#but i felt like i couldnt breathe the entire drive home

[virescent-v]

Reader gets pregnant but baby’s father isn’t the picture and Emily’s helping and supporting reader through out the pregnancy?

Oh Baby

Summary: A glimpse of your pregnancy, with the help of Emily.

A/n: Sorry this took so long! I hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: none, this is all fluff! dont come for me about the name i couldnt think of anything else hehehe

Word count: 2.7K

You called her the second you realized your period was four weeks late. To be fair, you’ve never really had normal periods, so you hadn’t noticed at first. 

She showed up at your door, bag from CVS in hand. She didn’t say anything, just took your hand and led you to the bathroom, thrusting the pregnancy test (or five) in your hands before closing the door. 

You opened all of the boxes, followed the directions, and opened the door. 

She was patiently waiting on the other side, arms across her chest, chewing on her lower lip. 

“We’ll deal with whatever it says, however you want.” 

You could feel your eyes starting to tear up, your lower lip wobbling with the influx of emotion. 

Emily just held her arms out and you made your way to her, letting her gather you up in a forceful hug, as if she knew she was the only thing keeping you together right now. She rubbed soothing circles on your back, letting you take the time you needed. 

As you pulled away from her, she pushed your hair from your face. “You ready?” 

You managed a meek, “As I’ll ever be,” before leading her by the hand into the bathroom. You slid one of the tests over to her, grabbing a different one in your free hand. “Together?” 

Emily smiled a little at you, “Together.” 

You each flipped over the tests. 

***

She took off work for the first appointment, told her team to not call her under any circumstances until the appointment was over. She made sure to pick you up, drive you, and she even filled out the paperwork for you because your hands were too sweaty to hold the pen. 

When the nurse called you back, you made sure to grab Emily’s hand, dragging her along with you. She sat on the stool right next to the exam table, holding your hand the entire time. 

As the doctor put the ultrasound jelly on your stomach, you felt Emily lean a little closer to you, trying to see the monitor better even though she had no idea what she was looking at. 

A small little sac with an even smaller blob in the middle of it. 

A baby. 

You heard Emily take in a little breath, her hand squeezing yours a little tighter. You made eye contact with her, smiling at the barely hidden joy on her face. Emily’s always been really great with kids and you knew that she was going to be amazing with your little one. 

“Do you want to hear the heartbeat?” The doctor asked. 

You glanced quickly at Emily, a resounding ‘yes’ leaving your lips. A flick of the machine, a quick readjusting of the machine, and soon enough there was a rapid, static-like pulse emanating from the speakers. 

“Everything with the baby looks great,” the doctor said. “Do you want some printouts of the ultrasound?” 

“Absolutely,” you said. 

As you sat in the car on the way back to your apartment, you were looking at the ultrasound, each of the six frames looking like the same blob to you. With a quick decision, you tore it in half, leaving three frames on each side. 

When Emily parked, you handed her one half. “For you.” 

You watched as she reverently held the pictures, her finger rubbing gently across the middle frame. “I can’t wait to meet them,” she whispered. 

You smiled. You couldn’t wait for her to meet them either. 

*** 

At this point, you were well acquainted with the inside of your toilet bowl. The morning sickness had hit you swift and hard and out of nowhere. 

You were hardly able to keep food down, the smells of most things sending you running for the toilet. Your cravings hit you just as swift, but changed quicker than you could accommodate them. 

Thankfully, your boss let you work from home most of the week. You couldn’t imagine having to deal with this while in the office. 

Emily made sure to text you consistently every day, as much as her work day would allow for it. Currently, she was out of state, dealing with some psycho in Florida (go figure). 

Emily: How’s today? Still puking your guts up? 

You: Tell your soon to be bestie to calm down! Their mother actually needs to work to be able to afford them and she can’t when she’s constantly staring at the inside of her toilet. 

Emily: Put your phone up to your belly. 

Emily: Hi, little one! Auntie Em here. RELAX. Your mom is throwing a fit and needs to work! 

You: You’re insane. 

You: Thank you. 

Emily: 🙂Did it work? 

You: Ugh, yes, sort of. I’m drinking some water and ginger ale and munching on some crackers. 

Emily: I should be back tonight. Dinner? 

You: Yes, I miss you! We can decide when you get here? 

Emily: See you two soon! 

*** 

Second trimester brought nothing but constant weird cravings. Your pantry and fridge were overflowing with foods you’d probably never eat because it sounded good one second, but you ended up being disgusted by it the next. 

It was around midnight on a random Wednesday when you woke up starving and craving mint chocolate chip icecream and pickles. You padded your way down to your kitchen, tying the tie of your robe around you, before frowning at the lack of both in your refrigerator. 

Chewing on your thumb nail, blankly staring at the light emanating from within your fridge, you heard your phone buzz on the counter behind you. Sighing, closing the door dejectedly, you snatched your phone up, smiling at the text from Emily. 

Emily: I just got back from the case in Wisconsin. You up? 

You: I am. Cravings hit hard for choco chip mint icecream and pickles and I have neither. I might go to the store. :( 

Emily: Absolutely not. I’ll grab it and be right over. Your place is closer than mine and I’m beat. 

You shook your head, not arguing with her. Emily has been a lifesaver during your pregnancy, helping you as much as she can. She’s taken you to most of your appointments, helped you shop for (and build) some nursery furniture, and she’s bought the baby more clothes and toys than you have. 

The opening of your front door jolted you from your thoughts. 

“I come bearing gifts!” Emily said, walking into the low lit kitchen with a few bags. 

You stared incredulously, “Em! I wanted icecream and pickles! What is all of this?” 

She shrugged her shoulders. “I was hungry, too. And everything just looked so good. So I bought it,” she said, as she slid your icecream and pickles across the counter before emptying the bags. 

You rolled your eyes. You were going to have so much food go bad on you. Opening both the chocolate mint icecream and pickles, you smiled, a happy little dance making your body wiggle. 

Emily grabbed her own icecream, coming back to the island with two bowls and spoons. However, she watched in horror as you took one of the dill pickles and dipped it into the icecream and scooped some of it before shoving both in your mouth. 

You hummed happily, the saltiness of the pickle and the sweetness of the icecream hitting your craving exactly how you imagined it would. 

Glancing up, you almost choked and laughed at the look on Emily’s face. “Don’t say anything. Baby is wreaking havoc on my taste buds. Talk to them about it when they’re older. It’s their fault.” 

Emily furiously blinked a few times before taking a deep breath and ignoring the teasing remark she had. 

As she opened her chocolate icecream, you shrieked, covering your full mouth before rushing around the counter towards Emily. 

“What?! What’s wrong?” She said, throwing her spoon down, thinking something was wrong. 

You continued chewing, shaking your head, grabbing her hand and placing it on your stomach. 

Emily’s eyes caught yours as she felt the baby move and kick. “Is that…?” 

“Mhm,” you said, tears gathering in your eyes. 

Emily knelt down to the ground, her face inches from your stomach. She was gazing at it with awe, rubbing small circles over the spot the baby had just kicked. “Hi, baby. I can’t wait to meet you,” she whispered. 

At this moment, you’ve never been happier. 

*** 

The third trimester flew by. The nursery was done, with the help of Emily and her coworkers. How she managed to get Derek, Rossi, and Hotch to paint the nursery and build the rest of the furniture in one day you will never know, but you were incredibly thankful. It was one less thing you had to worry about. 

You had a hospital bag packed and ready in your car because the baby could come at any moment. 

Sniffling, you were trying to hide your disappointment as you talked to Emily on the phone. “It’s okay, Em. Work is important. Go. We’ll be here when you get back. They just might be outside of me when you do,” you wetly chuckled. You were hoping she could be there when the baby was born, but you understood her job sporadically called her away. 

There was a long pause. “You and this baby are more important than any job I’ll ever have. Do you understand that?” 

You took a deep breath in, catching the undertone of what she was saying. 

You and Emily had been toeing around each other for the past few weeks. Every moment felt charged and on the precipice of something more. Neither one of you ever brought it up, just allowed it to happen. You knew you were close to finally admitting to each other how you felt, but something was holding both of you back. 

“I know,” you whispered. 

Another long, tense silence. 

A deep sigh. “Try to keep them in there until I get back, okay?” 

“You got it, boss,” you said, still trying to hold back all of the emotions bubbling up inside you. “Stay safe and come home to us.”

You heard Emily suck in a breath. “I’ll be home as soon as I can.” 

There was a click from her hanging up, and you rubbed your belly absentmindedly. Home. Emily was home. 

***

Your relationship with Emily came to head one scary night when you thought you were going into early labor. The contractions felt real – real for someone who has never felt real contractions before. 

Emily came over, rushed you to the hospital, and stuck with you the whole night just for the doctor to tell you it was false labor and to take it easy over the next few weeks until the baby finally made their appearance. 

She took you back home, well after midnight, both of you exhausted from the whole ordeal. You both settled into your bed, still a little hyped up from the adrenaline of a possible delivery. 

“I was a little scared, but also excited to meet them,” Emily whispered in the dark of your room. 

“Me, too. It’s still too early for them. They need to cook a little longer,” you giggled. 

You felt the bed shake slightly from Emily’s muffled laughter. “Don’t talk about my bestie like that! They aren’t a chicken that needs more time in the oven!” 

You laughed loudly. “I know they’re not a chicken, Em! They’re our kid, so I get it that they’re impatient, but they need to walk until it’s safe to come out!” 

It took you a few seconds to realize what you said. There was a tense silence from the other side of the bed. “Our kid?” 

You licked your lips, your hands fiddling on your stomach. Clearing your throat a bit, you sighed. “Yes, okay, our kid, Emily. You’ve been here since the beginning. And we both know our relationship has changed, is changing.” You turned your head, trying to seek her eyes out in the dark. “I’m tired of not admitting how I know we both feel.” 

You turned over, your enlarged stomach making it a bit of a harder task than normal. “You were here when I took the test, you take me to most of my appointments, you’ve built the nursery. Hell, Em, I’ve caught you talking to them when you think I’m asleep about all of the things you’re going to teach them, how you’re going to protect them, and threaten any future boyfriends or girlfriends!” 

You scooched closer to her, your hand coming up to play with her hair. You were pretty sure her eyes were shining with tears, but with how dark it was in the room, you couldn’t be sure. “I love you, Emily Prentiss. Wanna raise a baby with me?” 

Emily sniffled and laughed loudly, her voice gravelly from all of the different emotions the night was causing her. She brought her face closer to yours, rubbing her nose gently across yours. Another quiet sniffle. Her lips briefly met yours. “I love you, too. Let's raise a baby.” 

*** 

Frantically, you tried to put on fresh clothes. The maternity jeans you were wearing having been soaked because your water finally broke. 

Shoving your shoes into some sandals, not caring if it looked silly with socks, you shakily pressed familiar numbers on your phone, waiting for her to pick up. 

On the second ring, a rushed, “Hey, what’s up?”  

“Em,” you panted, rushing down the steps. “It’s time.” 

“What?” There was a second pause. “OH. Okay, okay. Stay there, I’m coming to get you.” 

“Okay, please hurry. These contractions are no joke,” you tried to laugh as another one took over. Through gritted teeth you mumbled, “Use the sirens.” 

Emily was at your place in less than ten minutes, lights flashing. You were at the nearby hospital in less than twenty, the contractions coming every couple of minutes. 

Emily helped walk you inside and get you checked in. In a flurry of minutes, you were undressed, in a hospital gown, and in your own room. 

As you were being assessed, Emily had stepped out of the room to make all of the calls to let your family and her team know what was happening. 

“Alright,” the doctor said. “Baby should be making their way into the world shortly. For now, we’re going to monitor both you and baby and get everything prepped.” 

Another, stronger wave of contractions hit as Emily came back into the room. She immediately rushed over, grabbing your hand and letting you squeeze the shit out of it. 

Over the next few hours, Emily stayed by your side, only leaving to get cold washcloths to wipe the sweat from your face, or to update everyone. 

With the contractions coming closer and closer apart, the doctor came in, gowned up. “Alright, mom. It’s time! Let’s meet this baby!” 

Emily got closer to you, continuing to hold your hand, her other brushing your hair out of your face. “You’ve got this, I’m right here.” 

You took a deep breath, gritted your teeth, and started pushing. 

*** 

What felt like hours later, many pushes, and a few inventive curses, an abrupt cry filled the delivery room. 

“Congrats, moms! It’s a girl!” 

You and Emily caught each other's eyes, not daring to correct the doctor. As the baby was checked, Emily wiped the sweat from your face, admiration shining in her eyes. “You did it. She’s here. I’m so proud of you.” 

A nurse brought over the clean little blanketed baby, smiling as she handed her to you. “What’s her name?” 

As you gazed down at the round, cute face of your newborn, you took a deep breath as her name came to you. You rubbed your finger across her chubby little cheek, getting a little misty eyed. 

You looked up at Emily, watching as her eyes held so much love for your daughter, for you. Your little family. 

“Charlotte Emilia. We’re hyphenating her last name.” 

Emily’s eyes widened a little. She swallowed a little thickly before whispering, “You sure?” 

You took her hand in yours, smiling at her. “I can’t imagine naming her after anyone else. She’s just as much yours as she is mine, Em.” 

You brought your hand up, wiping an errant tear from Emily’s cheek. Rubbing the skin there, you smiled brightly. You trailed your hand behind her neck, dragging her face towards you. “I love my family, Em,” you said, before kissing her. “Wanna hold your daughter?” 

Emily’s smile was the brightest thing you’ve ever seen. 

#emily prentiss #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss fanfic #virescent v fanfic #emily prentiss x you #emily prentiss fanfiction #no use of y/n #if there are any pregnancy inaccuracies dont blame me i dont have kids and dont want them lol #i hope you like it!! #im also working on my other reqs but pls be patient im slow lol

[99izms]

the hour wasnt blue, but it wasnt orange either

soobin x f!reader (fluff, maybe angst if you think hard) 1.2kct

synopsis: meeting under grey skies and hurt hearts opens the doors to a life that will flash before your eyes if you let it, so savor every moment you have with those you love as long as you can.

the sky was slightly overcast the day we met— soobin and i. the color was a steel blue, although another mightve seen it as darker. i couldnt have seen it as darker when he appeared at the end of the street and saturated the entire scene, if even for a moment, or by a slight percentage.

his hair was blond and hardly toned, and i wouldnt have cared if i didnt have an interest in him. you wouldnt care enough to kill someone you didnt love; you wouldnt care enough to make fun of someone you didnt love.

love mightve been pushing it at the time, but i stared at him until he stared at me. i stared at him until he smiled at me. i stared at him until he began to walk towards me. and then smiled at him.

“hi, do you need something?”

his question wasnt aggressive or accusatory like i was used to. he was kind with his words, even if he had no other intentions. i also wasnt used to that.

i couldnt reply, i just looked into his eyes.

his eyebrows furrowed and his hands ghosted by my biceps, not wanting to touch me. his mouth opened slightly and his lips were naturally pouting.

“are you alright?“

i nodded and finally opened my mouth. “youre really cute.”

he chuckled and took a step back.

“you made me worried, i thought you had a stroke or something.”

i looked past him slightly, although the objectively darkening sky made it increasingly difficult. at the bus stop was a little boy with a small, pink balloon. his father was tying it on his wrist with a smile while waiting for their ride back home.

-

the sky was a pale gray when i woke up in his arms. rain tapped on the window, and i pretended to be asleep when he began stirring awake. he whispered to me while rubbing my thigh under our sheets. his hands smoothly moved from my waist to thigh repeatedly, but i continued to fake my sleep.

he pulled my leg over his waist and pulled me closer.

“ill make you breakfast if you wake up.”

my eyes remained closed for a moment.

“you wouldve done that anyway,” i whispered into his chest, “i know you.”

he kissed my head and caressed my entire body, moving from between my shoulder blades to my lower back, between my thighs, innocently of course, and back around to his starting point.

he told me how much he enjoyed every part of me and how i moved naturally. he liked how my body grew naturally, and what it grew naturally. he accepted every choice i made joyfully and smiled when he kissed me in the morning, horrible breath and all.

-

the sky was a dark, tired blue when soobin was hugging me goodbye. our oldest child had her arms crossed, claiming she was tired of waiting to be finally taken to her next stop in life: college.

“i was in college when i met your dad, you know.”

she was annoyed all summer when i was repeating that phrase to her. she could mime my love story with soobin perfectly at this point, but i didnt care.

i kissed his neck softly.

at this age, we joked about how our skin would sag, and our sex drive would be dead. we would have laugh lines and our eyesight would be gone. despite all that, it wasnt true, and his skin felt as soft on my lips as it did when we were twenty and lay in bed all those nights ago.

i moved my body from his to our oldest, hugging her tighter, knowing shes a physical representation of everything soobin and i have made in our lives. of course shes her own person, yet when i look at her i cant help but see the eyes ive loved for decades over, and he tells me her smile fills his heart the same way mine does.

she hugged her younger siblings and waved goodbye to us, sending us kisses while entering the passenger seat.

when soobin returned home to us, he told us she was quiet with tears the whole ride out of the city.

-

the sky was a pitch black in the mid day when the love of my life died.

he wasnt the love of my life, thats far too tame to describe him as.

if he was my body, he wasnt my heart, he was my veins and the blood inside. he wasnt my will to live, he was my life, and will always be. now that hes gone i feel my body is cold and my feet are numb. my brain is foggy and i believe im undead.

he wasnt even my veins and blood inside, he was the soil i lived on and thanked the universe for creating. he birthed every greatness in my life, and gave me the depression i knew i needed to appreciate the greatness in question.

and at some points he wasnt the soil i lived on, he was the god i worshipped and wouldve done anything for. the amount of monsters i wouldve slain for him, my braided hair tucked into my suit of armor and sword pointed to the heavens, is countless.

i wouldve stabbed myself between the eyes if my darling had asked me to, and i almost did beyond his request.

however, he asked me to continue living for him, and it was the hardest mission i would ever think to do for him.

he asked me to love our kids and continue happily, so i did as long as i could.

he asked me to not die of a broken heart, to not die even with a broken heart, and i am trying, but im not sure if i truly could.

alas, i will try for him

-

the sky was in the perfect blue hour the day we met again— soobin and i. although another mightve seen it darker (lord look over our wonderful children), the day was perfect for us.

soobin always hated seeing our children cry, especially our oldest, she always implied she wasnt the crying type. the youngest encouraged crying and believed it was healthy. the oldest hated it, and soobin understood. seeing her cry made his heart hurt— well, whatever is the remains of his technical heart. his soul, maybe.

he held me while we watched, and i asked him if he watched us mourn him too. he confirmed and i felt pity.

“you were alone.”

“but i knew it was just a waiting game. im not alone forever. my parents eventually saw me again. i eventually saw you. and, unfortunately, we’ll see them again.”

i nodded and pushed further into his body, or form, or whatever we are now.

by the ends of our life, our skin was sagging, and we didnt have the energy or physical ability for sex anymore, but we didnt mind it like we assumed we would years ago.

our love was truly infinite and with every moment that time passes, and with every change of physical appearance we underwent, we loved each other even more.

#txt fluff #txt x reader #soobin fluff #soobin imagines #soobin x reader #choi soobin #txt soft hours

[dragon-kazansky]

Nobody’s business

Gender neutral reader

Jake Lockley x Reader

Inspired by the song - Nobody’s business - Rhianna

Song choice by @couldnt-come-up-with-a-username

I just had to use Jake for this.

It was like an addiction. He always came to you, and you always let him in.

♡♡♡

The song had been playing that night in the club when you crossed paths with him. He was hunting someone, but you didn’t know that at the time. You could tell he wasn’t someone to fuck with. There was a dangerous glint in his eyes as he passed you. His eyes caught yours and you felt like you couldn’t breathe.

His eyes were locked onto you the entire him he passed you. He turned away only when he was too far to keep looking. He knew where he was going. You watched him go. That night you were left wondering 2 things. Had he caught who he was after, and who was he?

You'll always be mine Sing it to the world Always be my boy I'll always be your girl Nobody's business Ain't nobody's business Ain't nobody's business But mine, and my baby

You saw the car. A white limo, sleek and shiny. It was parked across the road and you couldn’t help stopping to look at it. As far as cars go, it was a pretty sexy vehicle. Whoever owned that had to have a bit of money, surely.

The driver’s door opened and a man stepped out. Again, it was like all air from your lungs ceased to exist. Your eyes met his instantly. He was looking directly at you from across the street. He leaned against the door for the limo as he stood there, watching you.

You turned to look around and see if anyone else had noticed, but no one seems bothered. The people around you carried on walking, going about their business. When your eyes met his again, you found he was smiling this time.

Your heart stopped. You were certain of it.

The man pushes away from his door and walks to the door in the back. He opens it and looks back up at you. That was his invitation for you to get in. You could walk away right here and now, but you don’t. Your feet carry you across the street. You keep up the eye contact as you reach the door.

You’re so close to him. You can smell him. You can see every detail of his face. His lips twitch up into a grin. That’s when you climb into the back seat. He closes the door behind you and gets back into the drivers seat.

Your love is perfection Please point me in the right direction I'ma give you all my affection Every touch becomes infectious Let's make out in this Lexus There's no other love just like this A life with you I wonder, can we become love's persona?

That song is playing on the radio as he drives. You look at him as he drives the limo away from the crowds.

Though he gave you the sense of danger when you met him in that club, you don’t feel like you’re in danger with him. He meets your gaze through the mirror and he smiles again. Every time he looks at you, you forget what breathing is.

He soon parks the car up and climbs out. You remain in the back, not sure if you need to get out or not. Moments later the doors opens, but rather than giving you a chance to get out, he climbs in the back with you. You move over to give him room to share the seat with you.

In a swift movement he removes his cap and tosses it to the side. He looks at you with an intense gaze.

You’re not one to just fuck a stranger in the back of their car, but holy shit did this man have some kind of power over you.

You'll always be the one that I wanna come home to Girl, let me love you and show you how special you are I wanna be your baby, you'll always be my baby Tell me what you want

He drives you home after. Clothes askew, hair out of place, but never have you felt better. That man knew exactly what he was doing. Every touch, every whisper. The Spanish as you feeling all kinds of ways.

Jake Lockley. That’s his name. He told you specifically for the reason of wanting to hear you say it.

You said it alright.

He opens the door for you and helps you out of his limo. You stand there with your hand in his for a good few moments. You can’t seem to look away from him. You don’t want to look away from him.

Jake pulls you close and kisses you passionately right there. Your fingers bury themselves into his hair again. You want to keep going, but he stops you. He lets go of you with a smirk and climbs into the drivers seat.

You sigh and walk to your front door. You’re aware he doesn’t drive away. No, he waits for you to go inside before you hear his engine start. You hear him drive away from inside your home, all the while wondering if you would see him again.

And you would. Sooner than you thought.

Sing it to the world Baby give me time You gon' be my girl I wanna make you mine And it ain't nobody's business It ain't nobody's business It ain't nobody's business It ain't nobody's business Just mine, and my baby

Ain't nobody's business Said it, ain't nobody's business It ain't nobody's business It ain't nobody's business

You’re playing that song out loud on your phone when there’s a knock on your door. That song was the only connection you had to your mysterious Jake. You open the door not sure what to expect, but when your eyes land on Jake, everything happens so quickly.

Your arms around his neck, he’s kicking the door shut with his foot. Your lips are in an intense battle with his own as you guide him all the way to the bedroom.

As you unbutton his shirt, you don’t acknowledge the blood staining his clothes. Your mind is too occupied with what he’s doing to you.

You can still hear the song playing in the background as Jake pins you down onto the bed. His name tumbles from your mouth over and over again.

Jake is still there in the morning.

You'll always be mine (Mine) Sing it to the world (World, baby) Always be my boy (Woo) You'll always be my girl, yeah Nobody's business (Nobody's business) Ain't nobody's business (Ain't nobody's business) Ain't nobody's business (Nobody) But mine and my baby

You wake up with your head on his chest. He has one arm around your body, the other under his head. He’s still asleep as you stare at him. His perfect features. The warmth he radiates.

Dangerous, yes.

Handsome, certainly.

Sexy, don’t you know it.

You’re not sure how you even got to this point, but you’re oh so thankful it happened. Jake was a just a coincidence that stuck around. You’re in love with the way he makes you feel just by looking at you.

He wakes up. Dark eyes lighting up at the sight of you.

You smile at one another.

He leans in and kisses you, just as passionately as all the previous kisses he had given you. You knew then and there that no matter where he showed up, you would always let him in. That you would always let him make you feel this way.

Jake Lockley made you feel so many things.

You would give in to him every single time.

#jake lockley x reader #jake lockley #Moon Knight #marvel

[fandom-changer]

A Visit with scp-999

Lee!BadBoyHalo/Ler!Skeppy

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Skeppy opened the door and walked down the driveway.He opened the mailbox and picked up a letter. "Hmm?" He opened the letter and read. "SCP foundation visit?" Skeppy said, thinking. "Hmm, I have a fun idea.." He walked up the driveway and opened the door.

"Bad! Come here real quick!!" He yelled. "Coming Skeppy!!" Bad got up from his chair and walked to the door where Skeppy stood. "Yeah? Whats up?" He asked. "You wanna go to the SCP foundation?" Skeppy asked, holding up the letter. "Oh? Sure i guess!" Bad opened the door and ran outside.

They were driving in the car, 10 minutes away from the SCP foundation. "Oo! Can I play a song?" Bad asked. "I guess" Skeppy answered. Bad connected his phone to the car and hit media. He started playing a song. "Its muffin time!" Started playing on volume 23. "Really bad?!" Skeppy laughed.

They pulled into the parking lot and walked into the large building. "This is so cool!" Bad exclaimed as they walked around. A woman in a suit met with them suddenly. "Hello! You must be Skeppy and BadBoyHalo, right?" She asked. "yep! Thats muffin head and me!" Bad said. "HEY!!" Skeppy hit him lightly with his arm." "Ihihihim sorry!" He laughed.

She walked them around and showed them all the SCP's. She talked about them. "Oo! Pretty!" Bad said as he looked at SCP-096. "Dont look at him for long." Said the woman. They kept walking until they got to a room. "This is one of the only scp's you can interact with. Go ahead in, I have to go for like, half an hour. " she exclaimed. She opendd the door and walked off. "Huh, whats this one?" Bad asked. Skeppy looked at the door and knew his plan was gonna work.

Bad looked around when he heard some light squeaks. He jumped back and walked around frantically. "are we gonna die?!" he yelled. A orange blob suddenly crawled towards him. He screamed and jumped into Skeppy's arms. "and you said you werent a scaredy cat, i was" Skeppy laughed. "I-shut up.." Bad flustered.Skeppy put him down and he backed up.

The orange blob danced towards him, and he was really worried. Suddenly, the blob jumped onto him and pushed him down. It laughed and bad started to smile. "whats this feeling I feeeEEEEEELL!!!!!" Bad was interupted by a vibrating feeling. He felt this tickly feeling everywhere. He looked down.

The orange blob had covered his entire body neck to shoe. He was embarrassed but couldnt hold back his laughter. "WHAHHAHAHAHAHAT IS THIHIHIHIHIS?! STAHAHAHAHAHAP!!!" Bad yelled, trying to move. Skeppy smiled and blushed at his demon friend kicked and fought.

"SKEEHEHEHEHEHEPHEHEHEHEHEEY!!! HEHEHEHEHEHEHELP MEHEHEHEHEHE!!!" He laughed. "I CAHAHAHAHAHANT DOHHOHOHOHO THHIHIHIHIHIS MUCH LONGEHEHEHEHEHER!!"! "Sorry bad, I like this." Skeppy laughed. The blob got up and slithered to his food bowl, full of candy.

Bad was out of breath. Skeppy walked over to him and held his hand out. "Thanks.." He said, panting. Skeppy walked him to the door and left. The woman came back then. "Oh! did you guys have a good time?" She asked. "Yeah" Skeppy answered. "999 tickled the shit outta muffin man over here." She laughed and bad glared at skeppy.

They walked outside and got in the car. Bad didnt talk half the ride before asking if he can play his song. "You know, I bet I could get more laughter outta you at home~" He smirked. "WHAT?! NONONONONOONONONONO PLEASEEE" He whined. Skeppy just smiled.

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An hour this took, but I feel like I made it shorter than intended.

Thanks for reading!

#lee!badboyhalo #ler!skeppy #scp 999

[hailieshapedbox]

ohhhh i just realized why i have no desire to sleep even though i in fact am getting tired🤪 my cousin was in psychosis for two weeks on coke off meds and two days ago he took a turn and directed all of his pain and anger at me n was talking shit about me saying vile things (mostly about being lesbian) till 4 am two days ago and till 6am last night. walking in the living room where i was juggling a knife and scraping it on our roomates doors, throwing n stabbing oranges around the house till he got 5250’d in the morning. i hope hes having an alright time in there he really needs help and hopefully rehab and hopefully he finally wants the change that he might not know he needs and actually does want. ya had to vent it out guys thx for reading my run on sentence, im actually tryna lead into a better, personal topic and this plays a part on it so i started there. i uh started recovery in AA 3 days ago and im so fucking happy to finally want to take my life back fully into my own hands and have the drive and ambition that i got easily with alcohol (fucking cop out). ik how this sounds to some people, i went to AA and NA for fun when i was in a grouphome at 17 bc it was another way for us to get off the campus and hangout with the other houses (they called them cottages🏡🕯️🎍☺️). so im very comfortable in that environment, it wasn’t an entirely new concept or energy to me, its been about ten years, but this is my first time coming with a severe desire to change and take back my life into my own hands. ya i had drank in highschool (fuckinn middle school too) but i dont think i ever had to drink and drink and drink till i passout and not be able to stop until im blacked out. that didnt happen till i was 23 in such a chaotic livlihood i couldnt stand any part of my reality, work, home, abusive relationship, i couldnt breathe but i could drink. to the point i was delivering weed from the dispensary drunk. it happened again over the summer for all of the same reasons but this time i had come back to my cousins house to get on my feet and ultimately ended up helping everyone else and their businesses and livlihood more than my own and i was drained out, favor not returned gang. i thought i was gonna stop drinking at the end of summer and i did a few times, a week, two a month but the binges were bad and i was in a lot of dangerous situations recently. everytime i thought i was ready, someone would give me a reason to catch a nice break from the chaos circus life, n who would say no to what sounds like bliss? the last time i drank i didnt even want to, i didnt even wanna go out shit, friend called me crying for help, by the end of the night i needed a relief drink joined got physically hurt (7 minor injuries but some are mid😭), stranded they took off w my phone and wallet in my bag, no sweater at 4am upset in a parking lot not tryna take three hour walk home. a ride from a nice lady w a sketchy guy judging me. how the fuck did it happen again, how easy couldve i prevented this. i had already reached out to a well versed friend that i need to get sober, she said she’d be around in a couple days n we would go. i told her again the next day i needed it even more now and we went that night, which she was wanting to bc she liked that specific meeting. well gang that specific meeting is always gonna be the story to the start of my meeting. i immediately got picked to lead and read through out the meeting on a little stage in front of everyone with the key speaker. as i expected haha, never heard of a lottery meeting like that. i made a home that night, i kept eveyones lottery ticket from the raffle that i picked (and the three left over), i hadnt felt so much support in years, and all at once and a whole room full of people.

i know im only three days in but ive been waiting my whole life to be here.

#disgression sorry this is so long and un organized the sleep dep is in fact hitting but i am so fucking happy for the change #exponential #im gonna start talking about my story from taking my mom and brother to alternating shelters at age 12 and the recovery that is #finally taking place #i probably wont do it here i might make a new yt or go on tiktok to talk about it face to face but tumblr is my home and this #this is where its gonna start. sleep deprived scatterbrained and all<3 #love you all #oh and always hmu if you needa talk whatever it may be<3 #hailieshapedbox #recovery #AA #NA #alcoholics anonymous #alcoholism #allergy #change #change is a process #life #love #trippy #drugs #smoke #weed #marijuana #cannabis #420 #710 #stoner #hippie #blunts

[dausy]

Well I've been daily updating twitter ofcourse. I kind of at the last moment decided I was going to do a daily doodle thing. I did this years ago, where I drew something every day for a year. I'm not doing a full illustration this time just really simple, essentially a couple lines and thats it. Just to help the creative juices flowing. I probably wont stick it out for an entire year but I keep getting myself backed up into an artistic corner and I want to back back out of it and find a new corner. Instead while I've been doing that, I've also been using it as an excuse to update the status of my current ailment.

so essentially, I had already self-diagnosed myself with the flu but I did go ahead and made an urgent care appointment on Saturday (?). I will say that I normally get a flu shot, every year, I did not get one this year. Next year I will definitely be getting one. I definitely got this from my coworkers and theres was like 3x milder than mine. My immune system was not prepared.

I did not want to physically go to urgent care because I didn't feel safe driving. I was super short of breath and I felt very drunk (because its in my ears! my ears are messed up). Also, didn't want to sit in a waiting room when sitting up sounded like a lot of effort and besides, what is urgent care going to tell me that I dont already know? viruses are treated with rest and fluids and thats it. However, I assumed my boss was going to be on top of me for some sort of a work note even though I'm not a full time employee and I dont feel like I should need one but I had agreed to work on monday and if I called in she'd probably pitch a fit. I discovered, thanks to the local spouse groups, that there was a local mobile urgent care. They came to my house! I schedule an appointment and they came out about an hour later. The most convenient thing ever. They apparently didn't take my insurance so they charged me 179$ out of pocket but I wasn't going to complain. I didn't have to go anywhere. I could track the MA on gps and they sent me his photo so I didn't "have to be scared" lmao. It was all very nice.

I had already tested myself for covid and it was negative. I was tempted to start myself on prednisone (because I practically have an entire pharmacy at home) but HR was a good 115 and adding steroid to that sounded not fun. Normally my HR runs 60s if Im calm and 80s if Im stressed. 115 with steroids on board didn't sound like fun. My 02 was dropping to 93 when I was up and walking around but it would go back up to the high 90s. This poor MA came with a laptop that virutally connected to a PA and they were like "what do you want me to do for you?" like I guess I mainly just wanted to make sure that I was safe to be at home and I have evidence I saw some sort of healthcare person as proof.

I oddly enough didn't have much of a cough until about yesterday. I was feeling short of breath and when I did cough I'd cough gunk up but mainly it just hurt to cough but it wasn't frequent at all. Now I'm coughing alot. The worst part was the hot/cold flashes. I completely drenched the bed in sweat. I've never seen that much water come off of me. I literally touched the valley of my stomach and it was a puddle. I splished my hands in it. I would alternate between uncontrollable sweating to then freezing to death. I thought I'd be over it and I washed all my linens yesterday and then last night, just sweat everywhere. Which was annoying because I felt....nagged..?..guilttripped? to go into work today by my boss. Like I was faking it..I couldnt possibly be sick that long(my coworkers recovered in 2 days)..maybe I was crazy and I wasn't sick?

so I did! I WENT TO WORK TODAY. My coworkers were actually fine. They said they were actually surprised they handled things well without me. I'm simultaneously proud of them and really aggravated that I went in. Because I really did feel terrible. I realized real fast how weak I was and my brain was not functioning. I even gave myself the easiest roll I could where I was off in a corner away from people and I was struggling. I was struggling to walk and I was struggling to stand. My partner at work let me know how bad I looked too. I apparently looked like a frail old lady. Which was nice.

So I went home. My boss is like "wait where you going?". I guess in her defense she came equipped with a bunch of throat lozenges for me but I didn't have a sore throat. I have no energy and cant breath. So I'm going home. I dont work tomorrow btw.

#healthcareworkers #imsick8( #dailydoodle #artblog

[myafterlifeisbetterthenyours]

Because it's almost Halloween, I've been playing Stardew valley and out of inspiration from episode 5 I thought of this.

Feeling that he was a bit of an AH during the whole birthday event (80% out of guilt and 20% due to the glares and tongue lashings he got from his vice leader and relatives) Male Dom imp overlord asks, actually ASKS if Striker, Blitzo, Moxxie and Collin would go with him to the arcane autumn festival in his home village to meet his family as a legitimate thank you/apology.

Dom Imp Overlord asking their S/O to there home town.

Striker

Ever since the birthday incident, you'd felt off.

Now, while he had gone directly against an order, you didn't blame the Cowboy Imp for his slip up.

He'd only been trying to do something nice.

Trying to show some affection, trying to make it special.

And... sure, he did break a rule.

And that was a major No-No in your relationship, and something he'd usually be punished for.

But he was trying to do something for you, something one should be able to do in a relationship, so you couldnt be all too mad at him.

So, waiting for an appropriate moment, you took him to the side.

And after a moments silence, you told him you'd like him to accompany you somewhere every important.

Striker knew what you looked like when you were being serious.

He also knew what you looked like when you were conflicted about something. So, he agreed, you quickly getting back to business.

It would be less then a week later that you left, you not telling him anything about it all the while.

All you'd told him was to pack warm clothes.

Much to his surprise, you didnt take a full armoured convoy. Instead sticking with a simple line of black humvees.

The serpent-cowboy-Imp was even more surprised to find you on wrath, driving down some old dirt road.

He was almost anxious, mostly due to your near total silence the entire trip.

But you did eventually pull him close, leaning against him. It was a sign of trust, a sign of vulnerability you only showed to him, the Serpentine Imp being allowed to hold you close.

Allowed to love you without worrying about your image.

It was a long ride, you spending much of it curled up with him. The Imp happy have you close.

Eventually you approached a sizable little town, it holding a simple beauty, an abundance of trees around it. Each one a beautiful orange-brown, dying leaves falling leaves painting the surrounding area an orange-brown.

You pulled into the humble town, and Striker instantly notice just how clean and pretty it was, it was almost unerving. Especially on Wrath.

And getting out he found... men. Lots of men standing about, all dressed in formal attire.

Not just the general 'clean duds', you found on ranchers when they went to pick up their sweethearts.

No. These men had a job, and based on the fire-power some of them were weilding, he could only guess what that job was.

The pieces all came together when you began walking, each Imp you passed giving you a brief nod, or shallow bow.

He knew that look.

They worked for you.

You walked through the town like you owned it. And you likely did. You had a knack for taking control of places.

You made a beeline for one of the houses.

On its balcony sat an older Imp, the man having a large white beard, a double barrel laid across his lap.

He greeted you simply, the Imp calling you by what he could only describe as a nickname meant for a child.

But instead of getting annoyed at such disrespect as you normally would. You just smiled, asking him if someone was inside.

With a very obvious yes, you went inside.

Stepping inside you turned to him.

You told him, firstly to clean his shoes, something you did often as you were meticulous on your image, and leaving dirty foot prints was a big no-no for you.

Cleaning him up, you told him simply, 'Behave, and speak only when spoken too.' A command he would ignore If it were anyone but you.

Entering a pristine living room you quickly found an older lady Imp, the woman hooked up to a breathing tank.

A rare sight for sure, as most Imps couldn't afford such medical attention, so she was clearly someone of note.

She was clearly very old, skin more then wrinkled and her hair an almost silvery white.

Walking up to her, you kneeled down and striker instantly snapped to attention when you said warmly, "Hi Mum."

The Cowboy just watched for a bit, listening as you and your mother had a little reunion, a touching heart to heart.

You pulled striker into the interaction when you waved him over, introducing him as your S/O.

Striker did his absolute best to charm your mother, paying your mother the utmost respect. The Imp keeping his composure as you stared at him, calculating eyes watching for the slightest hiccup.

But he did well, even when asked how you met, he pulled you into the conversation, allowing you to take charge. And when talking about what you did, the look you gave him was more then enough for him to be vague, telling her you were a big deal on Pride.

Your mother seemed happy at that, telling him she always knew you'd be something special.

Striker just looked at you, a knowing smile across his face, 'If you only knew' he thought.

You quickly took the old bird outside, the Imp now noticing the walkways along the road that seemed just perfect for a wheelchair.

He found the town even larger then he'd initially thought, the Imp only realising just how populated the little town was.

You quickly entered the town hall to find a flurry of movement, it was a veritable festival.

Streamers, ribbons, and great big banner that said 'Fall Festival', and it all made sense.

It was a seasonal festival.

And given how casual and routine it seemed for you, you likely attended every year.

The next few hours were spent wheeling your mother about, chatting with Imps that seemed to know you, Striker being his charming self when introduced.

After you did the rounds, and set your mother by her friends, the older ladies all fawning over you and Striker.

Eventually you went to the side, you holding Striker as you stared at the happy gathering.

As you did, you explained that when you were young, this festival had been the only real fun your town ever had.

Your home used to be a thriving town but had steadily declined, turning from the beautiful place your mother grew up, into a veritable ghost town.

So when you rose to power, one of the first thing you did was come back here and rebuild the place from the ground up.

Just how your mother remembered it.

And so, every year you held the festival, for your mother, she deserved to relive the beauty of her youth.

After this exposition, you had him follow you, you quickly walking to the edge of town where the old Imp from before was waiting, a small bouquet of flowers.

Taking the flowers, thanked him entering the graveyard.

Striker quickly removed his hat, following after you faithfully.

You came across 5 small graves, only two of them having a name.

"My brothers and sisters." You told him somberly.

There was a long pause, Realisation feeling like a stab to the heart. He apologised, placing a hand on your shoulder.

You kneeled down, an act you rarely did, and placed a flower on each of them.

You stood up, retreaving your flask, making a sombre toast before taking a long swig.

Striker knew what that meant.

That meant you didn't want to talk about it.

So, coming up besides you, he pulled you close, kissing you cheek as he gently thanked you. Thanking you for letting him in like this, he knew it couldn't be easy.

Holding his hand, you just shared a sombre, but tender moment, the two of you sharing it for a while longer before you turned, leaving the graveyard.

The rest of the festival was rather pleasant.

You didn't get involved for the most part, just watching the festivities, spending some time with your mother and such.

The festival spanned 3 days, you showing striker about during the mornings, telling him about your childhood and just spending time with him.

And while normally, you wouldnt join the festivities. By the end you usually would get a little involved, you and Striker partaking in some of the festival games.

By the end of the three days, you gave your mother all of your love before you left.

Getting into the car, you pulled him close, giving him a deep kiss, breaking it and telling him you loved him.

Striker just smiled, telling you warmly, 'I know.'

Blitzø

Your relationship had effectively returned to normal since the 'Birthday Incident', as you liked to called it.

But since then, every time you saw the gift he'd left for you, it would leave a bad taste in your mouth.

Yes he had broken the rules, but only because you hadn't told him the truth. It was a murky situation.

So, you decided to do something about it.

After dinner, you took him to the side, telling him you were going somewhere important and wanted you him to come with you.

Of course, he agreed without a moments hesitation, asking where you were going. An answer you left vague at best.

The two of you did little preparation, as most of it was already done by the help. And with that, the two of you loaded into the cars, and went on the road.

You always kept Blitzø entertained with something or other, usually a film played on one of the cars little TV'S.

Spirit was his favourite, but anything with horses tended to work.

It was a timely trip, the cars pulling into a humble, yet abnormally clean little town on Wrath. Blitzø couldn't help but feel like the whole place didn't belong on Wrath. Or Hell for that matter.

The armed Imps walking about were a surprise, each of them giving you a familiar nod. The Imp quickly figuring out they all worked for you.

You quickly approached a particularly well tended house, an old Imp holding a shotgun rocking on the front porch.

You and the old timer had some back and forth, Blitzø jaw hitting the floor when he called you by your childhood nickname, something you didn't even let him call you.

And he was even more surprised when you just smiled, rolling your eyes.

He didn't say anything as you went inside, the Imp already making sure he was clean and tidy, wiping his feet.

But you still checked him regardless, telling him to watch what he said. And telling him in that, 'Don't fuck it up' tone you used quite a lot with him.

So, turning about, you entered a pleasant little room where He found a little old lady, sitting in a wheelchair, air tube across her nose.

He almost had a heart attack when you called her mum. Barely keeping it together when you introduced him as your S/O.

He was shaky at first, but after taking a moment to compose himself, he was back to his usual charming self, eagerly chatting with your mother.

You seemed to watch him with almost loving eyes, it actiuall taking him a few moments to realise what the look was, as seeing you so openly loving was a rare sight.

Eventually you left the quaint little house, wheeling your mother down the beautifully cleaned streets.

A rare sight on any ring of Hell.

Heading to the Town Hall, you found a great big festival going on, Blitzø quickly getting excited.

Blitzø got right into the festival, he even found himself a cowboy hat.

And of course, you stuck to the sidelines, although as much as you resisted, the Imp would manage to pull you into the festivities, Blitzø never knew you could dance like that.

You danced, ate, shot targets games. They even had a pony.

Needless to say, Blitzø almost had a fit.

Eventually, as it was getting dark, you led him away from the festivities, telling him it was important. And you didn't say something was important, unless it really was important.

You took him to a little hill out of town, the old timer from before waiting in front of the small graveyard, bouquet in hand.

Taking the flowers you exchanged a silent nod, entering the graveyard like it were a unholy sight.

He followed you until you reached the 5 child graves, you telling him they were your siblings.

You told him the town used to thrive when you were young, but like everything in Hell, it went rotten.

The town went to Hell, disease and famine ravage the populous.

All the while your mother did her best to care for you even as you lost your siblings.

You stood there in silence for a long while after telling him that. Blitzø completely unsure of what to do.

You were the dominant partner. You always knew what to do, what to say. He wasn't used to having to think for himself.

So he did the only thing he could.

He hugged you, telling you he was so sorry.

The two of you just stood there, wrapped in each others arms. You leaning on him, literally and figuratively, this being the first time in your relationship that he had to be the stronger partner.

But after a few moments you pulled back, seeming to be back toy your normal self.

Placing a flower on each grave, you curled your hand into his, something you only did during the more intimate moments of your relationship.

You didn't go back to the festival until much later that night, the two of you curling up on the Graveyards fence, sharing your flask as you pointed out each place of note, telling him some of the more joyful moments of your childhood. Telling him what life was like when you were young.

You and Blitzø spent lots of time about town, often with your Mother. Blitzø and the old bird seeming to get along quite nicely, having a similar crass nature, although for very different reasons.

But eventually you had to get back.

So, telling your mother a heart felt goodbye, you and Blitzø did the rounds one last time, visiting the notable parts of your home town.

Of course, letting Blitzø visit the Pony one more time.

Loading up the cars, Blitzø climbing in, finding you hesitating, looking back at the town you'd rebuilt.

Calling out to you, you turned to him, a gentle smile crossed your lips. Seeing him, well, it made it so much easier then times before.

You drove away from the town, Blitzø assuring you, you'd be back, and in mean time, you had him.

The two of you curled up, your relationship feeling stronger then ever.

Moxxie

Moxxie was still somewhat anxious around you.

While you'd effectively assure him you weren't mad about the incident. He still felt awful for having disobeyed you like that and constantly felt anxious around you.

He was a good boy and always had been. And it was easy with you, the Imp felt right obeying you. It felt right.

And the Imp was desperate to get that feeling back. Getting back to normality.

So, when you approached him, telling him you were going to be taking a trip and wanted him to accompany you, he jumped at the chance, hoping for things to go back to normal.

The trip was quick, the Imp curling up to you and was quite happy when you pulled him close, holding him for the rest of the trip.

He was shaken awake, realising he must have fallen asleep curled up with you. Not at all a rare event.

He found himself in a beautiful little town, and walking through it, he quickly found many of the Imps had a familiar look.

They all worked for you.

That wasn't surprising.

What was surprising was when an old timer called you your childhood nickname, something he only knew because you told him as much during one of his breakdowns.

He'd had many of them in the earlier days, Moxxie had a lot of doubts and issues you had to tear down in order to build him back up better.

But you'd just smiled, having a short back and forth before heading inside, the Imp racing after you.

Moxxie quickly cleaned his feet, removing his coat before you checked him over, making sure he was presentable.

Giving him a little smile you took his hand in your own and lead him into a delightful, spacious living room.

Releasing his hand, you walked over to a little old lady in a wheelchair, a breathing tube visible across her upper lip.

He almost had a heart attack when you called her mum, the little him anxiously standing at attention, this being the last thing he had expected.

He felt a warmth bloom in his chest when you introduced him as your S/O, the Imp anxiously introducing himself again. Your Mother fawned over the little Imp, Moxxie blushing when she called him adorable.

You spent a little time together, catching up before you left the house, pushing your mother down the street.

Moxxie found the town a delight, amazed at the gathering at the town Hall, it was all so lively. So fun.

And even more amazing was to see how casually people treated you, particularly the older Imps, hugging you and such, using your childhood nickname like it were normal.

It was uncanny for him.

The two of you spent the next few hours at the festival. And although you stayed close, you allowed him to have his fun, winning him a humble cowboy hat, one he wore for the rest of the festival.

He even got to play guitar for a little, the whole town loving his abilities, which made him break into an adorably timid blush.

And as much fun as you were having, when it began to get dark, you quietly led him to a graveyard, the older Imp waiting outside.

You came to a set of graves, each of them too small to be an adult.

"My brothers and sisters... none of them made it past 10... I was the only one to make it." You told him somberly, placing a flower on each of them.

Standing back up you said nothing, staring as you did when you had nothing to say.

Moxxie, perpetually the tongue tied was alittle emotional, coming up and hugging you, surprised when you picked him up, holding him to your chest as you had a rare moment of emotion.

The Imp just curled up to you, an odd sense of gratitude to you for letting him be there for you.

The next few day went by fast, you had some more fun at the festival before work called you back.

Sitting in your car, the little thespian felt your connection to be even stronger then before, a newfound intimacy bubbling between you and the Imp feeling he was still a good boy.

Collin

The birthday incident was the only hiccup your relationship had ever had, although you'd hardly call it a hiccup.

Regardless, the little sheep was quite happy it hadn't affected your relationship. The fallen Angel still your beloved pet.

And one day, not too long after the incident, you told him simply you would be going for a trip together, the sheep happily agreeing.

It was a surprisingly short trip for the sheep, although the world always seemed to move faster when he was curled up on your lap, your running your hands down his back, the sheep likely drifting in and out of conciousness.

He found himself in an beautiful little town, you carrying him down beautifully paved street with perfectly groomed lawns.

His musings Eventually led you to enter a humble home, passing a rather scary old Imp with a shotgun before you brought him into a beautiful little home.

Placing him down, you cleaned your feet then checked him over, making sure he was well groomed.

He was quite surprised however, when you introduced him to your Mother, your Mother being an older lady, clearly on canisters air.

She utterly fawned over him, the Sheep meekly enjoying the praise and attention your mother was giving him.

You all travelled to the town hall together, the sheep curled up in your Mother's lap as you walked down the increadibly clean and tidy streets.

The town hall was amassed with activity, the sheep quickly caught up in the festivities.

And while he certainly had fun, he noticed you were sat off to the side, seemingly content with watching.

So the sheep quickly scampering off to you, curling up into your lap. Always wanting to be with you whenever he could.

Eventually, when it was getting dark, you took him to the side, gently leading him away from the town Hall.

You didn't speak, something he quickly found to be an indicator he should follow your example.

You led him to a graveyard, the scary old Imp from before waiting for you, a small bouquet in hand.

Taking them, you led him into the graveyard, quickly leading him to a set of graveyards.

You sat down, pulling him onto your lap before telling him, "These were my siblings... they didn't make it. It was difficult, seeing them suffer, before dying like that."

"That's why I do this festival. Even when we were ravaged by famines and plagues, this was the only thing that kept us going."

"This was my home. Where I grew up and The first major project I carried out. Well, other then taking Imp City that is." You told him, your mood seeming to lighted for just a moment. "My mother suffered for me, so the least I can do is give her a place she can live in peace."

Collin became quite emotional, unable to speak, so instead choosing to just curl up against you, tearfully thanking you for trusting him with this. You just holding the sheep close.

You just smiled, not an unusual sight, but the sheep always loved your smile. It meant there was something good in the world.

The next few days were a pleasant break for both of you, the sheep never having seen you in 'relaxation mode' for more then a few hours at a time.

And all the while, you had your little fallen angel close, making sure you knew exactly how much you loved him. Something the little lamb couldn't help but find all too intoxicating.

#helluva boss #headcanon #helluva boss headcanon #x reader #helluva boss x reader #striker x reader #helluva boss striker #helluva striker #striker #helluva blitzo #helluva boss blitzo #blitzo #blitzo x reader #moxxie x reader #moxxie #helluva boss moxxie #helluva moxxie #helluva collin #collin x reader #helluva boss collin #collin #male reader but not male reader

[cigtray]

BEATINGS, BRUISES AND LAUGHTER

Pairing: JJ x Reader

In which: Nobody can successfully calm JJ down the night he freaks out. Everybody slept in a chateau with a friend that screamed all night and wouldn’t let anybody touch him. Till on the porch when the pogues hear him laughing.

Category: Angst (¿) but also Flufffy

Warnings: cursing, a lil kiss, typos

You couldn’t have known, how would you have known? There wasn’t any way for you to have known that this wouldn’t be another lovely day of messing around on the S.S. Pogue.

You had worked at the ship wreck the night before, taking orders and almost spilling trays of waters. So there was no way to know what you missed…

“Who the fuck does he think he is?! As if I’d ever willingly do anything for him?! In exchange for what?! Huh?! Bruises? Hell no! To hell with him!” It had been an hour and a half since JJ had practically crumbled in front of his friends, and absolutely refused to let any of them try to even remotely help him. He rambled; he talked about how it hurt, the things he craved, he talked about wanting a home of his own, of wanting a father, he talked about beatings and about pain. He talked about his abuse.

While all his friends wanting to hold him, to silently talk to him in their softest voices he refused, exclaiming “this is why I can’t say anything! Look at you all! Pitying me!” It had gone on, and on, and on. This was only the start at nine p.m.

At 11 p.m. the clattering of things could be heard along with the screams of JJ and John B., who had resorted to helping his friends in the fashion of wrecking things.

CRASH

There went a plate.

BAM

A skillet hit the floor.

“FUCK YOU DAD FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! I HATE YOUR GUTS!”

Down went a delicate China teacup.

At 12 a.m. You would see Pope comforting JJ by silently driving him around in the boat, letting JJ sit to the side and dangle his feet off the boat with a blunt in hand.

At 1 a.m. you’d see Kiara try to softly place a hand on JJ and say “hey, why don’t we-“ but he’d only jerk himself away and say “I don’t wanna fucking talk about it Kie.” And silently walk away from her.

And by 3 a.m. you’d find JJ crying while the others slept.

By 10 a.m. in the morning? You’d find (y/n) and JJ on the porch. At least that’s what the others found.

“Hey J!” You laughed excitedly as you moved a little faster to reach the blond. “Hey there (y/n)” he said softly “bit early for you huh? Rough night?” You slowed your walk as you neared him, looking at the tired look that seemed to make itself at home on his face. “Maybe.”

“A maybe is never quite a good thing with you Maybank.” You told him, raising an eyebrow while coming to sit next to him. “And why would you say that, milady?” He asked, silently thanking you for not prodding at him. Hed tell you, just not yet. He needed a little bit more of a peaceful mind before he could relay all that had happened. And you’d worry, he knew you’d worry. “You remember when you made me fruit loops? And I asked you if the milk had expired? After I ate an entire bowl? And you told me maybe?” JJ snorted at this, “you threw up like three times” “yeah and you and John B just laughed at me.”

JJ wrapped an arm around you simply sighing before saying “do you want to smoke with me?” You tilted your head up to look at him, he really did look tired. And you’d be a fool not to notice the tears streaks that had been left there, or maybe you just knew them all too well. You did spend a lot of time staring at him. “Are you trying to get me high so I’ll eat expired stuff again?” You asked with a sharpening of your eyes and a small smile “I would never in my life EVER do that to you, princess” he proclaimed. “Then I guess, maybe I’ll smoke with you.” You told him “Maybe is never a good answer coming from you” he remarked.

One blunt later

“No way grasshoppers are like that?!” You shouted, “uh yeah they can fly, (y/n)” JJ couldn’t help but laugh, you were such a lightweight, anytime you got high he knew you were in a whole new dimension. “(Y/n), what do you think about… spaghetti?” He watched as your eyes glazed over with a faraway look “oh god, spaghetti… JJ make me spaghetti” you all of a sudden looked very determined “hell no! I’m comfortable!” JJ sighed dramatically as he flopped himself over onto your lap. “No! No! I want spaghetti!” You cried as you wedged your small fingers into his sides and tried to pry him from you.

JJ couldnt stop laughing. Not only were you unintentionally tickling him but you were also so determined to get him off you for the chance of spaghetti that you were scrunching your entire face. “Good lord- (y/n)- stop- you- you look like- the grinch” he gasped between breathes. “I do no-!”

“JJ?” A very not awake John B stumbled to where the two of you sat. “Are you good bro?” JJ glanced between the two of you and saying “yeah, I’m good now dude.” And simply turned, completely ruining any work you had done of getting him off you, as he cuddled into you once again. “J, I think we should take a nap instead of getting spaghetti. Lets eat spaghetti in our dreams, okay?” You sighed as you brought your hands to his hair “oka-“ “you know your hair reminds me of spaghetti…” JJ was quick to pull back a bit “don’t get any ideas here (y/n)…” he watched as you smiled “maybe just a little, bite, you know?” And you were lurching forward while he lurched back, simply dumping you both to the ground. When you landed with a thunk John B must have decided JJ was really okay because he receded back into the chateau.

“Just one bite okay?” You said lowly as you leaned in, softly closing the distance between your lips. JJ in that moment tasted like salt, maybe some kind of peppermint and just a smidge of weed, but god if you didn’t love it. He gently hummed into the kiss, bringing a hand to your hip as he propped himself up on one arm. It felt like you could stay there forever, with him, with his warmth.

“(Y/n)?” JJ asked as you pulled away, already focusing your intoxicated sight on his lips. “Thank you for the laughs.” He smiled before reaching a hand up to bring you back down to him.

#jj one shot #jj imagine #jj obx #jj mayback x reader #jj maybank #obx x reader #obx #obx jj #obx fanfiction #obx fic #jj maybank obx #one shot #fan fic #fanfiction #x reader #reader insert

[heyitsyn]

MANAGER!SEIJOH AU

a/n: this is kind of an au like what if you were

for more seijoh content, check this masterlist out!

anon:

- 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 i would like to request a seijoh!manager reader who’s a first year and is siblings with ushi and the team’s reaction to finding out that she was supposed to go to shiratorizawa with ushi and their reaction with her getting along with the shiratorizawa volleyball team and maybe the manager is a small cute soft little energetic ball of sunshine 🥺🥺 also hewwo, hope youre doing well! ☺️ -🎷🐛

- Ir seijoh manager series is so gooood. Can we get something where by some weird reason yn-chan is close to ushijima and tendou and the seijoh boys dont know about it and how they'd react to her being so affectionate w them ahahwindkdn

EVERYONE SHUT UP AND LOOK AT HOW FREAKING PRETTY TENDOU IS LIKE AKLFDJLASKFJDLSKFJDSFLKD

okayokayokay

so this is a what if thing

like what if ushijima was your older brother

SLKFDJADFLIJSDKLDF I CAN ALREADY IMAGINE OIKAWA SCREAMING

you didnt exactly have the best relationship with your mom

you remember when you were younger that she used to yell at your brother for using his left hand and you got angry a lot because you were fiercely protective of your brother

this caused her to yell at you too for being nosy and being involved in something you shouldnt be in

duh we know that ushi’s dad takashi actually supported him for this and protected him too and you were also a papa’s girl so you always ran to him

he understood you both better and while your mother worked, he was at home taking care of you two

then when they mentioned wanting to separate, you were very sad but somewhat relieved

mostly because you hated hearing your parents arguing and you felt bad for your brother as he constantly did whatever to get you out of the house

thats what brought on your love for volleyball

you werent exactly the best player but you were interested in it and often watched matches with him

but you also liked volleyball because your brother liked it

you liked whatever your brother liked

he adored you too and he was a boy who didnt talk much due to your mother but he was always a talker with you

especially when you couldnt sleep, he would sneak you out of your room and you both would run to the kitchen and eat ice cream

even with just a 2 year age difference, he looked as if he was older than you due to his massive height

‘just wait nii-chan! i will drink enough milk to reach your height!’

*insert lenny face*

AKLDJFSLDKFJDF I HATE MYSELF

CAN I PLEASE DIE

however

when they divorced, you thought your father would take both you and ushi

like the lady at the court even asked you where you wanted to go and not a breath of hesitation you chose your father

you weren’t very concerned because you knew your brother was going to choose your dad as you both were closer to him

so imagine your surprise when he said he didnt care and naturally, the mother would get the child

lowkey you felt hella betrayed and when your dad whisked you away overseas, there was this grudge you held against toshi

yall youre like 5

i would be hella mad too if my brother chose the person who yells at him all the time

in california, your father made sure you still remembered your brother and you tried to detach from the japanese lifestyle to your new one but you just couldnt

maybe around 6 years you were already fed up with the hot california heat and you wanted to go back to japan to see toshi again

you got over that grudge years ago but your mother refused to have any contact or anything to do with your father and so that included you too

she refused to let you both video chat and any type of connection

your dad obviously noticed your sad expressions and your obvious longing to go back to your brother again and so he arranged something

you shut the door gently before taking off your shoes by the doorway

the large house was often quiet except for the constant typing of a keyboard in your father’s study

‘tadaima’

you meekly mumbled but his sense of hearing never wavered so he heard your voice

‘oh? y/n?’

his voice echoed through the hallways and you heard his chair squeak as it was moved back so he could stand

your sock-cladded feet padded against the hard wood floor and you walked towards his study where indeed he was standing there

your father has definitely aged yet his job as a coach made him as fit as he was decades ago

as much as it disgusted you, you could tell what your friends meant when they said your dad was good-looking

they actually said your dad was hot but you refuse to acknowledge that

you and your friends are like 12 tf

you closed the door and sat down on the loveseat at the corner of the room as it was your designated spot

‘hey, papa’

you greeted with a smile and he gave you the same grin

‘i ordered f/f (favorite food) for dinner tonight so try and listen for the bell to ring, okay?’

you nodded

there was bit of small talk and you asked about his team while he asked about school and you both arranged to hang out over the weekend at some ice cream shop

the conversation dragged on until you heard the doorbell and you ran to the door to answer the delivery man

your dad put out the plates on the table and you excitedly dug in

‘also, you remember your grandmother? and her terrible back?’

oh god of course you did

they lived about 30 minutes away from your house in japan and she constantly worried your father bc the woman was approaching 90 and was still picking peppers!

with old coach ukai

‘what did she do now?’

your father chuckled at the exasperation in your voice

‘she misses you. says something about the family’s princess needing to go back to her country or something’

there was a smile in your face

your grandmother was your favorite and she always said you were the princess

she hated your mother because of how insensitive she was so she only acknowledged you as the only other female in the family

obviously your brother was also liked but there was just a special bond between you and your grandmother

‘so when are we going back?’

you asked and it was clear that you were excited at the thought of going back to japan as you havent been back since you moved due to your father’s busy job and your school

takashi swallowed his food before revealing the news

‘actually, if you want, you could finish your schooling there. but only until college first though because your old man needs you over here too’

nah bro you didnt even care about the last part

literally your fork fell to the table and you shrieked 

‘WHAT?! SERIOUSLY?!’

and thus brought you back to japan

you stayed with your grandmother on your dad’s side and you quickly got accustomed back to japan life

OH

your BROTHER!

okay

so waka-chan def heard you coming back

your mother was grumbling about it the other day and he was sure he heard your name in there

‘sdkfjkdslfjdkslfj y/n dkfjlsdkfjldkf’

LMAO THATS ME TRYING TO SAY THAT WAKA COULDNT UNDERSTAND WHAT SHE SAID SINCE SHE WAS MUMBLING SHE WASNT KEYBOARD SMASHING LMAO

there was a mutual giddiness in there too and he was excited to see you again after many years without contact

however

there was a bit of fear in there that thought back to when you were younger and his choice of not really having a specific parent despite your pleads to stay together with him

but he was going to make sure your bond was still intact!

he would do anything in his power to do so!

when you arrived

your dad accompanied you back to japan and you both were walking out to the exit of the airport when you saw your grandmother excitedly waving a sign around

in bold sparkly letters, it said ‘USHIJIMA’

okay wait i love grandma usui 

you quickly ran over to her and she grasped you into her arms

‘nana’

you sobbed and she hugged you tightly

‘im so happy youre back home’

your father shook hands with the friend she brought to help drive you guys back home

old man ukai was basically the chauffeur but hes really good friends with your nana so it was okay

the entire ride you guys basically caught up with each other and you couldnt help but laugh whenever your dad would go on a rant about your grandma being too reckless and your nana defending herself

‘oh stop it, takashi. i was only given one life and if it’s over, it’s over. for now, ill live it how i see fit!’

your old family home was exactly as you remember it but you didnt expect the 6′2 boy in the living room

‘nii-chan’

you meekly whispered and he let out a soft smile before opening his big arms

you ran into them and he held you tightly

‘i missed you. so much’

he whispered and you nodded 

it was def such a nice thing to have your brother again

oooo your dad been knew that you would be sticking to waka like you did when you were itty bitty young

so when you practically begged waka to stay at your nana’s house the entire summer, he couldnt refuse you

duh your mom went to see you but you just quietly sat there and smiled at her

polite but distant

due to being around waka so much, you naturally went to his volleyball practices and their training camp

there

you met his friends and you guys quickly got acquainted especially with tendo bc he was just so fun

and he was your brother’s boyfriend best friend

the others were still kinda distant with you ahem ahem im looking at you shirabu

but they were mostly amazed at how powerful the genetics played in your appearances because wowza you were beautiful

lmao dont let waka hear them say that bc they would be benched all season in a single snap

during training camp, you usually sat at the sides or you would be their stand-in manager

goshiki absolutely LOVES you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

GOSHIKI MY SON MY BABY

him and you were the same age so there was an easier way of being friends and your energies just matched so well

he would run up to you whenever he got a play right and you would ruffle his hair affectionately

LADKSJFLDSKFS FLASHBACK TO TENDO!SISTER X GOSHIKI

‘y/n-chan!’

‘y/n-chan!’

‘y/n-chan!’

hell even ushi was getting annoyed at goshiki’s constant need for you

tendo would steal you away and he would be giggling to you about how adorable you were and you just giggled along bc wow this beautiful man is really talking to me right now

ALKSDJFLKSF CAN YOU TELL IM ALSO A TENDOODOO SIMP?

‘cmere, y/n-chan. i taught toshi this the other day and he was very impressed and wanted me to do it again. okay so it goes in a rhyme, ya ready?’

you nodded along and he shot you a close-eyed smile before starting to draw on the dirt with a stick

‘there once was a man with-’

lets just say

you were definitely your brother’s sister

sometimes though

you would try and go towards the calmer players to get away from the rowdiness from baby daddy tendo and baby goshiki

you would find them at the gym just doing drills and at the sight of you, they would turn red but continue playing

they didnt really mind seeing you there bc youve always been such a positive energy and cheered them on which gave them strength

‘NICE ONE OHIRA-SAN!’

‘WAHHH SO COOL YAMAYAMA-SAN!’

you were like a cute ball of serotonin >o<

‘wah, of course its expected for you guys to be the top in the prefecture. youre like,,,,, silent but deadly~!’

duh a compliment from a girl?

dead

shirabu’s bangs would get in the way of his vision sometimes yall i will never stop making fun of that ridiculously adorable haircut so you would use a clip and tuck it away for him

this big babie is so awkward that he turns red when you whisper in his ear that you were done

semisemi baby and you got along bc you guys had a similar taste in music and because you lived in california, he was fascinated that you were in the music capital of america

‘did you see celebrities down the street?’

he asked you excitedly one day during lunch

you stopped then smiled softly

‘semisemi-kun, i didnt live at that part of california’

nah to him, america is just filled with celebrities

OH DEAR BABY BOY KAWANISHI

taichi is a generally quiet guy

like you thought he was actually selectively mute when you first met him

but you gradually got him to talk and you would help him whenever he would want to practice

usually it was during the ungodly hours of the morning

you woke up and went to grab a drink from the common room but you noticed his large build exiting the door so you followed him into the gym

‘kawanishi-san?’

you called out and felt guilty when he jumped 

‘oh, hey’

he aknowledged

‘wha-’

you stopped to yawn causing your eyes to close making you miss the brief second of softness that flashed in his eyes

‘what are you doing?’

you tiredly asked

taichi dusted off his trackpants after kneeling down to rummage through his bag and you couldnt help but gawk at his height

‘im training early’

he answered

‘why? is it because you want to keep up with the others?’

you mumbled and he was surprised for a second but reverted back to his stoic expression

‘i have to make sure i am able to reach my seniors level for next year’

taichi turned away to grab a stray ball and you moved to go to the storage room for the ball cart

‘oi, what are you doing? go back to bed’

he said from the other side of the gym but you just looked back at him with a tired grin

‘meh, i want to spend time with you, senpai’

you reasoned

he shook his head before walking over to you then ruffled your hair

‘no wonder youre so tiny. you dont sleep enough and let your body grow’

yep that was the closest youve gotten to taichi joking with you

usually, hes training and when hes in the zone, nothing else has his attention but the ball

maybe thats why the others ahem goshiki has said that he was very scary

his game face was practically a mean face

basically you spent the entire training camp with them and then soon, you were going back to school

duh everyone hmm maybe not shirabu bc he most definitely read the school book of rules thought you would be going to shiratorizawa with them 

but you broke the news to them one afternoon and imagine the tears from both tendo and goshiki

‘WHHYYYY!!!!’

‘NOOO!!!!!’

‘why can’t you?’

semi asked and you were about to answer when shirabu beat you to it

‘the school doesnt allow late transfers’

oh right

the american school system was set in a different schedule than a japanese school system

it was considered the summer for them yet school already started a few months ago

since shiratorizawa was a very academically and physically prestigious school, they refused anyone who would potentially be late or behind their curriculum

‘so where ya headed to then, chibi?’

tendou pouted and you leaned against his arm

‘hmm some school named aoba johsai? i dont know its near my grannie’s so that’s all that mattered’

oh dear

USHIJIMA NO Y/N WILL NOT ASK TOORU TO GO TO SHIRATORIZAWA

they consider seijoh a rival bc theyve played against them practically in every prefecture tournament and they were worried for that infamous setter

‘ne, y/n-chan, promise us that you won’t be swept away by them! especially a guy named oikawa tooru!’

uhhh

well

tendou’s warning was kinda ignored bc you ended up being seijoh’s manager

hehe

surprise?

but they weren’t really really shocked tho bc they knew you liked volleyball so you would naturally be in the volleyball team

even as a manager

meanwhile in seijohhh

OooOOOoOoOooooo sEiJOOhHHHH~~~~~~

okay so you were actually registered under your father’s last name usui rather than the ushijima last name

therefore you werent exactly immediately known as HEY! USHIJIMA’S SISTER!

you still became the manager the way you did as mentioned in part 1 

and you still are their adorable baby manager

you were aware of their oikawa’s hatred for wakawaka so you try not to talk about him even though youre literally the closest person to him

was it traitorous? 

maybe

but you actually even help them when they practice

duh the boys are like eyebrow raise emoji 

‘wow youre really into volleyball, huh, manager-chan?’

matsukawa commented and you just smiled

‘hmm, my family likes it so ive picked up a thing or two’

LMAO

little do they know your brother is literally the best volleyball player around and is a member of the under 19 team and your father is a volleyball coach in america and would someday be someone iwaizumi hajime (19) would apprentice under

there was a lot of times you thought you would slip up like your home screen was of you and waka but youve been careful to cover it up

BUT

you cant always be sneaky

it was during the first day of the tournament and you were filling up their water bottles I SWEAR WHY IS MANAGER-CHAN ALWAYS FILLING UP WATER BOTTLES when you found a familiar bunch of boys at the end of the hallway just chatting

you havent seen tendou and the boys in so long so you placed the bottles down and rushed over there so quickly

‘TOMUTOMU!’

you shouted and the oddly-haired boy turned and he gasped before grabbing you into a large hug

this grabbed tendou’s attention and he cheered then hugged you too

your giggles and happy cheers were so infectous and they just absolutely missed you so much 

these tall boys were at a advantage so someone scooped you up and you were just affectionately being talked to and hugged and LKDSJFSLDFJ SO LUCKY SO LOVED

meanwhile

the plant babies were wondering where the heck you went to 

‘y/n-chan?! where is she?!’

oikawa panicked quickly while iwaizumi hit him to shut up

‘be quiet! you won’t find her if you’re too busy freaking out!’

‘ill find her’

matsukawa volunteered and they nodded, feeling at ease of him being capable to find you if you were in trouble

but when he returned empty-handed and with large eyes, they knew something was up

they ran behind mattsun to stop and copy his shocked expression at the sight in front of them

is that

you?

with

shi

ra

to

ri

za

wa

oh my god

‘y/n-chan!’

oikawa shouted, being the first to speak

you jumped and your own eyes widened

‘oh. oh no’

you mumbled

the others were so stunned and seijoh itself was so hard to make speechless but they were just shocked

period

‘what is happening’

iwaizumi mumbled

yea the others were just shocked period

‘hey guys’

you waved and you motioned them closer

‘uhh,,, well,,, um they are my friends’

you smiled uneasily and they could see that

‘aaand?’

oikawa signalled you to say everything bc he knew it wasnt the whole story

you sighed

‘ushi,,, jima is my brother’

you mumbled the last part

but they heard you

‘HAH?!’

you cringed and the shira boys were about to move to protect you but they saw you glare at them

‘what? what about it? hes my brother? and?’

you babbled

‘but,, why are you,, in seijoh? dont get me wrong! its just,, youd naturally go to shiratorizawa right?’

mattsun waved his hands around and asked the question thats bugging the team

‘i came to the country late’

‘THE COUNTRY?!’

well,,

turns out you havent exactly told them everything about you yet :/

even when youve cleared the air and introduced waka as your brother, seijoh still didnt say anything

they were stuck in this shocked and surprised moment even at the end of the day and when you went straight to the shiratorizawa team,

they watched with wide eyes as you laughed with goshiki and was jumping around with tendou

‘AH! TOMU! MY HAIR!’

‘TORI-SAN! SATORI-SAN! TAKE THAT!’

wow you were actually really beautiful when youre happy

‘i dont think ive seen her this happy with this much energy’

makki said and they nodded

it was true

you were usually calm and collected and was the perfect balance to this chaotic team

so seeing you so free and loose with them was so refreshing, even if it was with damn ushiwaka

you finally went back to the seijoh boys and they all sent glares to the violet team before sending you a smile

‘you ready to go, manager-chan?’

watari ruffled your hair before handing you your bag to start walking to the bus

‘yea. lets go home’

as you all walked, oikawa was already starting his tantrum

‘y/n-chan~! why aren’t you that happy around us? are we not enough for you?’

oikawa whined and pouted

but you just turned to smiled at him and stopped walking to pat his head

‘im not their manager, therefore im not pressured to act like anyone except as a friend and a spectator. but i try to be as professional as i can with you guys to make sure you dont appear bad to others. and you guys are perfectly chaotic enough, adding me into the mix will just about kill coach’

oikawa didnt seem satisfied though

‘but! thats not fair! they get to see you smile and i dont!’

iwaizumi growled at him to be quiet but you beat him to it

well

you smiled at tooru but your eyes shone maliciously

‘i knew you would act like this, oikawa-san. as punishment, i gave nii-chan your phone number. good luck avoiding him now’

oikawa screamed

a/n: AAWWWWW LETS NOT KILL COACH IRIHATA OKAY? HES LIKE OUR GRANPAPA AND PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE LEAVE OIKAWA ALONE WAKAWAKA-KUN!

#haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu!! imagines #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu!! headcanons #aoba johsai #aoba johsai x reader #aoba josai x reader #aoba josai #seijoh #aoba johsai imagines #aoba josai imagines #seijoh imagines #seijoh manager #haikyuu manager #haikyuu!! manager #aoba johsai manager #aoba josai manager #seijoh x reader #aoba johsai headcanons #aoba josai headcanons #seijoh headcanons #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu!! fluff #aoba johsai fluff #seijoh fluff #aoba josai fluff

[mtfstuff]

Detective Mark

It was largely a standard mission. To infiltrate and arrest criminals and drug dealers. Not a big thing.

The problem is that they've managed to get their hands on one of those body possession machines. Thats how they managed to get out of prison. According to the latest report, they have taken teenagers in possession. After that mission everything changed, but let me tell you about it from the start.

I was making myself something to eat as my boss walked in to talk to me.

"I got a new mission for you, Mark. Top secret, if you agree to do it.", he said.

"I'm listening. What should I do?", I answered.

"Criminals escaped the prison. Kenny Miller and Dan Schwarz. You know them?"

"Of course. I was the one who brought them behind bars. How did they escape?"

"Body possession. They got two guards which we later found unconscious 2 miles next to the prison."

"And my mission is to arrest them?"

"Roughly, yes. According to our latest reports they've managed to possess bodies of teenagers on a high school to start selling drugs again."

Now I knew what he wanted.

"I wont do that. You know I'm not into that.", I said.

"Top secret,  remember Mark. You're in.", he answered with a grin.

I let out a deep breath.

"Who will I take over?", I asked.

"The adoptive son of my dead sister.  He goes to the same school and was friends with the possessed victims. He is ready, so if you could follow me."

My boss walks away and I follow him through a door into the next room. The machine took almost the entire space of the room and by the looks of it, it was ready to use.

In front of it was a young guy, probably my new body. He turns around to reveal his thick glasses. He has to be almost blind without them, I thought.

"Hi, I'm Eric.", he said reaching forward to shake my hand. I felt how he checked me out. How he glanced at my arms, my beard and my boots.

I shook his hand.

"I'm Mark. I'll be the one you're swapping bodies with.", I said.

I saw how his eyes lightened up until my boss started talking.

"Not really.", he said. "As Mark needs your knowledge about the school Eric, we'll place his consciousness over yours."

"So we'll be two guys in one body?", I asked.

"Correct.", he answered.

Eric and I sit down at the opposite ends of the machine. Arms, legs and head are tied to the machine. We both give the sign that we are ready. I close my eyes and count to 3. As I open them again, everything looks blurry.

"I cant see shit!", I said with a high pitched voice.

Cant wait to have my body back soon, this body is not made for a man like me, I thought.

I'm sorry that you dont like my body but you agreed to do this mission, I heard the high pitched voice in my head. Erics voice.

Off to a great start, didnt know we could hear each others thoughts, I thought. This time Eric stayed quiet.

Someone put myself glasses on. We got untied and I stood up. It was weird to control such a lean body. I looked over to my real body, laying unconscious in the seat. I missed it already but that it was unconscious was better than someone else walking around as me. Last time I switched bodies for work it was with a 70 year old man. My body was sticky when I got it back and my bathroom and some of my clothes were full with cum. So disgusting to think of someone jerking off in my body. Especially when it was a 70 year old.

In the evening I got driven to the school where I should arrest Kenny and Dan.

Two days later I finished the mission and got driven back to the police station. I entered the room with the machine again and saw my old body still laying there as if it wasnt moved. I was so happy to see it again. I sat down on the seat, closed my eyes and counted to 3. I felt my real body again. The warm leather jacket, my tight pants and shirt on my muscles. I wiggled my toes in my leather boots. It felt so great not wearing those Chucks anymore.

I opened my eyes to see that I was still tied to the machine.

"You can untie me now, guys.", I said. It was so great to hear my deep voice again.

Only now I noticed that something wasnt right. The only person with me and Eric in the room was my boss. Normally, multiple people would operate the machine.

I looked at my boss who was talking to Eric. Both whispered.

"Is everything alright?", I asked.

Both of them looked at me and Eric chuckled.

"My nephew said that you were quiet cocky in his body. You made nasty remarks about his clothes, his looks and so on. As compensation, he'll use your body for some time", my boss said.

I was shocked. I never thought something like this would happen.

"Wait, no. This is not true!", I shouted. "I never said something like this."

But it was to late. My boss pressed the button again and I felt how Erics soul entered my body. It was a cold feeling, causing me to shiver. I tried to push him back into his own body but through the help of the machine he overpowered me. I felt how I lost control of my limbs, my muscular body.

Its a pleasure to use this body, I heard Erics voice in my head.

My boss looked at me with a dark grin as he said:"Codename."

"Exodus", I heard myself answer.

"Good it worked.", my boss said as he untied my body.

I had no control over my body as it stood up and my arms started to touch my body. Eric took off my leather jacket and sniffed it. He let out a moan and grabbed my dick. I felt how my dick raised and I couldnt do anything.

"You have 30 minutes for yourself in the bathroom. Here are some clothes we took from his home.", my boss said as he took out a black sportsbag. He opened it to give us a look.

"I see you in 35 minutes in my bureau, Mark.", he said leaving the room.

Eric grabbed the bag and went through the other door into the bathroom. We were alone.

He started to sniff my sweaty armpits and to lick my biceps. He rubbed my cock in my jeans while flexing my muscles in the mirror.

I felt how pre-cum started to drip into my jockstrap and I couldnt do anything against it.

Eric opened my belt and took my dick out of my jockstrap. He wanked it off but he didnt manage to shoot my load. He wanked so hard that he started to stumble. He looked down at my feet. At my black leather boots.

I always wanted to wear boots like this, even though I have to learn how to properly walk in them, his thoughts said.

Eric sat down on a toilet seat and pulled both boots off. He wiggled with my toes in my gold toe socks as he raised the first boot to my nose and put my dick into the second. I could smell the warm, worn leather and the sweat and I felt how that turned Eric on.

I felt how he pressed the top of my dick against the sole of my boot right as my body shot my first load. Eric opened my mouth and let out a loud moan. I was deeply embarrassed.

He switched boots so that I could smell the sweet cum inside my boot which caused me to shoot my second load right into my other boot.

He took off my Red shirt and wrapped it around my dick.

"Watch this.", he said.

He put both boots, with the cum inside, back on. I felt how my socks started to soak it up, it felt disgusting. Like wet socks. But this caused me to shoot my last load and probably the biggest I've ever had into my shirt.

Satisfied with what he did he looked at my watch.

10 minutes left. Time to dress up again, he thought.

He took my jockstrap and my pants off while walking back to the bag.

He looked inside and took a black jeans, jockstrap and a blue shirt out. He put the shirt on, letting my fingertips glide over my abs. He lifted my booted foot to put on my new jockstrap when I heard his thoughts. I dont need this, the jeans will feel great too. So he grabbed my black jeans and put it on. He put on my belt, my gun and my badge. At last he lifted my leather jacket from the bag, sniffed it one last time and put it on. He stuffed the old clothes into the bag and left the bathroom.

He walked into the bureau of my boss.

"Looking good, my son.", my boss said.

"Mark. We're not alone.", Eric answered. He crossed his arms. "What now?"

"First, we just got called to a crime scene. Ready up, we're driving in 5 minutes." He made a sign to come closer and Eric walked around the desk to stand next to him.

"After that, we'll test that body to the max at home.", my boss whispered.

"Sounds good.", Eric answered.

The whole trip to the crime scene was torture. I had to see Erics thoughts about my naked body and the one of my boss. So gross. He also looked through my memories. I tried to stop him but I was too weak.

Arriving at the crime scene I felt how my heart started to beat faster. Eric was nervously looking through my memories how to act as me. I didnt bother to stop him as I got weaker every time I tried and as I had to think about what gruesome night stood before me. I had to make peace that he will be me forever.

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#body switch #male body switch #body swap #male body swap #male possession #possessed #possession #bodysuit #male body transformation #male transformation #body theft

[askteamspirit]

Continuing from This Post

"When I got that letter I thought... I was afraid it was just some kinda joke by someone else... or even just you messing with me but... but you're really here..."

Azura, still stunned into silence for the moment, raised his own paw up, grasping onto Kai's arm, as if to convey the same disbelief

Amidst the swirl of emotions there was, at least, relief that his fear of anger or even violence had been apparently unfounded. Despite that, the smeargle still felt almost at a loss for what to say first. An explanation? He knew it was probably the first thing Kai would want to know, but even still; the idea of the first words to kai after the few years it had been being to defend himself felt... wrong.

After several moments of the two standing frozen in place like that, the one feeling that kept working its way to the front of Azura's mind finally made it's way out

Kai meanwhile faced his own similar conundrum. His own mind a jumbled mess of questions he wanted to ask and emotions gone unaddressed all this time. His original plan, long out the window by now, had been to act cold towards the entire situation, as if Azura leaving hadnt phased him at all, or at least that he'd gotten over it way before now, but... he knew even before now that his old partner wouldn't have bought that. No matter how well he kept up his cool, cocky facade, Azura had seen too much through to the other side of it for it to fool him anymore. Leon back home, too, for that matter

As the emotions bubbled to the surface, each fighting to form their own words in the Zangoose's mouth, he found a common ground between most of them to start from. Letting out a heavy breath, and pulling a shaky claw away from the smeargle, he found his voice

"Did- Did I do something? Was it my fault, W-Was I not good enough anymore!?" He stammered, seeming to work himself back up, Azura flinching and finding it harder to look him in the eyes as each one piled on

Even as much as Kai had tried to talk himself up, often more to convince himself than others, nothing scared him more than the ide of being abandoned by those closest to him. First, it had been his own family, and when he had finally started to move past it, to a new life with a new family

Azura left too

All that time after had been spent in a cycle of thinking he'd gotten over it only for little things to bring it all crashing back down, now coming to a head with the Smeargle standing here in front of him again

"N-No, No, Nothing you could have done would have made me leave like that!" He answered "I... I was happier here with you and Leon than I'd ever been" for the first time, he broke eye contact with the Zangoose, shame over his old cowardice washing over him

"I just... I didn't want... I couldn't let them...." he stopped, the sad irony of it maybe hitting him for the first time now that the threat had finally passed. "But I did.... didn't I? I... I let them take my family from me twice...."

Even through all the sadness, anger, and abandonment he might have felt swirling like storm in his mind, Kai watched his old friend open up to him and just felt… relieved

There was no spite, or contempt driving azura’s actions; despite everything Kai felt like he could be sure of that now.

Beneath it all, he was just happy that Azura was okay. That they were okay, or at the very least; that they could be.

All those imagined arguments and the negative feelings behind them just faded away. Things wouldnt be the same; and there would be a lot that needed to be addressed before they could be close. But no matter how much Kai had hurt before… he at least had his friend back, and there was only one thing he wanted to do now

Kai’s tail wrapped itself around the shocked smeargle, his arms lifting him and squeezing him tight against himself.

Azura almost couldnt believe it. When he’d set out from Emerald town he’d been prepared to be starting from square one, treated by his old friend like a stranger at best.

When Kai felt the smeargle’s own arms wrap around him in return, he began to cry.

Every layer of the facade falling away, if only for the moment, for the only person who Came Back for him

When Kai finally set him down, letting out a sigh and wiping the tears from his eyes, Azura looked up and recognized his old friend; looking much more like the Kai he’d known before

#askteamspirit #pokemon #pokeask #plot #reunion subarc #azura #smeargle #kai #zangoose #flygon #hybrid #late post oop #the written part took way longer than I expected it to #Chrono #Prime

[jonahlovescoffee]

Night Changes | J.M.

a/n this fanfic is inspired by one direction’s hit song with the same title. u can also listen to jonah’s cover of the same song here.This is the first complete fanfic I’ve ever written in my entire pathetic life and it has been rotting away in my files app for a while now lol u can see how insecure i was (and am) to put this out here but here it is anyways :’) any constructive criticism is appreciated <3 happy reading!!

summary: the death of his friend’s girlfriend made Jonah realize that nothing in life is permanent, including you.

warnings: mentions of death

word count: 2136

“We're only getting older, baby; And I've been thinking about it lately; Does it ever drive you crazy; Just how fast the night changes?”

It was yet another ordinary weekend night where Jonah and his band were gathered in the little studio of Daniel’s home, busy composing new music for their upcoming album without a care in the world when Corbyn’s phone rang all of a sudden.

Corbyn’s eyebrows raised in surprise when he saw the caller ID on the screen before sliding the answer button to the right and excusing himself from the small room to take the call. No one thought much about it and proceeded with their songwriting process. However, when half an hour passed with Corbyn’s absence, that was when Jonah’s gut feeling told him that something wasn’t right. He brushed that thought off as quick as it entered his mind, trying his best to ignore the fact that he caught a glimpse of the caller ID and it was his girlfriend’s mother calling him, which was undeniably weird. As his roommate and best friend, Jonah could confirm that she had never called Corbyn unless there was an emergency. Heck, the last time she called him was when her car broke down somewhere in downtown LA and Corbyn was the only one she knew who lived close enough to pick her up.

His suspicion was soon proven right when Corbyn barged into the room seconds later with tears running down his cheeks nonstop like a river. Daniel, who was seated the closest to the door jumped up in shock just as Corbyn fell into his arms and started sobbing. The other boys made their ways to them as Daniel patted Corbyn’s back in attempt to calm him down.

“What’s wrong?” Zach asked curiously and Jack elbowed him on the arm. “Ow, what was that for?” Zach exclaimed, earning a glare from the other male that clearly said, “Can’t you wait until he stops crying to pry for answers?”

“She killed herself,” Corbyn managed to say between sobs.

“Who?” Daniel asked softly.

“My girlfriend,” the 4 boys’ breaths hitched in utter shock. None of them were expecting this news in forever. Madeline was the most cheerful and optimistic girl Jonah had ever met. She brought sunlight and joy into every room she entered. Were those traits of hers merely a mask to hide all the despair and anxiety underneath? It didn’t make any sense whatsoever.

“My sweetheart killed herself,” Corbyn repeated, mostly to himself with a hint of disbelief in his tone. It was evident that he was still having a hard time letting the fact sink in. “We just went out for dinner last night and now she’s gone. Forever. She didn’t even say goodbye. What should I do? How can I live without her?”

“She should’ve said something. I could’ve done so much to help her instead of letting her die just like that. I saw the scars on her hand last night but I assumed it was nothing serious. It’s my fault. I could’ve stepped in and save her but I didn’t. Why? Why?!” Corbyn screamed and tugged at his hair frustratedly.

Silence ensued, the only sound being Corbyn’s uncontrollable sobs. No one said anything because they knew that no words were powerful enough to comfort him for the time being. The most they could do was be there for him.

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Jonah pulled up in your driveway in the middle of the night. He left his house right away after ensuring that Corbyn was sound asleep in his room in fear of his best friend trying anything stupid under the influence of tremendous grief. He knew that you were probably asleep at this hour and he should’ve waited until the morning to pay you a visit but he couldn’t wait any longer. Madeline’s death had made him realise that nothing in life lasts forever and he wanted—no, needed—to be by your side tonight to make up for the past few days of neglecting you because of work.

After some debating in his head whether to wake you up from your deep slumber like an ignorant boyfriend or just turn around and go home, he turned off the engine and rushed out of his car and onto your doorstep before he could change his mind. He used the same key you gave him months ago to unlock the front door and was then greeted by a silent pitch black, empty living room. He locked the door with a soft click behind him before tiptoeing up the stairs and entering your room. He made sure to keep his movements as silent as possible as he knew better than anyone that you were a terribly light sleeper and could be awoken easily by the softest sounds. He took off his shoes and joined you on the king-sized bed, wrapping his arms around your sleeping figure gently to pull you closer to him. He contentedly nuzzled your hair, inhaling the sweet scent of your shampoo that smelled like cherry blossoms and spring air. It was only then he felt truly at ease, with you perfectly safe and sound in his arms.

As he half expected, you stirred from your sleep, wiggling your body slightly before turning towards him, your arms habitually made their way around his neck even in your half-awake state. You couldnt help but smile when you felt him tightening his arms around you like he was holding onto you for dear life. “Hey, love,” you mumbled groggily, staring up at him with droopy eyelids in your pyjamas that had bunny patterns all over them that you were more than embarrassed to be seen in by anyone but you could care less since Jonah had been your boyfriend long enough to know about your preference for childish pyjamas over mature flimsy nightgowns. “What brings you here?”

“Just wanna see you,” he replied with a smile. He tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear and took a moment to drink in your beauty—the crinkle by your eyes when you smile, you supple lips and the freckles on your cheeks that were illuminated by the soft moonlight that shone through the windows—all ordinary features of yours that you had never been particularly fond of but were all made perfect in his eyes. He was lucky to have the chance of calling you his, but Madeline’s unexpected death that night made him wonder how long this could last? Without realising, he let his mind drift further into the sea of uncertainties of the future, getting more anxious by the second, especially when he was met with the thought of ever losing you one day.

“Jo, are you okay?” You asked worriedly when you noticed his tense expression. He offered you a meek smile in return. “Yeah, everything’s fine,” he replied, but his furrowed brows claimed otherwise.

“You’re not fooling anyone with that face, dear. What’s wrong?” You watched him stay silent for a while as if he was trying to come up with a suitable answer to your question.

”I just...can I stay over tonight with you?” He asked and you let out a hum in agreement, your hands rubbing soothing patterns down his back. Even after all this time, he still hadn’t managed to get rid of the old habit of asking for your permission to spend the night at your place although he knew that you would agree without hesitation every single time he did so. You wanted nothing more than to find out what was going on in his head at that moment but he didn’t look like he was in the mood to talk, so you pushed your questions aside for later.

Both of you stayed like that for who knew how long, unmoving, limbs tangled with each other’s as the cool night breeze wafted into the room through the opened windows. “Madeline died,” he said out of the blue, breaking the silence. Shock was an understatement to what you felt. You couldn’t believe your ears. You weren’t exactly best friends with Madeline but still close enough to hang out together occasionally when both of you were free from your hectic schedules, mainly because Jonah and her used to have a thing for each other back in high school before she got with Corbyn so there had always been a tinge of awkwardness between you two. Yet this news hit you hard all the same.

Tears welled up in your eyes before you knew it. “When?”

“Few hours ago,” Jonah answered, his hand stroking your hair with the utmost gentleness, which prompted your tears to resume falling. He let you cry it all out without a single complaint about your tears staining his shirt. “She took her own life.”

“Why?” You sniffled and he shook his head. “No one knows; I guess even the most optimistic person on earth has her invisible demons too,” he said with a sigh.

“Is that the reason why you came here tonight?” You wiped your tears away with the long sleeves of your shirt as you took several deep breaths to recompose yourself, bracing yourself for his answer. Old feelings die hard, that was what you always hear people said, especially your first love. Part of you were scared that Jonah still harboured feelings for her even after all this years and you were nothing but an emotional support rebound tonight.

“Yes and no. I came here after hearing about the news, yes, but I’m not here to mourn about her, for now,” he added the last two words hastily in case you get the wrong idea and thought that he was being rude. You were ashamed for feeling extremely relieved that his answer wasn’t what you expected. “I came here to make up for the past few days of absence and make sure that you’re alright. Have you ever, you know, done that?”

It took you few seconds to get what he meant. “Of course not, Jo. I promise you, I never tried self-harm before, and I never will,” you replied truthfully.

“Thank god,” he sighed with relief and planted a tender kiss on your forehead, “I don’t know what I’d do if you said yes.”

“You know that you’ll be the first one I talk to if I have anything bothering me, right?” You took his hand in yours while staring at him expectantly for an answer but none came. “Jonah, please don’t tell me that you seriously think that I’m someone who resorts to harming myself when the going gets tough?”

“I...I don’t know,” he admitted sheepishly which earned a sigh from you, a small smile tugging at your lips. You still couldn’t believe how this man in front of you—a confident rising boyband star—could get so worked up over a plain girl like you. He swallowed thickly before continuing, “Today made me question everything I know like how long this relationship can last—how long we’ll get to stay us until the world decides to tear us apart. We always said we’ll be together until the end of times but so did Corbyn and Madeline and look at them now. Madeline just....left without a word to anyone. I know it’s stupid but I just couldn’t bear the thought of losing you and now I’m being such a sap and you probably are disgusted —”

“Jonah, stop. You’re over-thinking everything. I’m not disgusted at you, not even one bit,” you raised a hand to his cheek and traced a thumb over it tenderly, knowing that this simple gesture never failed to soothe his raging emotions. “It’s normal to feel this way, love. But whenever you do, please remember this: there’s nothing to be afraid of because I love you so much, Jonah Marais Roth Frantzich, that I can never ever think of hurting myself because I know that that’ll hurt you; I love you so much that I started crying a little less, smiling a little more because I know that no matter how hard my day is, I’ll always have you to come home to.”

You watched as a tear escaped from him. “I don’t know what the future holds but I can promise you this,” you locked your eyes with his, your gaze filled with the utmost love and adoration in contrast with his worried one. “No matter how fast the night changes, it’ll never change me and you.”

“You promise?” His lips curled upwards into a small smile as he leaned in, leaving only an inch between your lips, your breaths mingling with each other’s. As always, butterflies erupted in your stomach at the close proximity as you mirrored his expression with a sweet smile of your own.

“Forever and always,” you breathed and he closed the distance between your lips, sealing the promise.

#corbyn besson #daniel seavey #jack avery #jonah marais #wdw #why dont we #why don’t we #zach herron #wdw imagines #jonah marais imagines

[seongsangi]

giving you what you want (2)

author’s note: READ PART 1 IF YOU HAVENT ALREADY

pairing: seonghwa x reader x san

summary: you don’t know how things ended up this way, but you can’t resist what’s about to come. seonghwa knows you all too well, giving you everything you could have hoped for.

word count: 3.6k+

warnings/tags: threesome if you couldnt tell HAHA

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“That was hot,” you hear a familiar voice coming from behind you. You turn around and your eyes are wide open, not expecting anyone else to be in the room with you.

"You can't tell me you didn't know I was here."

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You're unable to respond, what the fuck are you supposed to say when he catches you off guard like this? How long has he been here? Was he watching you and Seonghwa the entire time? What the fuck is going on? You can’t control your heartbeat, getting faster and faster it’s almost deafening. Seonghwa uncuffs your hands, freeing them after being bound for so long. You immediately pull the covers over your body, trying to hide yourself from the second set of eyes across the room. You should be angry and humiliated since your sense of privacy was violated, but your body is tingling and it’s not from either of those emotions. Your entire body starts to burn up, not sure where things are headed from here. Seonghwa has his sweatpants on again and walks to the other side of the room. “Surprise,” he says with a smirk plastered on his face, leaning against the desk. Your eyes dart back and forth between the two men, at a complete loss for words.

“I’ve already seen everything, no need to hide.” You clutch the sheets tighter, so confused and so embarrassed you had an audience and didn’t even know about it. So many questions are racing through your mind but you don’t know what to say or where to start. Seonghwa asks if he enjoyed the show.

“I didn’t know she would be that sexy. I almost wanted to touch her when you left the room for a few minutes.” They talk about you like you’re not even there, reveling in the way you sounded so pretty begging to be fucked. You realize he’s been there from the start. You knew you could feel someone watching you, thinking it was Seonghwa but now realizing it wasn’t him at all. “I don’t know what’s going on…” you speak up quietly.

“I think you have a pretty good idea.” He stands up from the chair and walks towards you, his eyes clouded with lust after watching you and Seonghwa fuck like crazy. He reaches for you, but you don’t move away, letting his hand rest on your legs. His touch sends shivers up your spine, even with the sheets still covering your body. You feel like you should pull away, but the way he’s looking at you leaves you unable to move a muscle.

“Seonghwa told me you’ve been thinking about me. Is that true?” he smirks when you bite your lip at his question. You look to Seonghwa, who has his arms crossed over his chest with a smug look on his face. What the fuck is going on?

“N-no, what do you mean?” you stutter, heart beating even faster than before as his hands slowly trail further up your leg. You can’t believe Seonghwa is okay with this, his best friend touching you right in front of him.

“You can’t lie to me princess. You told me everything I needed to know the other day,” Seonghwa responds, sitting down in the chair. “I know you remember.” He pulls out a box from your desk drawer, sliding it across the floor to the foot of bed. You know what it is without even looking at it.  Shit shit shit what the hell you can’t believe this is actually happening right now. Seonghwa just pulled out your box of toys, the same one you were rummaging through the other day when he wasn’t home.

Your mind flashes back to how you used your favorite vibrator, getting yourself off to the thought of Seonghwa. You thought about how sexy he looked all dressed up in his suit and tie last week when you went to your friend’s wedding. You thought about him using his tie to restrain your hands, lifting your dress up to fuck you in the bathroom of the wedding hall because you begged him to. You thought about him cumming in you when he was done, leaving your panties a leaking mess. Your mind was going crazy with thoughts of Seonghwa, wanting him to come home soon so you could relive all those memories with him. Suddenly, your mind wanders to someone else. He looked just as good in his attire that day and you weren’t expecting him to catch your eye all night. Even when you were near Seonghwa, you found yourself looking around the wedding hall for a glimpse of San. You recall how absolutely gorgeous he looked sitting there doing nothing. When he pulled off his suit and rolled up his sleeves, you couldn’t keep the thought of his hands around your throat away. You watched him as he got on the dance floor, paying close attention to the way he moved his hips to the music. You imagined the possibility of him doing the same thing to you, rolling his lower body into yours and driving you wild.

You remember how you discarded the vibrator, opting for the dildo in the box to satisfy you instead. You don’t know how you ended up thinking about San, but at that point, you couldn’t get him out of your head. You recall how you’ve hung out with Seonghwa and his friends in the past, noticing San’s lingering gaze on you a few too many times. The smug look he would give you when you caught him watching you always made your heart race a little too fast, not out of fear of being caught by Seonghwa, but out of the thrill of knowing he’s watching you. You remember sliding the toy in you, feeling so full while imagining San fucking you instead of seducing you with his eyes. Seonghwa has never failed to make you feel loved and wanted, but there’s something about San that draws you in and you can’t explain it. You remember moaning San’s name over and over as you fucked yourself with the toy, unable to keep your desires for him at bay. You felt a pang of guilt after your high was over, hoping that this one time would be enough to get him out of your head. You didn’t know Seonghwa was watching you through the cracked door. You let out a whimper, remembering everything and cursing yourself once you realize he was there to witness it all. “Oh fuck, you saw that? I’m so sorry Seonghwa I didn’t-“

“I’m not mad at you baby. Why do you think I called him over here?” you look at San, who’s watching you with those intense eyes like he always does. You’re about to melt under the covers, biting your lip to stop it from quivering.

“We can stop right now and I can forget everything I saw. But I don’t think you really want me to do that, do you?” San knows what he’s doing to you, even if you haven’t said it out loud. His hand slides to your knees, inching the covers off you slowly, watching your face closely to see if there’s any hint of resistance. You’re so confused, Seonghwa’s fiery gaze and San’s hands on your bare skin leaving you disoriented. You don’t know if Seonghwa is testing you right now or if he’s actually serious about this. You never imagined this would be happening, even if you did think about San in that way sometimes.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about this beforehand, but I think the look on your face is telling us you want to keep going. Why don’t you show him what you did the other day?” Seonghwa says, trying to get you to say or do something.

“I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.” San reassures you, not wanting to pressure you if you really aren’t willing. You take a deep breath, trying to make sense of the situation. You’ve been caught red-handed and now you have to face the consequences, but is this even a punishment? You look at Seonghwa again, searching his face for any uncertainty, anything that would make you want to call it off if he isn’t okay with this.

“Don’t look at him, he wanted me here. It’s about what you want, sweetheart.” You look at San again and you can tell he’s ready to pounce if you just give him the go. The thought of having him take you like you fantasized makes you so aroused, getting wet again. He leans closer to you, whispering in your ear, “Do you want me?” Fuck, how can you say no to that? You hum in agreement, but it isn’t enough for them.

“I need to hear you say it.”

“Use your words baby.”

You take a deep breath, ready to give in to your desires and let the dice fall where they may. “Yes please, I want you, San.” Your voice is barely above a whisper, but the words hold so much meaning. You let the sheets fall slightly, revealing half of your naked body to them again. San has been waiting so long, he doesn’t know if he can hold back. He pushes you on the bed, earning a squeal from you from the sudden force. He’s watched you get yourself off to Seonghwa all night, wishing so badly it was him instead. He straddles your waist, pulling the covers all the way off. He takes a mental image of your perfect body underneath him. This is better than his imagination and he’s eager to hear you moan for him this time. His hands roam your entire body, taking in the way your chest is breathing heavy for him, anxious for his touch.

“I thought I told you to show him something,” Seonghwa speaks up, making San’s hands stop where they are. He nods his head towards the box on the floor and you know he means it. You’ve never actually used the dildo in front of him, let alone in front of San. The idea of both of them watching you play with yourself is enough to get you moving. You lean down, arching your back and poking your ass a little more than normal, knowing they’re watching your every move. You pull out the toy and lay back down on the bed where you can get a good view of both men, spreading your legs open to slide the tip along your wet folds.

“God, you’re so hot,” San watches as you slide it in slowly, the stretch making you gasp. You squeeze your breasts, giving them a slow massage as you move the toy in and out. Keeping your eyes locked on San’s, you pick up your pace a bit, showing him how much he turns you on even if he isn’t touching you. Seonghwa sits back in the chair and watches the scene before him unfold, finding you irresistable as you pleasure yourself in this way. He knew you and San had something going on, even if neither of you were acting on your desires. He can’t deny that he felt a bit of jealousy when he heard you moaning San’s name, but he was ultimately more aroused at the thought of you and him together. He knew that blindfolding you and handcuffing you tonight would blow your mind, but he had something even better up his sleeve.

“Go faster babe,” Seonghwa loves that you can’t say no to him, moving your hand faster on command. He may be on the sidelines, but he’s still calling all the shots. Your moans are louder now, closing your eyes to focus on the feeling of the dildo stretching you out.

“Mmm, San, fuck that feels so good,” you whine, making his dick twitch in his pants. He loves the way his name sounds coming from you, and even with Seonghwa in the room, he still manages to make you think about him. His hands find their way to your inner thighs, spreading your legs even wider and touching his thumb to your clit, making your legs jolt at the added pleasure. Everything about this is so hot, San touching you in your most intimate place, you fucking yourself to the thought of him, and Seonghwa watching it all from a distance. A part of you doesn’t feel guilty about your desires for San any more, seeing as how things have fallen into everyone’s favor. When your hand gets tired, you slow down a bit, taking a few seconds to rest.

“I didn’t tell you to stop,” Seonghwa’s stern voice making you turn your attention to him. You’re about to say something when San quickly moves your hand away, taking control of the toy and of your body. He fucks you fast and hard with it, making you arch your back and let out load moans, unprepared for his rough thrusts. He’s giving it to you better than you could have imagined, and it’s not even his full potential. If he’s fucking you this well with a toy, you can’t even fathom what he’ll actually feel like around you. You grip the sheets beside your head, letting your body fall under his spell. You look at Seonghwa again and you can tell he’s hard, getting excited over you losing your mind when San hasn’t even properly fucked you yet. San suddenly pulls the dildo out, laying down and ravaging your core with his tongue without warning. He’s moving so fast you can’t keep up, tongue lapping at your wetness. You grab the back of your knees, pulling them closer to your chest to keep them open for him. He’s eating you like a starved man, hungry to send tingles up your spine.

“Just like that, oh my god,” you can’t keep quiet, wanting him to know how good he’s making you feel. Your cries motivate him to keep going and you buck your hips into his face when he focuses on your clit. He holds you down, keeping you still as he attacks your core with his skilled tongue. San wants to savor this moment, finally getting the chance to make you cry out for him. He could stay like this forever, continuing to pleasure you until you can’t handle it any more. But he doesn’t think he would stop even if you were begging him to, knowing you can take it. He draws your third orgasm out of you tonight, sending your eyes to the back of your head and making your legs shake. When you try to squirm away, he holds you down even more, wanting to coax another one out of you. You look to Seonghwa for help, but the ultimate betrayal comes when he tells San to keep going.

“No, please wait I can’t,” you sound like you’re about to cry, but neither of them seem to care. They know you have a safe word and you’d use it if you really needed to, but you can’t exactly bring yourself to say it. Deep down, you know you want this and they know it too. You want him to give you a break but you don’t want him to really stop, whining as San doesn’t let up, making you climax again. He pulls away this time, leaving you worn out from two orgasms back to back. “You’re so naughty,” Seonghwa says as he walks towards you, caressing your head softly. You can barely hear him, too lost in the clouds to even notice that San has gotten up to take his shirt off. When you open your eyes again, both Seonghwa and San are shirtless, towering over your weak body and eating you up with their eyes. Seonghwa tells you to get on your knees. You do as he says, eyes darting between the two of them. You don’t know who you want more in this moment, but you sure as hell know you want them both.

You reach your hands out, palming both of them over their sweatpants. They fit so well in your hands, it excites you to think about how they’ll feel in your mouth. You pull San’s pants off first, wanting to taste him for the first time. You slide his rock hard member in at the same time you reach into Seonghwa’s pants, moving your hand slowly. San holds your head, guiding you back and forth on him, sighing at the way your warm mouth feels around him. He can’t tell you how many times he’s thought of this, and you look even better now that you’re faced with two dicks at the same time. You open your mouth wider, taking him in as far as you can. You give Seonghwa a hard squeeze when San hits the back of your throat, moaning when his hand tugs on your hair. Tears well up in your eyes as San begins to fuck your mouth, the sound of you gagging only fueling him more. He pulls away, giving you a chance to catch your breath before you turn to Seonghwa, letting him use you the same way San did. You love every moment of them in your mouth, but you still crave more. You look up at Seonghwa, asking him silently. You don’t even have to say anything, he just knows you that well. He tells San to lay down and tells you to stay where you are.

San lays down behind you as you position yourself in reverse cowgirl, allowing you to finally have San where you want him while still facing Seonghwa. San lines himself up to your core and Seonghwa grabs your chin to face him, gasping as you move your hips lower. “Fuck, so tight,” San lets out a breathy moan, grabbing a handful of your ass as you take him further and further. He’s relishing in the way your walls are gripping him so well, enjoying the view of your backside. Your mouth is left open, but no sound follows, lost in the feeling of San in you. Seonghwa can’t take his eyes off you, watching your face contort in pleasure as you move your hips up and down. You look so pretty like this, taking his best friend’s dick but still focusing on him. He knows this is what you wanted and he made sure to give it to you just the way you like it. San is letting you do the work, loving the sight of you riding him. He spanks your ass a few times, making you squeal and ride him faster. Your hips are moving on their own, motivated by San’s moans and Seonghwa pumping himself, telling you what a good slut you are. You love when he calls you that, it makes you feel so dirty but so sexy at the same time. You know how much of a slut you are for Seonghwa, but with San underneath you, it makes you feel even naughtier.

San grabs your hair suddenly, pulling your back parallel to his chest. You have to catch yourself on the bed, hands holding yourself steady on either side of him as he props his feet up, pushing your legs wide open. The new position has you completely exposed to Seonghwa, who’s watching intently as San grabs your hips and fucks up into you, sending you into a wild frenzy. San rubs your clit so fast it makes you dizzy, his hard thrusts and quick hands making you scream his name. You’ve never been in this position before and it makes you see stars even with your eyes closed. You can’t see Seonghwa, but you know he’s getting off to the way San is abusing your core. You can’t hold yourself up any more and fall to the side, but he isn’t done with you. He gets up to sit on his knees, putting one of your legs on his shoulder and sliding right back in, pounding into you so hard you can’t do anything but let him have his way with you. Your fantasies couldn’t compare to the way he’s fucking you right now.

“You like it when he fucks you?” Seonghwa asks, pumping himself faster.

“I love it when he fucks me,” you mewl, looking him dead in the eyes as you moan San’s name again. You know it turns Seonghwa on to hear you say that. San grabs your face, making you look at him as he rolls his hips into yours, just the way you imagined him doing. He looks so hot, you’re still not sure if this is even real. “You’re so big San, you make me feel so good,” you let him know. “Don’t stop please.” He groans when he hears you say that, how much more tempting can you get? He’s drowning in your seductiveness and loves that look in your eyes, begging him to cum for you.

“Don’t cum in her,” Seonghwa’s voice has a hint of possessiveness, which you find even more attractive given the moment. San pulls out quickly, stepping off the bed and pumping himself. You waste no time in getting on your knees, facing both of them as they’re about to reach their high. “Cum on my face, please,” you plead, sticking your tongue out greedily for both of them. They sigh loudly as they find their release, painting you with their loads. You love the dirty feeling of them making a mess of your body, taking one in your mouth and moving to the other, wanting to taste them both on your tongue. They can’t believe how incredibly sexy you look on your knees for them, face and chest covered in their cum. You swipe a finger across your chest, putting it to your mouth and give them a mischievous smile.

“When are we going to do this again?” You’re insatiable.

#seonghwa #park seonghwa #ateez #ateez seonghwa #seonghwa imagines #seonghwa fic #seonghwa smut #ateez smut #seonghwa x reader #san #choi san #san smut #san imagines #san fic #san x reader

[master-of-fluff]

Hold on i still need you

Basically me writing season five in song from morro and wus perspective i guess

*Disclaimer* not my song

The song is 'hold on' by chord overstreet

wu and morro songfic

Words: 1134

*Loving and fighting Accusing, denying*

he wasnt sure what to do, morro insisted that he was going to be the green ninja, and no amount of telling him that he was wrong could make his student see reason.

it seemed that the more he tried the more morro pushed him away.

*I can't imagine a world with you gone The joy and the chaos The demons we're made of I'd be so lost if you left me alone*

"fine then, ill just make destiny change his mind"

"do not be rediculius morro, destiny doesnt work that way" wu shouted, desperatelly trying to get morro to stay.

memories flashed in wu's mind

the first day he had met morro.

when he had taken him in.

the way his face glowed when when he got something right wheather it be a big thing like a complex martial arts move, or something simple like learning how to make a grilled cheese sandwhich the right way.

*You locked yourself in the bathroom Lying on the floor when I break through I pull you in to feel your heartbeat Can you hear me screaming, "Please don't leave me" *

"please morro" wu begged, banging on his bedroom door as the boy packed his bag inside.

a few moments later morro opened his door and pushing past the old man without a second glance.

wu's heart clenched at seeing morro leave but there was nothing he could do to stop him, he wasnt his legal gardian so he had no control whatsoever on what morro did.

so instead he sighed and composed himself, if he couldnt stop morro he would at least say goodbye properly.and so he did bowing low so that morro couldnt see the tears in his eyes and wishing him good luck on his journey, morro nodded stiffly then turned around and started  walking, and just before morro was out of earshot he called.

"just know you will always be welcome back my student"

but morro didnt even look back.

*?Hold on, I still want you*

it had been several days since morro had left and all wu felt was worry and regret.

'what if hes hurt, or lost, or scared and alone somewhere i shouldnt have let him go'

but wu just shook his head at the thought

'no, no morro will be fine, the boy is capable of taking care of himself, i should know i trained him, and its not the first time hes been on the streets' his face scruched up in pain at the last thought 'and it should have been the last' agian wu shook his head

'morro will come back once he's realized hes wrong....he...he has too'...

*Come back, I still need you*

it had now been two years since morro had been seen, and slowly wu began to accept that morro was never coming back.

he spent months grieving his student, his child, why had he let him leave, he was so stupid so stupid, if he had just done something, then maybe morro wouldnt be..wouldnt be...

wu's breath hitched at just the thought that his student could be dead tears streamed down his face as he realized this was all his fault "im so sorry morro" he whispered brokenly to the air

*Let me take your hand I'll make it right I swear to love you all my life Hold on, I still need you*

morro grunted as he climbed the rocks 'the caves of despair' it was the first place on morros hitlist to find the first spinjistu masters tomb.

he would have used his wind but he was too exausted too so ever so slowly morro heaved himself up, he slowly started walking around....trying to find a clue.

he jumped up into a subsection...only to realize that there was a geyser about to explode.morro eyes widened and he quickly looked around for a place to escape, but he found none.

noticing a small crevice just big enough to fit him inside morro quickly crawled inside it and ducked his head, perhaps the water wouldnt reach this far?

he was wrong he was so so wrongsuddenly he was incased in scalding water, all around him, he screamed as the water burned his entire body his last conscious thoughts were filled with fear and regret, as he screamed for his sensie to come save him.

but his sensie wasnt here to rescue him...

*Long endless highway You're silent beside me Driving a nightmare I can't escape from*

wu stared at the figure in shock it was morro! but how? so many emotions ran through him, guilt, shock, grieve.

he had failed his son -his baby, and now his nephew and other students were paying the price.

*Helplessly praying The light isn't fading Hiding the shock and the chill in my bones*

before wu could even think about what he was doing he had conjured up his dragon and flown out towards his son

he could save morro, he could fix things.

wu reached his hand out to morro, he could still save him "please morro, take my hand!" he shouted almost desperatly.

*They took you away on a table I pace back and forth as you lay still They pull you in to feel your heartbeat Can you hear me screaming, "Please don't leave me"?*

as morro looked at his sensie, memories flashed through his head

sensie giving him his first kite (one of many)

the lessons he taught him

how he had comforted him after nightmares

taught him to cook

the time sensie had taken him to the beach.

but morro knew that he was just too far gone, he had done to much damage.

looking at his sensie for one last time he uttered his final words

"you can only save those who want to be saved"

and with the last of his strenth morro pushed the realm crystal into wus hand before meeting his murky demise 'im sorry...father'

he thought taking his last breath."NOOO!" wu's anguished scream rang out, not caring how many people heard.

"MORRO!!!"

*Hold on, I still want you, Come back, I still need you Let me take your hand, I'll make it right I swear to love you all my life Hold on, I still need youI don't wanna let go I know I'm not that strong I just wanna hear you Saying baby, let's go home Let's go home I just wanna take you home Hold on, I still want you Come back, I still need you*

#Ninjago #Ninjago fanfiction #Ninjago wu #Ninjago morro

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4 5 6 for ALL OF THE CaPri FANFICS

LKSJMDHGVLKSJ ALL OF THEM???

4: What’s your favorite line of dialogue? 5: What part was hardest to write? 6: What makes this fic special or different from all your other fics?

Ink On Paper (tongue fic) 4. lmfaoooooooo there isn't a whole lot of dialogue in this one oop-

Laurent nodded. The wax softened as he pressed his hand into it, erasing his previous message. Soft, warm, melting under his touch. He wrote again, I need someone who is not afraid to read out the insults I make towards the idiots at court. You have been fired, Damianos.

i guess it technically counts lmfao. i just wanted to show laurent post-trauma still able to make jokes and snipe at his husband so it wasnt all doom and gloom 5. i'm not sure exactly what "hardest to write" here means because like... a lot of these fic have serious gore or otherwise upsetting content, but both emotionally and actually writing wise i find that kind of thing actually pretty easy to write hahahaha. i think i got stuck with the chronology and the decision to make it non-linear made it flow a lot better. for the record writing laurent getting raped and then having his tongue cut out was actually very easy to write, i think i got it out in basically one go. #cancelme the more fucked up and intense the easier i find to nyoom through it 6. my first ever fic in the capri fandom!!!! hehehehhehehe <333333 Level Of Concern (plan B fic) 4.

Before Nicaise could say anything, Laurent spat, “Does he know you had your first heat?”

SURPRISE nic was the one who was pregnant the whole time!!!!!!! 5. this one i banged out REALLY quickly so i cant think of anything here 6. capri omegaverse!!!!!!! i wish there was more of this 🥺🥺🥺 Like Me (what if Auguste was also abused fic) 4. ******CW INCEST MENTION CW ABUSE MENTION******

“Your brother’s stuck his dick in every single member of your family,” Auguste spat out, laughing, crying, and so miserable he thought his heart would stop. His voice rose again, and he felt something burst from him as he screamed for the whole world to hear, “Did you know that? Did you, huh papa? Did he fuck you too?”

dude this line is so fucked up lmfao but i enjoyed writing it so much. actually this entire scene where auguste is having his breakdown was really intense to write and im really pleased with how it came out OR

Auguste grabbed him suddenly, looking up into his grief-stricken face desperately. “Please, Laurent,” he pleaded, voice breaking. “Please. Don’t let him end up like me.”

i felt entirely too clever with this line lmfao. i was like ~ooooohhhhh title drop~ im so dumb 5. i just remember this one like. dragged on for some time. i couldnt figure out what to do with it, how to get everything to coalesce around the final reveal about auguste 6. plot twist!!!!!!! plus auguste angst. i really enjoyed this one, i wrote it after watching the movie Spotlight which is one of my all time faves Softly, Gently 4.

“My King has been overexerting himself again, I presume?” Paschal sighed, shaking his head with a fond smile. “When have I ever done that?” Laurent cocked his head to the side, a wry smile on his face.

hehehehe sassy laurent my beloved <33333 5. honestly im just going to skip this one from now on lskjghmvlksjhglkvsjhdl i just get "stuck" sometimes without rhyme or reason and its usually on boring stuff, but then i cant remember later. the hardest part for me is when my dumb fucking adhd brain wont let me focus on writing but once i overcome that its usually pretty smooth sailing 6. horny omegaverse.................... my beloved............... giving men vaginas for horny reasons my beloved......................... Water of Life (birth fic)

“Do you want to hold him?” Erasmus breathed, eyes glassy. The baby cried, Erasmus bouncing him tenderly in those sunkissed arms. He looked apologetic. “Only for a moment, it’s not quite over yet.” A playful smile danced on Erasmus’ lips, and he brushed away a slick, damp curl from the wailing baby’s head. “A head this big, he certainly takes after Exalted.”

a cute, fun lil line in the sea of horrible angst lmfao ORRRRRR

Erasmus knelt before Damen, before Laurent. He said, “Exalted… Can you command his Highness to push?” Damen froze. “Do you mean…?” Erasmus nodded. “Alpha command.” Damen’s expression crumpled. He said, in a voice that shattered Erasmus’ heart, “I can’t. I can’t do that to him.” Erasmus licked his lips. “Exalted, in this state, he can’t push. His contractions are weaker. He’ll-” “I can’t,” Damen cried, clinging to Laurent’s limp body like a lifeline. “He’d… He’d never forgive me.”

damen is so sweet........ he loves laurent so much...... ORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

He stopped at the doorframe, turning to face Laurent with tears in his eyes, and whispered, “How long does it take, your Highness?” Laurent, shocked enough to respond, hissed, “What?” “I still wake up in the middle of the night thinking of it,” Erasmus said, voice thick in his throat, tears burning at his eyes. “How long until it’s over?”

real sad hours if u up click like. i love erasmus and laurent bonding over their shared trauma <33333333333333333333 laurent and erasmus friendship propaganda 24-fucking-7 bay bee!!!!! 6. unironically this is one of my fav fic ive ever written skdljmfhgvlksjdhflmgkvjshldkjfghvmls call the midwife is one of my favorite shows and writing this made me look at birth as something visceral and possibly horrible and traumatic. i wanna write more fucked up birth scenes, SO MANY MORE. ridley scott knew what he was doing Sandalwood (erasmus/kallias my sweet boys i love u so much) 4.

“I do,” Erasmus breathes, ducking his head, flushed as though embarrassed. “In the gardens, the perfume from the orange trees all around us on those summer nights.” Kallias smiles behind him – Erasmus knows his body so intimately he can feel it in how Kallias’ posture changes, though he can’t see the soft turn of his lips. “The scent was so cloying I thought it would drive me mad. It made me want to kiss you senseless.” Erasmus laughs, breathlessly, imagining the warm heat of Kallias’ mouth against his. “Don’t blame that on the orange trees, dear one.”

beloved..................... im weeping.......... 6. these two make me fuckign CRY ON THE REG I LOVE THEM SO MUCH MY SWEET BOYS YOU DESERVE THE WORLD- Wisps of Smoke******************* (lauguste fic) 4. ***CW EXPLICIT INCEST*** (i mean....... obviously lmfao)

“Call me what I like,” Auguste growled against his ear. “You know what I like.” He did. Laurent did. He knew everything Auguste liked – the slow flick of Laurent’s tongue on the underside of his cock, that tender spot behind his earlobe, the way Laurent’s thighs looked straddled atop him like his horse – and this. “Brother,” Laurent gasped, desperate, “Brother, please, harder. Harder.”

i wanted the incest to be explicitly part of the kink here lmfaoooooo 6. hehehehehehehhehehehhehe lauguste................... i need to write more of u But I Love It (laurent is allergic to latex fic) 4.

“Laurent,” Auguste said, voice high in warning. Laurent braced himself, stiffening visibly. With what seemed to be monumental effort, Auguste continued, “You know, Laurent. I’m proud of you.”

IM A SOFT BITCH OK???????????????? auguste is PROUD of his baby bro for overcoming his sexual trauma and getting that fat dick 6. SLJHVDLMKJDHGVLK PEOPLE FUCKING LOVED THIS FIC i tried to be funny and i think it worked. plus some softe bits thrown in. i also kind of see lots of humor fic where its a no abuse au, but i wanted to write something comedic where the regent still. existed u kno????? anyways hahahahha i dont think i can write anything like this again but im glad y'all liked it Is It Cold In The Water (slice of life fic) 4.

Laurent opens his mouth to say something cheeky, but instead, what comes out is: “Do you think Aimeric had the right idea?” Damen is quiet for so long, gaze serious and framed with his long, dark lashes, that Laurent wonders if he’d spoken aloud at all – and when he’s sure he had, he realizes Damen had remembered Aimeric after all. When he speaks again, the sleep is gone from his voice. “Laurent,” Damen says carefully, as though approaching a spooked horse, “Is something wrong?”

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 soft,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, 6. ruby likes this fic lskjdvhmflgksfjdhmvglkjsdhflkvgmjhlekjfhdvlgskjfhv im a SIMP- The Devil's Got Nothing On Me (AIMERIC FIC LEGGOOOO) 4. there are lots of lil nuggets in here!!!!

Aimeric blinks, and all he can think is, you knew? He says, "I – I just." "I am a patient man," Guion breathes, "I support everyone in my household. Everyone. But Aimeric, you are truly testing my patience. Your mother came to me in tears, begging me to find you. Look at what you did to her! There was nothing I could say until we found you!" "I'm sorry," Aimeric whispers, looking at Loyse, "I'm-" "Look at me," Guion roars.

this conversation was inspired by a very miserable encounter with my boss lmfao. fuck that guy and fuck guion

The regent, blue eyes sparkling - and Aimeric has never thought eyes could look just like a summer sky until now - says to Guion but really to Aimeric, "I was thinking I could take little Aimeric riding tomorrow. Just the two of us." Loyse says, before Guion can speak, voice trembling with relief, "I think that's a wonderful idea, your Highness."

~dramatic irony~ lmfaoooooooooo. WE know of course that this is a bad thing, but it's always fun to have characters make bad choices that they have no idea are bad. i also did this briefly in "Like Me" with auguste's ex wife taking nicaise to church because she was so overwhelmed at home and he offered to help. of course, the regent is always happy to help out. evil evil evil

"-was worried it might be difficult for him." A soft, lilting laugh. The guards had said the regent was in the library, and then there is Guion, right there with him. Aimeric is suddenly angry, not sure why his father is with the regent, who is his and no one else's. The regent responds, "I daresay it's been perfectly easy. It seems you've done most of the work already."

i wanted to highlight the fact that it was aimeric's neglect that lead him to the regent in the first place. hence "youve done most of the work already" - guion by ignoring and neglecting aimeric created the perfect environment for the regent to sweep in and take advantage. like leaving food out btwn 40-140 F is a perfect breeding ground for bacteria LOL. the books touch on that but i wanted to make it explicit

He is so, so ashamed. It's unbearable, the thought of her kind eyes, the way she cried for him, the way he pushed her away. Before he'd left to join the prince's guard, she had taken his hand, kissed it, and said in a voice fragile as glass, "It's been such a long time since I've seen you smile like that," but in that moment he could think only of the regent's letter warm in his pocket.

6. honestly i know ive sounded super conceited this whole time but i kind of tear up whenever i read through the end of the fic lmfao. aimeric is just so fucking depressing as a character and i love that i really got to explore that in this fic. he really didnt have anyone, did he????? he's like a tragic greek character where you just watch him stumbling towards his inevitable end and it hurts the whole time. its even worse on the reread ANYWAYYYYYYY thats it. thanks so much for the ask anon!!!!!!! feel free to send me more!!!

#captive prince fanfic #captive prince #captive prince fanfiction #ask meme #capri fanfic

[cottoncandy-jester]

✨Lie down darling, it's time for a dream✨

Stuffed (incubus!nishinoya x reader x priest!asahi)

Okay so for the longest time i didn't know what to write for them but after listening to three yagami yato audios back to back I realized Im a sinner..so yeah have this

This story contains: nasty unprotected sex, Double penetration, aheago, feral nishinoya, breeding kink,asahi losing his shit during sex, asahi calls you mommy a few times, light degrading, preluding to semnophilia

As much as I adore male reader cause I'm a boy but, this will be a female reader worry not I'll be spamming out some male reader stuff after this for a bit

"father, I have done a terrible thing.. something horrible"

The sound of your voice from the other side of the confessional made asahi twitch slightly before he calmly leaned back to listen to you. You were innocent, sweet and pure but lately he's noticed changes that worried him greatly, your clothes that usually were modest now revealed a teasing amount of your thighs or chest so of course when he heard your words he was alert yet calm..just what did you do?

"this is a judgement free zone, speak your mind"

"I've let a sinful demon tempt me.."

You what?

Hearing your words made the priest grip the white beaded cross necklace hanging around his neck as his mind started to get foggy at the thought of a demon hurting you in any way, you were too sweet and adorable for this!

"tell me, what has this demon done to you? Has he hurt you?"

Asahi's voice was laced with worry that quickly turned into fear when he heard a small embarrassed whimper from the other side. After a few seconds he heard your quivering voice

"E-Every night the demon comes into my window, he touches me in ways that I've never been touched, every night he-"

"has he fucked you? Does he fill you up? have you kissed him?"

Asahi spoke in a low tone with a shaky breath. He should feel worry for you but instead a feeling of pure jealousy burned through him, the thought of someone seeing your face twist with pleasure or the thought of someone kissing your soft skin while pounding you made him see red.

"yes father, am i too late to be saved?"

Your soft helpless tone made asahi shudder as his mind drifted to unholy thoughts. How would you look sucking him off? What face would you make when he eats you out til you are shaking? How would you taste against his tongue?

"father asahi?"

"ah you're not! Its never too late to be saved! You said it comes every night? How about I spend the night in your home so when the demon comes I'll deal with it"

His plan made you smile brightly before you let out a joyful giggle. You couldn't help but sound so cute as you thanked him before leaving the wooden box.

So day soon turns to night, asahi laid on your couch asleep before a creaking sound stirred him awake. He checked the time only to see that it was two in the morning, the male let's out a low sigh as he stretched before going to your room to check on you only to hear sounds of a creaking bed along with voices.

"oooh [y/n] your nipples are so hard and perked for me, hehehe do you like it when I flick them like this?

Asahi couldn't recognize that voice so he softly opened the door and peeked inside only to see you tied with your hands above your head and your clothes completely ripped off with an incubus straddling your hips. Asahi should burst in there, he should be slamming the door open and throwing that demon off you but he couldnt help but watch as this demon leaned his head down to lick and suck your nipples

"n-nishinoya-"

"this is the first time you called out to me like that..do it again"

So the demon's name was nishinoya? Why did you know that? How did you know that? Asahi was curious about such details but his mind blanked when he heard a loud whimper escape your lips, when he turned his attention back to you the demon in question has his face shoved in between your legs licking and sucking at your clit as if his life depended on it.

Asahi felt his cock twitch in his pants as your lewd moans ringed through his ears. His entire body started to shake as he bit his bottom lip roughly. He wanted to be the one to make you moan like that, he wanted to be the one making you screaming his name.

Just as asahi was going to burst in he watched as the demon pull back and both his and asahi's eyes locked before nishinoya gave a sly smirk while licking his lips.

"her pussy tastes like whip cream, so sweet and yummy so why don't you come and get a taste instead of watching like a pervert or are all preists this sinful?"

Asahi tensed up at his remark before standing up straight before opening the door and closing it behind him. His eyes travelled to you who couodnt even look him in the eyes.

"f-fathe-"

Nishinoya shoved his demon tail down your throat with a light shudder. He gazed at you with a sadistic gleam before a sly smile was on his face.

"hush babe, the grown up are talking so just be a good girl and suck on my tail like it's a nice juicy cock okay? If you promise not to bite I'll fuck you extra hard tonight"

His words shook both you and asahi but you did as he said and started to suck his tail which filled your mouth nicely while nishinoya tried not to shudder and show just how good that felt.

"d-demon! I've come to exorcise you! P-prepare to go back to hell where you belong!"

"funny how you say that but where's your Bible? Your holy water? Holy items? not even a single talisman..all you brought is a big bulge so let's just be honest here hmm?"

Asahi felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him as he glanced down only to see that he was fully hard, he took a step forward his mind clouding with lust as he watched you suck and moan against that filthy demon's tail.

"A-as a priest I'm supposed to take you down, I'll warn you once to release her from your captivity and surrender"

Asahi's shaky words were met with nishinoya letting out a loud chuckle before his eyes travelled to you before he reached our and trailed his finger along your drenched slit which made you shudder with bliss before he decided to stick two fingers inside your sopping wet hole.

"listen here, father she let's me do this cause she wants to, hell she would die without my cock stretching her wall each night. Ive cummed inside her so much It would be no surprise if she was pregnant"

His words made your walls clench around his fingers which cause the male to release a low growl, he definitely needed to fuck you soon or else he was gonna lose his mind.

"Ooh she likes to think of being pregnant, how about instead of trying to fight let's share this night hmm? Come onnn look at her she's just begging for a cock to fuck her so two would drive her absolutely insane. Give into your urges"

Asahi didn't know if it was demonic magic or his mind just snapping but before he knew it he was stripping down while walking towards you and nishinoya. His eyes were clouding with lust as he left himself in only his boxers

Nishinoya licked his lips before simply took his tail out your mouth before feeling you of your binds. You sat up now looking at the two men with a look of worry, you could barley take nishinoya and his thick cock but now two of them?

"alright pretty girl! Here's what's gonna happen, me and Mr holy over here are gonna fuck your brains out until the smell of cock and cum become your natural scent okay? Okay!"

Nishinoya and his cheerful tone made you shiver as you watched his tail wag side to side like he was some excited puppy. Asahi looked confused on what to do so he gave nishinoya a panicked gaze which made the demon burst out laughing

"are you a virgin?! Pfffft! Hahahah! Oh my! Okay, I'll tell you what to do only cause you look so cute! Lay down on the bed and princess here will get on top"

Just explaining what will happen made asahi blush before he gulped harshly and did as he was told. What was this going to feel like? He wasn't sure but he knew it would be better than touch himself in the late hours of the night.

"n-nishinoya I don't know about this, I mean-" you were cut off by the demon's loud whistling as he yanked asahi's boxers down only to see his çock spring up.

"talk about a long boy! Sorry I got you beat in girth though, but I guess it's not bad right princess?"

Nishinoya turned to you who was just staring with a look drowning with lust. Nishinoya knew that look on your face and moved to you only to lick the drool dribbling down your chin

"now now you hungry slut, you can choke on his cock next round but for now let's fuck that cute pussy to oblivion"

His words made you whine before he gave your ass a hard slap before pointing to a nervous looking asahi

"now, hands and knees above him don't you dare put him in you without me saying so, or else I'll have to break you even more than I already am about to"

Nishinoya watched as you crawled into of asahi before shakily looking down at him. You've had sex many many times next to nishinoya but also fucking asahi scared you since he was your priest.

"so fragile, you're shaking lets not be scared alright?"

Asahi's soft words made you melt as you felt him reach up to touch your cheek. You leaned down and gave him a soft kiss only to moan harshly against his lips as something thick slammed into you. With a shaky breath you pulled away only to glance back to see nishinoya on his knees behind you with a fake innocent grin.

"oops- sorry did I ruin your moment?"

Asahi looked at your face only to feel something snap in his mind, the way your face became flushed and your eyes tightly closed made him shudder before his body moved on its own. He wrapped his arms around you before pulling you against his chest only to shove himself inside you along with nishinoya.

You let out a loud shocked gasp our reaction was nothing compared to asahi who was gritting his teeth with eyes rolling back slightly, how could someone be so tight?!

"feels good huh? Oh this is nothing..come now father, can you really not move? Well if you're not gonna move I will"

Nishinoya started to thrust roughly in and out of you with a shaky sigh as he felt his and asahi's cock rubbing against each other, not only that but you were clenching so tight that he could swear he could see stars.

"ngh- demon.. you're rubbing against me like that"

Asahi's choked words were followed by his thrusts, he wasn't as rough as nishinoya but he was thrusting quite fast. he just couldn't stop his body from thrusting up against you over and over again. You both were slowing becoming a mess, drooling and whining came from you both as you two locked eyes

"[y/n]! So tight! Your pussy is so tight and wet I just can't take it! Do you hear it? That wet sound? Ahh it's so lewd! This is so lewd! [Y/n]! I cant stop- don't make me stop please please please!"

Asahi was losing his mind while he slammed his hips wildly and to make it worse this chaotic energy was only riling nishinoya up to the point where he was a snarling mess now digging his nails Into your hips while slamming in and out of you

"fuck! You are so good! Such a good girl..the way your pussy is miking me, beg for me princess beg for my demon seed come now beg for it already or I'll fucking stop"

The utter thought of stopping made you whine louder than you already were and you wiggled your hips desperately like a bitch in heat

"please! Noya! Asahi! Fuck me more! Ahh- please please! Breed me so good!"

Just like that your words caused the two men to lose their sanity even more. Asahi was in tears as he rapidly thrusts in and out of you like a rabbit now having breeding on his mind. He forced you to look at him as he gave you a sloppy messy kiss that left saliva on you both

"m-my baby! Have my baby! My baby mine not that demon's but mine! Ahh- please [y/n]! Bear my children!"

His whining sobbing pleas seemed to annoy nishinoya who pulled you back against him while his hand gripped your throat. He thrusted deep inside you while licking your neck along with biting at it.

"his baby? Fuck no. Have mine. My demon spawn would look so cute growing in your tummy, fuck princess it's gonna be me who gets your pregnant okay?"

Your mind was starting to go blank as your climax was coming close and just as you were were gonna turn to kiss nishinoya you felt hands cupping your breasts. You turn to face asahi who now sat up to hold you as well his mouth drooling and slobbering all over your breasts as he felt close. His hair was a mess but the look in his eyes was that of a desperate needy man losing his mind.

"be the mommy to my baby, you right that right? Mommy..please please please! Ah I can't wait to see your breasts swell with milk so please..ah! Please I'm gonna cum!"

His loud whines and use of the word mommy did something to you that you didn't know could happen to you but you felt your climax building up but before you can announce it nishinoya simply grunted lowly in your ear as his grip around your throat tightened.

"I can feel it, cum already cum around our cocks like I know you want to, you want us to fill up your needy pussy, you're so desperate for cum that your drooling and sticking your tongue out like a bitch so cum already"

His harsh words were the last thing you needed before your walls tightened and you climaxed with a loud screaming moan.

"yes, yes yes yes yes! [Y/n]! Yes! It feels..so good!"

"hah- ah, damn priest you moan like a little whore..it's so fucking hot!"

As the two cummed inside you at the same time you felt your mind breaking and it left you twitching and shaking in their arms.

When you three laid down on the bed nishinoya glanced at you and asahi who were both making such a lewd face that his cock twitched. He honestly wasn't even close to being finished but it seems that humans get tired so he was greatly annoyed to see you both start to fall asleep.

Nishinoya sighs as a smile graced his face before he cracked his neck while hovering over you and asahi's cuddling bodies.

"sorry sweeties I'm not done yet, but don't worry you can enjoy your nap"

#yuu nishinoya #asahi azumane #haikyuu imagines