be varying levels of messy on their own but when they’re forced to clean they do a good job. Fuuta’s bad with leaving gross food/trash/laundry around. Yuno is sanitary, but her possessions get painfully cluttered. Mikoto and Kotoko fall in the middle of this spectrum. Kotoko seems like she’d honestly just forget about taking care of her living space, while the others make the conscious choice to let it go for a while. 

I’m dying over Fuuta not being tall enough to reach a certain spot ASFSDF that’s exactly what would happen 😂 Also I know none of his clothes are his prisoner color, but I’m picturing that classic laundry mishap where he ends up dying his uniform pink by washing it alongside something red… 

And Amane. Hm. I’m intrigued by her case, because I would have said without a doubt that she would be super clean and organized due to her teachings -- but then that mv shot (combined with the injury treatment you mentioned) clearly shows her mother doesn’t live that way. It’s definitely an option that she’s a hypocrite in many areas: punishing Amane for things when she herself has done worse, demanding Amane be perfectly clean when her house is a mess, etc. It could also be that she never asked for that, but the rest of the cult drilled the importance of purity into Amane -- and this contributes to the ways in which Amane notices her mother’s straying). 

Whether cleanliness was expected of her at that time or not, though, I think you’re right: she’d be disgusted with her mother’s lack of it, and this would fuel her to keep everything in Milgram in perfect order. Es may have been the one to originally set up the cleaning/chore rotation in t1, but once she starts speaking for the cult in t2, Amane is the one really enforcing everything. At first, this probably annoys the others (they don’t want to be bossed around by a scary 12yo). But the way she talks about perfection and punishments would likely cue them in on her past, making them act a bit gentler about the whole situation. Some of them try to get her to relax and not fear undue punishments if things aren’t clean, but she’d likely take it as an insult to her code rather than an offer of reassurance :( Still, I think given her physical/mental strain, some of the others would successfully convince her to let them help, and take a few of the tougher/grosser cleaning jobs off her hands.

#milgram #haruka sakurai #yuno kashiki #fuuta kajiyama #muu kusunoki #shidou kirisaki #mahiru shiina #kazui mukuhara #amane momose #mikoto kayano #kotoko yuzuriha #tw cults #tw child abuse #thank you ahhh this made me so happy!! #i was struggling through schoolwork and rapid fire work projects so it was real nice to think about all the while hehe :3 #i think mahiru would genuinely like Love cleaning and keeping house lmao #and i love fuuta with all my heart but deep down i know hes nasty -_- *shudders* #and harrow makes it seem like kotoko can ignore her own health for the sake of her jobs so i think despite her orderly attitude she would #let things get real messy around her if she was too deep in focus #im sooo curious about amanes home life #i know purge march revealed a lot but it also raised so many more questions!!! #i really love the way they framed that shot of her house -- it drives home how suffocating and dark her home life was... #it just feels claustrophobic and pressing #so she might actually feel freer and cleaner at milgram :( #but yeah i wonder if her mother really did buy into all the cults teachings or just the ones that let her punish amane when she felt like i #like she didnt really believe as much as the others so she was lax on some things #but idk with the reveal her dad is a high ranked member and everything #ANYWAY #enough rambling. it is midnight. i must sleep. thank you. #ask

[narumi-gens]

Triptych | "They called me a villain."

Chisaki Kai x f!Reader

summary: Your life is nothing more than a triptych, a work of art in three parts with each panel depicting a distinct period — a beginning, a middle, an end. And in the triptych that is your life, the central figure has always been Chisaki Kai.

chapter warnings: 18+ minors/ageless/blank blogs dni, yandere, possessive behavior, bullying, violence, complicated family dynamics

words: 3.2k

notes: this is from a non-chronological series so the parts can be read in any order.

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The Beginning

The classroom is loud with the sound of third-graders packing up their belongings and emptying the room as the school day comes to an end. You quickly rush to pack your own backpack, a stark contrast to your classmates who are laughing with their friends. The quicker you leave, the more likely you are to avoid any form of attention. 

You’re trying so hard to remain invisible that you completely miss your name repeatedly being called. It’s only when a balled-up piece of paper hits the side of your head that you startle before freezing. 

The loud burst of giggles that follows your reaction catches your attention and you look at the group of four girls that are crowded around one desk. You glance around the room to see that other than a few stragglers, you’re on your own. 

“Sorry. Were you talking to me?” you ask nervously, your eyes darting down to your backpack where your fingers are fidgeting with the zipper. Another round of muffled giggles has your cheeks burning with embarrassment. 

“You look so scared,” Hana, the girl at the center of the group and almost certainly the one to have thrown the paper ball at you, teases. “We’re not gonna hurt you or anything.”

You chew on your bottom lip anxiously, fighting the instinct to curl in on yourself defensively.

“Sorry,” you repeat, the word sounding small. “What did you say?”

“What’s your Quirk? We’re trying to decide whose is the coolest,” Hana says before rolling her eyes. “But I don’t know why we’re bothering, mine is definitely the best.”

With a smug smile, she holds up her hand, palm facing up, and looks at it for a few moments. As she continues to concentrate, her skin begins to turn soft pink and beautiful cherry blossoms start to very slowly emerge from her palm. 

“Ahh, Hana-chan! Your Quirk is so pretty,” Hana’s best friend, Miyoko, gushes as the other girls sitting around her join in with their own sounds of awe.

“So, what’s your Quirk?” Hana asks you, not looking away from her hand where a small pile of cherry blossoms continues to slowly grow.

“Oh, it’s nothing special,” you mumble, self-consciously dropping your gaze to your shoes. “Definitely nothing like yours.”

“Obviously. No one’s is like mine,” Hana scoffs. “So, what is it?”

The group of girls look away from Hana’s petals and toward you expectantly. Unsure what else you can do, you start to toy with the zipper of your backpack. 

“Um, it’s called Immunity?” you tentatively answer, although it sounds much more like a question. The girls all look at you with confusion.

“Immunity?” one of the girls, Saori, asks.

“Quirks don’t work on me,” you explain and something about their curiosity gives you just the little bit of courage you needed. 

You walk towards Hana’s desk and reach out to touch her hand and demonstrate your Quirk. The moment that your finger touches her, her skin returns to its normal color and the seemingly unending flow of cherry blossoms comes to a sudden halt. 

“Wow,” Miyoko breathes with wide eyes and you shyly smile. 

With everyone’s attention now on you and your eyes timidly starting back down at the floor, no one sees the way Hana crushes the delicate cherry blossoms in her hand as she makes an angry fist. 

“Yeah, so if someone tries to use their Quirk on me or I touch someone using their Quirk, then it stops working,” you continue. 

You glance up to see that the girls are all looking at you with keen interest and you feel a small flutter in your stomach. Maybe your Quirk has opened the door. Maybe this is your chance. Maybe now they’ll finally see you as one of them. 

But the small ray of hope is blocked and an overwhelming pit of anxiety that you’re all too familiar with replaces it at Hana’s next words. 

“That’ll be really useful when you become a villain!” she points out, a deep maliciousness lurking just underneath her enthusiastic tone. 

Your gaze immediately drops back down as you silently beg for the floor to open up and swallow you whole — anything to disappear from this moment. 

“The heroes won’t be able to use their Quirks to stop you so you can do whatever you want!” Hana says eagerly. Following her lead, the other girls begin to laugh, any trace of interest in your Quirk now gone. 

“Yeah! That’s a villain’s Quirk,” the fourth girl, Naomi, eagerly agrees. You can feel your face heating and you grip tightly onto the fabric of your uniform’s skirt. 

“I’m not gonna be a villain,” you protest, your voice small. 

“You’re already a villain,” Hana scoffs, making the other girls giggle again. “My mom told me to stay away from you. She said your whole family is dangerous.”

You weakly shake your head, angry with yourself as your vision starts to sting with unshed tears. 

“We’re not villains,” you mumble and you hear the screeching of a chair scraping across the floor as Hana stood up. 

“The people who go into your house don’t come out alive,” she gleefully crows as she approaches you. 

“Sounds like a villain to me, Hana-chan,” Saori comments, egging her on and you furiously rub your eyes to get rid of your tears. 

“The heroes will probably get you soon, though,” Hana muses as her shoes come into your line of sight now that she’s standing directly in front of you. “They’ll get you and your whole family. They’ll lock them up in the villain prison.”

Despite the two of you being the same height, it seems like she’s looming over you as you continue to shrink in on yourself. 

“Hey, Saori. Doesn’t your uncle work at the villain prison?” Hana turns back to her friend group to casually ask. 

“Yeah, I heard him telling my dad about it. He said it’s awful. That the villains are locked up alone all day and no one can visit,” Saori answers and her words strike something deep inside of you.

“That’s what’s gonna happen to you and your whole villain family,” Hana says, focusing her attention and cruelty back on you. “They’re all gonna get thrown in there with no way out so you’ll be all alone, whether they get you or not.”

She then gives your shoulder a rough shove, causing you to stumble backward and the rest of the girls laugh at your expense. You flinch in anticipation as she reaches up to do it again but everyone freezes when your name is called from the doorway. 

“Ch-Chisaki-kun,” Hana greets, nervousness in her voice as she turns her back to you so that she can face him. Blocked from his sight behind Hana, you quickly brush away the tears from your cheeks and eyes, trying to remove any evidence of what Kai is interrupting.

“What are you doing?” he asks, his tone dangerous even for a child. 

The girls are all suspiciously silent, looking to Hana to come up with the excuse that will keep Kai’s anger at bay.

“We were just having fun,” Hana replies, the other girls nodding in agreement. She then looks at you with menacing and expectant eyes. “Isn’t that right?”

Your gaze remains trained on the floor, your toes curling anxiously inside of your shoes before you nod weakly as well. 

“Yeah, don’t worry, Kai. We were just having fun,” you murmur, your voice sounding dull to your own ears. You can feel the frustration rolling off of Hana in waves at how unconvincing you are.

But she then returns to her desk and finally begins to pack up her things, the other three girls seizing the opportunity to follow suit and escape Kai’s attention. 

“We were just talking about our Quirks. She’s got a cool one. There’s a lot she could do with it,” Hana continues, but you can hear what she’s really saying. 

‘A lot she could do with it as a villain.’

“Well, we should get going,” she tells him as she swings her backpack over her shoulders, the other girls copying her actions. She gives you a friendly wave goodbye. “See you tomorrow.”

If you looked up, then you would have seen the ugly look she’s sending you. But, too scared to look anywhere that isn’t the floor, it goes unnoticed. The four girls then slip past Kai, who remains standing in the doorway. He follows them with narrowed eyes until they turn the corner in the hallway and disappear from sight.

Now alone in the empty classroom with Kai, you let out the breath you’ve been holding. 

“What were they doing?” he asks, breaking the silence as he walks toward you.

“Nothing,” you mumble. 

Instead of stopping before you, Kai moves past you. A few moments later, your backpack appears in front of you as he holds it out. You grab onto the handle, but when you try to take it from him, he holds onto it tightly. You look up at him with confusion.

“What were they doing?” he repeats and you drop your gaze back to the floor.

“They called me a villain,” you whisper and you hurriedly wipe away the tears that are brimming your eyes. Your next words feel heavy on your tongue, not wanting to have to repeat them aloud. “They said my Quirk was perfect for a villain because I can stop heroes.”

In your periphery, you can see the way Kai’s free hand curls into angry fists. You want to reach out and cover it with yours to try and calm him, but are too timid to actually do so. 

“They don’t know what they’re talking about,” he snaps, his tone harsh enough that it has you flinching away from him despite knowing that his temper isn’t directed at you — it never is. “They think their Quirks are so special? They want to be heroes?”

You shrug, unable to answer him. Your mind is still wrapped up in Hana’s last insult to you.

“Hana said that the heroes were gonna put us all in the villain prison,” you say, your voice trembling. 

“That’s never gonna happen. We’re yakuza, not villain dirt,” Kai replies.

“She said you would all go to prison and then I’d be left all alone,” you continue softly as if he hadn’t spoken. And somehow, your next question manages to sound even more pitiful. “You won’t leave me alone, right?”

“Never,” he assures you and you give a small nod in thanks. 

There’s a long pause before Kai finally relinquishes his hold on your backpack so that it falls to your side, your fingers wrapped around the handle tightly. 

“I’ll make sure they don’t bother you again,” he tells you and you nervously shake your head. 

“Please don’t. They’ll just make fun of me more if you do,” you protest weakly. It wouldn’t be the first time Kai’s protectiveness had only worsened the bullying. When he remains silent, you beg him again. “Please, Kai.”

He exhales loudly and you glance up to see that although he looks unhappy, he doesn’t seem like he’s going to argue with you.

“Fine,” he grumbled, starting to turn away from you before pausing. “But if it happens again, I’ll make them sorry.” 

Just as he begins to walk away, you instinctively reach out and grab the back of his shirt — a habit of yours that’s grown over time.  

“Thank you for stopping them,” you murmur and you’re embarrassed when your eyes begin to sting with tears again as you remember just how scared you had been of their bullying. “They would have kept going if you weren’t there.”

“I’ll always stop them,” he promises.

“I know,” you say with a watery smile and a soft sniffle. 

Kai turns around, causing you to let go of your hold on his shirt. He then interlaces his fingers with your now free ones and tugs you along after him out of the classroom. With him at your side, you finally feel safe enough to face the remaining students lingering through the hallways with their friends. 

As long as Kai is with you, none of them would dare approach you. He’s your shield from the bullies who are intent on making your life a living hell. 

But whatever sense of safety he gives you is quick to disappear the next morning when you walk into the classroom to find the classmates who are already present surrounding your desk. The mixture of laughter and chatter is deafening as dread settles heavily in your stomach.

They seem to slowly realize you’ve arrived because a path begins to open, allowing you to make your way through the crowd to your desk. You freeze, your heart dropping to the floor when you see why your desk has drawn so much attention. 

In black marker, the word ‘VILLAIN’ is scrawled across its surface. 

You can’t move and can’t look away. It’s through tears that you see the single cherry blossom petal on your chair. 

The following events pass by in a blur, your shame and humiliation clouding your mind so thickly that it feels like there’s a wall keeping you insulated from everything that follows.

Your teacher’s gentle hand on your shoulder leads you from the classroom to the principal’s office. Your father picks you up from school and his comforting words fall on deaf ears. You curl up in your bed, hiding away from the rest of the world. Your housekeeper comes by intermittently to drop off tea, then lunch, then an afternoon snack — all of it going untouched.

None of it feels like it’s real. 

You’re simply in a dream, a nightmare. 

You’ve convinced yourself so thoroughly that you’ll wake up and everything will be fine that when you feel the duvet being lifted and someone small sliding into your bed behind you, you think that this must be part of your dream as well. 

“I made her pay,” Kai’s voice breaks through your haze, his words wrapping you up like a security blanket. “They don’t get to hurt you.” 

Silence settles over you, the rest of the afternoon and evening quickly slipping by until your housekeeper gently wakes you the next morning. You don’t even remember falling asleep. When you try to pull your duvet over your head, she pulls it back.

“I know you don’t want to, but your father said you need to go to school today,” she says, her tone soft and kind, as if she’s speaking to a wounded animal. “I’m sorry. I wish I could keep you here, but he said that you needed to present them with a brave face.”

With eyes swollen from all the crying that you’ve done and a head so heavy that it feels like it’s filled with cement, you simply nod and sit up. You’re too tired — and too obedient of a daughter — to argue with your father’s demand.

You go slowly through the motions of getting ready. Too anxious to eat the breakfast that’s laid out before you at Kai’s side, you play absently with your chopsticks until he’s ready to leave. 

With your hand in his, the pair of you silently walk to school. When you reach the gates, your feet still and it’s only his tug on your hand that has you following behind him once more. You keep your eyes trained on your shoes, unable to look up and meet anyone’s gaze as you hear them whispering when you pass. When you both arrive at your classroom, he tries to let go of your hand but you cling to him tightly. 

“It’s okay. No one will bother you,” he tells you and you glance up to meet his eyes. He looks so certain that after a long moment, you let go of his hand and he nods encouragingly. 

Dropping your gaze again, you walk into the classroom. The relief you feel when you see that you’ve been given a brand-new desk calms you slightly. But your anxiety still remains largely unchecked as your classmates’ unintelligible whispers continue. 

It’s only once you’re seated in your chair and can finally hear what the girl who sits behind you is saying that your sense of panic begins to abate, realizing that the whispers aren’t about you. 

“...broke her leg,” she hisses across the aisle to the boy sitting next to her. 

“How?” he asks curiously.

“She fell down the stairs. One of the teachers found her. They had to call an ambulance and everything,” she tells him and it feels like someone has poured a bucket of ice-cold water over you. 

‘I made her pay.’ 

The words that Kai told you last night, the ones that you thought were part of your dream, the ones that made you feel so safe, ring in your ears. 

“I saw the teachers all around her. I could see her bone!” one of your classmates loudly interrupts her, eager to show off, and she lets out a loud sound of disgust. 

“No, you didn’t!” she argues.

“Yes, I did!” he retorts, angry that she doesn’t believe him. “It was so gross! And she wouldn’t stop crying and screaming.”

“Duh, she fell down the stairs and broke her leg. Wouldn’t you cry and scream?” the first boy points out. 

The three of them continue to gossip with your back turned to them. All of it starts to blur together until you hear one of them finally say her name, confirming just who was at the center of the school’s gossip.

“Do you think Hana-chan can walk?”

“She probably just has to get a cast or something. I had to get one when I broke my arm last year,” you hear the girl reply before their whispering fades back into an indecipherable buzz to your ears. 

As you look down at your clean desktop, you use your finger to write out the word that was scrawled across your old desk yesterday. 

VILLAIN.

You then quickly wipe your hand over its surface, like doing so will erase both the word and the memory. 

Maybe you should feel bad about what happened to Hana but all you can think about is how she had thrown that word around at you on an almost daily occurrence and how much time you’ve spent crying because of it. 

And when she returns to class a couple of weeks later in a wheelchair and refuses to look in your direction, you decide that what happened to her — what Kai did to her — is alright. 

Isn’t she the real villain? She tormented you. She laughed at you. She made you cry. She made sure no one would be your friend. Heroes don’t do that. Heroes are the ones who protect people from that. 

And Kai is the one who protected you. It doesn’t matter that he fights with other students. It doesn’t matter that they’re scared of him. It doesn’t matter that he’s going to lead the yakuza one day. 

Kai protected you from your villain. 

And for that, you decide that Kai will always be your hero.

#tw yandere #tw bullying #overhaul x reader #overhaul #chisaki kai #chisaki kai x reader #bnha #bnha x reader #mha x reader #mha #my hero academia x reader #my hero academia #boku no hero acedamia #boku no hero academia x reader #triptych #mel writes

[abbygraceasd]

Gridlock

In the Tardis, Martha and I sit while the Doctor flips a few levers.

“Just one trip. ‘S’what I said. One trip, in the Tardis, and then home. Although, I suppose we could, stretch the definition. Try one trip to the past, one trip to the future. How do you fancy that?”

Martha looks at me in glee, standing up, “No complaints from me!” “How about a different planet?”

“Can we go to yours?”

I wince, shaking my head at her. “Ahh, there’s plenty of other places!”

“Come on, though! I mean, Planet of the Time Lords, that’s got to be worth a look! What’s it like?”

“Well, it’s beautiful, yeah.” “Is it like, you know, outer space cities, all spires, and stuff?”

“Suppose it is.” “Great big temples and cathedrals!”

Martha is still oblivious so i step in, “How ‘bout New Earth?” I ask, the Doctor sending me a grateful look.

The Doctor begins to dance around the main console, tweaking settings as he goes, “This is much better. Year five billion and fify-three, planet New Earth! Second hope of mankind! Fifty thousand light years from your old world, and we’re slap bang in the middle of New New York. Although–”

I cut him off, “It’s technically the fifteenth New York from the original, so it’s New New New New New New New New New New New New New New New York. one of the most dazzling cities ever built.”

He smiles at me, “You remembered.” “Kinda hard not to.” I laugh.

“The Doctor throws on his overcoat, and walks into a pouring rain shower. Martha scowls and hurriedly zips up her jacket, “Oh, that’s nice! Time Lord version of dazzling.” “Bit of rain never hurt anyone.” I grin at them, stepping into the rain, no coat or jacket covering my body.

The Doctor shakes his head at me, taking his overcoat off and wrapping it around me.

I raise my brows at him.

“Not human, different immune system.” He grins, pecking me on the forehead before walking off.

“Well, it looks like the same old Earth to me. On a Wednesday afternoon.” Martha says. “Hold on, hold on. Let’s have a look.” He walks over to a dead screen on the wall.

Static appears, the Doctor bangs on the top of the screen, and a woman appears on the screen, a traffic report playing, “The driver should be clear and easy, with fifteen extra lanes open for the New New Jersey expressway.”

The image on the screen shifts to reveal the New New York above ground, a gorgeous spired city on the coast of a large river, with sleek flying vehicles zooming in the air.

“Oh, that’s more like it! That’s the New we had last time. This must be the lower levels. Down in the base of the tower, some sort of under-city.”

“You’ve brought us to the slums?”

“Much more interesting!”

“Less of a chance of me being pyschografted.” I smile cheerily.

Martha looks confused, “What’s a pyschograft?” “Kinda like being possessed. It’s illegal on every civilized planet because it’s deadly to the host body.”

Her confusion turns to horror.

A man suddenly flips open the top of the large green boxes to reveal a street vendor’s cart. Around us, many others do the same, appearing and shouting out their wares.

“Are they selling drugs?” I ask. “I think they’re selling moods.” The Doctor answers.

The Doctor approaches a pale woman who has just bought something, “Sorry, but, hold on a minute. What happened to your parents?” “They drove off.”

“They might drive back.”

“Everyone goes to the motorway in the end. I’ve lost them.”

“But they can’t have gone far. You could find them.”

The pale woman just looks at him, then looks down with a sigh. She sticks the circular token to her neck.

“No, no, no, don’t!”

The womans expression changes almost instantly. She seems docile, serene; a bit out of it, but blithely unaware of her surroundings, “I’m sorry, what were you saying?” “Your parents. Your mother and father. They’re on the motorway.” “Are they? That’s nice.”

I look at the Doctor, he seems disturbed but not surprised.

“So, that’s the human race five billion years in the future. Off their heads on chemicals.” As Martha says this I get grabbed around my neck.

I scream, struggling as I get dragged away.

“I’m sorry, I’m really, really sorry. We just need three, that’s all.” I can hear the Doctor screaming, “No, let her go! I’m warning you, let her go! Whatever you want, I can help. But first you’ve got to let her go!”

“I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. Sorry.” The woman slams a door behind her.

The couple push me down a shadowy corridor before we emerge in the daylight running down a fire escape.

The man has me by the arm, the woman is at the rear, holding out the gun.

I scream at them, “You shouldn’t have done that, he’s gonna kill you!” I break free of the man’s grip, but he grabs me again and pulls me closer.

We’ve stopped in front of a large black car.

“Give her some Sleep.” “NO, don’t, please!”

“It’s just Sleep Fourteen.” The woman reaches into the vehicle and pulls out another token, before pressing it to my neck.

I slowly wake up, an odd green light above me. I look around the car, seeing containers of pills and liquid next to me, and hear voices in the background.

I see two silhouettes in front of me.

I hear a voice talking and reach up to my neck, pulling the token off my neck.

“The sky… They say the air smells like apple grass. Can you imagine?”

“The houses are made of wood. Jobs are going in the foundries. Everyone says so!”

I grab the gun sitting next to my head and point it at them. “Take me back.”

The two glance at each other.

“I’m sorry. That’s not a real gun.” I nod slowly, setting the gun down.

“What’s your name?” The woman asks. “Abby Grabska.” I get up and walk to stand between them.

“Well, I’m Cheen, and this is Milo. And I swear we’re sorry. We’re really, really sorry. We just needed access to the fast line, but I promise as soon as we arrive, we’ll drop you off and you can go back and find your friends.” She speaks.

“Seriously?”

“I swear! Look.” She brushes her hair back to reveal a token on her neck with the words ‘honesty 36’ printed on it, “Honesty patch.”

“Where are we anyways?” “We’re on the motorway.” Milo answers.

“Is that fog?”

“Exhaust fumes.” “We’re going out to Brooklyn. Everyone says the air’s so much cleaner, and we couldn’t stay in Pharmacy Town, ‘cause…” Milo rubs Cheen’s knee and she grins up at me.

“Well, ‘cause of me. I’m pregnant. We only discovered it last week. Scan says it’s going to be a boy.”

“I’d say congratulations but you technically kidnapped me so that feels weird.”

“This’ll be as fast as we can go. We’ll take the motorway to the Brooklyn flyover, and then after that it’s gonna take awhile, ’cause then there’s not a fast lane, just ordinary roads, but at least it’s direct.” “It’s only ten miles.” “How long’s that gonna take?” I ask.

“About six years.”

I nearly pass out, “What?”

“Be just in time for him to start school.” The two giggle.

“Ten miles in six years? I know old Earth traffic in New York was ridiculous but that is another level.”

“How many cars are out there?” I watch the traffic jam from the window. “I don’t think anyone knows.” Cheen holds something out, “Here you go. Hungry?”

I pull away from the window and look at the wafer, “No thanks.”

“About how far down is it to this fast lane?” “Oh, it’s right at the bottom, underneath the traffic jam. But not many people can afford three passengers, so it’s empty down there. Rumor has it you can reach up to thirty miles per hour.”

“That’s still slow as fuck.” I groan.

The two laugh at me.

“But how are you supposed to live in here? It’s pretty small.”

“Oh, we stocked up. Got self-replicating fuel, muscle stimulants for exercise, and there’s a chemical toilet at the back. And all waste products are recycled as food.” I faux-gag, “Very glad I didn’t take the wafer now.”

“Oh, another gap, this is brilliant!”

“Car sign in.” An electronic voice speaks.

Milo speaks into the transmitter, “Car Four Six Five Diamond Six, on descent to fast lane, thank you very much.” “Please drive safely.”

Milo speaks, pointing to the monitor, “See? Another ten layers to go. We’re scorching.”

I smile.

A low noise sounds, like a mix between a creak and a growl.

“What’s that?” I ask.

The sound echoes again, “It’s coming from underneath.”

“It does have noises, doesn’t it? It’s like Kate said. The stories are true.” “What stories?” Milo speaks, exasperated, “It’s the sound of the air vents. That’s all. The exhaust fumes travel down, so at the base of the tunnel they’ve got air vents.” “No, the stories are much better.” Cheen insists, “They say people go missing on the motorway. Some cars just vanish, never to be seen again. ‘Cause something is living down there, in the smoke. Something huge. And hungry. And if you get lost on the road… it’s waiting for you.”

As the rumbling noise gets louder, we all stare at each other nervously.

Milo shifts in his seat, “But like I said. Air vents.” He presses buttons on the console, “Going down to the next layer.” “Except look out there. Does it look like the air vents are working?”

“No.”

The sounds keep getting louder, growling, and crashing.

“So what’s that, then?” I whisper.

Milo shakes his head, “Nah. Kid stuff.” He speaks into the transmitter, “Car Four Six Diamond Six, on descent.”

“Fast lane access, please drive safely.”

“We made it. The fast lane.” Milo says.

Cheen grins, breathless, as the car scoots out of the long lines of traffic and descends into the empty smoke.

All of us look dejectedly at the screen. All of the exits in Brooklyn Junction are closed.

“What do we do?” “We’ll keep going round. We’ll do the whole loop. By the time we come back round, they’ll be open.” Milo insists.

The rumbling noises come again, we all look around in panic.

“You’re still calling that air vents?” I ask. “What else could it be?”

The noise happens again.

“What the hell is that?”

“It’s just, the hydraulics.” Milo tells us.

“Sounds like it’s… alive.” “It’s all exhaust fumes out there. Nothing could breathe in that.” The electronic voice calls out, “Calling Car For Six Five Diamond Six. Repeat, calling Car Four Six Diamond Six.” Milo speaks into the transmitter, “This is Car Four Six Five Diamond Six. who’s that? Where are you?”

A woman’s voice comes through, “I’m in the fast lane, about fifty yards behind. Can you get back up? Can you get off the fast lane?” “We only have permission to go down. We… we need the Brooklyn Flyover.” “It’s closed. Go back up.” “We can’t. We’ll just go round.” “Don’t you understand? They’re closed. They’re always closed.” Cheen claps her hand over her mouth, letting out frightened gasps.

“We’re stuck down here. And there’s something else. Out there, in the fog. Can’t you hear it?” There is a shrill roar outside. “That’s the air vents.” “Jehovah! What are you, some stupid kid? Get out of here!” “What was that?” Milo asks.

There are two screams, “I can’t move! They’ve got us!” “But what’s happening?” I grab the transmitter, “What’s got you? What is it?” “Just drive, you idiots! Get out of here! Get out!” “Can you hear me? Hello?”

“Just drive! Do what she said, get us out of here!” I cry.

“But where?”

“Just straight ahead! And fast!” Cheen sobs, “What is it? What’s out there? What is it?”

The car is jolting more than ever.

“Go faster!” I urge.

“I’m at top speed!” The monitor reads, ‘proximity warning’, “No access above.” “But this is an emergency!” Milo speaks into the transmitter.

The car is zooming through the sea of creatures, barely missing the giant claws.

“Thank you for your call. You have been placed on hold.”

“Turn everything off!” I tell him. “You’ve got to be joking.” “No, it’s all fog out there, how can they see us? Maybe it’s the engines, the sound, the heat, or the light. Turn everything off. They might not be able to find us.”

“What if your wrong?” Milo asks.

“It can’t be worse than this! Just do it!” Milo goes for it, flicking switches at the roof and on the console. This seems to do the trick.

“They’ve stopped.” Cheen says.

“Yeah, but they’re still out there.” We all glance around nervously.

“How’d you think of that?” Cheen asks.

“Sensory elimination. Whatever it is down there hunts based of off smell or sound, not sight, that fog is thick. If we can’t see them, they definitely can’t see us.”

“We’ve lost the aircon. If we don’t switch the engines on, we won’t be able to breathe.” “How long?” “Eight minutes, maximum.”

Cheen is crying softly.

The car is silent.

“How much air’s left?” Cheen asks.

“Two minutes.” “There’s always the Doctor. He’ll think of something.” “Abby, no one’s coming.” I blink back the tears, “You’re wrong. He’d reduce this planet to ashes if it meant he could save me.” “Right.” Milo turns the car back on.

The lights come on again and Milo grips Cheen’s hand briefly, “Good luck.”

“And you.”

The creatures attack once more, and the car ducks and dodges through them.

Something catches on the car and sparks fly through the cabin.

I grab a hold of Cheen as we scream.

Suddenly the Doctor’s face appears on the monitor, “Oi! Car Four Six Five Diamond Six! Abby! Drive up!”

“I told you!” “We can’t go up! We’ll hit the layer!” “Just do as he says! Go up!” I tell Milo.

“You’ve got access above! Now go!”

The car swings free and bursts out of the fog, heading for the sky.

We gaze up, sunlight hitting our faces.

“It’s daylight! Oh my God! That’s the sky, the real sky!” “He did it!” I hug Cheen, “I told you, he did it!”

Milo and Cheen kiss.

“Car Four Six Five Diamond Six, I’ve sent you a flight path. Come to the Senate.” I grab the transmitter, “On my way!”

“It’s been quite a while since I saw you, Abby Grabska.”

I run into the senate room with Martha, who had just been dropped off.

“Doctor?” I shout, ignoring the skeletons.

“Over here.” I run to him, spotting Novice Hame and the Face of Boe.

“What’s that?” Martha asks.

“It’s the Face of Boe.” I reply, “Come on.” I walk up to them. “He’s the one that saved you, not me.” “My lord gave his life to save the city.” Novice Hame speaks.

I kneel next to her.

“And now he’s dying.”

“No, don’t say that. Not old Boe. plenty of life left.” The Doctor insists.

“It’s good to breathe the air once more.” “Who is he?” “I don’t even know. Legend says the Face of Boe has lived for billions of years. Isn’t that right? And you’re not about to give up now.” “Everything has it’s time. You know that, old friend, better than most.” “The legend says more.” “Don’t. There’s no need for that.”

“It says that the Face of Boe will speak his final secret to a traveler.” “Yeah, but not yet. Who needs secrets, eh?” “I have seen so much. Perhaps too much. I am the last of my kind, as you are the last of yours, Doctor.” “That’s why we have to survive. Both of us.” The Doctor’s voice breaks, “Don’t go.” “I must. But know this, Time Lord. You are not alone.” The Face of Boe’s eyes close for the last time. Novice Hame begins to sob. I feel myself tearing up. 

Martha is the first to stand. The Doctor follows soon after, offering me a hand.

I pull myself up and he puts an arm around my shoulder.

We walk through Pharmacy Town, it’s deserted.

“All closed down.” He says. “Happy?” I ask.

“Happy happy.” I laugh softly. The Doctor inspects one of the empty booths, “New New York can start again. And they’ve got Novice Hame. Just what every city needs, cats in charge! Come on, time we were off.” He begins to stroll away.

“But what did he mean, the Face of Boe?” The Doctor stops and turns around. “‘You’re not alone.’” “I don’t know.” He laments.

“He also said, ‘Last of your kind.’ What does that mean?” Martha asks.

“I distracted you because he doesn’t like it.” I tell her.“Like what?” “I’m not just a Time Lord. I’m the last of the Time Lords. The Face of Boe was wrong. There’s no one else.” He sighs heavily.

#autistic writer #autistic!reader #doctor who x reader #tenth doctor x reader #tenth doctor x oc #doctor who x oc #doctor who #chrysalis story #my writing

[im-outofideas]

"fort" night at mike's.

fandom: five nights at freddy's (movie)

w/c: 843

summary: mike and vanessa are sleep deprived. they want to help each other.

a/n: i thought the movie was really cute! it wasn't something to take completely seriously. also, i am conforming with the masses because josh hutcherson is 😻.

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This was their best work yet, not including the one they made with the help of creepy possessed robots. The fort in the living room was the largest it’s ever been, stretching spaciously from the couch to the television. The TV was tucked inside the fort by blankets to ensure they had entertainment alongside maximum coziness.

Mike, Vanessa, and Abby laid in the fort, heads pointing toward each other in a triangular shape. It was reaching the witching hour. Abby had fallen asleep twenty minutes after the construction of the fort. She had done most of the work, after all. It tuckered her out. Mike and Vanessa, on the other hand, found sleep a difficult thing to achieve recently. Not that it had never been easy to do anyway.

Mike stared enviously at the blanket-ceiling, listening to the peaceful sounds his sister made in her sleep. They should've gotten pillows before they laid down to prevent snoring. It would’ve made falling asleep easier, too.

“Vanessa,” he whispered.

“Yeah, Mike?”

“Not asleep?”

“Not yet.”

He knew there was no way she could sleep decently for a long time. The first night out of the hospital, he had offered to let her stay in their home. That night he found her sat cross-legged on the couch, wide eyed and tired. She confessed to him the last thing she saw before falling into her coma was the murderous rage in her father’s eyes. The same eyes at least five other children saw in their own last moments. The same eyes she saw in her nightmares every second she spent in the coma.

“Give me your arm.” He said. She stuck her arm out toward Mike, who reached up and began to stroke gently with his nails. It was somewhat awkward, but he tried his best not to halter.

“Used to do this for Abby when, um…”

“When your mom died?” She asked, bluntly.

“Yeah. It took her hours to fall asleep the first few days. She wouldn’t let me stop the entire night. Eventually it took less and less time to get her down. Quickest was two minutes.”

She smiled. He was offering to stay up all night to help her sleep. She allowed herself to enjoy the feeling, letting it soothe and distract her mind.

“I should be doing this for you. You're the bigger insomniac.” she said.

“Doesn't have the same effect on me. It’s the opposite of relaxing, actually.”

“Don’t like to be touched in your sleep?” she asked, carefully trying to learn his boundaries. Trying to learn everything about him.

“No, nothing like that. It just tickles.” He confessed. Vanessa giggled.

“When's the last time you've tried?”

“Aw, geez. I dunno, seven? I remember it was my mom. I got jealous seeing her do it to the baby to get him to fall asleep.”

“And you don’t think you've grown out of the ticklishness by now?” She stopped his stroking by grasping his wrist firmly. He tugged without much real effort.

“Ahh, don't think it's a good idea to find out. For you to find out.”

They played a friendly tug-of-war with each other’s wrists, stopping only when Abby shifted around in her sleep, disturbed by the motion.

“Just let me try. You never know. It might help you sleep now that you're older.” Vanessa insisted. Mike sighed, relaxing his body. He gave her his arm.

She rolled over onto her stomach, laying on her elbows to get a better look at both his arm and face. He closed his eyes, face schooled neutrally.

With one finger, she stroked up and down his wrist and forearm.

His eyes creased tighter, lips wobbling to fight against a small smile. He pursed them out like a duck to keep it from twitching.

“Really? Just this?” She teased. She pulled away for a second, before waggling her three middle fingers over the inside of his bicep.

He tittered, immediately pulling his arm in and shrugging up.

Mike opened his eyes to see Vanessa staring at him in such a way it made him blush. He looked at the blanket-ceiling with a frown.

“You didn’t grow out of it.” She deduced.

“Right, thank you.”

“It’s alright, you can stick to your whale sounds.”

“Will do.”

“No more pills, though.”

“Yeah.”

Without any warning Abby huffed up, startling Mike and Vanessa. She sat straight, her eyebrows angry. She crawled out of the fort.

“Where are you going?” Mike called out to her.

“My room! Flirt without me next time.” She sassed with a hint of disgust laced in her voice. She stomped to her room and shut the door with displeasure.

Mike, floored once again, stared speechlessly up at a stitch in the fabric.

Vanessa shrugged it off. She laid back down on her back, shifting around comfortably before sticking her arm back toward Mike. He shyly obliged, continuing the earlier ministrations.

“It felt nice, actually." he said. "It tickled, but I probably would have fallen asleep eventually.”

“Oh, good. Let’s try it tomorrow. Tonight’s my turn.” she said languidly. Mike smiled, happy she was receptive to his help without protesting.

“Okay.”

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #ticklish!mike schmidt #fnaf movie fluff

[pomegranarchy]

Have You Any Faith? Chapter 2: Arrival

wordcount: 1339 content warning: none link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47796682/chapters/120743410

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arrival: noun ar·riv·al

1: the act of arriving 2: the attainment of an end or state 3: one that has recently arrived

In the time since, a strange bug had wandered into the village.

The bug’s steps are loud and heavy. Hopper had told Tiak that they reminded him of the clack of a broad shelled beetle. Not that very many of those came around this crook of Hallownest. A few conspire that the bug used to be a guard, given their height and imposing voice. Tiak himself thought it must be a ruse, as the bug possesses the easy mobility of a softer shelled bug, twisting and bending with what seems to be no limit. Pretending to be a much bigger and tougher bug would help protect anyone that seemed so… well, Tiak isn’t sure what the right word is. Lost? Sad? It would have been easier to tell if the bug didn’t always cloak themselves in loose fabric. Or maybe, if the bug explained anything themselves.

Either way, there was work to do. Tiak stepped into the mill, peering towards the silhouette at the grinder. It was impressive how dedicated they were to the task, but any normal bug had to take at least one break by now. What compelled somebody to settle down in the middle of nowhere, anyway?

“Ah, Tiak!” He jolts, having missed the other bug in the room. Thea chitters with amusement, setting down her scoop. “You came just in time. Our new friend was just getting to the good part!”

“The good part?”

“Yes! I used to dread my turn in here, but it’s so much easier with a story. It’s about a princess, and these terrible bugs trying to test her every night!” Thea waves an antenna in the taller bug’s direction. The grinding slows to a halt.

“It’s really only a simple story,” They say. “Nonsense!” Thea exclaims. “You’ve kept me more interested in flour then I’ve been in-- who knows how long! Maybe ever! Come on, catch Tiak up quick.”

Tiak grinds his mandibles together for a second. “Actually, I came here to see how much longer you’d be working.”

“Ah,” The bug exhales heavily. “Until I finish my story, I guess. Why, how long has it been?”

“You came in here when-- when most of us had first woken up, and now the kids are fighting themselves to stay awake! Don’t tell me you’ve been here the whole time?” At the bug’s lack of answer, he twitches.

“Have you really?” Thea asks sharply. “You can’t keep on like that! You’ll be so exhausted you won’t wake up again! How many times do we have to tell you? You don’t have to work your shell off to stay here, you know!”

“It’s okay,” The taller bug assures. “I’ve taken breaks. This isn’t all that taxing for me.”

“Honestly,” Thea chides, “You’d think you want to work yourself to death.”

They make a strange huffing noise that bounces up and down in pitch. “Don’t get your head in a twist. I’m fine, really.”

“A twist?” Tiak asks.

“It’s, uh… another expression. It means getting overly worried or panicked about things. Panic can make you feel dizzy and confused, so your head is ‘in a twist.’” The bug waves a sleeved arm about, making a swirling motion in the air.

“I never know how you keep coming up with so many of those,” Thea says. “It’s like little mini stories. Speaking of, you haven’t finished the one you started!”

“Hey!” Tiak interjects. “Overly worried? It’s a perfectly fine worry! Come on out, leave the rest for tomorrow. You can tell Thea the rest of your story outside.”

The bug steps away from the grinder, gesturing towards the doorway. Thea bounces out ahead of them, buzzing excitedly. “Alright. By the way, is there some sort of holiday or event soon?”

“No,” He says, confused. “Not that I’ve heard of.”

“Oh. You said the kids were trying to keep themselves up. I thought there could’ve been something they wanted to be awake for.”

“Ahh, I see. No, most of them are just afraid of sleeping. I was too.” And still am, Tiak thinks to himself. The strange bug makes a humming noise, and leaves it at that.

----

The stranger had taken to telling the children stories whenever bedtime came near. Effortlessly, they spun fantastical tales of all sorts. Filled with strange words, figures of speech, and turns of expression. They explained what wordplay was, and what making puns meant. It had become such a routine that the village had taken to calling them ‘Wordsmith.’

Tiak had molted out of being considered a child some time ago. It was an important event, and it meant he could help the village like he couldn’t before! But it was times like these where he wished he were still a little younger. Then, he could join the little group that hounded the Wordsmith, begging them to tell another story. To tell another clever joke, explain another big, strange word. Tiak could hardly contain the urge himself. It was just so exciting! It made the question of where they came from all the more curious. Where had they gotten all their stories? All of those brand new words? Surely they hadn’t come up with all of them alone. Tiak made the excuse of personally guiding the kids to their respective homes, just to catch snippets of the Wordsmith’s talk.

Once, he had overheard Hopper ask the Wordsmith if they minded looking after the children. In response, they had said that they were ‘enamored’ with them. Now, bedtime was something of celebration rather than dread. The difficulty in getting the kids to sleep were in their retellings, not their fear. At times, Tiak felt the same. But at others…

A child tugs at the Wordsmith’s loose sleeve. Perhaps the only form of touch that they allow; any other sends the Wordsmith shrinking away.

“Hey, um, I have a question… about your story.”

“Yes?”

“Isn’t… wasn’t the sleeping beauty afraid of going to sleep?” Tiak lingers. The child attached to his hand tightens their grip. The silence is aching.

“No. Do you want to know why?” The Wordsmith kneels, snapping a piece of long grass from the ground. “Because she had a dreamcatcher. It’s a very simple thing, really. You make a loop, like this, and then use something to make a net in the middle.”

They tie the ends together, forming a loop. Tearing a piece of thread from their robes, they wind it around the grass loop. The child-- no, the group of bugs-- watch attentively. No one dares interrupt them. Once it’s finished, the Wordsmith holds it out to the child. Tenderly, the child touches a hand to it.

“But… what does it do?”

“That’s simple, too. A dreamcatcher protects you, making sure that your sleep is peaceful and safe. It’ll catch all the nasty things before they can get to your head. Anyone can make one.”

“... Anyone? Really? Even though I can’t do magic?”

“Yes, really. The best part is that it works because of why it was made. That’s the thing about dreamcatchers. You can’t buy or trade one, or make one for yourself. It will only work if someone gives it to you, because they want you to be safe. Like this one. I want you to sleep safely, from now on and forever. All you have to do is name it, and the dreamcatcher will know it’s yours.” The Wordsmith holds out the completed dreamcatcher. As the child looks down at the gift, Tiak feels awe spread through him. Can a single bug really do that? If this works… if this gift is as valuable as they say…!

“Will you make one for me too?” Before he can stop himself, the words are spilling out of him. The Wordsmith looks sharply upwards. After a pause, they nod. All at once, the other bugs are asking them the same question. Tiak would have felt bad about overwhelming them, but all he can think of is how much he hopes that this grass and string will keep his village safe.

#hyaf #hollow knight ocs #hollow knight #hollow knight fanfic #ao3 #posted on AO3 #have you any faith?

[whatthefoucault]

It’s day 21 of Stream Ink and today’s word is Insect, so allow me to introduce Stedeflower and Bumblebeedward:

The bee was very good at his job. He possessed a finely-tuned instinct for finding the best wildflower meadows and gardens, his sense of direction was impeccable, he was held in very high esteem in the hive.

So it was a shame that he found it all so dreadfully dull. It was the same old thing, day in, day out, flowers, wiggles, flowers, wiggles, nothing interesting ever happened to him. So it was especially surprising the day he found himself heading back to the hive via the deep, dark forest, and there, he found something very unusual indeed.

Hidden among the ferns and fungus and shade-loving undergrowth was a single, solitary little sunflower. Not the tallest of varieties, but distinct in its cheerful hue.

"Fuck off," said the bee, with incredulous delight: the deep, dark forest was no place for such a sunflower, with its ostentatious, frilly foliage and radiant golden petals, yet here he was anyway.

As he drew closer, he could see it slumped forward, its petals curving sadly downward, its leaves hanging limply.

It was the most beautiful creature the bee had ever seen.

"Oh, hi there," said the sunflower, as cheerfully as he could, attempting to right himself. "I'm afraid I mustn't be making a very good first impression. I'm not having the best of days, you see."

The bee glanced up at the displaced fern frond blocking the sunflower's patch of sky. It must have become stuck in the last rainstorm. "Yeah, I can see that," he said. "You want a hand with that?"

"Oh, if you'd be so kind," replied the sunflower, with a little affirmative shake of his fine foliage.

The bee considered the impediment carefully: it would have been a heavy frond for a solitary bee to lift entirely, but was perched against a vine such that he ought to be able to gently nudge it out of the way. He pushed and pushed with no small effort on his part, almost certain he would do himself an injury in the process, the sigh of relief from his beautiful new friend when the sky was revealed again was more than worth the risk.

"Ahh, that's more like it." The sunflower stretched his petals toward the light with a happy little shake. "Thank you so much."

"No worries," replied the bee, heart so full at the sight of the sunflower's joy that he did a happy little somersault in midair.

"You must think I'm pretty stupid," lamented the sunflower. "A sunflower, in the middle of the deep, dark forest? It's ridiculous, isn't it?"

"Nah, mate," chuckled the bee. "I think it's brilliant. You're out here, taking chances, doing your own thing. That's amazing."

"Oh, well." The sunflower blushed. "That's very nice of you to say. I'm Stede, by the way."

The sunflower bowed, extending a leaf for the bee to land on.

"I'm Ed," replied the bee.

"Pleased to meet you, Ed," the sunflower smiled. "I don't suppose I might interest you in a sip of nectar?"

#ofmd #gentlebeard #blackbonnet #ed teach #stede bonnet #did i just made a bee!ed and sunflower!stede au #yes #yes i did #this is a thing now #art