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sundaycentric · 6 months

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I need fluff can you write yandere dan heng and if you do 2 Neuvillete (idk how to spell his name 😭)

Sorry if this goes over the rules you could ignore I loveee yandere dan heng hehe

(separate yandere) dan heng & neuvillette x gn reader

content ★ headcanons, minific, yandere, not proof read, gn reader, reader has hair in dan heng's part, sfw, fluff?

note ★ i love yandere hcs.. idk what it is i just eat them up every single time. but sorry for my recent inactivity ?!?! i rushed these a bit tho.. hope theyre still good </3 mainly just put my thoughts down :(

DAN HENG ★

Dan Heng knows what it's like. He knows what it's like to be locked up, forced away from the outside world. He knows what it's like to be alone and scared. He knows what it's like to have someone watch your every move. Dan Heng knows what it would be like for you. Yet, he can't shake the thoughts and desires to take you.

Dan Heng knows it's wrong. He can sympathize, which is probably why he tried to deny it all in the first place. However, he's been so selfless. He accepted punishment without complaint. He helps around the Astral Express so much. It's hard for Dan Heng to not be selfish this once and indulge in his love.

That is if he can even call it love. Dan Heng tried to deny his feelings for you first. He knew how hard it would be, even without expecting the obsession to come along with it. His draconic heritage makes him more possessive than the average lover. They hoard what they love, and it includes their mates as well.

Dan Heng can't avoid it entirely, though. Being without you feels like an even worse punishment than his banishment. With you, he feels something he has never felt before. Dan Heng can no longer deny his love for you, even if it may be more than that.

You might notice him giving extra attention to you. It is never anything big, but rather small things. Dan Heng looks at you a bit longer. He smiles slightly when you talk. He stands closer to you. He won't flinch away when you grab his hand. He'll let you into the Archives. Dan Heng will treat you differently.

He is still silent as ever, but he is more relaxed around you. At the same time, he feels more tense, though. Dan Heng doesn't want to push you away. He'll take his time with you.

In his dragon form, his thoughts are even worse. It is harder to suppress his desire for you. Especially when he already begins to subconsciously think of you as his mate. This is when things get a bit more severe. He's less controlled.

Dan Heng's tail might loosely wrap around your ankle as if you'd run. He'll glare at people he thinks are too close. He'll only go where you go. He'll favor you and always find a way to defend you. Things like this are much more noticeable as his love grows.

The Archives have a lot more entries about you. Your physical description, personality, hobbies, interests, and moods all have their own extensive pages. When he can't be with you, he'll simply write or read about you. Dan Heng will find himself reading over your information if he can't go to sleep.

At this point, Dan Heng knows it is more than love. He knows he is obsessed with you. But he doesn't care all that much. He feels something, something that isn't cold. Something that feels good and warm in his heart, even if it is terribly wrong in his brain. He's given up on trying to suppress it. He simply can't, so Dan Heng embraces it. He embraces you. He loves you.

If you do end up loving Dan Heng as well, he will be overjoyed. You can't see it on his face, but the way his tail tightly coils around your waist tells you otherwise. He isn't too big on physical touch normally, but he will always have some kind of touch on you.

He'll get a bit overbearing. He doesn't want to see you hurt. It's dangerous trailblazing. Dan Heng needs you.

If you find out the extent of his love, he might finally lose the rest of his self-restraint. You'd probably run. He doesn't want that. He won't let that happen. You're his now.

Dan Heng gently ran his fingers through your hair, playing with it. You sat down in front of him with his tail securely wrapped around your waist. Your back snugly pressed against his chest. Both of you breathed slowly, enjoying the moment.

"Dan Heng?" You asked. He did not respond. He only continued to mess with your hair. You couldn't see his expression, how he looked at you with utter love in his eyes. He was thinking.

"Dan Heng..?" You question softly. This time, Dan Heng seems to have heard your words. His fingers stop for a moment as he blinks.

"Yes, what is it?" His fingers resume once he speaks. They softly pull through any tangles, Dan Heng paying extra attention to make sure he doesn't hurt you. His tail lightly twitched around your waist.

"I was thinking about going on the Luofu with March and..." You didn't get to finish your sentence as Dan Heng's grip on your hair tightened. It hurt a bit, as his fist pulled on your hair unknowingly. Dan Heng's voice came next.

"No," he said. Dan Heng's voice was far colder than it usually was. He sounded angry and disappointed and upset. It was impossible for you to turn to see his expression with his hand holding your head straight. Dan Heng repeated, "No. It's too dangerous. The.. Stellaron Hunters are there. He is there. If something happens to you, you will never be able to best him in a fight. You need to stay here, where it's safe. Besides, March and the others don't need you. They can do this alone."

Dan Heng's words came out harsher than he was meaning to, but he was too busy worrying about you to realize. He shuddered slightly, imagining what it would be like if you were Blade's next victim. It wasn't hard to figure out Dan Heng is attached to you, so perhaps he would go for you to get to Dan Heng. The thought sickened him. He never wanted to see you in pain like he had to be. Slowly, his grip loosened as he went back to playing with your hair.

However, you were also a bit uneasy. Dan Heng's tone was off, and he had been acting weird recently. You spoke after a few minutes of silence, "I'm feeling tired... I'm going to go to sleep in my room now, Heng."

"Hm," Dan Heng hums, "No. I think you will sleep in here from now on."

NEUVILLETTE ★

Neuvillette also knows it's wrong. What he stays up at night thinking of is illegal. It goes against everything he does in life. Yet, he would never think it would feel so good.

Neuvillette has never been a selfish man. For hundreds of years, he upheld justice for others. He was always fair and righteous, even when it hurt. However, Neuvillette has never really wanted anything specific in the first place. Yes, he yearns to understand himself and others, but he has never felt that carnal desire to own something.

That is, until he met you of course. Suddenly, he felt something he'd never felt before. It was weird, bubbling in his chest sweetly. It made his heart ache with yearning. It almost felt a bit painful, but it was also so enjoyable. He wanted more of it.

You made him feel something he has yet to grasp. He may not understand emotions well, but he knows what certain ones are. But this, he does not know. You made Neuvillette feel something new. Something that made him feel a bit more alive. As if you were the purpose, the reason he was born.

Neuvillette tries to dismiss these thoughts, but it's hard. He must focus on his duties, but he often thinks of you in the moments between work. He knows it's wrong. But it doesn't feel bad. It feels good. So, is it really that wrong?

Neuvillette is still very busy, though. He will get the melusines to spy on you, which they happily accept. Neuvillette often tells them about you since he doesn't have anyone else he can tell. It's gotten to the point where alongside seeing Neuvillette as their father of sorts, they see you as a parent as well. Of course, they think, you must be the monsieur's spouse. They certainly have no issue with simply ensuring their 'parent's' safety, after all.

Neuvillette never corrects them. After all, it makes him feel warm inside. Marriage sounds nice. A legal contract, bounding you to each other forever. Suddenly, Neuvillette seems to pay more attention to marriage documents and trials related to it.

He will never say anything first. Ever. Even though Neuvillette wants you badly, he will not break his moral code and risk doing something irrational. He likely wouldn't either way, but he worries. Especially when it comes to you.

Neuvillette is very protective of you. He wasn't very big on touch, but now he likes to have some sort of contact with you. Holding your hand, arm, waist, finger, whatever it may be. It helps him make sure you're okay. It's been so long since he's felt affection like that, and he tries to get you to spoil him with it sometimes.

He loves it so much when you treat the melusines like they are your children. Maybe one day you can have children together. Whether it's biological or adoption, he doesn't care. Neuvillette wants to be with you however he can.

And once the prophecy kicks off entirely, you're never leaving his sight again. Even if you're not from Fontaine, there's still a risk and uncertainty. Neuvillette won't let you slip away. He can't. He'll pamper you, do whatever you ask of him (besides letting you go), but he just needs you to stay where he knows you're safe.

If you try to leave, then good luck. It'll be raining. Hard. You can barely even walk without getting soaked. It's never been this bad in Fontaine before.. but as soon as Neuvillette sees you again, it's unbearably sunny. The weather is quite extreme.

You're his mate after all. Why are you even trying to leave him, if you are? This is your home now. Neuvillette sighs, perhaps you're just nervous. It's okay, though. He figures you need to adjust.

He won't care if you find out how much he loves you. Why does it matter? Of course, he loves his mate.

"I forbid you," Neuvillette stares you down, "My dear, please, come back over here. I'd hate to request a guard to block the door."

You stop in your tracks, not doubting Neuvillette's words. You could feel his gaze burning into your skull. It scared you. He was incredibly powerful, and it would be best to comply with him, no?

You turned around. He smiled gently, "Good. Now come, sit back down, mon ange (my angel)."

You listen to him, slowly walking back towards him. You sit on the couch next to his desk before he sighs. The rain gets a bit harder.

"You know that's not your seat," he murmurs. And you know exactly what he means. Neuvillette waits for you to return to him, and sit on his lap—your seat. You do.

"There," Neuvillette breathes out on your neck. He wraps his arms around your waist and buries his face into your neck. The rain alleviates, slowing. You shake a bit in his grasp, either from his breathing or your possible fear.

"Shh.. it's okay, mon cœur (my heart), is it that you're cold..?" Neuvillette asks sweetly, before holding you tighter. "I'll warm you up, my love. Just stay with me.."

His hands begin to rub circles into your back as he flips you over. Neuvillette isn't manhandling you roughly, but he does it with such ease. It may not be purposeful, but it's a reminder of just how much stronger he is than you. After all, he is a dragon. He uses his glove hand to gently push you against his chest. Neuvillette effectively trapped you in his warm grasp.

"Neuvillette.." You say softly, "There is no need to hold me like a lifeline."

He smiles but doesn't loosen his grip. "I beg to differ. After all, I don't think I could live without you, so you are my lifeline, no? My lifeline and my mate.."

Neuvillette's voice is longing. You won't be able to get out of this any time soon. The rain disappears alongside your smile (or frown).

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sweetadonisbutbetter · 21 days

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Omi gosh I fell for your Adam post instantly!

What about him after getting trapped in hell or something, he gets to meet a sweet fallen angel??

Like, she was so concerned because she knew how bad it felt to be damned to hell and falling from grace so she did her best to make him feel better!

(They're both unaware that they'll be smitten with eachother in the future and would have matching wedding rings)

hhh fallen adam and fallen reader tearing my hair out (lovingly) this is the inspo for adams look! EDIT: I GOT THE ARTIST!!!! ARTIST IS SCOUT_ISH IN TWT!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH HUNTERS-TRASHBLOG FOR TELLING ME!!!! also reader will be slightly thicker/implied to be chubby!! but other than that, everything is kept ambigous so you can imagine yourself!! adam 4 the chubbies teehee

Bewitched | Adam x Fem! Reader

Relationship: Romantic Warnings: None!

Adam grimaced as he looked at himself through a broken piece of mirror. Long gone was the golden halo, now replaced with horns that mimicked his exorcist horns. His handsome face was no longer human, now looking like his mask. When he first arrived, he thought it was one, and tried with all his might to remove it, his face being a different color than his maroon body. The realization that this was his body now dawned upon him in the moments afterward. He turned to look at his back, knowing that under his shirt were stubs, stubs where his once golden wings were. Instead of wings, he had a tail, similar in color to the rest of his body. Overall, Adam hated his new look.

He knew that no matter how much he looked at himself or avoided his gaze, he would still look the same. The truth of his reality that he kept running from, he was the very thing that he hated, he hunted, he killed. He was now a sinner. Fallen from grace, no longer in favor of the heavens. Truly left with no hope of ever being in God's good graces. This was the harshest truth Adam had ever faced, and it hurt more than his fall and even more than his wives leaving him. He didn’t know how to comprehend it at first, all his death, which was far longer than his life, he had only ever known Heaven.

He didn’t know what to do with his afterlife now. Not to say he was put together in Heaven, but after his divorce from Eve things never really improved; But now that he was in the same place as the people he saw below him? That fact alone wasn’t making things better. His first few days in Hell were spent with him licking his wounds, and gathering his thoughts. Adam couldn’t keep to himself forever, returning to the same alleyway that he was calling his temporary home. But where would he go? He knew he wouldn’t survive this place, especially if the sinners found out he was the one who led the exterminations. Which led him to the one place he had been avoiding since his fall.

The Hazbin Hotel.

He couldn’t return after he was the reason why the place was destroyed and why they no longer had a friend. But nowhere else was safe enough for him to run to. He was snapped out of his thoughts at a can being kicked. He turned to the sound and saw you.

Adam felt his breath catch as his heart stopped. The mere sight of you made it seem like he was back at heaven gate, that warm feeling of the sun against his skin as angels sang him his welcome. You glowed in a place that seemed to thrive on the depravity and sin of humans. Your natural hair framed your face in a way that he felt that if there was a halo, you would be otherworldly. You were full in all the right places, with the tummy to show it was real. You were dressed pretty modestly, which was odd in a place of debauchery, but not too much to seem like a prude. Your eyes were warm, with golden specks in them, almost as if you were from heaven. Once Adam realized that he was ogling a sinner, he snapped back and tried to glare at you.

“What do you want?” He snarls. He sees that you flinch back, and at that moment he begins to soften but keeps his tone. You look him over, and no matter what he tells himself, he knows that you aren’t doing it to be judgy. You have this look of concern on your face as you take in his form. He scoots back away from you, unsure why you are staring at him as you are.

“How long ago did you fall?” You ask, catching him off guard. Questions begin to swirl in his mind as he looks at you dumbly. How did you know he was from heaven? Did you see the battle? Did you know who he was? How did you know he fell? Thoughts swirling in his head, Adam couldn’t even ask you all of them. “Ah, it must have just happened. Sorry, didn’t mean to scratch at a new wound.”

“How did you know?” was all Adam could ask. You give him a small smile before you turn. With you back to Adam, he takes a brief moment to look at your ass before looking at what you were showing him. It was a pair of wings, with some stubs under your main pair. Adam’s breath hitches as he sees that the stubs are healed as if they had been that way for years. Knowing that he got his answer, you turn back around and give him a sad smile. Now new questions form in his head, starting with what you asked him. “How long ago did you fall?”

“Hm…A long time ago.” You say, shifting slightly as your wings retract. Adam nods as he takes in that he wouldn’t be the second-ever angel to fall. It made him feel less alone and relieved that he didn’t have to relate to Lucifer on something. You clear your throat causing him to look at you. “You don’t seem to have a place to stay…looking at the sight of this…alleyway. I could take you somewhere.”

You reach out your hand for him to take, which he does. You lead him somewhere as you both make idle chatter. Throughout the walk, Adam couldn’t scratch the feeling that he knew you. This strange feeling of deja vu washed over him as he tried to realize where he knew you from.

Unbeknownst to him, you knew exactly who he was. He was the first man and the first ever to enter heaven. You never got to meet him, having fallen by the time of his death for covering for Lillith and Lucifer. A part of you felt guilty, having hidden the first-ever affair. However, you wouldn’t trade it for the chance to stay in Heaven, knowing that you would get your niece Charlie. Not hiding the fact that it still haunted you, you saw this opportunity as a way to amends for hiding the betrayal. As you led him to the Hotel, you couldn’t think of how you would one day tell him how you knew him, however, you decided to focus on getting back on his feet.

You talked about how hell is, not aware of Adam behind you slowing down. You felt his hand leaving your own, look behind you, and see him with this look you cannot describe. He was looking down at your hand and then his own. You walk towards him and wave your hand in front of him, causing him to lift his head to look at yours.

“Is everything okay?” You ask, concerned. He doesn’t say anything as he nods.

“Yeah…sorry. Thought I saw something. You were saying?” He says, shaking his head and grabbing your hand. You flush and turn away, before continuing to talk and lead him to the Hotel.

What Adam had sworn he had seen was the formation of a little red string going pure white before disappearing.

In the OG writing reader was going to be in lvoe with adam alr but it didn't make sense so i scrapped it teehee

#hazbin hotel x reader #Hazbin Hotel Adam x reader #adam x reader #☾adoniswrites #anon ask #anon request

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strawberry-cow-smut · 4 months

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"It's always been there."

Character: Gojo Satoru, Jujutsu Kaisen

Reader: Gender Neutral

Exploring: First Meeting, Love at First Sight, First Date, Relationship Moments, Gaslighting (about small and inconsequential things), Awkward Moments, Lots of Fluff

Gojo Satoru is known for his boyish demeanor; full of fun, laughter, and a playfulness that rivals any other. Sure, he's possibly the most powerful sorcerer to have ever existed in the written memory of mankind and likely the closest thing to an actual god that humanity currently has on its side, but none of that really changes anything; at least when you look at him.

Satoru is like a mischievous cat. He'll mess with your hair and move essential items onto higher shelves then hide the stepladder just so you have to come ask him for help. He'll lurk around corners just to "casually" walk out just as you're coming around them to cause a crash of bodies in which he can ever-so-heroically save you from "certain death". To put it frankly, he's an asshole (affectionate).

But he's your asshole.

Gojo Satoru asked you out back when you were both in middle school. He'd decided to walk a different path on his way to the local convenience store after class had ended. For you, on the other hand, this path was your chosen way home from your own middle school.

It was a cold spring and the cherry blossoms had yet to bloom; decorating the landscape with trees that vaguely resembled themselves after the first powder of a chilly winter season. Some buds had already fallen and were floating their way down the stream next to his path.

He remembers seeing your reflection in the water of the river first, then moments later being awestruck as your figure popped out from a corner and began heading towards him. Normally, Satoru wouldn't think much of a person walking towards him, but something about you just had his heart in shambles the moment he laid eyes on you.

Is it really all that unusual for a middle schooler to hear wedding bells when he's barely even gotten over the idea of cooties?

The distance between you two was closing at a slow yet steady pace. He'd been frozen in place since the moment you'd appeared, but you hadn't stopped walking at all. Once you were roughly six or seven meters away, he couldn't hold himself back any longer.

"HEY!"

The sudden yell caught you off guard; bringing your own body's movements to a grinding halt.

"DO YOU WANT TO GO OUT SOMETIME?"

With a boyish smile and bright eyes, Satoru stared eagerly, waiting for an answer. Sure, the delivery wasn't the most impressive, nor had you ever seen this kid before in your life, but what did you have to lose?

"No."

Apparently, your dignity.

Not giving him another second of your time, you turned tail and walked away, leaving him frozen in the same spot, with a much sadder posture.

Satoru stayed still for a few minutes, processing what just happened and what he'd just done. What he'd just done was make an absolute fool of himself and blow what possibly could have been his only chance with you. He wasn't about to give up so easily, though.

For the next month and a half (or forty-three days, to be precise), Satoru walked that same route every single day at the same time, even on days when he didn't feel like heading to the convenience store, just hoping to see you again.

You, on the other hand, purposely walked a different path in hopes of avoiding a weird white-haired kid with a tendency to yell out his unfounded love confessions. On the forty-third day, you incorrectly decided it was safe to return to your normal path, and encountered the doofus once more.

Once again, he was awestruck. He did wait for you to approach a bit closer this time, though. Once you had passed by and were a few steps behind him, he stuttered out his name, accompanied with a rather charming voice crack. You muttered your own in response, and he lit up. He jogged a bit to catch up with you, abandoning his trip to the convenience store in favor of a conversation with you.

In all honesty, he was a bit of a pest. He was loud and a bit obnoxious with hardly any regard for personal space, but something about this weird kid with his sights on you seemed oddly right; maybe not a good idea, but right all the same. Reluctantly, you conceded and agreed to meet him for a movie after class next week.

Your first date wasn't all that great. He was so amped up about the idea of seeing you that he'd practically yelled every sentence he spoke. Whenever he awkwardly attempted to hold your hand, he'd squeeze a bit too tight.

But still, he'd opened the door for you, bought both the tickets and popcorn, made sure you had the best seats in the theater, and had tried his best to manage both the date and his enthusiasm.

Oh god, his enthusiasm.

You'd arrived to your first date exactly when you said you would, but Satoru had already been standing outside the theater gates for two hours before the movie would even start. He'd visited two different flower shops on his way there, trying to decide which ones were the perfect ones to get for a first date, then ultimately decided holding flowers during a movie wouldn't be all that comfortable and forgetting about that idea altogether.

He didn't plan on you ever knowing that, wanting to seem as cool as possible in front of his crush, but the box office cashier made sure to tell you all about it. Of course, Satoru was bright red by the time they'd finished, but so were you. It was a new feeling to have someone be so excited to see you, and even more new to know they'd been thinking of you so intensely beforehand.

Before you two parted after the movie, you did mention an ice cream shop you'd be at that Saturday. Despite all his annoyances, they were still charming annoyances; and he'd earned a second date.

Throughout the years, you two would go on hundreds of other dates where his annoyances would make themselves known time and time again, each of them becoming endearing and something you'd almost look forward to.

He'd tell you there's a cool bird outside to get you to turn your head, then steal a bite off your plate when you weren't looking. When you'd invite him over, he'd open your sock drawer the moment you left him unattended and would switch around all the paired socks with others that were very obviously not their mate. He'd leave cute notes that said "I love you" or something similar in places you'd undoubtedly find them: your glovebox, your dresser, the kitchen counter, inside the fridge; although they'd always have a silly little poorly drawn penis in the bottom right corner. He'd reenact the famous "Long Live the King" scene from The Lion King with your stuffed animals then flop back in your bed, claiming to be the only thing you need to snuggle at night.

With all this in mind, it's truly a wonder how willing you were to trust him when he started gaslighting you.

It started small, and it certainly wasn't intentional the first time. As far as you know, the first instance was when you noticed a large stash of your favorite snack sitting in your shared pantry. Not wanting to lose his cool like he'd done so many times before, Satoru played dumb and acted like he hadn't ever seen the snack before in his entire life. You held firmly to your suspicion that he had something to do with the tiny mountain on the shelf, but it's not like it mattered, nor could you prove anything... and you did really like the snack, so you just shrugged it off and went with it; genuinely considering the possibility that you'd forgotten accumulating so many treats for yourself.

He really didn't think it'd be that easy to convince you. He turned the situation over in his head a few times that night, thinking about what your gullibility meant for the future of your relationship, but he didn't see many downsides; at least with how he planned to take advantage of it.

"Yes dear, the TV was always that big. No, it certainly didn't grow overnight. Are you imagining things?"

"Oh, you really like the fabric of our bedsheets? It's your favorite texture? What do you mean they're new? Oh, Honey, we've had these sheets forever and you're just now telling me about this?"

"You haven't worn that outfit in a while. What do you mean you've never seen it before? It was always in the back of your closet. It was just behind that old shirt you stole from me when we first moved in together. Yeah. You mentioned it was your dream outfit, but you've always had that."

"No, a jeweler didn't call today. You must be going crazy. I didn't even hear the phone ring and I've been home all day long. You're so silly."

One morning, the sun started shining a bit brighter than usual, or at least it appeared to since Satoru had forgotten to close the window before bed last night. He said he would before he laid down to sleep, but apparently forgot to keep his promise. While you slept peacefully. he'd been up the majority of the night. He'd been stirring about the house the entire night; sitting in every chair, making a thousand Google searches, playing Jenga by himself, and debating on whether or not to crawl into bed with you. Eventually, he would give into this little desire, but not before tending to another small task first. Satoru completed his little task before climbing into his side of the bed and snuggling up to you as per his usual.

You woke the following morning with the sun's rays leaping through your window and assaulting your face as it rose on the horizon. The arm around your waist kept you cemented in place. As you attempted to roll over to escape the warmth of another day, tired grumbles sounded from the face hidden from the same criminal in the small of your back.

"Five more minutes."

Given how he towered over you in both strength and stubbornness, you sighed and gave in to his grumbling without much of a fight. If you're going to be stuck here, you might as well make the most of it, right? Five minutes for him can at least mean four more for you too. As you lay your head back down on your pillow, a sudden and bright sparkle from your bedsheets caught your eye.

What the hell could that be?

In your sleep-drunken state, you attempted to reach out and grab the object, only to realize the shimmering object moved at the same pace as your fingertips... or did it?

The mysterious twinkle seemed to be attached to your hand; your left ring finger to be precise.

The extra heft was surely noticeable once you'd awakened enough to gain some form of higher thinking. There is absolutely not a single logical reason as to why this giant ring, almost gaudy in its presentation and glittering enough to make oncoming cars swerve, would be on your finger. Sure, Satoru had made some jokes in the past, but you swore he'd never proposed to you.

He stirs and grumbles again, obviously disturbed by your refusal to lay back down.

"Satoru? What's this?" you inquire without breaking your gaze at the ring. Satoru sits up slightly and yawns; blinking a few times before waking up enough to respond properly.

"... Oh! I know this one! It's a ring!"

Wow. So intelligent.

"Of course it's a ring, dumbass. What's it doing on my hand?"

"It's your engagement ring, silly. Don't you remember? I proposed like a month ago."

"......... Are you sure you did that?"

"Absolutely positive. Never been more sure of anything in my life."

"I think I'd remember something like that."

"Hmm... I don't know if you would. You've been forgetting a lot of things lately. Good thing I can remember it enough for both of us. We were in that cafe you like with those cute plants on the windowsill and it was snowing outside. You ordered a hot chocolate in their signature seasonal Santa mug and I had my glass of steamed apple juice to go with it. I got down on one knee and you said yes before I even had a chance to ask the question. It was so cute how eager you were." Satoru took a deep sigh and gave your body a slight squeeze, burying his face in the small of your back once more.

You're immediately calling "bullshit" in your head, but the slight tremble in his breathing makes you go along with it this time, fully understanding exactly what he's trying to do. With a sigh, you lay back down as well, rolling over to face him and cup his cheeks. Looking into his cerulean eyes, you give a soft smile and a gentle peck on his lips.

"I'm so glad you remember. I'm sorry I don't, but maybe you can do it again so I can remember this time?"

Satoru froze for a moment; taking the time to think through his next words carefully.

"Of course, my love." He cupped your cheek with one of his large hands and pressed his nose to your own; bright eyes peering directly into your soul.

"My beloved dove, I have loved you with everything that I am, and, if you'll allow me, I'd be honored to love you with all that I will ever be for all eternity. For the rest of our lives, I want to wake up next to you, just like this, and hold you in my arms, just like this. Whether we're fighting the clock and rushing out of the house after another 'Just five more minutes' or taking it easy and sleeping in until noon, I want that to be our every day together. I want to stay with you as long as you'll let me, as close as you'll have me. When I'm with you, the days turn into hours and the hours into minutes and minutes into seconds. I fear that forever may not be long enough to truly show you how much I love you, so I'm afraid I'll have to cut my little speech short. What I'm really trying to say is... Will you marry me?"

~~~~~~~~~~~Author’s Note~~~~~~~~~

Happy holidays to @saintsugu!! I'm your Secret Santa! This one's written especially for you, Ezra! This is the first JJK piece I've written so it might seem a little funky, but I sincerely hope you enjoyed getting to experience this little love story with Gojo <3

Heart dividers made by @/cafekitsune

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bangfantanfic · 1 year

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Our Own World: Chapter 10

Warnings: stalking, masturbation, yandere behavior, future smut

Type: romance, yandere, hyrbid!bts

Authors Note: It is here. Not as long as I had hoped but hopefully y’all enjoyed it anyways! its a bit spicy. And more Hoseok this chapter. As always, I hope you all enjoy, if I have missed anything in the warnings please let me know. Feedback is greatly appreciated, lemme know your thoughts! Until next time <3

Tags: @miss-jupiter @imagine-forlife @blaaiissee @millenniumspec @toughbook @whipwhoops @bandwagonrevolutionary @devilsbooksworld @darkuni63 @badbyeyoongi @iloverubberduckiez-blog @missseoulite @singukieee @potterbrooke @suhappysuho @zae007live @sevenpersona @blancflms @childfmoonn @caffeineandreveries @cryingpages

It was a relief for everyone to finally be back home. Returning to a surprisingly spotless house, a full refrigerator, and a pantry had honestly been the highlight of your week. The entire ride to the house all you could think about was the disaster the house had been left in and all the food that had been tossed away. The thought of having to do any shopping or cleaning, had you considering jumping out of the moving car. You had sent your brother a thank you text, and as expected, even hours later, no reply. You had honestly begun to worry, the extreme part of your brain screaming he was dead and you were trapped here with hybrids.

What a nightmare.

Thankfully your mother was more than confident he was still living, she had even spoken to him a few hours before you had called. You felt bitterness, or maybe anger was a better way to describe it. Honestly, at this point, you weren’t sure you were still angry. You were just disappointed with the way things were playing out. The gut feeling you had the weeks before arrival was right, as always, and of course, you ignored it, as always. Unless something ‘dire’ was happening, your brother was practically a missing person, at least towards you. Your mother said she spoke with him every day, and even the hybrids had shared that they all heard from him at least once a week. So what have you done? Why was he avoiding communication? You were doing him a favor. The whole situation had your head spinning.

Your brother was never such a flakey person. He responded to every text and every missed call, his behavior now was out of character and you couldn’t figure out why now he was deciding to act out. Not even your mother could explain it. She had promised to speak with him, but she had done so multiple times these last few weeks. How much longer were you going to have your mother act as the messenger?

You were exhausted, anxious, and angry. Three emotions that didn’t mix well together.

You were also a little disappointed in yourself. You had finally reached a point of comfort around the hybrids. Sure the brush of a tail, or a more animalistic trait would occasionally make your stomach churn, but it was something you could look past a little better. After Jeongguk’s stunt, it had sent you reeling back. You’ve been trying to convince yourself it wasn’t that bad. He was probably just messing around, trying to scare you. He didn’t seem to like you anyway, so this was probably just him trying to freak you out for his own entertainment. The others shouldn’t be punished or pushed away for someone else’s actions, and yet your gut instinct warned you that his behavior wasn’t out of the ordinary, and trusting any of them was a step in the wrong direction.

“Y/n, bathrooms free!” Namjoon smiled, walking past the living room with a towel rubbing at his wet hair. He looked fresh and revitalized, with loose clothes hanging from his body. You had decided to shower last. While the outside of both the hotels looked lovely, you were sure the human building was in much better condition inside compared to the hybrid building.

“Thanks, Joonie.” You grinned, making your way toward your brother's ensuite.

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It was obvious that Y/n was uncomfortable. Her poor attempts to seem busy were almost endearing. Hoseok had watched you clumsily make your way down to the docks, suitcase barely standing upright as you rushed. You were running behind. You were talking somewhat loudly, phone in a free hand as if trying to make a point that you shouldn’t be spoken to. White chords hung from your ears and headphones. Judging by the voice coming through the headphones Hoseok easily pinned it to your mother. He had heard the voice a million times. His owner was quite the mama’s boy.

Hoseok often wondered what his own mother was like. Like most hybrids, he had been separated from his mother the second he was able to have an all-solid diet. He never saw or heard of his mother again. He wished he could say it made him sad, but honestly, it didn’t really. How could he miss someone he didn’t really know?

Hoseok didn’t have a lot of experience with human women. He had been around hundreds of female hybrids, and they were easy to understand because they were like him. Bred strong, beautiful, and submissive to their masters. And sure, there were plenty of beautiful humans out there, and you were one of them, but there was something very different about the beauty of humans compared to a hybrid. Most of the human women Hoseok had seen were through the screen of his phone, or whatever shitty show his owner was watching. When he found out you were coming to care for them and keep the house intact, he was thrilled. A human? A human woman?

Of course, he hadn’t met you before and knew very little, Jay had been overly sensitive about sharing your existence with the pact. Avoiding even letting your name slip. It had been strange when his owner did a sudden 360, going from hiding your existence to practically thrusting you into their life. Hoseok wasn’t going to complain, a new human was always exciting.

He had only seen glimpses of you, faintly heard your voice through the speakers of Jay's phone. So when Hoseok found your social media profiles he was pleased to see you weren’t very private on anything. He spent the entire evening looking through every photo you had posted, everything you were tagged in, and every comment you had made that he could find.

He could finally understand why his owner wanted to keep you hidden.

He had been thrilled when Jay left, and when you finally arrived he thought he would throw up from his excitement. When you finally come out to their cages, you’re scent him like a ton of bricks.

Unfortunately, this excitement had triggered him into an early rut. So when most of his packmates had made their way back into the house, he was stuck outside. This, he was sure of, was some form of torture. You were so close. Even from so far, he could faintly smell you, it lingered on his tongue.

How do you taste?

Arriving home Hoseok watched everyone disappear, desperate for a shower, fresh clothes, and their own beds. His pack had rushed upstairs, desperate for the familiarity of their own room. He had his own plans. The blonde-haired man watched you throw your bag into your tiny sleep space, hiding out in there for a while before sitting out in the living room. You fiddled on your phone, tapping angrily at the screen. Hoseok had wanted to smooth out the angry creases on your brow and fix whatever was bothering you.

You waited awhile before Namjoon made his way out of the ensuite of your brother's room, announcing the space was free for your use. With only two showers it meant long lines, and you had urged the boys to go first, promising you were more than happy to wait, they needed it more than you.

You had practically leaped off the sofa, sending a bright smile toward the pack leader before practically running to your brother's room, towel in hand. A jealous pang had hit Hoseok's chest. You hadn’t smiled at him like that before, and judging by the surprised look on Namjoon’s face, even he was surprised by the relaxed tone and pretty smile.

Hoseok waited, watching the hall for a few moments. His ears twitched when the sound of water rushing through the pipes, and then music. Loud music. His cue.

During your stay, Hoseok had picked up on a routine you had whenever you showered. If music was playing you were going to take your time. He had figured it out pretty quickly. He wanted to know everything about you. Every habit. Every quirk. Things about you that even you were unaware of.

Your makeshift room has become Hoseok's favorite place. Your scent covered every crevice, it was a comfort he never knew he needed. The space was tiny, your bed being a fold-out sofa. Your brother didn’t like sharing his room, in fact, he nor his pack were supposed to go in there, not even for the bathroom. Seven men in one bathroom had been a huge issue. Thankfully, the shower and the toilet were separated. The converted bedroom was originally Jeongguk and Jin’s gaming room, their computer setups were actually still there. You didn’t mind letting them in to play either, you would stay on the bed or sit out in the living room if you needed space. You just asked if they didn’t play too late into the night, which had irked Jeongguk. But Seokjin was more than happy to comply. Even Taehyung and Jimin had started sitting in the room ‘watching’ the two play. Hoseok knew well that they just liked being in the room that smelt so strongly of you, but sometimes he wondered if perhaps they were in there for the same reasons he went there.

None of your bags had been unpacked into the small wardrobe in the room, you had left everything neatly folded in your suitcases, almost as if you were counting down the minutes until Jay and Mila returned home so you could take off. But the surprise trip to the hotel had thrown out those plans and your room had become a colorful array of clothing. This honestly made things much easier for Hoseok, and he was thankful to Jay for the surprise trip.

You had made no move of leaving the bathroom, clearly having settled into the stream. Hoseok took this as a go-ahead. The soft click of the door behind him was almost like a signal to his nervous system, his body instantly relaxing. Your room was messy, as always. He was honestly thankful for it. The messier the better. You wouldn’t notice if he touched anything. He had been worried you had cleaned up during the time you had spent in the room.

The hybrid dropped onto your bed, nose scrunching in discomfort. The mattress was old and thin, the springs nearly ripping through. It was no surprise you always seemed so tired.

Wrapping your bedsheets around himself, Hoseok wiggled himself closer to your suitcase that you had left open and disheveled. He wondered if you had just packed it like crap, or maybe looked for something before going to shower. Either way, he didn’t care. He dug through the bag, not having to look too hard, a triumphant grin on his lips when he found your panties. Pale blue, soft with lace at the ass. How pretty the little fabric would have looked against your skin.

Part of Hoseok knew what he was doing was weird. He was being a creep. But he needed this. He needed you, but you weren’t ready for him. Not yet. He could wait as long as you needed but in the meantime, he needed something of you. Sure he had a few items of yours already, but over time the smell fades and he needs to replace it.

A soft hum left his throat as he pressed the material to his nose, taking a deep inhale. His body shuddered in relief, it had been too long. The smell of you lingered on the back of his tongue, his mouth-watering. His imagination was wandering, yet never straying from you.

The pretty material smells of you. Your scent wraps around him. His cock strains against his pants, groping at his hard cock. Taking in a deeper breath his cock twitches in his hand.

How does she smell so sweet?

He works himself over, smoothing the pearly precome over his base. He could happily suffocate in the sea of lacey blue. His hand transforms from his large callused one to your dainty hands. Your soft hand can hardly wrap fully around his girth. God he can't wait to split you with his cock. A whine left his throat, it was as if he could feel the gentle tips of your fingers teasing. The brush of your tongue on the tip of his cock had his spine shivering. You would be so shy, your cheeks burning red as you touched him, begging him not to look you in the eyes. He trusts that she's naïve in the acts of harlots as she is in the day-to-day aspect. Hoseok loved the way humans touched, clueless in the way of pleasure. He'll have to instruct you.

Has anyone touched you before? Did you touch yourself in the night? He groaned at the thought of you whimpering, dainty fingers touching and rubbing. Already Hoseok knew his nights would become restless.

He feels his orgasm pull at his nerves. He holds her panties to the head of his cock fucking into the material. He bites back his moans. She may be in the shower but he doesn't want to give himself away. Although the idea was exciting. What would you do if you found him this way? His cock out, rutting into your used panties? Would you be angry? Flustered? Turned on? Perhaps you would enjoy seeing how desperate he was for you, crawl over the bed to help him out.

He paints the inside of your panties at the thought. It's not the same as covering the walls of her pussy but it will do for now.

Hoseok’s body sags into the bed, his grip still tight on the now-ruined panties. He would have to dispose of them, but that was a future Hoseok’s problem. His scent was entangled with yours, a welcome comfort as his eyes fell shut. Sleep was threatening to take over, and he was tempted to give in, just for a moment, but the silence of the house had settled onto him.

No music.

Your light footsteps were too close to the door. There was no way Hoseok could get out of the room without you seeing. Anxiety grappled at his throat. You had already pulled away, there was no way he could explain the current… situation he was in.

“Sorry Y/n my dick fell into your panties and I came, my bad!”

He felt ill. He was well and truly fucked. You would find him and then what? Leave? Call your brother.

Jay.

The thought of his wonder finding out about his misdemeanors had him hyperventilating. He would rather you drag him to the police. Another set of feet came tumbling down the hall, Jimin, stopping by your door.

“Y/n, Seokjin hyung asked me to get you. He’s starting dinner.”

Your response was muffled, and honestly, at this moment, Hoseok didn’t care for your answer right now. Jimin had unknowingly bought him a minute. Rolling off the bed and under the bed Hoseok grunted in pain. He probably should have tried to shimmy his shorts back up, laying on his stomach on the hardwood floor wasn’t the coziest position for his dick.

Your door clicked open, your bare feet came into view. Much to Hoseok’s disappointment you were already dressed, the fluffy white pants ruining the view of what could have been your legs. Soft humming filled the silent space, you had been singing the same song to yourself for the past week. Hoseok had learned very early on that you had a very different music taste compared to not only himself but his pack too. While the music wasn’t really his cup of tea, he was more than happy to listen to it just to see the smile it brought to your lips as you sang along, or spoke about the artists. Seeing you smile was worth any mild dislike he may be experiencing.

A pile of clothes dropped to the floor, drawing Hoseok’s attention away from watching your movements. Peeking out of the pile, almost like you had done it on purpose, was another pair of panties. His heart was hammering in his chest. He hadn’t been able to get a pair this fresh. Any logical thought seemed to melt out of his brain, the wires of his brain severed allowing his body to act on its own accord. He watched in horror as his hand shot out and latched onto the slightly damp material, dragging it back under. The room fell silent. Your humming stops abruptly.

Fuck fuck fuck

Eyes.

Your eyes peered under the bed, staring into his almost as if you weren’t actually seeing him. There was a bleak look on your face, and for a brief second Hoseok felt his heart stop beating. And then a blood-curdling scream ripped out your throat, the scream itself seemed to send you to your ass, your feet pushing yourself up to the wall. Your eyes never strayed from his. The action made his chest ache. You were running from him.

The sound of his pack's feet thundered toward your room, and within what seemed like seconds, Jimin and Seokjin had burst into the room. Jimin had squatted by your side, his back to Hoseok, hands soothingly rubbing your biceps. Hoseok could hear the sound of Jimin’s voice attempting to soothe your trembling figure, but he couldn’t understand a single word. The room was spinning, he felt sick. His stomach knotting so violently he was sure everything he had eaten that morning would soon be forced back out his throat.

“What happened?” Seokjin frowned, eyes flickering over the room. Slowly the rest of the boys had shown up, standing behind Seokjin, trying to peer over his shoulders.

Hoseok watched in horror as you pointed at him, your face was pale like you were seconds away from vomiting. Jimin had followed your finger, his jaw-dropping.

“Hoseok hyung?”

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if you liked Giftwrap...

⋆˚.⚘𖡼𖥧𖤣 windfall 𖤣𖥧𖡼⚘.˚⋆ preview [est 2/14] (a meetgroot*)

this has been a labor of love since like. august or september. featuring semi-shy ultrafeminine angel-reader from giftwrap (kinktober 2023).

wind·fall /ˈwin(d)ˌfôl/ noun. an apple or other fruit blown down from a tree or bush by the wind; an unexpected piece of good fortune.

semi-shy ultrafeminine touch-deprived reader tries to avoid meeting knowhere’s intimidating captain. is profoundly unsuccessful. see end for more notes.

part one anticipated 2/14

“Do you and Groot live here? In this building?” He nods, and takes another drink. “I’m on the ground floor,” he says, then winces. “Uh, Groot spends most of his time up here when he’s home. S’why it’s weird he ain’t made it back yet, actually.” He leans against the wall. “Where’s your room, angel?” Something about the timbre of his voice makes you shiver. “The floor just below this one,” you tell him. “I saw the door to the roof open this morning, and - ” You shrug helplessly. “You snooped,” he says, but he sounds amused, in a snickering, snarky sort of way. “I was curious,” you admit with a little smile, and it’s more of an embarrassed agreement than a defense. He just looks even more pleased, teeth flashing at the corner of his mouth. “Bet you were.” He leans back, and you can feel his eyes on you, plucking delicately at your hair, the strap of your dusty sundress, your skin. “Think I got you pinned now, sweetheart.” You laugh softly, a little delighted despite your self-consciousness. “Pinned?” He takes another long swallow of his wine and wipes his mouth with his forearm, eyes half-lidded. “Yup. Figured you out.” “What did you figure out about me?” you ask, wide-eyed and fascinated. He’s watching you like your cat used to watch birds on the other side of the window — right down to the flick in the end of his tail, draped over the edge of the wall. “You’re curious enough to get yourself into trouble,” he tells you with mock solemnity, “and prob’ly too soft and sweet for your own good once you’re in it.” His voice rolls lower: velvet and smoke and gravel. “And you’re so, so needy, angel.” A sly little smirk taunts the corner of his mouth. “But too shy to do anything about it.” Your fascination has fled in favor of pure heat, pooling in your abdomen like molten sunlight, licking up between your thighs, curling over your chest and throat. You feel your panties dampen and you truly cannot remember the last time that happened. “Have I got you about right?”

(sidenote: look the sundress is basically its whole own character in this.) please note the model is in the sketch below is like. just there for the dress. i don't think there are any descriptions of size, skin color, or hair texture in this fic.

mcu-based, post-volume-three, explicit sexual tension rising through parts one & two, smut in part three (a very ♡‧₊˚✩ Blackmail Material format with slightly more plot/slightly less smut??). possible secondhand embarrassment. happy endings only don’t worry.

based on a prompt by @creativepromptsforwriting: The apartment she moved to has a beautiful, well-tended garden. After a while she finds out that her neighbor is the one tending to the plants and she decides to help him out one day.

#windfall #a meetgroot #rfh fanfic #fanfiction preview #rfh smut #rocket raccoon fanfiction #rocket raccoon #guardians of the galaxy #gotg fanfiction #rocket raccoon x you #reader insert #x reader #rocket raccoon x reader #rocket raccoon x oc #rocket raccoon romance #gotg rocket #guardians of the galaxy fanfiction

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hyperfixatingonbowuigisohard · 10 months

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Super Mario Bros Labryinth AU (Pt2)

(Note: Sorry the the strange looking Bullet Point, copy and pasted this from my notes and this is what it formatted as)

- [ ] While Mario has multiple things to freak out about— such as a giant lizard koupa, and suddenly being who know wheres when he was in his room just minutes ago—he manages to stifle his questions for later

- [ ] After all, he has a little brother to save

- [ ] And a little brother to applogize to as well

- [ ] He couldn’t beleive he said all those things…

- [ ] Mario makes his way down the hill to what he can assume is the entrance to the Labyrinth

- [ ] There’s another Koupa there, spraypainting the walls

- [ ] While he looks strikingly similar to that Bowser guys, he’s smaller and has less hair.

- [ ] When he spots Mario, he jumps in surprise and immediately raises his spraypaint cans at Mario, as if to threaten him

- [ ] “You didn’t see anything, got it?!”

- [ ] Ah, Mario thinks. So he wasn’t supposed to be spraypainting the wall.

- [ ] Mario: “I don’t know kid, it’s pretty obvious you spraypainted those walls….”

- [ ] Junior: “Hey! Thats Prince to you! Prince Bowser Jr!”

- [ ] For a second Mario considers taking this child hostage or somthing. Trading him for Luigi would he much easier than solving this maze.

- [ ] But then Mario remembers how big the Koupa King is and that he doesn’t want to see what all those spikes and mussles can do to him if he threatens his child

- [ ] Also Mario isn’t a monster, duh.

- [ ] So instead, Mario thinks of a way he can use his status as a witness of Bowser Jr’s mischief in his favor

- [ ] Mario: “Alright, Prince. I need to get to the castle in the center of the Labyrinth. If you take me there, I won’t tell your dad what I saw.”

- [ ] Junior: “Ha! Yeah right, Daddy would burn you to a crisp beforr you could even get a word in!”

- [ ] Mario: Well I guess I’ll have to tell every Koupa in the city about your graffiti before I get to the castle. Surely one of them will tell the King about this—“

- [ ] Junior: “Your a tattle-tail!”

- [ ] Mario: “But if you take me to the caslte, then he’ll never find out.”

- [ ] Junior: “….”

- [ ] Mario: “So? Do we have a deal?”

- [ ] Junior: “Fine, whatever! Your such a snitch!”

- [ ] Bowser Jr grabs Mario by the wrist and leads him to a giant door that definitely was not there before.

- [ ] Bowser Jr leads him through the door

- [ ] Before Mario can say anything thought, Bowser Jr runs back outside and locks the door behind him

- [ ] Mario: “Hey! This wasn’t the deal!”

- [ ] Bowser Jr giggles wickedly

- [ ] It would have been cute if he wasn’t a little cheater

- [ ] Junior: “Daddy won’t ever find out if you never make it to the city in the first place! Good luck getting out of there!”

- [ ] Where is there? It seems to be a long straight road, going on for miles and miles

- [ ] Mario does his best to continue through the Labyrinth, but it seems this single path goes on forever

- [ ] Theres not a single turn anywhere, seemingly no way to progress further

- [ ] Mario cries out in frustration and tries to punch the wall

- [ ] He ends up falling forward onto the ground

- [ ] The wall was an option illusion, and there was a fork in the path right in front of him!

- [ ] Mario sighs in releif

- [ ] And also embarrassment

- [ ] Mario finds himself in a much more complicated area, the paths lines with giant green pipes.

- [ ] Different creatures and things seem to pop in and out of them at random.

- [ ] He tries to keep track of where the pipes seem to go, but its no use

- [ ] And as for the creatures that are using said pipes?

- [ ] Well, lets just say after getting bit by a piranha plant he’s avoiding anything that comes out of those pipes

- [ ] Mario feels like he’s finally getting somewhere in this Labryinth when he hears loud screaming

- [ ] And no, its not Luigi’s! Thank Goodness!

- [ ] The shouts seem to be in fear and distress, and among them he can hear wild laughter and shouts of amusement

- [ ] Whatever he’s hearing doesn’t sound like a good situation for the screamer, and so he goes to investigate…

No sketches this time I’m afraid, but the next part will have some! I hope you all enjoyed this second part, what do you guys think of it?

(1)…(You Are Here)…(3)…

#super mario bros #luigi #mario #bowser #bowuigi #fanfic #ficlet #labryrinth 1986 #labryrinth #labryrinth au #smb labryinth au

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jade-parcels · 2 years

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Bedside Manner … 🩻

🥼You’re not feeling so good, let them take care of you 🩺 Gn!reader x Dottore, Baizhu, Tighnari, Albedo and Thoma 🥣

When you enter his lab, hacking loudly, clutching your head, Dottore assumes you’re just being dramatic. It wouldn’t be the first time you’ve come to him with false aches and pains in order to get his attention. However, as one of his clones so politely announced: “Damn, you look like shit” he decided to actually give you a proper once over. Sure enough, you did look like shit. You looked like you’d been stomped on by a sumpterbeast. “For celestia’s sake…” Prime grumbles as he takes you by the arm, practically dragging you back up the stairs you’d just came down, back down the hall you had struggled to walk, just to plop you gracelessly onto the bed in his personal quarters. He asked you a series of questions, mentally noting your answers as he stripped your damp clothes off. Had you been outside? Foolish... Your head was pounding, your throat was sore, your neck and shoulders hurt- honestly your whole body was sore and tired. Dottore inspected the inside of your mouth and determined you had strep throat. You whine as he delivers the diagnosis “Do something, my throat is killing me!” “Yes, yes- I know it is. If you’d let go of me, I’d be able to fetch some medicine for you. You won’t like it though, it tastes awful” he was correct, it did taste awful. Even though he complained about missing work or possibly running behind on reports, he sat by your bedside for the rest of the night. Clones filtered in and out, delivering paperwork for him to complete as he sat and others brought medicine n food for you both. Dottore could be a little soft when he wanted to be…

Baizhu sighs as he removes the thermometer from your mouth, holding up by the light so he can see. “My my, it seems you have a fever. And a high one, at that.” He clicks his tongue, setting the tool aside, tucking you back in. You were certainly ill, you had chills despite your high temperature and wanted nothing more than to go back to sleep beneath your pile of blankets. “Poor darling… You look so pitiful” It’s true, you’re shivering- you should have listened when he said to avoid commissions out in the cold rain. But, as your doctor and your lover, it’s his duty to care for you. Baizhu let Gui handle the pharmacy today while he cared for you- his most favorite patient <3 His time was spent fetching water for you, periodically giving you various herbal medicines and, in an attempt to help soothe you, he sat in bed with you to play with your hair and massage your achy shoulders. He likes watching over you, taking care of you when you need him. It gives him a purpose. There’s been plenty of times where you’ve coddled him while he suffers through flare up’s of his own. Our lovesick sweetheart enjoys returning the favor when you need it. It’s nice to be relied on <3

Tighnari sighs in disapproval as you reject the breakfast he made you. You insist you feel too nauseous to even think about the sugary pastries he’s attempting to tempt you with, you close your eyes and bury your face in your pillow to avoid the sweet smell. The night before, you’d eaten a mushroom that looked familiar. A light brown one with curly top, one you’ve seen plenty of times! However, because it was dark, you hadn’t seen it was orange and not brown. That mushroom had in fact been poisonous- not to the extent that it would kill you but to the extent that you couldn’t get out of bed due to your stomach ache. “I told you to be careful. How many times must we go over which fungi is edible and which are not?” Tighnari clicks his tongue, setting the platter of food aside. You feel the bed dip as he sits beside you and a warm, fluffy tail wraps it’s way around your waist protectively “I’ll take pity on you just this once. I’ll stay home to keep an eye on you… But you’re forbidden from eating any mushrooms without showing them to me first, okay?” You know that he’s just putting on a front, he is worried about you. And you know from experience that this will likely happen again in the future…. You know that you should take his advice and point the shrooms out to him next time before scarfing them down ;-;

Albedo has never fallen ill himself but he’s seen enough sick people to know when something is wrong. That and the fact that he’s been around you almost every day for years now, it isn’t hard for him to notice how tired you seem, how your eyes droop shut as you stand or how your face flushes with fever. He stares at you with a doubtful expression as you attempt to convince him that you’re ‘fine’… That excuse never works on him. Before you can argue any more, Albedo drapes his coat over your shoulders and offers- no, demands, to take you home. That’s how you find yourself in a cocoon of blankets, a mug of hot chocolate clutched between your cold hands. Within the cocoon, Albedo subtly smiles to himself. He likes taking care of you, he enjoys making you stay in bed all day with him. It isn’t often that the chief alchemist can have a day off, he’s going to use your illness as an excuse to stay home as long as he can. Not that he’ll admit that. Instead, he’ll him and rest his hand on your face ‘Mm… still signs of a fever. Perhaps we rest one more day just to be sure’ ‘Bedo, it’s been four days I wanna go back to work’

Thoma is the supreme worry wart. He’s bound to make himself sick too with how much he’s fretting about- making food, doing extra laundry, asking a billion questions, all of which is for your comfort of course. He can’t help it, he just hate hate hates seeing you so weak and tired. You even find yourself comforting him on occasion. “Thoma, I told you I’m fine. You don’t have to go through the trouble of-“ Your boyfriend is having none of that, he simply interrupts you to assure you that: “It isn’t any trouble at all! I don’t mind!” One way to get him to stop pacing around is sighing… sighing again… groaning in discomfort… He’s on you in an instant, asking if there’s anything he can get you, anything at all he can do! “You can come warm me up. I’m awfully cold :( I could use a big, strong, pyro wielder right about now” That’s really all it takes for his resolve to crumble. He’ll gladly slip into bed beside you, snagging his vision off of his belt to press between your chilly hands, his own hands on top of yours. Maybe you could even coax him into a nap too in order to sleep off this nervous energy…

#genshin impact #genshin impact writing #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact x reader #gn!reader #genshin fluff #genshin impact tighnari #genshin impact baizhu #baizhu x reader #genshin impact thoma #thoma x reader #genshin impact dottore #dottore x reader #genshin impact albedo #albedo x reader

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askdannysroleswapau · 2 months

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"proof of concept" design for Voidball + some pupil designs from '22 (back when he still had a tail)

quite a lot has changed! a few key design details have carried over from this one (chipped ear, singular eye, and the heart-shaped hole in the torso), but many aspects have since been scrapped or reworked

design notes under the cut! but be warned! its just a little under 1k words

before we begin, there's this phrase that i'm going to be using a lot and you ought to know what i mean by it!

the phrase is "design philosophy" and in simplified terms, its a set of rules or principals one follows when designing a character. there's a ton of different design philosophies and they vary wildly depending on the medium, the team behind it, the art style, tone and even country of origin!

the one i used for Voidball is a mix of my own observation/analysis of Rob's character design and some principals that the team of Across The Spiderverse used for The Spot. here are the rules i eventually settled on!

remove as much recognizability as possible from the character's appearance, save for their physical stature and select features (eye/mouth/hair/ears/etc.) the end result should be almost entirely unrecognizable

details such as textures, markings, or accessories must either be done away with or heavily simplified

use sharp angles wherever possible, rounded shapes must be sparse (can you tell which part i gave myself more leeway on lol)

do not clutter the design or over-complicate it; principal of Occam's razor

now, let’s get started!!

Head and Ears

i set out with the intention to give him a similarly complicated head shape to Rob, but i quickly dropped this idea because i hate drawing complex geometry! the slice taken out of the head, however, ended up sticking around! you can see some examples of what was dubbed the "sliced melon" head in the doodle dump post.

you can see that the ears have stayed about the same, although i now avoid drawing them with super defined geometry. out of all of the details carried over from this design, the chipped ear is my favorite :)

Eyes

those pesky eyes! i wanted to keep the singular eye, but at first i was unsure of what to replace it with. you can see here that i initially replaced it with an isolated box of static. this looks bad and is not visually appealing!

as i began to imagine static functioning as more of a viscous, liquid substance, i decided to cover the left side of his face with a constantly dripping river of it, obscuring the eye completely. this is both easier to draw and more visually interesting! plus it removes recognizably, which was very important to the design philosophy.

as for the right eye, the pupil shape depicted here has two sharp triangle indents in it.

while it was an interesting idea, it looked too similar to the eyes you see on rubber-hose animated characters, which wasn’t what i wanted. the other three ideas i sketched had similar ideas regarding negative space, but all of them would eventually be scrapped.

as it turns out, the original pupil shape works for a reason! i learned there that going against the original philosophy would not end up working in my favor. i went on to pull many future design elements directly from Rob's design, such as the doubled pupil!

Upper Body

his left hand was originally disconnected/fragmented from his arm/wrist. while cool in concept, this was eventually dropped because it was too difficult to draw consistently. oh well!

his torso/waist were originally more cylinder/sphere-shaped to contrast how Rob's design is made of squares/polygons. again, i have since decided to follow the original philosophy instead of going against it.

my favorite design detail for the torso is the heart-shaped hole in their chest! it is by far my favorite thing to draw :3c

Lower Body

you can see that their waist was more of an elliptical shape here; the legs were also cylinders devoid of much static and largely maintained their patterns.

also notable are the missing portions of the legs. the right leg prominently features a jagged empty space below the knee and a missing section near the hip. this aspect was dropped to simplify the design and remove recognizability

not so much as a note as it is a funny tidbit, but the feet aren't meant to look as if they've been attached at the heel. i just drew the legs before the feet and didn't bother erasing the overlapping lines.

this design wasn't meant to be super solid or well-thought out, i just needed to get the general idea down on paper, and that's what i did! :)

Tail!

ah, the static tail! the visual style of the tail was meant to hearken back to the scan lines you see on old VHS tapes.

as cool as this idea was, it conflicted with him needing to have gained a pig tail in The Future, which i consider to be crucial to the story progression. hah! i love getting to write stuff like that.

having a tail also made him more closely resemble Gumball, which conflicted with rule #1 of the design philosophy. on top of that, i had already used the static tail idea in The Sister, and i felt like recycling it for another character would cheapen the impact of that moment.

and so i revoked his tail privileges. a tragic, yet necessary sacrifice 😔

and with that the notes are done! i don’t know if anybody will actually read this, but i sure did enjoy writing it!

#this is really more like concept art than a proof of concept but its too late to change that now lol #while i was working on this i actually stumbled across a second draft of this design from around the same time (august 24th to be exact)#but this post was already long enough #so i'm saving that for another time #long post #the amazing world of gumball #tawog #danny's roleswap au #drsau #voidball #voidball drsau

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FIGHTER

Character/s: Bonten

Warnings: f!reader, mature language, explicit sex, oral sex, gun play (mikey's part), throat fucking (ran's part), mention of drugs (haruchiyo’s part), mentions of violence, bonten men after a good or bad fight, blood, degradation, use of pet names, and hints of angst. Minors do not interact.

S. MANJIRO

HIGH ON THE ADRENALINE. Sano Manjiro, upon arriving at your shared penthouse in the dead of night was very much awake. Mind buzzing and refusing to keep up with the stillness of the evening, he made his way to the bedroom where you were snoring softly on the bed—wearing nothing but his shirt and panties. Stirring you back to the conscious world by peppering kisses on your nape, Manjiro was not only high on the adrenaline after a brawl that ended on Bonten’s favor, his craving for your pussy intensified after seeing you willingly spread your legs despite the visible specks of blood on his face under the night light. But when Bonten loses, retreating with their tails tucked in between their legs and teeth clenched for the thirst of revenge, Manjiro Sano was FRUSTRATED BEYOND RELIEF. And sadly, there weren't enough heads to shoot and your cunt was all he could defile when his knuckles were aching. Waking up to his cock lodged into your mouth, your lover had his gun pointed to your head while his free hand fisted your hair to keep you in place. Those soulless black eyes brimming with annoyance glared at your pretty face when he was met with resistance.

“What’s the matter? Can’t even suck this cock properly now? Better do it right or you’re fucking joining those body bags when I’m through with you, angel.”

S. HARUCHIYO

ELATED. A happy Haruchiyo was a giver. Lovingly eating your cunt on the couch while the rain patters outside. The weight of his gun light after executing a rival gang to the point they were dwindling. Plus, Mikey had praised his efficiency and swiftness, escaping the area with nothing but an empty gun. Indeed, it was a great day and he wasn’t afraid to show it by pampering his gorgeous baby. The idea of drowning in your juices and dying by that was the best way to die indeed—until your pink-haired lover came home one day in silence with his brows pinched harshly, his blood on the suit he wore. He acts ALMOST LIKE A STRANGER. Having changed his bandages, Haruchiyo was quick to shoo you away. This wasn’t new, you were used to his cold behavior whenever he lost to a fight. Nursing his wounds and pride. Barely answering your questions or saying nothing at all. Sometimes you wished he would yell or even bite back whenever you asked excessively. Anything to hear his voice instead of him avoiding you like you did not matter at all—finding solace in his old friends, drugs and alcohol.

“Huh? I don’t care—why don’t you ask your friends to accompany you to that shitty restaurant? Baby, I’ve been fucking shot. What makes you think I’ve got the time and energy to take you out?”

KAKUCHO

SILENTLY OVERJOYED. Getting work done and finishing off a bunch of bastards before ten in the evening had Kakucho in a great mood. Even when his fists were slightly aching, the smile on his face upon entering the apartment and seeing you cooking dinner was heartwarming. He was indeed thrilled at the thought of spending more time with his pretty baby, including burying his thick cock into your tight heat while your tits bounced in front of his face. Shooting his load on your supple breasts and inside your pussy was the highlight of his day—not that he’ll ever admit that to his colleagues who often teased him for being whipped over pussy. But then again, who wouldn't be? However, there was a brutal side to a man like Kakucho, a side often hidden in the dark. A RUTHLESSLY BRUTAL side that came out to play whenever he was highly stressed out. It came to no surprise, not even to you, as he had your head pinned down against the pillows to muffle your cries while he railed you from behind for almost four hours now as if he didn’t get shot in the arm. The new bandages you placed were now slowly soaked, his wound slightly opened. But he never cared. Never stopping despite how much you’ve cummed, soiling the sheets with your juices for the sake of emptying his balls into you. Brows furrowed and teeth clenched, Kakucho wondered what would break first—the bed or your back.

“Angel, your pussy’s so tight. What? Can’t take it anymore? Nonsense. You love this cock, don’t ‘ya?”

H. RAN

CELEBRATES. The first destination he goes to after a brawl was the club. Lucky customers and regulars having the chance to drink free alcohol. His hand wrapped around your waist while the other held his glass of whiskey. The expensive cigar he often indulges on after a good fight on his smirking lips that was lightly bleeding after taking a punch there. But nothing could ruin his mood tonight and seeing you dance sensually under the strobe lights only for him was making his cock twitch. What a good girl you were to let him fuck you in the VIP section, moaning his name while the music blasted outside. Rindou drinking next to you two, enjoying the show of your pussy lips being spread apart by his older brother’s cock. Ran was grinning the entire time, even on a tiring day, being UNFORGIVINGLY HARSH as he pistoned his hips, cock bullying into your mouth. Chin slick with his cum and your own saliva dripping down onto the carpet. The sound of you gurgling around his length is disgustingly obscene whereas Ran was indifferent, taking another drag of his cigarette to rid of the bitter taste of defeat and the memory of Mikey glaring at him to fix his shit.

“Had a fuckin’ awful day, love. Would become better if I get to kill those fuckers… or fuck this pussy right in front of those losers before shooting them straight in the eye. You’d lemme do that, yeah?”

H. RINDOU

EXPECTED TO WIN. Rindou wasn't a famed Haitani for nothing. Even if gone were the days he often fought hand-to-hand combat, he was still adept on using his fists like he was good at shooting. So beating up the guys who decided to trash one of Bonten’s bars for a second of thrill, Rindou was back on his seat and accepting the glass of wine from you. You were quick to see the small cut on his finger, ready to pull out the band-aid you always got ready from your purse only to be stopped by your boyfriend. It was just a cut, he said softly. You wished he wouldn't sulk the next time he lost to a fight, but you could never tell fate. The following week, Rindou returned home with a BROODING look on his face. Word traveled fast and you didn’t have to ask him what happened, having heard from Ran that his younger brother was shamelessly beaten up by a rival gang who jumped him while on a mission. Needless to say, Rindou wasn't in a swell mood. Immediately hitting the variety of alcohol he had stocked up, your boyfriend slowly made his way to you and ordered you stripped. The shirt that was stained with his specks of blood was removed, revealing the bruises he sustained. His dark tone leaves no room for confused looks or delay. Even when you offered to patch him up first.

“Either you strip right now or I’ll tear that nightgown off of you. Don’t make me fucking repeat myself again, doll. That pussy is all I need right now.”

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dyrewrites · 3 months

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In Fog -- 15

We met a vagrant on our way to the market, well into the evening, far later than we were meant to be out. He found me enchanting, followed me, calling out cruelties he seemed to find complimentary. If only he knew how terrible the cost of having me.

While the vagrant tailed me, a monster tailed him.

“You're too pretty to be a boy,” the vagrant slurred, from drink by the scent of him, “you a boy, pretty thing?”

I would not answer, was instructed in fact not to. It had seen him long before he saw me and given me my role; bait. A role I would have scorned any other time, my love, as voiceless bait was a boring role to play.

But that evening I had favor to curry.

Guards had been placed at every train station, with descriptions of us close enough to warrant avoiding their gaze, and no whispered fog could turn them all.

So we walked, or ran, with me in its arms. And it spent its breath reminding me those children were eyes and mouths that could mark us. And I should have slit their throats. But I would not, no matter its insistence that innocence was fabricated, a hope, a crutch perhaps but nonexistent all the same.

The vagrant proved noisome, “Boy, definitely, way ya fill the front a them trousers…and got nothin’ up top to be a girl.” He would not stop, and I remain ever grateful he did not touch, “but you got that slender waist, all that hair. I could pretend.”

It took him on the last word, drained him dry before his next breath without a drop feeding the ground. Then we left him in the bushes, covered in fallen brush.

“I took too long, darling,” it said through the wet, bloody kisses I had grown not only to expect but desire, “I should have taken him before he spoke.”

“Nothing I have not heard before, love,” not simpering, but sincere my use of that word, spoken so easily, so comfortably.

And it smiled with the realization before dragging me to bushes.

I was not forgiven, not yet, but it would speak no more that evening of fault, or the impossibility of innocence.

Six hours, in total it took to reach the town. Even by its swift feet, its unnatural stamina, it was worn and slow when we arrived. And by then all the shops were closed. But they had a lovely little cabin, with a stocked kitchen for guests, and not a single poster hung from the buildings with art of our faces.

And so we…rested.

Tired as it was, it made me comfortable, cooked me a meal and fussed over me in ways none ever had. Would you, my love, knowing what you do now...would you have doted on me so?

Could it have forced me into another session of its play, handed me the blade again and demanded I take more life to prove my loyalty, my devotion? Yes, and I expected it, worried of it. Yet it did the opposite, it bade me rest, insisted we take the day to relax, more even.

“Our time at the beach was too short, darling, we need more. Especially with your...difficulties, it would do no good for either of us to push too hard.” Fishing a pen and small book from our room’s end-table, both appearing far too fine to have been left there, it laid out on the bed to write a list. “We need clothes first, of course, new shoes after that trip, a bag would be wise,” it wriggled the pen in its fingers as it spoke, flecking ink over everything and covering itself in black freckles, “And you need food that travels.”

I had not seen it anxious before, my love, it was distressing. In more ways than one, something about it so jittery and worried sat wrong in me. I needed to calm it, to soothe it somehow.

An easy method though it was, cheap even, I employed it anyway.

“Love,” I cooed, as best I could, crawling onto the bed beside it to kiss its bare back, neck, “We have all week in this room, but no daylight today for this list.”

“But you need time away from, from,” it set the pen down and rolled over, wrapping me tight in its arms and answering my lips with its own. Short the kiss, as it had more to say, “From me.”

Yes, my love, you heard me correctly, the blood-thirsty monster that urged my hands to slaughter...was self-conscious. It was afraid I wanted to leave it.

And did I? Is that not what I suggested with my distaste for what we did, with my request that it kill me? The ache in my heart to hear it, to see it forlorn told me I wanted no such distance.

I told it so, “No, not from you, love, I need no time away from you,” and with hungry lips and seeking hands, I showed it so.

Though violent our love often came, it bent beneath a gentler touch that night and its fawning continued throughout.

As did its worry, its need for assurance, “Tell me, darling, please, tell me again.”

“I want you,” I told its neck, “I love you,” I whispered through kisses down its chest.

“And?” it gasped as my lips sought lower, tongue tracing what would still it.

“And I am going nowhere, love, I am here, with you,” its breaths were too sweet, stuttering mine, “always.”

I know I tell too much of this act, my love, but it is difficult not to get caught up in the memory, the moment. How that eager devotion, that worship in pursuit of moaning breaths would ultimately shatter me...

#writeblr #snippet #writing #in fog #novella #horror romance #it is sad monster hour #manic monster hour?#monster is feeling many things #mc is also feeling many things #they are both terribly confused all the time #this is normal #also a kind of but not really physical description for the mc

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qrowsofafeather · 1 year

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GreedBringer

This didn’t end up nearly as long as I’d thought it would, only 565 words. Was reading @fickleminder’s That Time Travel Shit again after Nightbringer came out and was vaguely inspired.

Features: SFW Mammon x MC fluffy angst, S1 Ep16 spoilers and vague references to S3 overview, spoilers for up to lesson 3 of Nightbringer

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2:04 blinked at her from her D.D.D., glow carefully shielded so as not to wake the demon sleeping behind her.

When Mammon had stammered out his request for her to spend the night with him, Emma could have sworn her left hand tingled. Was her magic becoming stronger as she reforged their bond, or was the pact reacting to their mutual affection? It could be both; neither the Witty Sorcerer nor his apprentice fit well the definition of ‘human’.

How many humans were actually friends with their pact demons, let alone close enough to be considered family - as they’d proclaimed her even before her Nephilimic ancestry was revealed.

This past-Mammon clung to her the way ‘her’ Belphie would. Emma had to think of them as separate entities, the newly-Fallen brothers and her pact partners. She couldn’t behave in the past the way she had in the future: no late nights doing paperwork with Lucifer, Demonus-fueled commiseration on the struggles of being Eldest Sibling to mischievous younger brothers (as well as cousins, in Emma’s case); no laughing as she fled with Mammon from yet another failed scheme; no gaming with Leviathan and seeing who could come up with the most outlandish headcanons; no pulling petty pranks with Satan and Belphegor; no practicing mental healthcare by focusing on physical healthcare with Asmodeus; no trying to beat her record at every restaurant in town with Beelzebub.

It crushed her, knowing that even if she somehow helped them adjust to their new lives - their new bodies, their states of existence - it wouldn’t last; in their future, her past, they were at each other’s throats constantly. What would be the point? What good would it do, if they would only hurt worse once Emma was gone?

Everyone - the seven Avatars included - saw her only as an attendant, albeit a favored one. Emma, meanwhile, couldn’t see them as anything other than her boys, the demons she knew and loved, sins and all.

But she couldn’t act on it, behaving like a human chummy with not just the brothers but also the royal butler and his Young Master. She saw how Lucifer and Diavolo interacted, and her very soul cried out, desperate to tell the Eldest that his choice was worth it; after all, wasn’t Emma living proof of it? She was practically more angel than they were at this point. Had the reborn Lilith had her child yet, however many generations ago in Emma’s past?

“‘Mma,” the demon mumbled, pulling her closer to him in his sleep and nuzzling into her neck.

A wry smile on her face, Emma reached over her shoulder to gently stroke his head, running her fingers through Mammon’s soft hair, avoiding brushing against his horns. Even in the future, his signature demonic features were sensitive. He’d always been so tsundere, it seemed, claiming he had to be the big spoon, because his wings would be in the way. Because that was the only reason, obviously.

How could she explain away knowing the best care routines for wings, tails, and horns? Emma didn’t have any of those herself... at least she assumed so, whether Celestial or Infernal. Maybe they just had yet to appear. Wondering what sort of horns she’d have as a demon, Emma drifted to sleep, secure in the arms of ‘her first man’, even if he didn’t know he was yet.

#obey me writing #obey me fic #obey me fanfic #obey me drabble #Mammon x MC #obey me Mammon #obey me MC #my writing #my obey me mc #Obey Me Nightbringer

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writeforfandoms · 2 years

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Wild Mountain Thyme

Find my masterlist and series masterlist

Well, here we are. I am dragging Ezra into the dragon ‘verse next. Fair warning, while Jack’s story is wholesome and law-abiding, Ezra’s is very much not.

Warnings: illegal activities, Ez is an asshole, swearing

Word count: 1.3k

Eventual Ezra x f!reader

"Please tell me you are joking," Ezra implored the man on the other side of his computer. "I will happily laugh along to your little joke if only you say it is a joke."

His sort of boss smiled, more amused than sympathetic. "Not a joke, my friend," he said. "Consider it a… personal favor."

Ezra had to pause to take a deep breath. He could not ignore that. A personal favor from the world's best and most established black market dragon dealer? That was no small thing to dismiss, and could give him a good step up when he needed it.

He blew out a breath, noisy and resigned. "A personal favor," he agreed. "You'd best not forget this."

On screen, his boss smiled, showing white even teeth. His jacket, tailored perfectly across his shoulders, was beautifully embroidered with gold and jewel tones (something that Ezra noted with no small amount of jealousy). A few hints of gold were visible in the shot behind him, along the wall of the library. The man did like to show off his power sometimes.

"I won't forget this," he promised, smooth as satin. "You've got a week to prep. I'll send you the meeting coordinates." He hung up without another word, leaving Ezra staring at a "call ended" screen.

Ezra shut his laptop, aggravated. He had been saddled with partners before, on many jobs. With some jobs, that was not ideal, but fine.

But a partner for a nest raid?

Ezra already knew exactly what that person would be. A distraction. At worst, a snack for an angry dragon.

His lip curled angrily, and he swore softly to himself. But he went to go do some preparations of his own.

Since apparently he was going to be babysitting.

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You could hardly contain your excitement even as you hopped off the bus. You weren't there yet, you knew you still had a ways to go. But you were here! In the crisp air of the Rockies, backpack on your back, feeling very bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.

Even though you already had the instructions memorized, you still looked at your phone again, at the emailed instructions.

After the bus arrives, you'll have half an hour before your ride picks you up. Look for the dark blue Ford Explorer with local plates.

So, you still had several minutes to take care of things. Like a quick bathroom break. And a snack.

You honestly weren't sure how long the trip was, out to wherever you were going. You hadn't been told.

But that was fine. You were out here. You were going to learn so much.

A dark blue Explorer stopped across the street from the bus station. Local plates. No one getting out, or in. Could be your ride.

You observed quietly for a minute before deciding to take your chance. You walked over to the car.

The driver's side window rolled down before you could knock on it, the man inside glowering at you. He was very handsome, with unkempt brown hair but for a blonde streak, and beautiful brown eyes.

He was also, you discovered a moment later, an ass.

"Get in the car before you draw attention to us," he grumbled. "We are trying to avoid detection, in case someone neglected to tell you."

You blinked at him, lips parted, momentarily flabbergasted. Then you shut your mouth and walked around the car. You got in, setting your backpack at your feet, and buckled in.

"How long is the drive?" You asked, a little afraid, as he started driving.

"Four hours." He shot you a look. "How much did he tell you?"

"I mean, I know what we're doing. But I was told that everything else would come from you, that you'd tell me where exactly we're going and how long this will take."

He sighed, once, short and sharp through his nose. "Call me Ezra," he grumbled.

"I'm–"

"I don't care. Until you have proven to me that you are better than useless, you will be Channel Rat. Understand me?"

Oh. That hurt. You could feel the excitement dying in your chest. But you nodded and whispered, "Fine."

The next twenty minutes were spent in quiet. The further away from town you got, the fewer cars you passed. The highway was narrow and winding, two lanes making their way through the countryside. It was gorgeous territory out here, and you had seen a lot in your life. But the quiet and the beauty of nature around you? With few people to interrupt that beauty?

Marvelous. Just marvelous.

Then Ezra started talking.

"Now, I understand this is your first trip out. I must admit I have never had anyone so green with me before. I am going to lay down some ground rules to keep the both of us safe. Or, safe as we can, considering our target is a dragon nest." He glanced at you and you nodded to show you were paying attention.

"Good. You need to do whatever I tell you to, when I tell you to. No arguing. Watch where I walk, watch what I do. There's no rescue out here, no backup team, no easy way out." His lips thinned into a hard line.

"I know."

"Do you?" He cut his gaze over to you, very obviously taking you in.

And you ignored the flash of irritation, the realization that he was just another douchebag man who thought he knew better than you and dismissed you out of hand. You swallowed down the rage. That had no place out here. "I do, in fact."

He snorted softly but looked away, lapsing into silence again. He wasn't still as he drove, tapping his fingers on the wheel and fidgeting in his seat. He flipped the headlights on as it got dark.

He pulled off the road onto a smaller road, not as kept up. This one was bumpier, making conversation impossible (as if you'd been having any to begin with).

Finally, he pulled off at a cramp ground, and parked at the campground at the back. You raised your eyebrows.

"We're staying here tonight," was all he said as he turned off the car and got out. You scrambled out too and took your things over to the camp site.

Well. At least your first night's sleep would be on flat ground.

You could hear Ezra behind you, moving around and muttering to himself. When you looked, he had a small, single-occupant pop-up tent set up. He tossed a sleeping bag inside and plopped himself inside as well, leaving the flap open.

You were beginning to hate this trip. Just a little.

Your own tent was easy to set up, and you hid yourself away in your tent. You didn't care how it looked. You didn't care what he thought.

He had made it abundantly clear that he didn't want to talk, or make nice, or even give you a single chance. Fine. You could return the favor.

You ate your dinner in silence. You were prepared for this, had spent weeks so excited for this trip. You had double and triple checked your pack.

You weren't gonna let this asshole ruin it for you.

You could hear him muttering to himself, but he did seem to be talking to himself. So you didn't concern yourself with his mutterings.

Instead, you pulled out your notebook to take notes of the day. It was a bit old fashioned, maybe, but you liked the process of actually writing your thoughts down, putting pen to paper.

The words flowed tonight, channeling your frustrations and helping vent some of your rage. It was enough. Just enough to be able to set your feelings aside and sleep.

You knew you'd need it for the next day. Especially if you were expected to hold your tongue.

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all-eyes-lead-to-the-truth · 6 months

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All Eyes Lead to the Truth | Hell Money (3x19)

Hsin Shuyang had never been a lucky man. Any and all moves he made would just pave the way for an opponent’s checkmate, his heads or tails flips always failed to land in his favor — it seemed that life dealt him a perpetually losing hand.

That is, until he met Mei.

He still couldn’t believe such a beautiful, kind woman fell in love with him. Shuyang was a simple man. He’d never been on the receiving end of a bow, and he did work that most people considered beneath them. For most of their relationship, Shuyang waited with bated breath for her to realize she’d made a mistake. But she never did.

Mei married him, took his last name, and gave him a daughter. For a few years, he was foolish enough to think himself a fortunate man. After all, his daughter was the best thing he’d ever done with his life. It was impossible for him to think of his life as worthless anymore because she was part of him.

They were happy for a while, but when the political unrest became too much, he suggested they move to America. Mei was thrilled. She had always wanted to have more children, and when they got to America, they could finally give Kim a sibling. Their children would have access to resources and freedom they’d only dreamed of.

He always knew this process would be difficult, but he felt like oil that kept floating to the surface of the country’s melting pot. The Americans always spoke to him in English too fast for him to follow, their faces turning into something like pity, sometimes disdain, when he struggled to reply. When he heard laughter, he never knew what was funny but smiled anyway. After a few months here, he quickly realized they didn’t find him worth the hassle of navigating a language barrier, so he simply kept his head down and kept to himself.

But Shuyang didn’t listen to his family’s disapproval about coming to America, and he should have known he would pay the price. After all, his luck was bound to run out sooner or later.

A year after they arrived, a month before Kim’s high school graduation, his wife died of a sudden heart attack. The next year, his daughter fell ill.

He felt guilty. It was his family’s sickness he passed down. All his wife had wanted was a baby, and the idea of a little child with a blend of their features haunted his days more than he was proud to admit. But as he stood in her doorway, watching his precious daughter struggle to live, he cursed his own selfishness. Her mother gave her silken hair and an ineffable kindness and empathy that sometimes made him feel unworthy of being her father. He gave her a disease that threatened to shorten a life not yet lived.

Sometimes he wondered if his daughter was being punished for the sins of his past. Had he caused his family so much shame that his ancestors thought he wasn’t worthy of having any? If that was the case, would his wife be waiting in Heaven for a husband who would never join her? For a husband destined to burn for eternity because he could never quite figure out how to get a winning hand in this rigged game called life.

Other days it was too painful to imagine there was a god. He couldn’t reconcile a divine being that would cause someone as wonderful as her to live a life of pain and suffering.

He found himself sitting at her bedside often. He was too ashamed to let her look at him, but it was impossible for him to stay away from his reason for living. His kind, sweet girl. If she knew what he was doing, she would be so disappointed in him.

Shuyang held his breath as Kim moved in her sleep, her thin pale arms drawing her thin blankets closer to her chin. It reminded him of when she was a little girl, and the knot in his throat tightened in time with his resolve.

The gods might not be listening, but the devil was waiting for him down the street, ready to play a game with all the men whose American dreams had turned into nightmares.

He closed the door to the apartment slowly, hoping he could avoid making any noise that might disturb Kim, but the back of his heel made contact with something. Looking down, he realized he’d accidentally kicked a bowl of white rice onto a small pile of brightly colored hell money.

A soft smile spread across his face at the sight. He’d been so preoccupied lately that he didn’t even realize this year’s festival was going on. Minding his aching knees, he bent down onto the welcome mat and cleaned up the offerings his daughter had so carefully laid out to keep the spirits at bay. He didn’t know if he believed in it himself, but if this made his daughter feel safe, he wanted to support her efforts. Anything for her.

The brisk evening air bit at Shuyang’s skin as he made his way out of the apartment building, and the pungent odor of sulfur lingered in the air as the festivities from the evening settled down. There was an uneasy tension looming in the streets, and he wondered if it was his dread of the impending game or the presence of ghosts walking alongside him.

He tried to ignore it as he walked across the debris of firecrackers, clutching the money in his pocket as he prayed for a little luck. Once she was healthy again, Kim was going to do so many great things. He knew gambling like this came with a lot of risks, but it would all be worth it if it meant she got a chance to live the life they’d sacrificed so much for.

He just wanted to see her get better.

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loudlooks · 1 year

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Valentine’s Nap

Wrote this about a week ago after @hopeless-nostalgiac tagged me in this post. Didn’t like how it turned out, and figured I’d write and post one of the other two ideas I had, flare up got worse, forgot all about this until I saw a Valentine’s day ad this morning and figured I might as well post this with a Valentine angle now that my brain is operating at 30%.

Word count: 1076

A faint tap against her foot, and her hand flew to the gun on her right hip before her eyes had fully opened. The slight amusement in her boss’s blue eyes, combined with the soft smile on his lips, instantly relaxed her mind and body. The soft breathing and warm body leaning heavily into her left side made her want to doze off again.

“Shift change,” Gibbs said, resisting a chuckle when Tony replied with incomprehensible mumbling.

“Tony,” Ziva said softly, stifling a yawn.

More mumbling.

She repeated his name more loudly, gently elbowing him, feeling Gibbs’s stare heavy on both of them.

Tony smacked his lips and opened his eyes slowly. A smile lit up his whole face as soon as his gaze met hers, and she couldn’t help but smile back brightly, warmth spreading through her body.

“Hi,” Tony said in a husky voice she would never grow tired of.

“Hi,” Gibbs replied with mock pleasantry.

Ziva’s sleep-deprived brain flashed back to Eli walking in on her making out with an IDF soldier he had explicitly forbidden her to see. She sat up straight as a board on the old worn-out couch, jostling Tony—who was mid-yawn—wide awake. The amusement in her boss’s eyes had been replaced with suspicion, and she wasn’t entirely sure how she felt about that.

Nervous energy made her bolt off the couch, and walk out of the room while giving Gibbs a tight smile.

McGee looked over his shoulder as she approached him at the window. “Did you get some sleep?”

Avoiding eye contact by looking through the binoculars, she curtly said, “yes.”

“So, not a lot?”

Ziva lowered the binoculars an inch. She had slept quite well, actually, but did have a reputation, not to mention a ruse, to uphold. “Tony was snoring in my ear.” She blinked slowly, remembering his warm breath on her face and how the soft sound of his breathing had lulled her to sleep.

At the sound of Tony’s footsteps she dropped the binoculars, and looked for his reflection in the window. There was a mischievous twinkle in his eyes as he stepped in between them, and glimpsed over his shoulder.

“What’s up with the boss?” He asked McGee with a nod at the other room.

“Nothing,” McGee said, and fleetingly looked at Ziva. “Maybe your snoring annoyed him?”

Tony stopped trying to flatten his hair with his hands, and glared at McGee. “I do not snore.”

Ziva made a bee-line to the other side of the small room, and sat down in front of the surveillance monitors, unable to focus on any of them.

“Ziva said-“

“Ziva said what?” Tony interrupted.

She glanced at him, unable to read his expression, then actually focused on the monitors showing nothing out of the ordinary.

He approached her from behind, and casually flicked her pony tail. “Do you have a problem with my breathing, agent David?”

Ziva bit her bottom lip and evaded his gaze. She knew exactly what she would find there and didn’t need that kind of distraction while working.

For once, Gibbs’s impeccable timing worked in her favor, as he entered the room and declared he was going to get take-out. “What do y’all want?”

“I want a Valentine’s date,” Tony said, disappointment lacing his words.

“You’re not my type,” Gibbs replied, then handed a take-out menu to Ziva.

She accepted the slightly crumpled piece of paper, but refused to look at either of them, knowing full-well the look on Tony’s face would crack her up.

“Will you stop complaining,” McGee said testily, “you’re not the only who had to cancel a date.”

Tony walked over to McGee and placed a hand on the younger man’s shoulder. “I know this may come as a shock to you, probie, but playing video games with your girlfriend is not the same as a date.”

Ziva swiveled her chair around to face both of them. “Oh, I don’t know about that.”

Tony raised an eyebrow at the challenging look she gave him. “I went all out for this date, made reservations months ago, fancy dinner at a French restaurant, a little dancing afterwards, the perfect gift she’s been eyeing for a month.”

Ziva frowned at the mention of the gift. While she was half expecting him to buy her some flimsy negligée or something, she had never actually brought that up.

Grinning widely at her confusion, Tony added, “Something subtle, not meant to be seen, that fits perfectly around her very elegant ankle.”

Her lips parted and heart swelled as she realized he was talking about the ankle holster she had mentioned thumbing through last month’s Guns magazine. She knew he paid close attention to her likes and dislikes, but somehow small things like this still caught her off-guard.

The warmth in his eyes sent a tingle down her spine as he walked up to her.

“Are you implying that all the thought and effort I put into –“ he caught himself just in time, “my Valentine’s date, is the same as gaming?”

Her desire to close the distance between them was kept in check by the presence of Gibbs and McGee. She licked her lips and inhaled deeply, never breaking eye contact. Fancy dates were fun, but she appreciated the quiet evenings they spent at home just as much. “Perhaps not quite gaming, but something more…relaxing and intimate.”

“Like napping,” Gibbs interjected.

Ziva smiled widely, holding up the paper menu and pointing it at Gibbs. “Yes! Oh…” Her demeanor deflated somewhat at the knowing look in her boss’s eyes.

Gibbs took the menu from her, a conflicted look on his face. He stared at Tony, whose only reply was jutting his chin. When he met Ziva’s eyes once more, a slow smile had spread on his lips. Without bothering to take anyone’s order, he headed for the front door. “I’ll bring you two back some candles.”

Relieved their boss wasn’t going to make things difficult for them, she smiled widely at Tony, who let out a heavy sigh.

“Why is he bringing candles?” McGee said while looking through the binoculars.

Ziva chuckled, focusing her attention on the monitors, as Tony shook his head and placed his hands on McGee’s shoulders, forcing him to face him.

“Timmy, remember when you wrote that book about us?”

McGee’s brows furrowed. “I told you, that wasn’t about you…” He glanced at Ziva, then back at Tony. “Oh!”

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mirroredworlds · 9 months

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"Hmm I suppose you do have a point; it would only be fair and I believe that can be arranged." Voice was kept on a low level to not arouse any unwanted attention. Fingers had been withdrawn from Kaeya's body despite the immediate intoxication that he experienced from just the feather-light touch. He wanted to cherish Kaeya from head to toe. The impact their first night together's had ever since was astounding, almost as though a spell had been cast over him. Or both of them, souls in unison.

Kaeya's suggestion delighted him, drawing a quiet chuckle from his lips, and Freed was unable to avoid the instant imagination from forming in his mind. "Quite the poetic imagery, is it not?" Either a fallen soldier, the sword clattering to the floor surrendering to his opponent the pleasure. Or a lover bedded comfortably and beautifully so, hoping to bring happiness over them.

Freed hummed at the uncommon thoughts forming and he found delight in the imagery alone. Of course the real thing would exceed the imagination by a long shot. "What do I say to that?" The rune mage had shifted slightly, leaning in from where he was standing behind Kaeya so he could whisper directly next to his ear this time, breath warm. He'd withdraw immediately after his words had been uttered. "I say you would look utterly gorgeous in the midst of the scene, your charm matchless, and I would long for nothing less than for our bodies to conjoin in passion and take your breath away as you hold onto me for dear life." [from freed to kaeya obvs GOD]

"Fair is fair, after all. Am I wrong, Freed?"

Kaeya would allow his lips to curl downward at the sudden LOSS of contact with the other male but he knew why the other pulled away as abruptly as he had. Upon hearing that Freed seemed to like the rose petal idea he'd turn to actually face the other once more. They tended to gravitate toward one another at complete random times. There were days to weeks between 'bump ins' sometimes, likely due to Freed's working at Fairy Tail's guild hall, but the blue-haired male hadn't yet gotten to see the place. Or join yet.

"Well, for you perhaps it needs to be a nit more poetic. What do you think?"

He'd listen intently as Freed whispered into his ear just what he thought about his state of dress, or rather, undress whilst surrounded by petals of roses scattered about the room. Perhaps foregoing the sword puns would work out in his favor much more. Then again, he and Freed were both incredibly intellectual though perhaps, Freed more so than he, but that was beside the point and not at all the conversation topic.

"Perhaps I should buy some rose petals to scatter around a room as well as upon my pale skin for your eyes to drink in then."

Lips would curl into that flirty smile that Freed would recognize immediately. It was the one and very same look the blue-haired man had given him the first night the two of them met. Multiple times, in fact, but that was beside the point. Perhaps their little game would go on for a while longer yet. At least, a few more weeks possibly.

"I dare say that sounds like a fantastic time, now comes the real question."

He'd lean in close and whisper into Freed's ear. The smile never once dropping from his face as he did so.

"Your place, or mine?"

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