#i started writing these when I felt a bit drained and it was nice to have some short things to work on

[ikemenomegas]

in light of gojo's unsealing, ive thought about diff cute scenarios

gojo being the type of person to get his mate's phone and snap hundreds of pictures of his face

this would probably never happen given gojo's privacy when it comes to his marriage but in a different world i can see this happening Gojo naming his alpha as "mochi seller' on his phone and Itadori seeing the message pop out from the lock screen and accidentally somewhat outing gojo's rs when he asks him in front of the other students why the mochi seller sent an ily message

the tender moments where gojo lets his infinity down or lets his alpha inside his infinity and he gets to relish in the warmth of their skin

the sappy things gojo's alpha has to sometimes do whenever gojo gets too rowdy and they need to placate him for whatever reason (re: alpha reading a map together with nanami scenario)

gojo sending his alpha a picture of two rocks by the sidewalk with the caption: 'us'

gojo asking his alpha if they would still love him if he was a worm and the alpha saying: "no<33"

Awww! These were really cute anon! Very happy ending which I feel like we're going to need a lot of in the coming weeks...

(Also I ran with it but why is their name "mochi seller" haha)

[Ao3 link for those who prefer chapters]

⬖ Photomaton

"Device storage insufficient, please move or delete files to make room?" you read, nonplussed.

Nobara sighed. "Sensei, I showed you how to do that weeks ago."

"I did do it." You frowned, opening up your files. Why were there so many pictures...

Nobara rolled her eyes at you and beat a hasty retreat when your hand went to your mouth as your face went warm.

There were rows and rows of photos, none of which you had taken.

Most of them were selfies, but some of them were obviously the result of Satoru propping the phone up and attempting to pose for the camera.

He must have been swiping your phone every time you left it sitting out or went to sleep. He didn't rest much, but there were so many, more probably than you'd been able to take in the last five years.

There wasn't much thought for such things when you only saw one another a handful of days every month. The focus had gone to managing the present, not on taking pictures. You'd only really thought to regret it after that terrible Halloween, when you worried you'd never see him again.

Some of the photos framed Satoru inside one of your homes. Others were almost ugly shots, taken way too close, or blurred with motion artifact. There were pictures of him haloed in the night glow of streetlights or washed out in the halogen light of a konbini. There were those made grainy with low light and some that took your breath away because he was nice looking.

Furtively, you looked up but were alone and you silently thanked your student's exasperated impatience. A few of the photos showed just too much skin to be exactly proper.

You thumbed down. The pictures were a story all their own revealing some of what Satoru did when alone and you savored the honesty. You had to keep apart from one another for so long.

The last thing in the camera roll was a video.

It opened with the shuffling sounds and the wobbling display of someone walking. Satoru wound around furniture in the darkened interior of your apartment.

"I'm home. You're asleep right now," he said lowly, "probably won't be later. I don't know how most people can sleep so much." He spoke half to himself, the deep night laying over his words like velvet.

There was the sound of the door to the little balcony opening and then the faint tinkle of the glass bells hanging from the eaves.

"Must be nice," he mused, "you get to miss a lot."

The image on the screen steadied as he rested your phone on the rail. The familiar view of the city resolved as faint golden starbursts of light. The rustling of Satoru's clothing faded until all you could hear was the faint rush of night wind and his breathing.

The video went on for over a quarter of an hour. You scrolled your fingers across the screen. He didn't move, the picture stayed the same. You leaned against a wall and listened to the last few moments, your heartbeat low and slow, your breath in sync with his from some time both here and long ago.

Satoru spoke, amused over the night-sounds:

"Don't delete this. I'll know."

⬖ Daifuku

"Good job," Gojo congratulated his dust-stained students as the veil fell.

Maki and Toge glared while Yuuji gave him a tired thumbs up from where he was laying on the ground.

"Dinner is on me tonight." Gojo ignored their halfhearted grumbling. "Decide where you want to go."

He anticipated a larger than normal ding to his wallet, but they'd earned it (and it wasn't as though he couldn't afford it). Beating this curse was no minor feat and it had been a particularly crafty one, which was why Gojo had gone with them just in case.

The students made noises of acknowledgement with varying levels of anticipation, but to no one's surprise, Yuuji was the first to roll over and dig around for his phone.

He tapped the screen and groaned.

"Sensei, mine's dead. Can I use yours?"

Gojo unlocked it and passed it over without a thought. He wasn't particularly hungry, the kids could figure this out without his interference for once.

"Um, Gojo-sensei?"

"Hm?"

"Why is a "mochi seller" reminding you to stop at the pharmacy and sending you heart emojis?"

With uncanny synchrony, Maki and Toge's heads turned to look at their teacher.

The phone in Yuuji's hand buzzed faintly.

"I love you?" he read, sounding alarmed.

Toge's eyes went a bit wide but a grin that curled a bit too much at the edges and showed teeth took over Maki's face.

"Text back," she said, scrambling to her feet.

With all her quickness, she swooped in and snatched the phone when Yuuji hesitated.

The phone buzzed once more.

"I'll be home by 8:30, probably," she read.

Gojo took advantage of Maki's triumphant look to slip the device from her grip.

"I knew it!" she pointed at him. "I knew you were hiding something."

"Grown ups hide lots of things," he replied blithely. He was confident none of the students could tell that moment had been more like someone walking over his grave.

It was not as though he intended to hide his relationship with you. Hide implied shame, concealment on the other hand had been security and was harder to let go of. There would come a moment when the kids prised the truth from him. He was not about to have that moment with his kids now, or hopefully ever, because they accidentally read his texts out loud.

Maki reached for his phone and he easily tipped out of her way, walking off and heading towards a neighborhood he knew (and the students did not) had a lot of very good restaurants.

He was silently very thankful when the implied threat of no food at all distracted the students. Or at least had Yuuji barreling past Maki and kindly dropping the matter in favor of promising to "only look at the map this time, was there a good katsudon place nearby?"

⬖ Goose Down

Satoru spotted you hunched over a rail with your umbrella open overhead, held in the crook of your elbow.

He could tell from the set of your shoulders that the summer sun was getting to you, despite the cursed tool taking a majority of the pressure off.

Your energy was butter yellow and burnt red and lithium pink, mixing slowly around your body as you slowly cycled power into the umbrella and the short sword held loosely in your hands.

Satoru ducked around a corner and took a peak at your face. Your eyes were closed.

Smirking quietly to himself, he crept around, Infinity a barrier between himself and the world. For just a little longer...

You jumped when he dropped it, nearly dropping your sword and automatically holding the umbrella high enough for him to fit under it.

"Hah-"

"Speechless?"

You gaped at him, mouth hanging open.

He nodded as if you'd just confirmed it. "This is what they don't tell you about marriage. Making someone's heart race is important even after the wedding. We'll probably be together forever at this rate."

You mouth closed and then went a little wobbly.

"It's hot," you finally said, miserably. "And it's too sunny."

He couldn't hold back his laughter as he stepped closer and folded himself around you. Your scent tingled pleasantly in his nose and your skin was warm from both heat and light, like a sun-warmed blanket.

"Oh," you said faintly, "you're cool," and you all but melted against him.

"You could just go inside," Satoru said. "I sent the students off on an adventure. We wouldn't be bothered."

"That sounds nice," you murmured, but didn't make any move away from him.

He didn't either. He didn't feel much like letting go yet.

⬖ Orange Kazoo

Sometimes, you reminded yourself through your already strained patience, Satoru just needed to be left alone to make noise.

For a moment, you considered begging him for just a little peace, but you knew he was doing this for your benefit. Shibata Kin was a difficult pill to swallow.

"I never expected anyone to send Six Eyes to join us."

It was the weakest and most recent of Shibata's barbs. The oily way he said it and the implication that anyone would dare to subordinate Satoru to this boot licker rankled.

Satoru crinkled the package extra loud on a bit of melon bread and smiled. "I was in the neighborhood."

He took a bite, chewed and swallowed while you flipped through the mission report on a clipboard.

You sighed, exhaling your worry, and handed it back. "Let's go then. It looks like all the victims disappeared from the same place so we should start there."

That place was a building that straddled a moderately busy subway station and stacked part of a shopping mall, a cluster of private clinics, and a cram school all on top of each other.

Satoru trailed behind through the store, stopping at kiosks and chatting with saleswomen, picking up and putting down objects.

You could feel Shibata's irritation transform into something far less internal as he turned to you.

"He's like a child," he remarked coolly. "Sure we shouldn't just ditch him? The curse doesn't sound that hard to deal with since I've got you."

When you ignored him, he kept talking.

"He shouldn't even be here," the man drawled.

You shrugged. "Well he is."

Shibata sourly appeared to swallow whatever else he wanted to say. You turned around to see where Satoru had gone to. The thought of being stuck with the bitter other sorcerer was worse than waiting for them to pick their bickering back up.

He waved a stuffed cat in sunglasses at you and nodded eager agreement when you pointed out a cute little sparrow holding an umbrella on a shelf behind him. Sometimes, it was best to just humor Satoru and play along.

When you turned back, Shibata Kin was gone.

Since you were all concealing your residuals from the curse you expected was in the building, you had no idea where he went.

You looked over your shoulder. Satoru was gone too.

Well.

You tapped your fingers over your pocket and then decided to let them go. Satoru always seemed to know where to find you and Shibata had called you here as backup. You should probably go kill what you were looking for before it nibbled on him.

Many fewer curses than you expected lingered in the shopping mall. They were bizarre places with as many secret passageways as an ancient castle. Away from the popular shops and crowds, it quickly grew quiet and the bright gleam of displays gave way to more neglected halls.

On your way, you passed a small bank of capsule machines. You crouched down, and smiled faintly to yourself. Abandoned in the furthest reach of the shopping mall, almost near to where a service entrance lead to another stretch of winding halls and tunnels, the items here were both ancient (by city standards) and ridiculous.

Packages of candy that still held their shine but were likely far past their expiration date sat beside tiny figurines of a frog-shaped toddler in a little red hat. You grimaced back at those and moved on.

Near the end of the row was a machine that sold tiny musical instruments, plastic and paper and probably terrible sounding, but it wasn't expired food or frog children. You stuck a few coins into the slot and turned the dial.

An acid green ball spat out from the slot.

You picked at the latches on its side while you found your way further and further into the little used corridors.

There was a flash of something, like a burst of camera illumination from behind a door on your right.

You slipped through it, pulling your blade free from its sheath at the small of your back, and emerged into a tunnel that looked to be connecting to the nearby subway station. Not far ahead, the darkened path split into two.

You flipped the sword around so its blunt edge rested against your forearm and sprinted, dashing across the intersection.

A blur of motion came at you. As it grazed by, you snatched at that movement and sprang into the air, high enough to crouch on the ceiling of the tunnel.

The curse was a near perfect twin of the one a little ways down the way the attack had come, which should have maybe been your first hint. The one that had come at you was grinning, its face a rictus mockery of a theater mask.

They both sat, crouched like toads. You feinted toward the one that had come towards you, and at the last minute flew down to the other, its mouth bent in a painted looking frown.

It backed up in surprise, but not far enough and your blade nicked through the face, which was hard like dense wood. The air around your other hand shimmered in heat, as you struck for the thing's cavernous eyes.

It emitted a furious, scolding gurgle that almost reminded you of some of the window teachers from high school, and swallowed the burst of heat before it could crackled around it into full flame.

You hardly had time to reinforce your body with cursed energy before you were blasted from two directions, letting the momentum carry you and trying to wrap the more opposing forces and the roaring sound of displaced air into your own cursed energy. But something about it resisted you, and you were unable to absorb as much of the attack as you usually would.

A racking shiver radiated through your body right before you were caught by a broad hand on your back.

"Hi," Satoru said sweetly.

"Hi," you panted, automatic, eyes still fixed on the curse.

"What's going on?"

You looked up at him with incredulity.

Hoisted in his other arm was the limp body of your other companion.

Satoru's head cocked to the side, curious as he looked at the curse.

"I don't know yet. I hit it and then--" the mask of the frowning curse was ash blasted and the notch from your first strike still there, but it was not as damaged as expected.

You regained your footing and stood upright.

"If I give it another go I think I can figure it out."

He tilted his head.

You sized up the two curses waiting outside the reach of Satoru's infinity.

"Oh." You reached into your pocket and handed him the green orb.

"What's this?"

"Dunno," you said with a faint smile. "I got it for you."

"Aww, you shouldn't have."

Maybe not. Satoru thinks gachapon are funny, you should show him the line of machines if you get out of here the same way you come in, then he can choose something himself. You still have a few coins on you.

You flew at the grinning curse, both hands on the hilt of your blade, cursed energy flashing into a point a good six inches out from where the metal itself ended.

You held, crystalizing your own movement for a moment and stared deep into the thing's empty eyes.

It twitched, and then its arm moved and you slashed downward, intending to cleave the limb away.

The blade hit, you knew it did. You were able to dodge the attack you anticipated from the smiling curse. The frowning curse in front of you struck back, almost at the same time.

You pulled on some of the reserved momentum you'd held back in your initial strike and barely twisted out of the way.

You lifted the gleeful cackles of the twinned curses from the air and tried to twist them into a crackling rope of flame to surround the grinning one again. As you had expected, the damage did not seem to completely take and you were forced to duck when a bolt of heat tried to sear your back, culminating in another blast that shook the tunnel and thew you once more.

"That's enough."

Satoru appeared at your side again, pulling you back behind the shield of his power when the curse's retaliation threatened to cut through you.

"This one's a bad match for your technique," he murmured thoughtfully.

"Is it reflecting through the faces?" you asked, catching your breath.

He hummed.

Absently, you realized you could scent the sharp, fresh smell of citrus on his breath - the smell of the biting orange flavored candy you'd shared with him on the train ride here.

"If it reflects yours too--" you trailed off. What you did was firmly in the realm of the "real" and Satoru's abilities were not. If this curse were to reflect back blue, or red, or heaven forbid purple... well you'd never seen or asked up until if Satoru could stop his own techniques. It seemed a tactical oversight in this moment.

Satoru stepped forward.

"Stabilize him," he instructed flatly. He'd tossed Shibata Kin's still body where he had been standing barely a minute before.

The curses had moved closer and pressed together, beginning to meld into one another before your eyes. The damage you had already done was fading further.

You knelt at Shibata's side, shaking back your sleeves. "You know this is going to poison him."

You carefully set two fingers underneath his right collarbone, and three a few ribs below his heart on the left and focused in on the flickers of electricity that powered a human body.

"Oh well." Satoru's grin was a baring of teeth. "He'll get over it better than being dead."

You could sense the arrhythmic flutter of Kin's heart, like the popping scatter of an overloaded lamp, like a fractured version of that flash you had sensed earlier.

"You know he was trying to set you up right?" Satoru asked as he batted away an experimental chunk of rubble the curse tossed his way with a flick of his wrist. The stone was aimed right for the face of the smiling curse and even as it hit, it seemed to bounce back, hitting Satoru's shield and falling to the ground.

You sparked a bit of your energy to pure electricity, sending it jumping from one side of Shibata Kin's chest to the other.

"It crossed my mind," you admitted, murmuring as you concentrated. "But I didn't pursue the thought."

Satoru snorted. Yes, alright it was more likely you'd decided thinking about it too hard was going to distract you from the mission but you were here anyway.

You counted the pulse of electricity between your fingers to your own heartbeat until Kin's matched, or at least matched better than before.

When you pulled your hands away, Satoru cracked his knuckles. It looked like he was going to go in for physical attacks.

"You might need to manage the tunnel," he said.

Yet another reason this was a bad match up, not just for you but for him. Satoru did best in wide open spaces where he had room to move and didn't need to worry too much about collateral damage. Dropping a ton of rock on your heads and collapsing the buildings above sounded like a thing that could happen.

You had barely pressed your hands to the ground when Satoru was off like a shot.

The curse wasn't that strong - a high end second grade or low level first grade at best given that it wasn't itself attacking to provoke a response - but it split into those two halves of itself and reformed again as needed to minimize the impacts Satoru rained upon it or flank him.

Limitless lay against his skin between each strike so he remained unmarked, but the cavernous space still rocked with noise and dust shook from the gaps between tiles. You steadied it best you could, absorbing the oscillations and dampening the noise.

It did not take long for the frowning curse to realize what you were doing and send the smiling one racing for you. With one hand on the ground and one on your sword, brimming with unspent potential, you raised the point.

"Nah ah." This seemed at once to you and the monster charging your way. Satoru appeared in its path and bodily kicked it away.

It did not take long after for the twinned curses to be dispatched. Although the only reason you weren't holding your breath is because you were gritting your teeth with the effort of holding the ground together and trying not to shake apart yourself.

Satoru in motion, in a fight, particularly when physical constraint demanded more of his ingenuity, was always a sight to behold.

He came back to you looking unfairly dewy post exertion, with his hair in a sort of windswept disarray, the fabric around his shoulders bunched up. He shrugged out the wrinkles and dusted off his hands.

Your briefly pressed a hand to his knee after you steadied the last tremor from the ground.

"Thank you."

Satoru tapped his forefinger twice against your temple as he walked by. "A feedback loop between you and that thing would have been very messy."

You stood up, swaying slightly.

Even though Satoru would have happily dragged Shibata to the exit point, you insisted on tugging him upright and at least moving him through the air to a place where the three of you could safely rest and call a car.

You had settled him against a wall and were calling Akari when he finally stirred.

"What happened?" Shibata asked weakly.

You turned around to look at him and from Shibata Kin's tepid expression and the sound of shifting cloth behind you, you assumed Satoru must have copied your movement.

Still, you gave him a faint smile and couched down beside him. He didn't have the strength to move away as you grabbed his wrist and felt his pulse. It was thready, but he'd be good enough to get the rest of the way above ground until an actual doctor could take a look at hime.

"We're all alive," you explained unnecessarily.

Shibata Kin's eyes moved from your face to over your shoulder. Sweat beaded his brow and upper lip.

From behind you came a buzzing hum, somewhat approximating a sad tuba. Waa wa wa waaaaaaaa, it trailed off.

Satoru had a the wide end of a grape purple kazoo held between his teeth, his sunglasses already exchanged for the bandages he'd had wrapped around his eyes.

Only just in time, you ducked your face into your shoulder and hid a smile.

⬖ Pet rock

You were walking down some quiet residential street, trying to match the map to the trail of the curse you were tracking. It was not very intelligent, but it had a pernicious little ability to draw other curses to it under the banner of a powerful command. You'd been swatting third and fourth grades out of the air as you chased it, trying to wear down its arsenal.

It wasn't a terribly good strategy however and the thing had been winding its way through side streets to buy time. If you could get in closer, you could chop away at more of its train of screaming fears, maybe get a head start on the main peril. Thus the attempt at navigating and figuring out its destination so you could cut it off.

At least Hirano-san would be happy. Maybe. Culling curses required balance; they were their own little ecosystem. As long as the things aren't eating anyone, a certain amount of apex predators in an area could be a deterrent, like the old practice of putting powerful relics out like roach traps. Have the inevitable critters fight and eat one another rather than their human hosts.

A notification popped up over the map, and then another after it.

You felt your shoulders drop as you recentered yourself with a faint smile.

At your hotel later that night, you recalled that Satoru had sent you a message. You fell onto the bed, wrapped up in the hotel bathrobe.

It was... nice, knowing that someone was waiting at home for you. Or if not at home, he was still busy as ever, out there in the world somewhere, thinking of you. Weirdly normal.

The message was a picture. You blinked up at it. Two little rocks and a flower growing out of a crack in the pavement to shade over them.

>> ?

Almost immediately you saw three dots appear.

<< it's us!

Is it? you thought skeptically, looking at the picture again.

The dots again.

<< You don't think so :(?

Your phone was buzzing in your hand before you had even a moment to answer.

It startled you enough to drop the phone.

Owww

"You took so long to answer. This is photography, are you discouraging my new passion? It could go on a greeting card."

The word salad was meaningless and silly, weightless.

"I dropped you on my nose," you said, eyes closed as you rubbed the spot the corner of your case had hit.

"Were you that surprised by it?"

A pause.

"It's cute." The notion of it and the fact that he'd sent it to you was cute.

"It is cute right?" His voice was bright but not overly loud through the phone, for which you were grateful, already settling into warmth. "The flower is poisonous too."

You curled up on your side and held the phone close. Maybe he'd get lucky and you would find something cute to send back to him.

⬖ Puddle jumping

a/n: You have no idea how much googling I had to do to figure out what the prompt meant. I am not on the tick-tock app lol or, I've found, a fan of this meme... the implication that girlfriends ask useless questions as a rule seems sort of meh. So I mostly kept to my original response to this which was "i don't know what that is and honestly probably neither does alpha"

Satoru was herding you down the sidewalk, occasionally listing one way or the other to get you out of the way of other pedestrians. Sometimes he did it for the simple fascination of how you swayed along by him like you were on a tether. Even while you eyes were all but fixed skyward, you stayed roughly the same distance from him.

It was the first day of sun after days of rain and also one of the first days he had off with you in so many apart. He had been too restless the day before, back off a bad mission that had more to do with the desperate unpredictability of people than the intrinsic darkness of curses. You had not resisted him when he drew you out, stifled by the low clouds and humidity and longing for openness. Even with Infinity blocking the rain, it had felt like being closed in again.

Relieved of their burden, the clouds had gone from iron grey to diaphanous white and pealed up and away in swaths like billowing curtains. This is what you were watching - their retreat from the earth. They had come so low they wrapped around skyscrapers and telephone poles on their back to their usual place.

Satoru watched the drowned earth. You had cut through a tree lined walk. The rich soil was churned and muddy and the long bodies of worms that had been washed out or crawled up were strewn about.

Your and Satoru's steps made no mark as he stretched Infinity over and around the two of you. Neither of you tread upon those blind, waterlogged creatures.

Satoru stepped behind you to allow a cluster of high schoolers to pass and hid a faint wrinkle of his nose as they squealed and ran by, realizing they were stepping on some of the remains.

Your umbrella was folded and carried at your side, and you tilted your head back at him, looking a little sun-drunk. He smiled at you. He could see the reflection of the sky in your gaze.

He adopted a pout, snickering internally as you immediately seemed to regain some awareness and a wary anticipation entered your expression.

"Would you still like me if I was a worm?" he asked.

You blinked at him. "Is this one of those things you learned from the kids?"

He slouched a bit, crowding into your space. "Would you still love me if I was a worm," he wheedled.

"Are you turning into a worm?" you asked, slightly panicked, hand going to his arm as though to check if he was going as wet and floppy as the poor things on the ground.

"I'm going to turn into one if you don't answer my question."

The last of the distracted fog lifted from your eyes as you shook yourself. You took his hand and pulled him close to let another couple pass you on the walk. They inclined their head in thanks.

There was no rush to get where you were going and you tugged him along a smaller path that cut under a row of thick-branched trees so you could walk side by side unimpeded.

"I still liked you when you were a semi-sentient six sided die," you pointed out, smiling slightly.

"It's not the same," he whined a bit, drawing out the words in a sing-song fashion.

"Isn't it? I'm not sure a die eight kilometers under the ocean is more useful than a worm."

"Hmph."

"Although I really hope the worm thing is hypothetical."

"Why?"

"Because with our luck that would mean I'm a worm too."

Satoru huffed a faint sound of amusement. "Nooo. You'd still be some kind of bird." He patted your back. "Don't worry I'll make sure to crawl out late so you can still be in time to eat me all up."

"... Are you propositioning me or telling me to hurry up?"

"Walk faster or I'll step on the backs of your shoes."

You did. The two of you walked faster and faster until you were all but chasing one another out of the park, laughing lightly as you dodged the spots of wet on the ground.

#ask answered #thanks for the little prompts #i started writing these when I felt a bit drained and it was nice to have some short things to work on #...I might have gone a little nuts with the banners whoops #also battle scenes always take forever to write it's good practice but ugh #that's why orange kazoo is so long #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #lots of cellphone use for these 21st century kids #jjk #omegaverse #but no mention of omega/alpha so it's like another implied omegaverse thing i'm bad at this #alpha!reader #got it in before midnight my time so still Wednesday! #from the notebook

[sooniebby]

Hi the Anon who asked if you knew JJBA! And I do have another fandom you do write for I’d like to request Which is Izuku x Male reader and the reader likes to where fem things sometimes and one day while hanging out with Izuku and they wear a skirt that is a bit too short and it’s gets Izuku riled up and with consent from reader plows there brains out. You can keep out the part where the reader likes to wear fem things sometimes I don’t mind it can be like the reader wore something too showy. Hope you have a great day!

ఌ 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐔

❝ 𝙔𝙤𝙪’𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙤 𝙘𝙪𝙩𝙚 ❞

꧁ 𝙄𝙯𝙪𝙠𝙪 𝙭 𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 ꧂

Word count › 2.2k

Rating › NSFW

Warnings › none

Kinks › creampie

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╰┈─➤ ＢＥＧＩＮＮＩＮＧ

It wasn’t a secret that (Name) liked to occasionally dress a bit more feminine. He didn’t want to be a girl but he did like their clothes. It wasn’t something often—just a few times in his own room would he prance around in more traditionally girl clothes. 

His boyfriend, Izuku, technically knew. (Name) told him before they started dating but he never wore them in front of him. While (Name) had no shame in crossdressing that didn’t mean he wanted anyone to see him in it. 

It was for him and him alone. 

But it was beginning to get difficult to keep up with when Izuku moved in with him. The pro hero was hardly home but (Name) always got a nagging feeling that Izuku would somehow come home early one day. 

“(Name)?” 

A hum left his throat as Izuku pressed a soft kiss on his neck. Izuku was tall and more muscular than (Name). It made sense—(Name) didn’t do much physical labor with his job. Just sat at his in home work desk and typed away while his cat judge him from her cat tower. 

“I’ll be coming home later tonight, okay? Don’t wait for me to eat,” Izuku muttered before stealing a quick kiss from his boyfriend. (Name) grinned and said his goodbye as Izuku left for whatever job he had to do today. 

Later tonight, for Izuku, usually meant a few minutes before the sun rose the next day. Which meant…. 

(Name) could wear the new skirt he bought. 

It was a impulsive buy, really. He had told himself he was going to have to give up crossdressing and give away the clothes. So, he vowed not to buy anymore but when he was scrolling some online store—he saw two pieces that caused him to die inside. 

A nice baby blue skirt and a ‘virgin killer’ sweater. 

He bought it… 

It came a week ago when Izuku wasn’t home and sat in his closet, begging to be worn. 

And now it will be. 

(Name) sighed to himself and walked over to his bedroom, closing the door behind himself to keep his cat out. Taking out the box from his closet, he first pulled out the skirt. It felt a bit cheap in fabric but he would still try it on. Slipping off his shorts, he pulled up the skirt. 

Only for it to get caught on his boxers. 

And to rip… 

“Wow, fifteen dollars down the drain!” (Name) cursed, glaring the skirt. He pulled it off and threw it back into the box. The sweater was from a different website so maybe it’ll come out better than the skirt. He didn’t try to get his hopes up though. 

(Name) pulled out the sweater and blushed. He knew this was a bit risker than his other clothing. They were way more conservative than this sweater that would practically show off his ass and everything. He had never felt anything sexual toward cross dressing but this time around he could feel his cock twitching. 

He pursed his lips and slipped off his shirt. With a baited breath, the sweater felt soft against his skin as he put it on. (Name) glanced at the large mirror in the corner of the room before realising he needed to take off his boxers. 

With one swift pull, his boxers pooled around his feet as he pulled the sweater down to fully ‘cover’ his ass. It hardly covered it, especially with the wide open back that gave a peak at his cheeks. The air was cold against his skin but only made him like it even more. 

The sweater was a soft grey. A thick collar and strings to tie around his neck to keep the sweater from slipping off. (Name) giggled to himself as he turned sideways to get a peak at what his back could look like. 

It truly did give a small peak at his ass and easily rode up with any movement he did. 

This thing was made purely for sex. 

(Name) pursed his lips. He never masturbated in any of his clothes. It always felt weird to him. But this technically wasn’t a woman’s sweater dress. It was just a costume for sex. He stepped away from his boxers on the floor and walked to his nightstand to grab his dildo and lube. 

Well, he might as well enjoy this. 

He might never get the chance to wear it again. 

ꕤ

Izuku was so happy. It was one of the first times that his boss allowed him to leave early. Though dinner had certainly passed, at least he’d be getting home before sunrise. A smile was plastered on his lips his entire way to his shared apartment. 

He opened the door and was greeted by his boyfriend’s cat. “Ah, Biscuit.” Izuku picked up the cat and walked inside, taking off his shoes and coat. The cat purred in his arms as he called out for (Name). 

But he didn’t answer. 

Hm, did he fall asleep? 

The lights to their bedroom was on. Izuku placed Biscuit on her cat tower and walked over to his bedroom, ready to cuddle with his boyfriend until he saw something shocking. 

There was (Name) on the bed, dressed in something that was hardly covering him at all. He could smell the strawberry lube and visibly see a dildo on the floor that (Name) must’ve threw when he heard the door open. 

“You’re… uh,” (Name)’s breathing sounded stuttered. “Here early…” 

Izuku glanced down to see (Name) had a finger inside of himself. Oh, that explains it. He had done this before. Accidentally walk in on (Name) masturbating but it felt different now. 

He’s seeing him crossdressing. 

In the sluttiest outfit he had ever seen his boyfriend in. 

Izuku walked inside the room and closed the door behind himself, not saying anything. He watched (Name) squirm as he pulled out his fingers and try his hardest to cover himself by pulling down the sweater. 

“Is this the cross dressing you told me about?” 

“No… This is new…” (Name) muttered, shame etched on his face. 

Izuku walked over to him and kneeled down, right between his legs. (Name) blinked in shock, reaching down to grasp Izuku’s broad shoulders. The two stared at each other as a boyish grin appeared on Izuku’s lips. 

“You’re so cute.” 

That was all Izuku said before leaning down and licking at (Name)’s lubed hole. (Name) squealed in shock as he was manhandled to have his legs opened wide and rest on Izuku’s shoulders as he ate his dinner. 

(Name) really believed that Izuku would’ve been at least a bit put off by his more feminine side since he was a man but it seemed that Izuku liked it. Compared to the many other times Izuku rimmed him—this felt as if he’d die if he didn’t do it. 

Because of (Name) previous masturbation, Izuku’s tongue easily slid in and out. Gaining whimpers from his boyfriend. (Name) arched his back as his toes curled at this new Izuku. Muttering on and on about him being close to cum. 

But Izuku pulled away at that. (Name) whined in dissatisfaction but Izuku didn’t say anything. 

“You should’ve told me you liked to dress like this. We could’ve had more fun,” Izuku grinned. It was certainly a dirty way of thinking but with his more innocent looks, it felt more like he was talking about something less sinful. 

(Name) huffed. “I didn’t think you’d like it that much.” 

“I like you in whatever you wear.” Izuku said nonchalantly, not noticing that blush that appeared on (Name)’s face. 

(Name) watched as Izuku moved his legs off his shoulder and stood up, staring down at him. 

“How do you want it?” 

(Name) bit his lip. “Like you’ve missed me.” 

Izuku simply grinned as he guided (Name) to stand up. He took his spot on the bed, not before pulling down his pants to allow his cock to gain freedom. (Name)  blushed as Izuku reached over and travelled his hands across the open back of the sweater. 

(Name) loved the feeling of Izuku’s scarred hands on his back, tracing little circles on them. But Izuku wasn’t looking at him. He was looking behind him. (Name) looked back to see what was behind him only to notice the mirror. 

Fuck. He had moved it from it’s usual spot to look at himself in the clothes that he forgot to put it back. Izuku had a clear view of the sweater’s backside from just staring at the mirror and he seemed to notice that (Name) now knew from the knowing chuckle that left his lips. 

“Don’t be embarrassed. You chose to wear this for a reason.” 

(Name) pouted. “Yeah but I didn’t except you to see it.” 

“What do you mean? You’re always going to be seen by me,” Izuku said, having one hand slide down (Name)’s back before he easily grasped one ass check. It was still shocking to (Name) that Izuku’s hand could grip on ass check so easily. 

A whimper left his lips as he glared at Izuku but still leaned in closer, wanting to get past the teasing and into the fucking. 

“Izuku…” 

“Hm?” Izuku easily slipped in two fingers inside (Name) enjoying the squelching from the copious amount of lube he had used. (Name) huffed, soft whimpers leaving his throat as he tried to say what he wanted. 

Izuku used his free hand to pull at the sweater and free one of (Name)’s nipples. He leaned in and captured it in his mouth, enjoying the shriek he earned from his lover. (Name)’s nipples always got him worked up. 

(Name) gripped at Izuku’s hair and arched into his touch, his cock dejectedly twitching for some touch. His mouth was permanently opened with each moan or whimper that left his lips. Izuku’s fingers inside of him soon turned into four that thrusted in harshly inside. 

“Izuku!” He cried, feeling his prostate being violently touched against by his much larger fingers. 

Izuku simply hummed, gently biting on (Name)’s nipple as he continued to suckle on it. He pulled away a second later—(Name)’s red nipple dripping with salvia and perked up in the cold air. Leaning to the other side, Izuku captured his other nipple into his mouth to give it the same treatment. 

“Izuku… Izuku…” (Name) babbled, no longer able to handle the teasing. 

Izuku pulled away from his nipple, a string of salvia connected from his lips to the perky nipple.

“Apologise, first. Then I’ll fuck you.” 

“For what?” (Name) whimpered, crying out at the sudden pressing on his prostate. Izuku was now intentionally rubbing it—gaining nonstop cries from the man above him. He watched in glee as he lover tried his best to not collapse from the pleasure. 

“For not allowing me to see you like this more often.” 

(Name) cried out once more. His prostate was going to be the death of him. His cock twitched at each touch, pre cum dripping from it onto Izuku’s leg. 

“I’m, nng, sorry!” (Name) moaned, feeling his legs give out. He was only still up than on the floor was from Izuku’s hand holding his hips. 

“I forgive you~” 

Izuku pulled out his fingers and used hardly a percentage of his strength to manhandle (Name) onto his lap. 

“Now let me give you your reward.” 

ꕤ

(Name) was dying. His hole was aching and red as Izuku’s cock continued to abuse it. His own cock was dead—only dripping out watery left overs of cum after his third orgasm. Each thrust into his tight heat was sending him off the deep end. 

Izuku had (Name) on his lap while he gripped his waist tightly and used him like a fleshlight. Under any other circumstance, (Name) would’ve preferred missionary or doggy but this somehow felt right with the outfit he was still wearing. 

(Name) gasped at the tug on his nipple with Izuku’s teeth, gripping at Izuku’s thighs. It wasn’t a shock at how long Izuku could last compared to (Name). Izuku, despite his outer appearance, was way more into sex than him. 

Nine times out of ten, Izuku would’ve been the one to initiate the sex. 

“Izuku… I’m dying…” 

Izuku simply chuckled and continued using (Name) as he pleased, enjoying the wet, tight heat that tightened around his cock whenever he brushed against his prostate. 

“Izuku! Izuku, I’m…” (Name)’s mouth opened in a silent scream as he cummed once more, the watery substance staining Izuku’s shirt. 

Izuku’s thrust had started to get sloppy. Grunts and moans left his lips which told (Name) that he was close. (Name) preened with happiness at this finally being over but soon cried out at the continued hits on his prostate from a grinning Izuku. 

Of course, the final thrusts were always the worst. It was as if Izuku was using his last remaining strength to hit (Name)’s prostate in a repeated fashion before going in as deep as possible before cumming. 

And he did, he cummed deep inside (Name), grunting at his lover’s hole tightening around him. The two said nothing as they tried to catch their breaths, leaning over to kiss one another on the lips. 

It was a sloppy kiss as (Name) felt as if he had no energy left. They muttered a quick ‘love you’ before cuddling for a second. Izuku’s hands trailed up and down (Name)’s back before a smile formed on his lips. 

“Wear this again, (Name).”    

╭┈─────── ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-

╰┈─➤ ＥＮＤ

Wow! I’m actually really proud of this one. I tried something different with my writing style!

Let me know if you guys prefer this!

Feedback appreciated! Thanks for reading <3

#bottom male reader

[krenenbaker]

Trick or Treat~!

Pairing: Che'nya x Floyd (could be read platonically or romantically)

Summary: It's finally Halloween night, but Floyd is in a bit of a slump. However, the arrival of a curious companion may just make the Halloween party a bit more interesting for him.

Notes: This is my first attempt at something following a prompt - specifically, "Trick or Treat" for the 2023 TWST Rarepair Halloween event. I'm trying to get more comfortable/practiced with writing prose (which is why this wasn't posted on the 30th... oops), and only vaguely ended up following the prompt. I'm fairly happy with how this little piece turned out, though!

Tags: @dove-da-birb, @azulashengrottospiano, @inkybloom-luv, @eynnwwyjth, @officialdaydreamer00 (please let me know if you'd like to be included or excluded from future writing of mine, or only want to be included in specific types of creations)

Floyd wanted to take a break. 

It was Halloween, and all he had done the entire week was work, work, work. Getting costumes ready, decorating, helping with their dorm's presentation, plus cooking and serving at the Lounge, all on top of normal classes? 

Sure, it was fun, especially getting to show off Octavinelle's cool setup, and 'taking care of' those misbehaving visitors. But now? Everything felt draining and boring, and Floyd simply wanted to leave, which sucked because the actual Halloween party had just started!  

Maybe he should just ditch and go back to his dorm; being in a funk when everyone else is having fun around you is not enjoyable.  He slumped down on a bench and unwrapped a sweet he had picked up earlier, before wrapping it up again. Ugh, not even in the mood for that candy he wanted only a few minutes ago. 

As he shoved the sweet back into his pocket and was about to get up from the bench to leave, Floyd heard a rustle behind him. Someone was quietly humming, and… laughing? The sound gradually moved to his side, towards the empty side of the bench.  

“Trick or treat~”

Floyd turned to face the voice. "Listen, man, I'm not in the mood to—” he froze, staring at the figure beside him. “Hang on a second, where's your body!?"

A toothy smile came to the face of the head that currently floated beside Floyd. "Oh, it's here.... or maybe it's there." A pair of hands materialized on either side of this boy's head, followed by the rest of his body. 

“I'm just kidding. Mind if I take a seat? I’d like to rest up before I keep purrowling around and startling people.”

Floyd blinked, then raised an eyebrow. “Uh, go for it.” 

This guy was... weird, and it was hard to tell if he'd be annoying, or interesting. "You don't go here, do ya? At least, I’ve never seen you before. And you’re no ghost, either.”

The cat-like boy shook his head, his jewellery jingling softly. "I'm just passing through for the festivities and collecting treats. Scaring some people, too. That’s loads of fun. And it's always nice to see my friends let loose." 

Floyd had a vague memory surface. "Ohh... you must be that RSA boy who's friends with Sea Turtle and Goldfishie." 

"'Sea Turtle' and 'Goldfishie', hey? Those are good names for my green and red friends. Cats are known for liking fish." He leaned forward, his grin growing. “Artemiy Artemiyevich Pinker. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Floyd nodded, “Floyd Leech. It's nice to meet you, too.” He looked curiously at the boy beside him, taking in his shaggy hair, piercings, and impish smile.

"You're not what I expected.” Floyd smiled, "But you seem fun, Catfish. I didn't think Goldfishie would get along with someone so... interesting."

Che'nya's eyes lit up slightly. "Catfish? Heh heh heh, most people call me Che'nya, but I guess that works. And I’ve heard some… interesting stories about you, too."

He stretched his legs out in front of him, leaning back with his arms behind his head as he sighed. "But yeah, I don't think Riddle could shake me if he tried." 

"I'm almost jealous." Floyd tipped his head slightly. "Most of the time, Goldfishie likes to swim away before I can play with him."

Che'nya laughed, "Well, if you're wondering, he 'swam off' that way." He pointed off to the side. “Just don’t be rough with him. I don’t like people mistreating my friends.”

Floyd looked off into the crowd where he had pointed, and let out a small laugh. “Alright, good to know. Maybe I’ll find him later, if I feel like it”, he smiled and sat back. “And Goldfishie’s stronger than he looks, but I guess you’d know that.”

Che’nya nodded, then leaned closer with a mischievous glint in his eye. "You know, I bet we could do something that would really surprise him.” 

Floyd turned slightly towards Che’nya, and flashed a smile. “Yeah, we probably could. I think we should talk more in the future, Catfish. You seem pretty fun.” 

Che’nya grinned, “You seem pretty fun, too.”

"Well,” he stretched his arms above his head. “I think I’m going to go and find some more treats… and play some more tricks tonight. I'll catch you around, Floyd." 

With a haunting giggle echoing in his ears, Floyd watched as the boy beside him faded into nothingness, just the same way he had arrived. 

What a weird guy.

Floyd unwrapped the candy he had pocketed earlier, then popped it into his mouth. Maybe this party was worth staying at after all.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst rarepair halloween #rarepair halloween #floyd leech #che'nya #artemiy artemiyevich pinker #che'nya x floyd #krenenbaker's :) #krenenbaker's creations #and now... for the ramble-y tags #first: I desperately need more people to write Che'nya and Floyd interacting. their dynamic would be so damn silly!! #second: I had SUCH a hard time figuring out Che'nya's speech patterns - he really doesn't have many lines in canon! #I based some of his lines on the Cheshire Cat's lines in the 1951 film. I think they fit? #and I have no idea is this feels at all natural or in character for either Che'nya or Floyd... but there was an attempt :) #I need to practice writing more stuff like this #I also went through about 4 different possible ways their conversation could have gone before getting this down #here... it's almost like Che'nya's taking a break from tricking AND treating at the NRC Halloween party #that's how I'm saying the prompt applies at least #anywho... I GOT IT FINISHED! I WROTE A THING!! #and I'm going to write more. that IS a threat ^v^

[enbyobeyme]

MC Becomes A Child But Angst

Prompt: Mc becomes a child again, but they did not have a good childhood to begin with...

AN: This is also an old work of mine that I'm reposting before I delete my old blog, may be a bit dated. I may rewrite this. Takes place in OG game

TWs: Mentions of Child Abuse, Scars, ect. GN per usual. Cringe writing

Vague Edgy Intro For Background.

You remember it since you were young. The live vivisections performed on you, the practice of fusing angels and demons to create your “God”. You were sadly the perfect catalyst for their experiments.

You have seen horrors beyond comprehension, atrocities that show the worst side of man, the lowest point that mortals could hit. Cults were draining. Worship after worship, recruitment after recruitment, experiment after experiment. You had demon and angel prisoners that you befriended in the cult before they were dragged away and eventually killed or turned into some beast...

You grew sick of it- that’s why you ran. How you managed to fight off or completely avoid the Silent Hill-esque monsters but... You did. From that day on you hid any marks, stitches, scars, or tattoos on your body were hidden. You did everything to hide your past, getting rid of any tracker on you, even trying to drain yourself of any demon or angel blood they injected you with.

You weren’t going to be turned into any ‘God” any time soon. To think, that poor angel Lilith had her grave robbed for the blood that now runs through your veins… Despicable.

I can’t imagine how your MC felt to have been summoned by demons? There was at least some level of fear or anxiety, no? Either way, let’s skip past that. You don’t know how, but some type of spell has been cast onto you, turning you into a kid. The same fragile kid from all those years ago. It wasn’t as happy as the brothers hoped for.

Lucifer

Your eyes were dull as you sat in the corner, you didn’t look at anything but the floor like you were waiting for instructions. Your body shivered and you looked so broken. “MC? Are you okay?” No response, not even a glance at him. It was unnerving, to say the least.

He was by your side in an instant once he heard the news. The way you backed away from him warily though didn’t throw him off, at first, he was a stranger to you after all. It wasn’t until he got back to his office to work while looking after you.

You seemed to have something in your hands that you hid even more as he approached. You looked over at him miserably and started to shake more. You never talked much about any parents or any childhood memories- you often skipped over conversions where Asmodeus badgered you for pictures of your young self. Is this why?

His heart hurts a bit as he puts the pieces together. He notices your grip on whatever is in your hands, loosening, he leans in trying to see what it is. Lucifer is taken aback when you hold out a small rusted knife towards him, it was blunt and old, and shaking in your grip.

“P-Please, get away from me, You’re going to hurt me too! They’re going to hurt you!” Lucifer kneeled down showing his hands to you before offering one to you. “I’m not going to hurt you, please come with me…” You shook, eventually putting the blade away. Lucifer reached out slowly to cup your cheek.

You were soon on his lap as he worked. He noticed that you looked over at the stack of papers, grabbing the sheet he was finished with you added it to the right pile. “How do you know to do paperwork?” “I had to earn food by helping out with chores.” He frowned at that.

”Your parents made you work?” “I don’t think I have parents. The leaders said they made me. It all clicked at that moment. “You were- you are in a cult?” You nodded, going back to organizing papers. It was silent for a moment. “You’re a nice demon. I hope they don’t hurt you too.” “Oh? What do you mean?” “A lot of demons or angels that get summoned get hurt. Sometimes, they’re dissected, and I have to help.” Lucifer couldn’t help but hold you a bit tighter. He felt awful for what you were implying.

He tried to ask you directly about the cult, but all he got were soft ‘sorry I can’t tell you that, I’ll get hurt’s’ in response. Dinner soon came, you refused to go out to the table without panicking, and trying to pull away from Lucifer if he tried to walk you there, so he brought food to you. Your eyes lit up as if you couldn’t believe that you were allowed food, you wolfed it down before anyone can take it from you. Afterward, he was able to walk you to your room to rest. “Wait, Mr. Lucifer, before you go” Lucifer looked back as your small child self waddles up to him to hug him. “Thank you, I don’t want you to leave me alone again.” He offered to sleep with you, you nodded profusely.

In the morning, you were grown again. Lucifer asked if you remembered anything from your kid self. You were silent before nodding. “Don’t mention any of it, to anyone. I’ve already dealt with and accepted it.” Lucifer nodded. This will be your little secret.

Mammon

When he heard Solomon shout in surprise during your magic practice, he knew something was up because that bitch never made noise. When he entered the room he saw a small child pointing a blade at the sorcerer. “Where’s MC?! Are they okay?!” “That IS MC. They messed up the spell and got turned into a kid”

You backed up, pointing the blade in front of you, “H-how do you know me.” It came out more like a statement than a question. You overheard the white-haired man, ‘Solomon’ Excuse himself along the lines of ‘Oops, I have to be somewhere’ for some reason this felt familiar. And that is how you got stuck with Mammon.

It took him a bit to convince you to put down the boxcutter, and you only did because you can sense the dumbassery off this guy and you could read him like a book, it would be able to tell when he would want to hurt you. You hid the boxcutter.

Mammon seemed to be on the phone with someone named ‘Lucifer’ you kept your distance. You heard all kinds of stories about the Seven Deadly. For someone in the cult to be named after them, or for a poor demon that was summoned and called by the sin they were strongly associated with was someone important. Important people tended to be the cruelest.

Mammon didn’t know what to do with a kid. Kids like the outdoors, right? Maybe he can get you some icecream? He noticed immediately that you dragged behind even as he offered you ice cream. You were a strange kid for sure.

At the ice cream store you just looked down. “Don’t you want anything?” you shook your head, it’s a trick, a trap, no one would be this kind to you. Mammon could tell something was up, you seemed so scared and hollow, just looking down at the ground. Mammon put a hand on your shoulder, causing you to shrink away. Sometimes he would’ve done the same when he knows he pissed off Lucifer. Were you okay?

“Hey,” his voice was gentle, “it’s okay, I’m not gonna hurt you, come on, I got a coupon for a free ice cream anyway!” He didn’t but it might make you feel better. You felt like you had no choice, and zone out, when you zoned back in, there was an ice cream cone dripping onto your hand as you walked through the Devildom. A rare sweet treat that might be taken from you, you quickly lick it up, not knowing when an opportunity for food will present itself to you.

Mammon seemed nice, he talked to you and he even let you go up to an actual playground. You weren’t used to seeing a lot of kids together, especially so happy. It took a bit of Mammon coaxing you into trying to go down the slide. It was… fun. You asked Mammon to play with you.

After what seemed like an hour you both went home, for the first time in a while, you smiled. You were in Mammon’s room looking at all the shiny things in his room. “Thank you, Mammon,” you seemed to speak at a high level than other kids your age, Mammon noted, “I’m not really allowed to go outside.” Mammon frowned and asked, “Why not?” “The robed guys said people might see my marks and get me in trouble. And there was a big forest with all types of monsters.”

Robed guys, monsters? “Err, uhh. What kind of mark?” “Do you promise not to tell anyone?” “I promise.” You slowly pulled up a small part on the side of your shirt, exposing a long surgery scar going up your stomach, and a brand of sorts next to it. Mammon was taken aback. He pulled you close and examines you, on your chest were even more scars, some more brands it seemed like. You freaked out at him grabbing you and started kicking and crying. “Let me go! Let me go”

The box cutter from earlier came out of your pocket, into your hand, Mammon narrowly avoided it, catching your arm. “Woah woah woah! Chill, kid!” You dropped the box cutter and Mammon pulled you in for a hug. You were unfamiliar with it, but it felt nice.

You ended up falling asleep on Mammon. He wanted you to change back ASAP. There was a lot of things he wanted to ask you.

Leviathan

When you were transformed into a child, you just saw a white-haired man around a bunch of magic things and weird sigils. He looks like he was wearing a robe too, bad news. You looked around for something, anything that could help defend you, you usually always had a pocket knife on you and you felt in your pocket. Grabbing it, you knew it would a bad thing to fight, so you ran.

This house was big and had a lot of hiding spots, you ran up the stairs, knife in hand, sneaking around. Where was there to hide, you heard music from one place, chatting from the next, you saw an open door, peeking in, there appeared to be no one, it was definitely someone’s room though. Covered in strange aquariums and many odd… mini statues everywhere.

It was at least something to work with though, lots of things were in here. You closed and locked the door, barricading it with everything you could. There had to be something in here that’s useful, a key, a weapon, even some vents that may lead outside. Maybe the aquarium leads somewhere you can swim to. You began your search.

You opened every possible thing you can open, there had to be something, anything to help you, knocking over statue after statue, book after book. All you found were sewing needles and thread. You pocketed them, good for stitches. Soon you heard knocking at the door and some ramming into it. “What the hell?! Who locked my door. MAMMON YOU BETTER NOT BE IN THERE I’LL KILL YOU!”

Oh no. Oh no. No, nononono. You had a small pocket knife and NEEDLES. That wouldn’t be enough for a fight. Maybe you can hide in the pile of soft human-shaped pillows and sneak attack him? There was nowhere else to hide, you dived in. The door broke open, you held your breath and gazed at the intruder through the plushes. A demon. You know a demon when you see one. You hope he doesn’t recognize your smell. “Mammon! Where are you?! Ugh, you trashed my room! I KNOW you’re in here!”

You started to run out of breath, and let out the smallest exhale. A normal human could not have heard, but a demon could. “Found you.” Levi started to sift through the plushies. Now or never, the door was still open. You leaped out trying to make it towards the door. You were too slow, Levi leaped forward, shutting the door. You kicked at his ankle pointing your knife to him. “Leave me alone! Get away, demon! I’ll hurt you!” Your voice was raspy and you started to sob, swinging at Levi.

The commotion was heard by the other brothers, already informed about what happened by Solomon, the door opened, which squished you between the wall. Levi picked you up like an aggressive cat as you continued to kick and scream. “I-if you hurt me, the cult would never forgive you! They’ll hurt you too! Just put me down and I’ll leave you alone. Please!!!” You were handed to Satan, who actually understood how to console a child from his reading habits.

They were discussing something, you didn’t care. They were all outside Levi’s room. You couldn’t run anywhere but there. You bit Satan’s hand, making him drop you, as you book it back into the pile of plushies. Hidden once more, you can only hope they would leave alone. They did, kind of. Maybe they were waiting for you to come back out? It was hard to tell. You were hungry. Maybe there were some crunchy bugs in here- or maybe that tank had something in it. A goldfish. It was something.

Right as you came out of the plushie pile, Levi came back in. You ran back in and shook. “I don’t taste good! Leave me alone!!” Levi would have laughed if you didn’t sound so terrified and he couldn’t hear your stomach rumble. Levi crept in. This was his room after all. He searched around his shelves for something. “Hey, are you hungry, I have some Ruri-Chan crackers. Come on out.”

Nothing. They were sealed, sealed food was usually safe, you stuck out your hand, expecting him to toss it. You let out a noise of displeasure as he approached. He froze. Levi isn’t good with kids. He placed the pack down near the pile. He was too tired for this, he just wanted to play his Waifu games…

You grabbed the crackers pulling them into the pile and started to feast as Levi gamed. Levi hated the silence with you eating. Usually, you both would talk as you game, this felt wrong that he was ignoring you. Occasionally, as he played, he would talk to you. “This character kinda sucks, their DPS output is trash but they look so cute.”

After a while, you snuck out of the pile, slowly approaching him, and sitting next to him to watch the pretty colors on screen. Levi noticed and handed over a controller. “Want to play?” You hesitantly took it, as he told you what to do. You spent most night playing games until you passed out. In the morning, you didn’t mention anything from the day before. Shushing the demon if he mentioned anything.

Satan

He felt a spell fail. He knows that was never a good thing. He should check on you, you are always dragged into these things. He wasn’t expecting to see a mini-you having a standoff, boxcutter in hand with Solomon who’s clothing seemed to be ripped up from where you tried to protect yourself. You looked so serious.

“What the fuck is going on?” Solomon explained. Great, a de-aging spell. He would have to figure this out. Satan sighed and told Solomon to leave. You never talked about being a kid, sometimes excusing it when anything about it was brought up. As you saw the sorcerer leave and the demon try and calm you down, you pieced it together that he won’t hurt you. For now.

That’s how you ended up in his room surrounded by books. You backed up in the corner keeping your eyes on Satan as he tore up his bookshelves looking for something to reverse this. You watched from afar.

You decided to look around his stuff yourself. Lots of weird demon shit to start with. Most you recognized. You picked up an old tome with a seal that you’ve seen a million times, instinctually, you broke the seal and opened it. Usually, these tomes have something of importance in it. “Don’t touch that!” You dropped it immediately and cowered, expecting to be hit.

Satan froze seeing you cover your head, guilt rising. He noticed that the tome no longer had that damned seal he couldn’t break. How did you…? Satan rested a hand on your shoulder. “I’m not mad at you, MC, I was scared.” You didn’t seem convinced and just looked away.

Satan decided to change the subject. “How did you break the seal on this, hmm?” “I… I know that book.” “You know the book?” “Yeah, the leaders always put those seals on their tomes to protect what’s inside. Only other cultists can open it…” Satan took a glance inside, it mainly detailed a lot of illustrations and descriptions of demons, angels, captives… surgeries… ungodly experiments…

So you grew up in a cult? It must have been awful. Satan tries to change the subject for your sake, you must not want to talk about it. He lit a small, harmless flame in the shape of a small kitty and watched your eyes lit up. “Hey, want to help me out with some magic?” You nodded, shyly.

You were now in his lap, both drawing kittens and look at small photobooks of cats while he also read book after book, looking for some type of spell to reverse it. He glanced over to your drawings as they started to lean into darker territory. Drawings of cats turned into sacrifices of animals. The number 777 was drawn everywhere.

t was the same number as the mark on the back of your neck-wait. Mark on the back of your neck… He glanced at your neck, gently brushing your hair back to show the mark. 777. Huh… He looked back at the spellbook. Finally, a spell to reverse this shit.

A few minutes later, you were back. You and Satan stared at each other, no words were spoken as you went to go grab that damned book from the shelf. You sat next to Satan and skimmed through it, photo after photo, article after article. You see a good chunk of the book titled “The Experiment of Subject 777”

You tore out that chunk, ripping it up and throwing it in the fireplace, handing the rest of the book back to Satan. ”Burn it. Read it. I don’t care…”

Asmodeus

Asmodeus was thrown aback when Solomon called him, telling him what just happened. He zoned out at “Mc is now a baby!” and he was excited to see how cute you looked. He heard something along the lines of you’ll change back in a few hours.

Asmo didn’t care, he snagged you, cradled you, and carried you off into his room. He didn’t even realize the state you were in, afraid and once again covered in the old scars on your body from your childhood returned. He went off to his room putting you down and immediately going to the closet all while saying how much fun the two of you would have.

The smile dropped when he turned around and saw a poor broken child covered in scars of all kinds, surgery scars across the chest, what seemed like self-harm ones on your legs, and that doesn’t even mention the bruises. He remembered asking if you had any pictures from when you were a kid and how uncomfortable you seemed. He can recognize abuse easily.

“Oh, sweetie…” The demon invited you into his arms hugging you and rubbing your back. For some reason the kindness in his voice made you cry. You held onto him as he pats you back. “Come on sweetie, let it all out…”

After what seemed like forever, you had no more tears to cry. Asmodeus knew what could make you feel better. He started to get out some self-care stuff. Showed you facemasks, lip masks, lotions, creams.

He even got out some cucumbers to put over your eyes. You were completely spoiled. It was nice to actually be cared about. After a bit of coaxing, Asmodeus asked to see some of the scars on your body, there is a possibility that you could be injured.

Asmo felt sick. Surgery scars across your chest and stomach, brands across your back and collarbones. It was sickening how someone could do this to a child. Asmo has connections. He recognized the brands all across your body from the cult you were in.

He has seen their members raid the parties he was in, how they walked off with a bunch of intoxicated demons, or snag them using hooks into their wings and forcing them away. He’s heard of the torture demons had endured. Blood experiments. Fusion. The creation of a ‘god’. You were forced to be in there huh?

Asmodeus know that it is not a topic you would want to talk about. He decided that instead, you both should keep your mind off of it. Maybe a few hours of body-positive selfies and watching drama shows and doing makeup will keep your mind off of it.

Beelzebub + Belphegor

Belphegor was asleep as you and Solomon performed spells. He was woken up by a scream followed by crying. Anyway long story short, he ended telling Solomon to fuck off while pulling you away from him. He was too tired to try and ask how to undo the speel so he just went over to his twin’s shared room.

Beel saw a tiny child you and his eyes lit up at the sight of a child. It disappeared quickly when you fucking sucker-punched Belphie and gave him a swift kick into his gut. “Damn demon, get away from me. What are you doing?! Are you trying to die?!”

Belphie dropped you and you already prepared to fight, your body was telling you to scream- run away, get out. You stood your ground. You glared at them. The demons were both shocked. Beel approached you, grabbing you in one swift motion. You squirmed and thrashed. Nothing.

Beel saw the hatred in your eyes along with the hurt. Beel also noticed the brands across your body, he dropped you out of shock, before he caught you again. “Belphegor… Look” Belphegor had never seen his twin look so sad. He went over and looked at what Beelzebub was pointing at. A large cult brand covered your body.

That cult was linked to various disappearances around the Devildom. It has been around for ages as well. He had seen firsthand what they could do- hell Belphegor remembers how they tried to kidnap him when he was an angel. An angel.

Beel remembered the meeting with Diavolo discussing the disappearances and even massacres of their fellow demons. Seeing how they branded a child at such a young age. His stomach churned at the idea of your childhood.

They were snapped out of their thoughts when you smacked your head back into Beels, making him drop you on the floor. You pushed yourself under one of the beds, away from the twins. They couldn’t squeeze their whole body under here and their arms would never reach.

Belphegor lied down and kept trying to reach for you with an ‘ugh, come here brat’. You kept away. At some point, you fell asleep from all the adrenaline leaving your body. You woke up a bit later in someone’s arms. You overhead a conversation with another person.

“This spell should wear off soon, I’ll watch over-” “No, I got them.” Your eyes fluttered open and were met with the below view of Beel’s chin. He held you protectively and walked back to his room alongside Belphegor. Belphegor made eye contact with you.

“Hi…” “...Hey. Gonna kick me again, little-” “Belphie. Leave them alone.” Belphie scowled as Beel set you down on his twin’s bed. You sat up and shyed away. “...Thank you… for not hurting me.” Beel frowned and the overwhelming urge to crush you in a hug overwhelmed him, but he knew it would scare you.

Beel sat beside you, offering a snack, on your other side, Belphegor lied down and turned on the TV. You got to watch some DemonTV. As time went off your belly was full and Belphegor was a comfortable pillow for you. You all fell asleep in a sandwich.

When you woke up, you were back to normal, no more brands, no more scars. The twins looked over at you, you can tell that they pitied you to an extent. You know that they’re worried about you too. “No, I don’t want to talk about it.”

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[bloodynereid]

Pretty please gen v jordan li x fem reader. Maybe they’re at the gala for Brink and both are having a shitty night, readers parents came to visit and are giving her a hard time. She goes out to get some fresh air and to get away from all the chaos. Jordan does the same and they find reader outside crying. Jordan begins to comfort her and they just talk and comfort each other. Just fluff and comfort and hugs and kisses:)

Thanks doll💋💋

Kisses Under the Moon's Eye

pairing: jordan li x fem! reader

tw: cursing, alcohol consumption, SHITTY PARENTS, slight self-harm but it's not really that highlighted, crying, kissing, established relationship, fluff?

description: parents can be a pain but at least you and jordan have each other.

a/n: hiii! sry this took me so long to answer i've been a little swamped. i hope you enjoy this even if i did sort change the request a bit. this was so interesting to write and honestly i do sort of need a jordan hug around now. again requests are open and thank you for reading <33

You sat awkwardly on the side as your parents and sister laughed and exchanged jokes with one of the board members at God U. It was like you were invisible to them, it had felt that way for your entire life. Always being the second option, the second choice. You fucking loved your older sister but sometimes you had the urge to strangle little Ms. Perfect. It was your second year at this damn school and somehow you were still known as El’s younger sister.

She was considered the cooler sibling out of the two of you as well. She had like a billion different powers, ranging from teleportation to matter distortion while you were left with plant manipulation and advanced healing. Not that you hate your powers or anything you just… didn’t feel like enough.

“Yeah, and then Y/N-”

“I’m sorry Y/N?” Ventured the board member as he interrupted your sister’s story, she shot you an apologetic glance but right before she could open her mouth to respond your dad cut in.

“Oh no one to worry about. Now tell me, what plans do they have for that school gymnasium?” 

Their voices faded to a dull roar as your jaw dropped. You were used to having them brush you off, but in front of a member of the board? With you sitting less than a meter away from them? Fuck. Briefly you wondered if Jordan was faring better than you with their parents.

El just gave you a tight smile before she turned back to the man. A man with balding hair and an ill-fitting suit. You felt your nails dig into your palms, breaking the skin slightly until your powers kicked in. Goddammit.

You picked up the flute of champagne you had stolen, drained the bubbling liquid before standing up abruptly from the uncomfortable chair. It scraped loudly against the floor making the little group jump and finally turn to look at you.

“If you’ll excuse me.” You said, trying to keep a brave face on but you could feel a sob gurgling up in your throat. The material of your dress swished against the heels of your feet, making an itchy feeling echo through your body. You brought a nail up to your lips and started to pick into the soft flesh.

Finally the feeling of cold air hit your fevered skin as you stepped outside the gala. A fucking joke of a gala if you were being completely honest. You hadn’t known Luke as well as you probably should have because you spent so much time around the friend group but he was… nice. He was fucking nice. He didn’t deserve to be painted as a monster.

You felt a few tears finally slip from the confines of your eyes when you sat down onto the cool concrete. You were sitting right next to one of the randomly huge trees that dotted the campus, an effort by Vought to seem more ecologically friendly. You snorted wetly before you started to pull at one of the wildflowers to come up through the soil.

Your powers were like a soft blanket around your shoulders. You knew that some supes were not blessed with powers like yours, which made you extra glad sometimes that they were so “boring” even if they did make you seem like less in the eyes of your parents.

A soft huff left your mouth as your sniffles started to calm down. Your legs came up to rest beside you on the concrete platform and you dropped your head down with a thud. Briefly you wonder to what extent you could push your healing powers to, when a warm presence sat down heavily beside you.

“Seems like we’re both having a rough night, huh?” The distinct voice of your partner cut through the chilly night air.

“Fuck Jord, I’m so sorry I left you in there. I’m just-”

“No need for apologies, darling. I know how your parents can get.”

“I know how your parents can get.” You muttered as you shuffled upwards and laid your head down onto their lap. Instantly her deft fingers started to comb through your hand and trace little nonsensical patterns on your scalp.

“You’ve been crying…” Jordan says as they notice the tear tracks emphasized by the moonlight shining on the two of you.

“My parents probably wouldn’t care if I was alive or dead.” You finally choked out as another sob came out of your body. Your little wildflower tries to circle around your wrist in comfort as tears fall from your eyes again.

“I’m sure that’s not true, and if it is they don’t realize how utterly wonderful you are and how lucky they should be to have you as a daughter… I think my dad wishes I was dead.” Jordan utters, their confession coming out in whispered words.

“Hey, Jordan, no. Your dad is an asshole, never ever listen to a word he says. You are the most incredible, ethereal, smart, cool person I have ever had the pleasure to meet.” You said as you pushed yourself out of their lap and hugged their frame tightly to yours. Their arms circle tightly around your waist as you both just let yourselves cry into each other's arms.

“I don’t know what I would do without you.” Jordan mumbles into the side of your neck as they squeeze you tighter, almost like she is afraid you’ll disappear.

“I think we both would be wrecks if we didn’t have each other.” You said as you carefully pulled away so you were now leaning your forehead against Jordan’s. 

“I’m really sorry about them… and Luke.” You finally say after a moment of just basking in Jordan's haze.

“I wish it wasn’t like this… for either of us.”

“I know… it’s just you and me against the world huh?” You say with a giggle, one that Jordan mirrors as they stare into your eyes.

“Forever and always.”

“Forever and always.”

You repeat back to them as your lips finally meet in a soft press. It was pure comfort, like eating chocolates after a long day. God, you were so fucking lucky. You both thought as the moon seemed to be sending a beam right towards the two of you.

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[httpseiki]

Hello hello! First time requesting! Can I get prompt 68 from fluff and 29 from smut where reader and Han are besties and one night they get together for movie night and find out they have feelings for each other? I love your fluffy smuts the most you are one of my favorite writers! No rush at all but I’m excited to see what you come up with 😍

building forts and confessions.

han jisung x fem!bsf!reader

note: hi lovely!! glad to be ur first request page(?)!!! and yes, fluffy smut is my fav genre too, I have like 15 drafts with soft dom lino, aaanywayyy, hope you'll enjoy this heheheheee. and I might also make a part two to this one, who knooowssss :)))

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ the prompts!!

29. "don’t tempt me"

68. “Let’s build a fort!”

tw: afab!reader, NSFW content, ftl obvi🙄, mentions of alcohol and drinking, pining, teasing, slight nipple play(?), oral sex, slight fingering, orgasm denial. might make a part 2 out of this, who knows:))

song choice: cupid - fifty fifty

"I made us popcorn!!" han announces, running from the kitchen.

you smiled at his childish behaviour, telling him to be careful not to drop them. he sits back on the couch next to you and places the bowl in your lap.

"ugh, this month's session was terrible!" you groan, placing your feet on the small coffee table.

"and you're the one talking," he leans after the remote. "I had to finish a whole fucking mixtape in less than two weeks!"

you giggle at his exasperated facial expression. you exhale a breath you didn't know you were holding when the corner of his lips turned upwards. there is it, the smile that has your stomach turning upside down.

"sucks to be you, I guess, " you stuff your mouth with popcorn.

han scoffs, turning on TV to search for something to watch.

"oh, there's this movie that was released yesterday," he says. "I wanted us to watch it in premiere, but we went to that party."

you hum, waiting for him to finish the struggle of writing the name of the japanese movie. jisung has a thing for watching things in premiere. three days ago, when you told him about the party your classmate was throwing, he got a bit upset at the idea of not being the first people to see it.

the party was lit, though. you danced all night, it was exactly what you needed. the alcohol ran through the air as everyone got more than drunk. you did get tired of the crowd faster than your friends, so you opted to sit on the balcony, next to jisung, who was just as drained of energy.

the moonlight was shining on your faces as you talked about nonsense. that was the moment you realised just how dear he was to you. that you actually like him more than you expected to. your heartbeat suddenly went up to the thought that jisung was probably not seeing you more than just his best friend.

you hid your heartache until now, but being next to him since last night was terribly tensionate.if that's a real word. you sigh, not focusing on the movie at all.

"what's bothering you?" his voice was soft, yet tot you, it felt like sirens roaring through the night.

"nothing... "

he nods and turns his head back to the tv. you liked how he never pressured you onto telling him anything.

his hair was so soft, though. not that you touched it, but it looked so nice to run your hand through... and his round glasses atop of his nose. the way his eyes gleamed...

you tilt your head, how could someone be so endearing?

"okay," han turns towards you, "you're not interested in the movie, aren't you?"

"oh, no. no, no, no- I mean, yes. yes, of course I am, I-"

you stop your blabbering when he starts laughing, a stupid smirk drawn on his face.

"am I that attractive to you?"

"what?" your eyes widen.

"you're literally scanning me inch by inch, " he runs a hand through his perfect locks.

"dont bring your high school self out," you sigh, folding your arms.

he knows what he's doing. he wants to get you flustered, that's why he's laughing again. this seems incredibly funny to him. how your cheeks were bright pink and shining. how your leg was bouncing. it was all funny to him.

"fine, I'll stop, I'll stop," han adds, manspreading closer to you. "but just say you're not that interested in the movie."

....

nothing.

"── ? cmon, I was just jokiiiiing" he whines.

nothing.

again.

"sweetcheeks, why are you like this???" he coos when pinching your face.

he gasps when you push his hand off of your face, contemplating whatovr to do next.

"oh, I know what will get you to speak," his expression lights up. "let's build a fort!!"

the happy look he was displaying was slowly falling while awaiting your response. jisung felt like hours, even decades, were passing by, as he watched your eyes settle upon him,

"ok, fine," you finally give in.

he sits up, jumping and clapping. then you get to work. you go to his bedroom to bring more pillows as he demolishes the couch.

"there you go," he finally sits down, "isn't it so cozy?"

"yeh, a bit crowded but yeah," you both giggle.

the fort didn't end up especially spaceous. you were sitting on your knees, facing jisung who did the same, legs touching.

"so, did you know that frogs drink water through their skin?"

"what the hell, jisung?" you burst into a fit of laughter.

"yeah, I'm not joking!!!" he protests.

"I'm sorry, they what?"

"drink water through their skin!"

the seriousness he displayed only amused you more, body throwing itself on him, the sudden movements shook the fort.

"and they eat through it too??"

"no, I'm ju-"

you stopped breathing. oh, he was so close. a pillow behind you was threatening to fall, so han leaned in towards you to catch it. his face was just centimeters away from you, noses touching. his eyes were fixated on your lips, and you smiled,

"you really want to kiss me, huh?"

it was your turn to get him back for the teasing of earlier.

"don't tempt me."

heat was rushing up, as his words betrayed himself, since he attached his lips to yours immediately. it was so sudden, a yelp left you. you couldn't complain though, he was so good at kissing.

it didn't take long for you to sync, arms wrapping themselves around his neck, deepening.

"j-jisung, I... " you say breathlessly.

he hums.

"you, what?" he grabs your chin when you look away, embarrased.

"I don't know..." you avoid telling him.

"you do, spit it out."

how you hated how he always pressured you to tell him. you were pathetic to think he would return the feelings. and you didn't want to ruin your whole friendship, even if he just kissed you, it didn't mean nothing, you guess,

"plus, how do you tell your best friend you're in love with them?"

"... just like that," han whispers.

your blood turned cold, you just thought out loud. your instinct was to apologise, but you were cut off by him kissing you again.

this time, it was more heated, tongues colliding. your fingers got tangled in his hair, and it was soft. you pulled at his locks, earning a whine from him.

jisung went down to your neck, placing wet kisses down to your collarbones. you tried your best to keep in your moans, small sounds escaping every time he sucked too harshly at certain spots.

his hands played with the hem of your hoodie, tips of his fingers tracing the goosebumps of your hot skin. not long after, he took it off, revealing your bare chest.

"oh my god, you're driving me crazy," jisung chuckles.

you fall on your back when his hot mouth attached itself to your nipple, sucking and flicking his tongue over it. his thumb toyed with the other one, moans spilling out of you.

"sung..."

"too far?" he raises his head to look at your face.

"no, continue, pleaseee... " you push his head back to your skin.

jisung obeys, biting on your sensitive buds. at this point, your pajama shorts were probably leaking with your own arousal. as if he read your mind, he cupped your pussy. you whine, needing more. his fingers rubbed your clit, air hitching in your lungs. he was already bringing you to see stars.

"can I, sweetheart?" han asks for consent before taking the further step.

"yeah, sure, " you agree, "just..."

his glance never searched for yourd this quickly ever. what did he do wrong?

"i-it's my first time doing something like this... "

jisung smiles, placing a kiss in your forehead. he promised to be gentle.

his fingers pushed down the soft material of your shorts, revealing your soaked cunt. the cold air of midnight hit you hard, making you squeeze your thighs. his palms parted them, thumb rubbing at your skin. you watched as he lowered himself, positioning himself between your legs.

"jisung~" you moan at the feeling of his tongue on your clit.

han swirled it around your folds, slurping the mess you left on yourself.

han growls when you push his face deeper, one hand grabbing your hips to stabilise you, while the other traced the outline of your nub, before entering two fingers inside your desperate hole.

"shit, you feel so tight~" he sighs.

he starts moving his wrist faster. your eyes were fixed on his furrowed brows and how they complement his face so well.

"how does it feel, lovely?"

"s'good, " you answer between pants, "don't stop, please."

jisung hummed, suddenly going knuckles deep. you almost scream when his pace also picked up. a warm knot felt heavy inside you, and as if feeling it as well, han stopped every ministration,

"sorry, babes, " he apologizes while getting up to undress himself, "you're only gonna be coming over my cock."

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[readyforthegarden]

I've been missing your writing since Breakable Heaven ended! How about "you look your cutest like this." "but i just woke up." "i know what i said." and "did you sleep well?" "mhm.." [tracing the mark with their hand] "i can tell." from the early morning prompts? 👀 Maybe for a sleepy Jake?

Oooh!! Quite a few prompts in this one, alright!! Anonnie I need you to know how much I miss Breakable Heaven and I'm so glad you loved it so!!! Let's give Jake some sweet tender sleepy love!!

♥️♥️♥️

For two people in love, you and Jake looked to be polar opposites. You would dress brightly most of the time, colors being the staple on your side of the closet, while Jake was more demure, dressing in darker clothes. The speakers in your car would thump to the bass of some cheery pop tune, while Jake's would croon with a local artist he was starting to check into, or an old classic that had been stuck in his head.

It was the same with sleeping patterns. You had set yourself into a nice routine, changing into cozy pajamas, doing your skincare, and tucking into bed with a book or your phone for a bit of wind down time, and then drifting off to sleep at the latest, by 11pm. For Jake, the night was when he was most creative. You'd gotten used to falling asleep to the sound of his guitar drifting through the halls, filtering through the crack in the door. Even when it wasn't soft, it was like listening to a lullaby.

The musician, once satisfied or once the creative steam had run out, would crawl into bed in the early morning single digits. Jake would slide right in next to you, coming as close as your bodies could allow, sometimes snuggling into your back, other times rolling you over to lay on his chest. No matter what, he couldn't sleep properly without you close.

But one thing the two of you had come together on, was that mornings were the best. The soft quiet of the house as the dark turned to a blue-gray as sunlight seeped in through the windows. Jake's soft, light snores were usually what you woke up to, something that made you snuggle further into him for a few more moments, his arms encircling you tighter in his sleep. Eventually your awake body would get tired of staying still, and your small movements would slowly wake him up, until the two of you laid together for a little bit, talking quietly until one of you needed coffee desperately enough to leave.

This morning was different though. You'd been dealing with a lot at work, the stress draining you more than usual. Jake had noticed your energy being low, opting to sit and watch him cook dinner instead of helping, your bookmark hadn't moved from its spot in your book, one you had excitedly told Jake about, and that you couldn't wait to read it. As soon as you crawled into bed, you were out like a light. Snoring worse than Jake ever had in his life, he almost was concerned the house was going to rattle down to the nails.

The birds were chirping outside by the time he awoke, though he felt a bit out of sorts, not feeling you close to him. Rolling over, he squinted through tired eyes, seeing a tuft of your hair sprouting from the pillow. It was much later than you usually slept in, and he shifted to reach out, brushing it down. A small groan came from your pillow, followed by your face emerging from it, eyes barely open.

"Good morning darlin'," Jake's voice rasped, a soft chuckle as he continued to smooth down your hair. "Did you sleep well?"

"Mhm," you yawned, stretching your stiff limbs under the covers. Jake smiled, his hand coming down from your hair to your cheek, tracing the deep grooves the wrinkles in your pillowcase left on your soft skin.

"I can tell," he let his palm rest on your cheek, leaning in and pressing a kiss to your pouty lips. "You needed it, you've been working so hard lately." you mumbled a response, your eyes closing again as you took in the warmth of his hand on your face.

Jake let you doze off a bit more, softly humming and singing to you as his fingers found their way to the base of your neck, gently massaging into your hairline there. He himself was starting to fall back asleep. When he woke again, the sun was starting to creep in, and Jake knew if you didn't get up soon you'd be a cranky mess, upset you overslept on a day off, that you lost time in the day to get things done around the house and run errands you'd been putting off.

"Baby, it's time to wake up," he murmured to you, leaning in and pressing soft, plush kisses to your face. Your brows knit together, another groan rumbling from your chest. Peeking your eyes open, you smiled softly. Jake's sleepy round face was next to yours, smiling right back.

"You look your cutest like this," you lift up a tired arm, letting a finger trace down his nose.

"Really? But I just woke up." Jake smiled softly, catching your hand and bringing it to his lips, pressing soft, sleepy kisses to the pads of each finger before one last kiss to the center of your palm.

"I know what I said." you giggled, more awake now. Jake tucked your hand into his chest, gazing at you. "But do you know what could make you even cuter?"

"What's that?"

"If you brought me some coffee in bed." Jake laughed at you batting your eyelashes. Leaning over, he took your face in his hands, smattering you with kisses before climbing over your body and off the bed.

"Vanilla or hazelnut creamer?"

"Hazelnut!"

#jake kiszka #jake gvf #jake kiskza x reader #jake kiska fic #jake kiszka fluff #greta van fleet #greta van fic #greta van fluff #writing prompt blurb

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you’re one of my favorite authors so i’m so glad you’re active again! <33 I’ve started rereading awiaf just to remind myself why it’s my favorite fic ever so thank you for feeding into my brain rot since you started awiaf until now.

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I have worms for brains and I desperately need chishiya trying to drop hints that he likes the reader but just… is so terrible at it and gets frustrated because if it. He probably doesn’t even know the first thing about flirting, let’s all be honest.

Hey Anon! This probably strayed a little from your request, but if you'd rather have a fluffier version, I'm happy to redo it :)

The idea of Kuina being a horrified wingwoman to Chishiya's terrible flirting attempts was just too funny not to write about.

(Chishiya x gn reader)

(Kuina = losing hope in all humanity)

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It was killing her to watch. 

She’d given him more expert advice than she’d ever given anyone - heaven only knew that boy needed it - but he was still so stiff, so standoffish, and so goddamn terrible. And now, hiding behind a pillar in the hotel lobby, Kuina felt like crawling into a corner and burying her head in the sand. 

‘Thanks… That’s really nice of you Chishiya.’  

The words had come out in the same awkward tone that one might use when humouring children, or fending off an over-familiar stranger on the bus. And what’s worse, Chishiya hadn’t even realised. 

‘You just pull the pin and it should work,’ he explained, showing off the “pin”, which was actually a keyring attached to a piece of string. 

‘Great,’ (Y/N) said, eyebrows drawing in bizarre confusion. ‘I guess it’s useful to have… maybe.’ 

Kuina bit her hand, fighting the urge to drag him away at his heels. Luckily, she didn’t have to, because without even saying goodbye, or ending the conversation whatsoever, he was now walking away, smiling with satisfaction and leaving (Y/N) standing in the hotel lobby looking utterly bewildered by the events that just occurred. As Chishiya passed the pillar, she grabbed his white hood.

He shook her off immediately. ‘Was that really necessary?’ 

‘What the hell was that?’ Kuina hissed. ‘What about everything we practiced?’ 

He shrugged lazily. ‘I thought it went well.’ 

You can’t be serious?

‘That right there? That was a car crash. You can’t just walk up to someone and give them a bomb as a present. They think you’re insane now.’ 

‘I doubt that. I left a note in their room beforehand.’ 

Kuina felt the colour drain from her face. ‘You did what now?’ 

Chishiya gave a knowing smile. ‘While the games were on, I left a note on the bed explaining that I had a gift. It was hardly a surprise.’ 

Oh my god… This is a disaster. 

She placed both hands on his shoulders, locking him in a firm grip that he couldn’t escape from no matter how much he tried to squirm away. 

‘Chishiya, listen to me now. Normal people don’t do things like this. You don’t know (Y/N) well enough to just walk into their room. You’re gonna end up with some really weird rumours going around, and I don’t want to be part of that.’ 

He finally broke away with a scowl. ‘You’re overreacting. If you’re not going to help, you can find somebody else to annoy.’ 

‘I’m literally trying my hardest to help you, but you’re impossible. This is impossible.’ 

He made a small noise of irritation and stared aimlessly at the white lobby wall. ‘Do you have any other suggestions then?’ 

‘What about telling the truth?’ 

‘No.’ 

‘It’s not that bad. Tell them how you really feel. Admit that you weren’t sure how to show it, and you screwed up —‘

‘I didn’t.’ 

‘Yeah, you did. You haven’t got a clue how to flirt, and that was a horror show to watch.’ 

He averted his gaze, looking anywhere but at Kuina. ‘Any other bright ideas?’ 

She rubbed her temple. ‘I’ll see what I can think of,’ she said. ‘Just let me work on it, okay?’ 

As she parted ways with Chishiya in the lobby, Kuina didn’t have much hope. The situation was eating away at her, because believe it or not, she wanted Chishiya to be happy, even if he was an asshole sometimes. Well, most of the time. However, even after borrowing all of her expert advice and tips, he still couldn’t quite make flirting seem natural. 

And worse, he actually did like (Y/N), even if he had never really shared the depths of his feelings. But Kuina wasn’t blind. She’d seen the way his eyes trailed after them, no matter where they were in the room. He would only ask how Kuina’s games had been whenever (Y/N) was placed in the same group. Anybody else wouldn’t have noticed. Except Kuina wasn’t just anybody. 

I think I might actually feel bad for him. 

Stepping into the elevator, she pressed the button for the sixth floor. She was so lost in her thoughts that when the doors opened, it took her a good few seconds to realise that she was standing face to face with the object of those thoughts - the object of Chishiya’s affection.

‘Oh! Hey Kuina, this is actually kind of cool. I was just looking for you.’ 

Oh no.

Kuina could already see where this was going. ‘Really? We can go into my room if you want to talk,’ she suggested. ‘It’s better than standing out here.’ 

They must have been knocking on Kuina’s door, and since the timing was right, that could only mean one thing. There would be a very long conversation ahead. The two shut themselves away in the privacy of Kuina’s room, sitting on two small chairs in front of the window. 

‘Sorry for the mess.’ Kuina began scooping up the array of lipsticks rolling around on the desk behind her. ‘I think I already know why you’re here.’ 

There’s no point beating around the bush.

(Y/N) tried to hide a grimace behind their hand. ‘It’s… well. Have you noticed Chishiya-san acting strange recently?’ 

‘Strange?’ 

‘It’s just that - this is so weird. He stares at me so much, and earlier when I came back from my game, I found a note from him on my pillow. I didn’t even know he’d been in my room.’ 

Seriously, Chishiya? The pillow?!

Kuina feigned surprise. ‘What did the note say?’ 

‘He wanted to meet with me in the lobby, so I did. Just now, actually, and…’ (Y/N) pulled out a soda can with red and blue wires stretching from the lip to the base, and a tiny pull ring on top. ‘He gave me a homemade grenade.’ 

‘I’m so sorry.’ It was the only thing Kuina could bring herself to say. ‘I really am. I can have a word with him if you want?’

‘That’s not all,’ they added. ‘The other day when I woke up I found something in front of my door too. I don’t have it here, but it was a… a shank, I think?’ 

Kuina fought the urge to put her head in her hands and cry. Chishiya hadn’t told her about this, probably knowing she would disapprove. And disapprove, she did. 

‘I don’t have it with me, but it’s a piece of shaved metal tied to a screwdriver. There wasn’t a note but I think it was him. I didn’t really know what to say to him before. I just, I’m a little confused. I always thought he was kind of cute, but all of this is weirding me out…’ 

Hold on. 

Kuina’s eyes widened. She replayed that last sentence in her head. 

Hold on just one second. 

‘I’m only asking because I care,’ they said, ‘but is he okay, you know, mentally?’ 

‘Look,’ Kuina interrupted. ‘This is going to sound crazy, but hear me out.’

Maybe honesty really is the best policy. 

She took a deep breath. ‘Chishiya actually likes you. As in, he likes likes you. He’s just fucking awful at flirting.’ 

(Y/N)’s whole body froze, eyes flashing with hope. ‘You mean he likes me in that way? He has feelings for me?’ 

Kuina nodded and leaned back in her chair. It was like a huge weight had suddenly been lifted from her chest.

‘I wasn’t going to say anything since it’s not really my place, but the two of you are getting nowhere like this. I know how he looks, but Chishiya’s not made of stone. I think he just wasn’t sure how to tell you and decided to make you weapons for protection. He’s really logical like that. I guess he figured regular gifts didn’t have any value in this place.’ 

Have I ruined it?

She had tried to explain the best she could, to put Chishiya in a good light and dissolve any rumours of him being a homemade weapon-obsessed stalker. But by doing this, did she also sabotage his chances? 

(Y/N) smiled gently. ‘I guess when you think about it that way, it’s actually kind of sweet.’ 

Kuina was perplexed, to say the least. There was no way in heaven or hell that Chishiya was sweet. Not a chance. The man was cold, stoic, calculating, basically anything but boyfriend material. But she wasn’t going to say this to the one person who might actually be able to change him.  

(Y/N) stood up and grinned at Kuina. ‘Thank you! I think, I might actually go and talk to him now. His room is just down the hall, isn’t it?’ 

“It’s room nine,’ Kuina got to her feet too. ‘I’ll come with you, but I’ll be hiding around the corner. If it’s okay with you, I want to see how this works out.’ 

‘That’s okay,’ they said. ‘I’d like you to come. It’ll be good having you there, for support.’ 

The pair left Kuina’s room and headed down the hallway towards room nine. Judging from the vague shuffling noises they could hear through the door, Chishiya was inside. Kuina gave a wink of encouragement and hid just behind the corner, the perfect place to listen in and spy from afar. (Y/N) knocked on the door, holding the soda can between both hands.

The shuffling noises paused, then the door opened, revealing Chishiya. When he saw who was on the other side, his lips parted in mild surprise. 

‘Hey Chishiya.’ (Y/N) shuffled awkwardly. ‘I just wanted to stop by to say I’m sorry about before, if I seemed off. I was still kind of thinking about my game earlier.’ They held up the soda can. ‘Really, thank you for this. It’ll be really handy in a pinch.’

To anybody else, Chishiya’s expression would seem static, bored even. But Kuina saw the vague tug of a smile on his lips; she knew better. 

‘If you use it in your next game, I can make you another one,’ he replied. ‘Or if you need a knife that you can hide in your jacket. Tasers too.’

‘Tasers?’

He smirked. ‘All you need is an electronic device. It’s a simple rewiring trick.’ 

The two spoke in hushed tones, Chishiya faintly smirking and (Y/N) taking in every word he spoke. Watching from behind the corner, Kuina was delighted to finally see her efforts come to fruition, and she had to admit, these two oddballs kind of suited each other. Who would’ve known? 

(Y/N) peered over Chishiya’s shoulder, their face lighting up. ‘Wait, is that your workbench? Can I see it?’ 

‘Sure.’ He opened his door wider and (Y/N) slipped inside. 

This is the cutest thing I’ve seen in ages, Kuina thought. Maybe I should become a professional matchmaker. 

And then she froze. 

She froze because Chishiya didn’t close the door behind him. Instead, his eyes jumped over to where she was standing, looking at her squarely. 

Busted!

She gave him an awkward wave of her fingers. However, instead of scowling at her for meddling too much in his affairs, he gave her the briefest of nods - a small thank you for the world’s greatest wingwoman. 

#alice in borderland #chishiya #aib #kuina #imawa no kuni no arisu #chishiya x reader

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Solace in Solitude Ch 7

Eventual Emily Prentiss x reader warnings: language, alcohol, nicotine and weed consumption, mentions of trauma/death, nightmares & anxiety. Yup!! She is back y'all!! Let's just say I got very bored of writing for bingo, things are not very Christmasey around here so I decided to try and finish this entire thing by New Year's. Now, i doubt that'll happen, but i'm still aiming for a chapter per day meaning 4-5 more chapters by NYE which honestly is just under what I have planned for this series. I wanted this one to be better, I can't lie, but in the new year we will move on to a new series and it will be wonderful! Happy Holidays!!

Emily kept her braids in until the next time her hair needed to be washed, if you had said anything she would say it was purely out of convenience and nothing else. But she knew that she actually liked it, she felt as if a new style was something that would help her move on to a new phase of life, not to mention you were a wizard when it came to braiding her slowly growing bangs into the braids and keeping them off her face. A new, different look was her way of leaning into Valerie, making herself more comfortable with the idea of everything and sticking around Paris while she waited for it to all come to an end.

She finally had enough energy to get out of the apartment, making it down the block to the corner store to pick up a few things. You’d been working later and longer hours, mentioning something about picking up a new research project in passing one day (that or you were hiding at the hospital, she wasn’t entirely sure). Thanks to that, things around the apartment had started to get a little on the lacking side when it came to chores. Emily didn’t mind, she spent most of the time in her room anyway and she could always get food delivered. But she did feel a bit bad if she wasn’t contributing at all, especially considering the last time she washed her hair you wordlessly braided it without her even having to ask.

So she’d began using her daily out of the house walks to not only get some more energy and strength back, but to pick up a few things for the apartment. Some days it was food, others coffee and she’d taken up the habit of replacing the flowers in the living room whenever they started to wilt. It was another small change in her routine that was helping her feel more human once again and she was finally starting to get comfortable being outside and not being completely on edge the entire time. She used the time to start upping her profiling skills again, the city streets of Paris the perfect place to grab a cup of coffee and people watch. She didn’t really care if she was correct with her hypothesises, it got her brain working again and she felt bad whenever she caught herself profiling you at home.

That didn’t mean she couldn’t tell that you were getting more tired with each day that went by, mentally drained by living the life you hadn’t chosen. She knew that one all too well at this point. So she did her best to keep the apartment in order without overworking herself and keeping out of your way, which in the long run was benefitting her too.

Currently Emily was out on the balcony, her usual home for the time in the evenings when you overlapped and her second favourite place to people watch from. The sun had already began its decent, the sky painted with colours of teal and purple when she heard the door open and shut inside the apartment. Her eyes flicked to the cigarette in her hand, wondering if she should stub it out before you saw it but figured she was already ratted out by the scent wafting through the air, not to mention the half pack of butts in the ash tray. She took another drag of it, watching a family of three on the street below her, the girl in between her parents, a hand holding each of them as she skipped her way down the sidewalk and her lips curved up into a brief grin. The thought of setting out on a nice family adventure on a Friday night, her imagination took hold, ideas flowing through her brain about the multitude of places they could be headed.

She was broken out of the daydream by the sound of you quite literally kicking off your shoes and throwing your bag into your room. The tell tale sign of what she first thought was the fridge opening, the sound of ice cubes being dumped into a glass proving her wrong, that you’d gone for the freezer instead, the glug of the high end bourbon you’d stashed in the pantry flowing into her ears next. She thought the next sound would be the closing of your bedroom door as you disappeared for the night and nearly jumped when you stepped out onto the balcony beside her, swiping the back of cigarettes from the small table. It happened so fast she couldn’t even let out a noise of objection before you spoke, snagging the lit cigarette from practically between her lips.

“Give me that.” You muttered.

“I- hey!” She groaned, her brow furrowing when she looked up at you to find you using her smoke to light your own, the pack already back on the table.

Before she could fully process what was going on her cigarette was back between her fingers and you were dropping into the empty chair, a heavy sigh escaping your lips as you sunk even deeper into it. She let silence overtake the balcony so you could use the time to decompress, shift from your doctor self into your home self and no doubt relax a little bit. She finished her smoke, stubbing it out in the ash tray not long after you’d lit yours. She debated going back inside but felt like her skin was still itching, desperate for more nicotine so without even glancing in your direction she picked up the pack, pulling the lighter from her pocket to light a second one while she prepared for the nagging she was about to receive. Instead you simply took another drag, shoulders sagging as smoke slipped from your lips into the cooling night air.

“Nothing, really?” She couldn’t help herself, nearly laughing as she pocketed the lighter, “I thought you of all people would be coming out here to lecture me about the dangers of smoking.”

You let out a scoff of a laugh, “it’s fucking France, everyone smokes.” Your eyes flicked down to the ash tray and your lips curved into a frown, “I won’t lecture you but you might wanna slow down on how many you have per day.”

“Not exactly like I have much else to do.”

“Yeah well, find a hobby or something.” You took another drag, “there’s a bakery two streets over with the best stuff in the city. You could make your walks longer.”

“Hmm.” Emily replied, the acknowledgement that she had been leaving the house and helping out was all either of you needed to discuss on the matter. You weren’t in the mood to be the rule maker right now, that was very clear.

Silence took over the balcony once more and as much as she didn’t mean to, Emily’s eyes flickered over to you, examining your body language, her profiler gears turning. You looked even more mentally tired than you had the last time she’d seen you, not that there were bags under your eyes, but the look of utmost defeat within them. You sunk down so deep into the chair, pulling your legs up into it, curling around yourself as if to protect yourself from the outside world. Your gaze lingered on the skyline, not daring to dart down to the street where people occasionally milled below and every drag of the cigarette between your fingers was long, deep, like someone who desperately needed a more intense vice they hadn’t indulged in in years.

“Rough day?” She finally asked, her voice soft, quiet enough you could ignore it if you wanted to.

“Yeah.” You replied, flicking the ash off your smoke while you glanced down, sighing heavily. “Lost a patient.” Emily watched as your staring contest with the sky ended and your eyes flitted through the street beneath you, “little girl, couldn’t have been more than eight. Came in ‘cause she fell off her bike, complaining of arm pain, admitting doctor said she was wearing a helmet and the initial exam was clear. She was alert, talkative, just the cutest fucking thing, reminded me a lot of my sister at that age. We figured it was a broken arm and were waiting for the x-ray line up to clear up to confirm.” You took a heavy breath, a long drag of your smoke and Emily knew the twist was coming, “turned out the Dad was lying to Mom about the helmet, he didn’t want to get in trouble for not enforcing the rules, thought it didn’t matter that the poor girl bonked her head. We didn’t catch the brain bleed in time…” You trailed off, your eyes glassy as they returned to the sky.

“I’m so sorry…” Emily whispered and you shook your head,

“A family doesn’t come back from that. Guilt’ll eat you alive, Mom’ll likely never forgive Dad, he’ll go insane trying to right a wrong he can’t fix.”

“Can only hope he takes it out on himself and not someone else.” She muttered, shaking her own head and she instantly felt your eyes on her.

“You see a lot of that in your line of work?”

“Unfortunately, yeah.” She sighed, “something like today would be a stressor, it builds up higher and higher, fucks with your brain until you can’t take it anymore and it just sparks an explosion. He’s never gonna be able to look at another little girl on a bike again. He’ll see parents who let their kids ride without helmets as unfit, villains, could start lashing out towards them, likely verbally at first before a trigger hits. Could be divorce papers, could be the family ostracizing him, one month, six month, one year anniversary of her death, then he loses it…”

“Mmm.” In any other situation you would have been impressed by the way her brain worked, but right now all you were consumed by was grief, a weak laugh escaping through your lips as you should your head, “god we’re depressing.”

“At least you don’t have to sleep during the day.” She muttered and you let out a small laugh.

“We can adjust your meds again.” You replied before you glanced down to your smoke, your head titling before you looked up at Emily, “though there is something else we haven’t tried…. I mean, we’re already smoking.”

It took a moment for the realization to wash over her, her eyes widening when she realized what you were talking about, “is that legal here?” She whipped her phone out, hastily typing before she nearly shot you a glare, “no! It is not.”

“Oh don’t be a fucking narc,” you rolled your eyes, your voice quieting to not be overheard, “you’re not a fucking fed right now, and it’s fine if it’s medical.”

“That’s gotta be some kind of illegal abuse of your medical licence.”

“Yeah well… I wasn’t the one who shot some guy’s ear off for a threat.” You deadpanned and Emily choked on her words, grimacing as she settled back in her chair instead of trying to stop you as you stood, “a couple of puffs now, we’ll eat a late dinner, finish the joint and go to bed. If it helps you sleep, I’ll get you a prescription.”

“Fine.” She grumbled, willing to try anything at this point to get her back to a normal schedule, knowing that one day she was going to have to work through the day and sleep through the night again. She couldn’t keep this up forever.

*

You’d been the first to tap out, the exhaustion of a full work day on top of the glass of bourbon and weed, once your stomach was full, you were down for the count, saying goodnight and quickly heading to your bedroom. Emily felt fine, a little cloudy but relaxed, comforted almost and she knew it was probably not the greatest idea but she sipped on a glass of wine after you went to bed, feeling the night sink into the city. She thought nothing of it as she went through her normal nighttime routine, even though it was hours earlier, her eyes were drooping, it was at least time for a nap. She locked the balcony door behind her, washed the couple of dishes in the sink, filled up a glass of water and made sure the alarm was set. She washed her face, brushed her teeth and took whatever meds she normally did before bed and curled up under the blankets, letting out a soft sigh as she did so, sleep taking over much quicker than normal.

The major conflict being that Emily’s body was used to the new sleep schedule she’d implemented, the one that started at dawn and went ‘til dusk. Meaning it had been roughly twelve hours, not twenty four since she’d last taken her meds and even with the added weed, she’d only been awake four hours by the time you got home, there was no way it was actually bedtime for her. She could practically feel herself tossing and turning, her mind racing as images began to plague her dreams.

Though this time it wasn’t just Ian, they were at the villa, there was a weird haze over the entire thing but she was playing with Declan, wide smile on her face as he laughed while she chased him around. At first she looked like Lauren; Declan was as small as she remembered until Ian showed up and a darkness enveloped the room. She could feel her heart pounding, a gasp escaping her lips as she frantically looked around for the boy who was suddenly nowhere to be seen. Unlike the last nightmare this time it was as if she was having an out of body experience, watching the entire thing like it was a movie. She watched the fear spread across her own face as her hair darkened, became straighter, bruises started to purple up on her skin as Ian laughed at her.

“You’ll never find him. You’ll never be able to protect him.” He jeered, “he’s my boy after all. You gave up that chance, didn’t you?”

Blood started to stain her shirt, forming a circle on her lower abdomen before she let out a groan, hands shooting to the wound, trying to hold it together as red streaks began to drip down her clothing. She couldn’t help but collapse to her knees, choking on her own breath as she tried to speak, desperate to find the boy before he did.

“Declan….” She cried out.

Instead of his perfect blue eyes popping up from behind the couch, Ian’s hand wrapped around her throat, forcing her face up to his.

“He is my son.” He spat, “and nothing, not even you, will keep me from him.”

“Please!”

“Em!” A voice rang out, a hand closed around her shoulder and she could see it, the bodyless limb in her nightmare as she continued to sob. She felt like she was going to throw up, “Emily!” It repeated, this time louder, “hey! Wake up!” Her vision began to spin, blurring as the scene in front of her slowly vanished and suddenly she was jolted into her Parisian bedroom, the nightstand light on, casting a glow though the room and she realized it was your voice that was soothing her. “Hey… I’m here.. it’s okay.” You assured her, watching the way she slowly blinked to life, her chest heaving as her eyes darted around the room and she instantly shot up, shuffling back on the bed as if she was about to be hit.

“I-“ she struggled to find the words, her eyes flicking from each spot of the room that was a little too dark for comfort to the window, making sure it was shut before she felt your hand on hers, your thumb soothing across the back of it.

“You’re okay.” You repeated, “he doesn’t know where you are. You’re safe, I promise.”

She took a moment, calming her heavy breaths, not even bothering to wipe the tears away as she fought against every instinct in her to run out of the room right then. Grounding herself by the warmth of your hand on hers, the weight of your body next to her on the bed, knowing that this was reality, not the scene in her head moments prior. Once you could tell she was back on earth your free hand reached out to the nightstand, flicking through her pill bottles until you found the anti anxiety, twisting it open to hand her one.

“Here.” She took it from you, popping it under her tongue and waiting for it to dissolve. “You’ll feel better in a bit, get some rest.” You began to shift from the bed, knowing how much she hated when you even attempted to coddle her and she let out an uncharacteristic whimper, her hand instantly tightening in yours.

“Wait!” You were halfway standing when you turned back to her, frowning at the tears blurring in her eyes, “stay… please? Just for now.”

“Okay.” You shot her a weak smile, shifting back onto the bed, your heart sinking at the way the tears were still leaking over her cheeks, the way her body would occasionally shake in fear. Whatever tonight’s nightmare had been about was clearly affecting her more than the last one. You adjusted the blankets, making sure they were wrapped around her, and covering you enough you wouldn’t get cold and you were taken aback at the way she nearly collapsed against you, holding onto you as if you were the only thing keeping her from slipping back into another nightmare. “Hey…” you squeezed at her softly, “talk to me… please.”

“Thought you weren’t a shrink.” She bit back and you let out a huff.

“I know the basics, and you need to talk. You need someone right now and I’m the one that’s here, so let me be what you need, even if you hate it.” You felt the vibration of her grumble against you, your free hand soothing up and down her back, “wanna maybe start with who Declan is?”

Emily tensed in your arms, unaware that you’d heard that much, wondering just how much she was willing to share tonight before she let out a shuddering breath, “Doyle’s son.”

“Just… his…?” You asked cautiously and she let out another wavery huff.

“Yes.” Her hand reached up to wipe away a stray tear, “my job was to seduce him, but I mean, I was careful. I even slept with him and I don’t do that.”

“Well even I know sleeping with an international terrorist isn’t likely a good idea.” You muttered back.

“I meant men.” She replied and you almost stiffened beside her.

“Oh…”

Silence filled the room once again as she continued to try to calm her thudding heart, the medicine you’d given her slowly coursing through her veins.

“My job was to keep Declan safe, even afterwards. That’s why I moved to D.C, not because of the BAU, but because it was close to him. I thought I was safe for so long after Doyle was arrested, that things were fine, that he’d never find us again but I was wrong. If he managed to break out of prison, find me and completely destroy me… again… what’s stopping him now?” She took a shuddering breath and your arms tightened around her.

“He thinks you’re dead.” You whispered softly, “even if he hacks into Boston hospital records, that’s what he’ll find.”

“I just want to feel safe.” She sniffled again and you held back the instinct to wipe the new tear away, not wanting to end this chapter of her feeling comfortable talking to you, feeling vulnerable with you. “I knew he wanted to kill me, that he wanted me dead and I had the upper hand and didn’t take it. I died.  I actually died in the ambulance and all I felt was… cold.. and darkness… that can’t be it.” Her hand clutched at your shirt again, “that can’t be the end…”

“It wasn’t.” You assured her softy, your hand slowly rubbing up and down her back, “and it won’t be. You deserve so much more than that, okay?”

“I just want to forget him.”

“I know.”

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#emily prentiss #criminal minds #emily prentiss x reader #solace in solitude #lauren reynolds #emily prentiss fanfic #emily prentiss series

[blurbios]

Being Dabi’s Doting S/O (Part 2)

cw: none

other: gn! reader, fluff

follow up to this

As odd as it still felt when Dabi thought about it, he had gotten used to you caring for him. The mission Shigaraki had sent him on was a long and tedious one, no intense fighting, but tiring nonetheless. He was absolutely exhausted, the only thing that kept him going was the thought of seeing you light up when he walked through the door. Nobody told you that Dabi was coming home that night, so you were sitting in bed, typing out an essay for some random college kid that commissioned you. You started writing papers as a side hustle after having met the league so that you could help keep the lights on in the place. You were nearly finished when you heard the doorknob turning. “Ah, you’re home! Nobody told me, I’m sorry. Should I run you a bath? Did you eat?” You rambled on and on as he walked closer to you, visibly fatigued. He sat on the edge of the bed and leaned back, you quickly moved the laptop from your lap, careful not to delete your hard work. 

“I missed you.” He looked up at you, his head now resting on your thighs.

“I missed you too Dabi, I’m glad you’re back.” You ran your fingers through his messy hair. “How bad was it? Because I’ll fight Shiggy, I don’t care.” You hated seeing him look so drained.

“You don’t have to do that, it wasn’t bad. It just took too long, don’t worry.” He laughed a bit at the thought of you actually confronting Tomura. 

“I always worry, you know that.” You smiled down at him, taking a second to take in what was happening. Not one sarcastic remark, not one hand swat, he was nothing but genuine. He brought your free hand to his lips and placed a gentle kiss on each individual digit, you could feel the smile on his lips as he did so.

“I love you, y/n.” he said looking up at you admiring your features. He still had a hard time saying it, but he couldn’t believe that you were his. 

“I thought I was supposed to be the mushy one.” You joked. 

“Maybe you’re rubbing off on me too much.” He retorted like normal. He sat up and turned toward you, taking your hands in his. “Sometimes I think you’re too good for me.” You raised an eyebrow, taken aback by the sudden sincerity. “You’re so caring and kind, you shouldn’t be around people in the league, people like me.” His eyes dropped as he felt a bit ashamed. 

“If you really think all those things, you have to tell me what I can do to make those thoughts fade.” You removed your hands from his grasp and placed them on either side of his face. “I love you, Dabi. I want you to realize that you deserve good things too.” You inched closer to his face, so he had to look at you. “I mean it, I love you, more than anything.” He leaned forward to press his lips gently to yours. You both felt heat growing in your cheeks. You felt the familiar sensation of butterflies in your stomach, the same feeling as when you had first confessed to him. He leaned all his weight on you causing you to lay down. You wrapped your arms around him as he laid on top of you. 

“Maybe I am rubbing off on you too much.” You laughed. It was nice having the tables turned, him clinging to you instead of the norm. 

“I’m so lucky to have you.” He spoke lightly into your hair as he nuzzled closer. 

“And I’m even luckier.” You placed a soft kiss on his temple. You felt so lucky that he felt comfortable with you, comfortable enough to seek you out and rest his whole weight on you, comfortable enough to be vulnerable with you, and comfortable enough to show that he loves you. You were used to him doing little things, silent gestures of love, but this was new and it made you feel treasured. After all, you were his treasure, the treasure that he was lucky enough to stumble upon, and the treasure that he would never ever let go of.

a/n: i dont think every league member is gonna get a part two, but this popped in my head and i knew i had to do it. aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh thank y’all for enjoying these lil stories i write btw makes me happy xx

#mha dabi #dabi my hero academia #dabi x you #dabi x reader #touya todoroki #dabi fluff #dabi mha #dabi x y/n #mha imagines #dabi headcanons #league of villains #league of villians x reader #dabi imagine #todoroki touya #bnha x gn!reader #fluff

[ellaenchanting]

Hypnovember 2023 Master Post.

This year was my 5th Hypnovember! To be honest, it felt particularly hard-fought since I had a lot of life stuff happening in the background this month. (Nothing traumatic, don't worry.) Still, I managed to write about 10,803 words, record almost 50 minutes of audio, and pay tribute to a lovely friend. I'm likely not doing daily prompts next year but I'm glad I ran this marathon one more time. 5 years is a respectable amount of time to do anything so- I'm proud of myself.

Everything I wrote/created is below! Use these icons to find what looks interesting to you:

Icons- 📰- story 🔊- audio ✅-recommendation list ⭐-Ella's favorites 😍- romantic 🌈- queer 😴- regular ole’ hypnosis 🛀- brainwashing and/or hypnotist in a tub 👻- spooky ❓- bad or reeeally questionable consent  👨‍🔬 -science! 🤪 -crackfic #-#sceneideas 😭-feeeels  🦄 -mythological creatures   🔥 -explicitly sexy  🔁 switchy switches 😵‍ -intelligence play  🫥-amnesia 🏴‍☠️- Our Flag Means Death fanfic ☕- comfort 🤏-tiny fic 💌-poem 🚫- denial or teasing 🪞-autobiographical or contains autobiographical elements 🧲 old timey mesmerism

Day 1: Dazed 🔊⭐😴

File description: One Take Wonder induction designed to remind you that going into trance isn't difficult at all.

It's OK.

Just drift.

Day 2: Brain Drain M/m(/m) 📰 😴 🌈😍 🔁🏴‍☠️☕

Choice quote: "Izzy grinned too, feeling oddly proud to be trusted with this quiet moment. He and Ed had never been conventional. Maybe it was OK that Ed and Stede weren't either."

Day 3: Coils (Author/you) 📰 😴 🤏☕

Choice quote: "When I say 'my words coil around you', it IMPLIES control but what it really gives is permission. "

Day 4: Denial 🔊😴🔥🚫

File description: "Denial. That's it. That's all the description you get."

Fun fact: Unless you want spoilers- then head over here

Day 5: Maid (The author/you) 📰 🤏🛀

Choice Quote: "What if you could clean your home and clean your mind at the same time? "

Day 6: Soul Contract (Being/supplicant) 📰 🤏🦄🤪

Choice quote: "So- you say you'll give me your free will?"

Fun fact: This is secretly Good Omens fanfic about Aziraphale (with the serial numbers filed off).

Day 7: Repetition is Hypnotic 🔊👨‍🔬

File description: "Repetition is Hypnotic- what it says on the tin"

Day 8: Addicted (M/f) 📰 ⭐❓😭🛀🪞

Choice quote: "It felt like being owned. It felt like love. Then just as surely as the flood started- it stopped."

Fun fact: This was NOT a fun story to write, partially because it dug up some of my and my friends' worst experiences. I'm glad it's been helpful for some people who have been in some really bad situations, though- I'm hope I did you all justice. You (and we all) deserve so much more than this.

Day 9: Erased (?/f) 💌🛀

Choice quote: "That had all been/Erased"

Day 10: Confidence (F/f) 📰😴🌈🫥❓😍🤪🧲

Choice quote: "'No,' interrupted the young mesmerist. 'I mean- I know this is quite unusual but- I find myself quite fond of you, Harriet.'

Day 11: Attitude Adjustment/IQ Reduced (M/f) 📰⭐😴😍😵‍#🔥

Choice quote: "'That's good, honey,' he encouraged. 'You don't need to think right now. I've got all your bigger thoughts for safekeeping.'"

Day 12: Hyperfocus (The author/you) 📰😴🤏👨‍🔬

Choice quote: "I know you can focus, but can you HYPERfocus?"

Day 13: Smile (Being/f) 📰🤏👻🦄

Choice quote: "It made her smile."

Day 14: Impossibly Deep (Person/person) 📰🤏❓🛀🫥#

Choice quote: "'Not possible to be this deep, isn't that right?'

'Mmmm not possible. Too deep.'"

Day 15: Shatter 🔊👨‍🔬🛀

File description: Just a quick loopable file with a nice "shatter" mantra

Day 16: Sex Obsessed ✅🌈

Fun fact: Recommendation list of my favorite content from my friend @sex-obsessed-lesbian

Day 17: Corrupted (M/f) 📰⭐🤏❓🔥#

Choice quote: "'I can give you what you want," he said, silkily. "All the submission. All the pleasure. Everything you've been dreaming of...All you need to give me in return,' he continued, 'is your 'no'".

Day 18: Pet 🔊☕😴

File description: I'm a bit sick so- did some nice self hypnosis around the idea of being pet.

Day 19: Elevator (F/f) 📰😴🔁#

Choice quote: "Have you ever ridden the Tower of Terror at Disney World?" Ivy asked.

Day 20: Transformation 🪞⭐

Choice quote: "She didn't know that something could be both campy playacting and extremely real at the same time-the feelings, the bonding, the lingering effects-all of it."

Day 21: Forget 🔊🤪🫥👨‍🔬

File description: "Similar to the style of Samsung's website that helps you forget TV series you've watched, this file is designed to help you forget all of my Hypnovember content for this year- so you can experience it again for the first time!"

Day 22: Hypnotic Hands (F/f) 📰😴#🌈

Choice quote: "But mistress could make anything hypnotic. And today she had made HER hands hypnotic too."

Day 23: ...And Back Down 💌😴😭

Choice quote: "...And back down"

Day 24: Ready to Play (F/m) 📰😴#🪞🛀🚫

Choice quote: "The slight curve of her lip indicated she had something in mind but- had it started?"

Day 25: At Peace (Being/f) 📰🤏👻🦄

Choice quote: "It was useless to fight against it- although in the beginning she had tried."

Day 26: Shadows (F/f) 📰🌈🚫🛀

Choice quote: "Those shadows of her former self were still there- they helped make her who she was now. Who she was now, though, was happy."

Day 27: Shiny (F/m)📰🤏#😴🛀

Choice quote: "The leather boots weren't 'shiny, shiny' like in the song, but it didn't matter. "

Day 28: Workout (F/f) 📰⭐🛀🚫🔥🌈#

Choice quote: "'I'm going to challenge you a bit today, ok?' she says. 'Are you ready for that?'"

Day 29: Wholesome (The author/you) 📰⭐😂😴☕🪞

Choice quote: "It means something to us, and thus it has meaning"

Day 30: You Win (F/nb)📰😂😍😴☕

Choice quote: "'Hmph,' they responded, grumpily. 'I know what you're doing.'"

I'm entirely a hobbyist content creator and work primarily for feedback and belly rubs. :) (I do take tips on Ko-fi though if you're feeling generous!) If you liked anything I made this month, I'd be really really delighted to hear about it. Hell, I'm delighted to hear constructive criticism as well- anything to know this isn't all going to into a void somewhere. Reblogs are also very much appreciated.

That being said- here are a few people in particular I want to thank for your encouragement, your inspiration, your cheerleading, or just generally for helping get me through the month- @thekinkycocktailclub @mentat101posts @jam-and-stuff @linnybeenaughty @sex-obsessed-lesbian @theleeallure @tennfan2 @spiralturquoise @daja-the-hypnokitten @misscammiedawn @royb8772 @hypno-potion @hypno-sandwich @wellgnawed @redriotwest @egur19 @mozart32 @mys-oleander @sleepwithgiggli @telephonetrance @dommestic @subbypuppy (I know I'm leaving a bunch of people off so- I apologize if I am and know I still appreciate you a lot.)

Extra special shoutout to @emptyofbrains2 who has not only given me lots of great feedback but has also written a lot of her own great stuff this past month. Check out her Tumblr if you haven't already!

Stay tuned to this space for- whatever it is the future holds. :) I'm excited- I hope you are too.

Thanks y'all :)

#hypnovember #hypnovember 2023 #master post #dark sapphic magic #my writings #my audios

[melonba11s]

could you write something where mc and ren try to fool around when strade isn't home? 👀

Fic 6 of 31! As you requested!

I added bits of my own flair to hit, hopefully you still like it!

Contains: Ren, MC, Strade, MC/Ren, Gender Neutral MC, Oral, Knot, mild violence

Ren being a beastkin meant a lot more than cleaning his fur out of the shower drain and being careful of his claws when sitting next to him while he watched his anime. A few months after you had first started living with him and Strade, it had happened. Ren had gone into heat. 

At first he was just “grumpy” as Strade put it. He didn’t want to be touched much, he was isolating himself. Then you had first found him staring intently at Strade, whimpering. Strade just stayed watching his show, but you could tell from the grin he was barely fighting down that he knew what Ren wanted. It had been days since then, with Strade either ignoring Ren, or telling him “later” if Ren actually began to beg. He was enjoying winding up the fox. 

Now you were sitting on the other side of the couch from Ren, who was just staring at the clock, his tail thumping. Strade was gone, and you could tell Ren was thinking of a million different ways he could try and convince Strade to finally give him the release he craved. 

“Hey, Uh… Ren?” you finally spoke up, your face was already turning red knowing what you were about to offer. You just felt bad for him, was all… 

“Yeah…” Ren’s voice was quiet, and there was a growl to it. Not hostile, just… needy. 

“Uhm… Do you want me to help you?” Silence hung in the air for only about half a second, before Ren was sitting up. 

“Y-Yeah, please. I… I’ve just been used to only having Strade around- You’ve been so nice to me- I didn’t want to force you but if you’re gonna offer” He was stammering, pushing his pants down. He must have been really holding himself back. 

You made yourself cozy on the floor, between his legs as Ren freed his aching erection. Thankfully he wasn’t super disproportionate down there.

 He was about average size, it wouldn’t be too difficult to suck him off. It was kind of cute, actually. He had a patch of fur at the base, and out of curiosity more than anything you ran your fingers through it. It’s softness calmed you down a little, as you leaned in to begin your volunteer work. 

Running your tongue under the side of it first, then over the head, you could hear Ren gasping his hands running through your hair. You flinched a bit as his claws nicked your scalp, but it didn’t feel like it was deep enough to draw blood. 

“Sorry… I don’t think I can hold back.” You didn’t have time to even look at him in confusion before he pulled your head all the way down. In shock, you choked, not expecting the entire length of his cock to be shoved down your throat so soon. 

It took a bit of time to adjust to it, but eventually you were able to control your gag reflex and even attempt to give him dopey “fuck me” eyes, hoping it’d help him along faster as he thrusted into your mouth. 

It seemed to be working… His growls were getting a little higher pitched, he was panting, it felt like his cock was beginning to swell a little. 

His knot was beginning to inflate, his hips stuttering to keep it inside. Realizing what this meant, you tried to pull yourself back to warn Ren, ask him not too. But he gave a particularly loud howl as he pulled your head back down, your nose buried in that soft pubic fur. 

His knot expanded quickly now as you felt his cum hit the back of your throat, triggering your gag reflex again for a moment before you swallowed it down. Your mouth was stretched open uncomfortably wide, and you quickly shot Ren a glare. 

Now he’d done it. You gave an experimental tug back of your head, only to find it was downright painful to get your teeth over it. In turn, Ren gave a small yip of pain, jumping a little, as if he had forgotten you were a real living person he had been treating like a fleshlight. 

If you were both stuck… That just meant there was a good chance that Strade was going to find you both like this. And they say if you speak of the devil, he will appear. 

“Oi! You two getting along?” The door slammed open and closed as Strade came in, back from whatever he had left the house to do. You could only hear him right now, his German accent caused a small lilt in his voice. His footsteps were getting closer, and you again gave a futile tug of your head, trying to pull yourself off before Strade found you. Ren whined in pain as you tried, he looked just as nervous though. 

“What's with the noise buddy? You hurt or something?” Strade appeared in the living room, lighting up one of his cigars. He must have had a good day, he usually only smokes when he has a good day. Maybe that meant a better outcome for you two. 

Strade’s expression was unreadable for a moment as he took in the situation, puffing on his cigar for a few seconds before his face split into a wide grin. 

“Aha! Finally grew the balls to play with the new toy, Ren?” Strade flopped down onto the couch, pulling Ren in and giving him a rough hair ruffling. His gaze fell on you now. Your jaw was starting to ache from staying open, and you gave a muffled whine, begging Strade to do something. 

“Aaah, are you stuck?” Strade had a look of fake sympathy on his face, “I guess your cute little mouth wasn’t up to the task, huh? Don’t worry, Buddy. I can help you out.” Your face lit up, wondering what Strade was going to do- 

He had taken the cigar out of his mouth, and was pointing the lit end at you. The dried tobacco inside was visible, curling and smoldering away into orange embers. And it was getting closer. 

You gave an involuntary shriek, jerking back on instinct. Ren hissed in pain, and a glance towards him showed you that Strade had wrapped an arm around Ren tightly, locking his arms in place. 

So it was either stay stuck and get a nasty burn, or… You braced yourself, glancing over at the cigar as it came closer, before pulling yourself back as much as you could. It sent a burning pain down your jaw, it felt like the muscles in it were being torn slowly. Ren wasn’t faring much better, now letting out sobs of pain.

“Strade!! Stop! They’re gonna tear it off!!” He was in hysterics, but it was doing its part in helping his knot deflate it seemed. You were jolted to the present though as you felt a searing pain on your cheek. Your own screech of pain joined Ren’s as you felt the tip of the cigar begin to press into your skin, throwing yourself back from it. 

There was a sickening pop as you flew backwards, and then a ringing in your ears as your skull hit the floor. You let out a gasp, grateful for fresh air, before feeling up around your jaw. It wasn’t dislocated, a fucking miracle it seemed. 

Ren was sobbing quietly now, still held against Strades side as Strade tugged the fox’s pants back up, making him decent again. 

You apprehensively touched the burn on your cheek… It wasn't serious, though a little sticky. He must not have pressed it into your skin enough to leave a bad burn. 

You watched as Strade put his cigar back in his mouth, now turning on the TV. Just like that, he was acting normal again, as if nothing had happened. He was even humming a little as he flicked through the channels. 

“So, do you two want chinese for dinner?”

#boyfriend to death #strade #btd fanfic #boyfriend to death fanfic #boyfriend to death 2 #strade btd #ren hana btd #ren btd #ren boyfriend to death #ren btd fanfic #melons july ficfest

[annie-creates]

Out like a light

Pairing: Lady Lesso x werewolf reader

Genre: fluff

Words: 1000

Note: I loved writing this, hope there's enough fluff for you my love. Sorry for making you wait for it but I hope you'll like it.

You felt the upcoming full moon in your aching bones. You didn’t always have a bad reaction to it, sometimes the transformations hurt more, sometimes less. But as you walked around the school for evil teaching class after class, you knew tonight is not gonna be an easy night. Still you pushed through, already being used to this never ending cycle of pain and power. You made it into your own little ritual. You’d leave the castle after dinner, making sure to eat and drink enough to have the strength needed for your transformation. Then you’d wait for the moon to fully come out, running into the woods and draining your energy. After a few hours you’d come home and go to sleep.

You planned to do the same tonight. As you approached the dinning hall with your girlfriend by your side, you gave her a little kiss assuring her you’ll be fine tonight and she doesn’t have to wait for you. You ate and went out to get a head start. As you navigated the woods behind school watching the moon over the tree crowns, the scenery seemed quite peaceful. You’d even enjoy it if it wasn’t for your aching bones and throbbing head signaling your body is more than ready to take the form of your beast.

You fell to your knees, slowly transforming into the large grey wolf that was your other half. It took longer than usual tonight and was extremely painful, so you were left just breathing and resting for a minute to collect yourself. But as you picked yourself up from the ground to your four strong paws, you ran. Your distance and speed were unlimited, and you found yourself enjoying the wind in your face and cracking branches under your weight. Many found being in the wolf form restricting, but to you it was freedom.

You came back to the castle long after midnight, your claws screeching on the stoned floors. You were well aware Leonora hated it when you came back to the room still in your werewolf form leaving dirt everywhere, but considering how today’s transformation went, you didn’t wanna experience it again in the cold and darkness of the forest. You noticed the light in the room still on and as you stepped in, you found your girlfriend in her favorite armchair by the fireplace reading a book. Her questioning eyes met your apologetic ones as you started to transform back into human with your wolf cries turning into pained grunts.

Leonora wrapped your slouched form in a warm blanket lightly caressing your hair. She has seen many of your transformations both ways, the good ones and the bad ones, so she already had a pretty good idea about what hurts you, what kind of treatment you're willing to get and what kind of touches are forbidden. As you had your own little ritual for the full moon nights, she prepared one of her own, taking note of all the things she can do to make you feel better.

“I’ll get the bath ready, alright?” she offered and you answered with a little nod.

After she made sure you’ll be alright for the couple minutes, she went to the bathroom to prepare your favorite lotions and bubble bath. Leonora made sure the water is just the right temperature to relax your aching tense muscles and even lit up a few candles with the scents you liked. She turned the light down a bit, well aware you’re sensitive to sensory perceptions after your wolfing episodes.

“Honey the bath is ready.” She came back to help you into the tub, carefully letting you sit down in it. “How was your night?” it was a simple question; you knew you didn’t have to speak but she gave you the option to. And for a long time you didn’t.

“It was nice. The transforming – not so much.” You answered after some prolonged minutes in which she just gently washed your body. You were slowly coming back to her not only in the body but also in your head.

“I’m sorry baby. But we’ll make it alright.” She promised and caressed your shoulder knowing kisses weren’t welcomed now. “Can I wash your hair?” such big intervention needed permission first and she was willing to wait to get it.

“Yea.” You nodded and tilted your head back to make the job easier for her.

By the time you were done in the bathtub you were finally responsive and back to yourself, feeling every aching bone and pulled muscle. Leonora wrapped you in a fluffy bathrobe doing a basic hair and care routine with you until you were all done and cleaned up ready to go to bed. And that’s where you went, burring yourself in a pile of duvets and comfy blankets. Leonora observed you with nothing but love in her eyes as the only light she left on was the lamp at her bedside table.

“Do you wanna go to sleep?” she offered seeing as it would be more than reasonable at this hour.

“Not yet. Can you read me from your book?” you begged her placing your head on her shoulder as she picked up the book she was reading before you came back.

“It’s not an interesting book.” She warned you.

“I don’t care, I love your voice.” That and you loved the beating of her heart and movement of breath under your ear.

“Okay.” Leonora shrugged and started reading with you in her arms, but your silence didn’t last long.

“Can you do the thing with your hands?” you asked, pleading eyes boring into hers.

“You mean this?” with a genuine smile Leonora started to draw gentle slow circles on your back, lightly scratching you with her fingernails.

“Yes.” You closed your eyes in bliss purring in satisfaction.

It didn’t take you long to fall asleep after that. In the arms of your one true love you were out like a light.

#lady lesso x reader #lady lesso fluff #lady lesso #lady leonora lesso #lady leonora lesso x reader #leonora lesso #leonora lesso x reader #the school for good and evil #school for good and evil #tsfgae #sge #fanfiction #fanfic

[elspethdekarios]

Faerûnian 29 Day Writing Challenge: Day 11

A little late on this, but I'm such a sucker for a bath scene.

Slightly NSFW - Nothing explicit, brief mentions of nudity

Feb 11. Taking a bath together

Gale x Female OC

(At a lovely inn halfway between Baldur’s Gate and Waterdeep. Gale and Elspeth have stopped to stay the night, splurging on a nice suite.)

Candlelight flickers across the table, plates picked clean and goblets drained. It’s the best meal they’ve had since being kidnapped by the Nautiloid. 

“So,” El says, hand resting on her full belly, “is this our official first date?”

Gale smiles at her.

“I suppose it is. But–I want to do it properly when we get to Waterdeep. Like we talked about in Rivington, remember?”

“I do. Hundur sauce and all.”

“You’ll love it,” he says. “And you’ll love Tara, too. I know she can be a bit… protective over me. But she’ll warm up to you, once she sees how deeply you care for me. It’s all she’s ever wanted for me.”

His eyes get a bit watery at that statement. The immense amount of awe he has for Elspeth can hardly be contained. He looks at her like she’s the entire universe.

“I can’t wait to get there,” El responds. “To see it in person. To see how your cooking skills in a kitchen compare to that of over a campfire.”

“Prepare to be impressed,” he smirks. 

A waiter comes to the table and stacks the dishes in midair with a flick of their hand. “Anything else for the lovely couple?”

“No, thank you,” El says, pulling out her coin purse.

“Oh, no–it’s on the house,” the waiter says. “Word gets around. We know you’re the heroes of Baldur’s Gate! The heroes of Faerûn!”

“Are you sure?” she asks. “I have gold–at least let me tip you.”

The waiter shakes their head as they walk away, dishes floating beside them.

“You’ve already saved our lives. Thank you, thank you both.”

Elspeth looks at Gale with raised eyebrows. He looks just as taken aback.

“Can’t say I’ve ever had that happen before,” he says as they get up from the table. The inn isn’t crowded, but they can feel the eyes and excited whispers of the patrons around the room. El puts a handful of coins down for the staff despite their protests.

“I think I’m going to write to Karlach,” El says. Ever since Wyll took Karlach back to Avernus, Elspeth hasn’t been able to shake a sense of complicated guilt. Karlach didn’t want to go back, but she didn’t want to die either. At least this way, they can work on a fix for her engine–a topic that has passed many of the hours of Elspeth and Gale’s journey to Waterdeep. Gale plans to do extensive research into infernal materials when they get there.

“Send her my love,” he says as they approach the stairs. “You know what? I noticed the barkeep’s extensive spirit selection earlier. How about I grab us a nightcap? Ever had Waterdhavian whiskey?” 

“Can’t say I have.”

“Well, maybe you shall try it tonight, if they have it. You go ahead. I’ll be up shortly.” He kisses her before they part.

Elspeth sits at the intricately-carved desk in their suite, quill in hand, now on page three of her letter to Karlach. She has no idea how much time has passed, but Gale still isn’t back, so it can’t have been terribly long. Her hand is starting to hurt–she hasn’t written much in the past few months. Rolling and massaging her wrist, she rises from the desk with a stretch and plops down on the bed. This is the softest mattress she’s felt in months. The Elfsong’s beds weren’t bad, not at all, but this one feels like floating on clouds, all the tension in her back fading away as she melts into the pristine white duvet. The suite is large, and includes a living area at the entrance, a small hallway leading to a magnificent bathroom, and the bedroom. The windows are draped with sheer lilac curtains that almost sparkle in the moonlight. Every piece of soft furniture is white, and all the wood is a dark-stained oak, most containing beautiful patterned carvings like that on the desk. The sheets are lined with a purple silk, the same material as the canopy that drapes around the four-poster bed. It reminds her of the bed Gale conjured up during their first night together, and she smiles.

“Hello,” she hears an uncanny Gale-like voice say. “I’m here on behalf of Gale of Waterdeep.”

Gale’s projection glows violet in front of her.

“Hello. Where is Gale?”

“That is precisely the reason I am here. He would like me to inform you of a most splendid surprise that he has been preparing, and apologizes for the delay in his return. Please meet him in the suite bathroom at your earliest convenience.”

“The bathroom?” El repeats.

“Yes. The bathroom.”

“Okay,” she says to the specter. “Thank you.”

“You are most welcome,” says Fake-Gale before disappearing from sight, leaving a faint glow in its place. 

Elspeth smiles to herself and shakes her head at Gale’s grandiose gestures. Leave it to Gale to send an astral projection of himself to deliver a message to the next room over. He’s over the top in every sense of the phrase, and she wouldn’t change a thing.

As El approaches the bathroom down the hall, the air becomes humid and warm, clouds of steam spilling from beneath the door. Inside, the steam envelops her in a cloud of lavender, warm like a blanket fresh from a hearth. Through the fog, she is reflected by two large, silver filigree-framed mirrors on either side of the room, each next to a marble washing bowl and cabinet. Soft music plays from an enchanted lyre. There are candles burning, their flame a blurred light in the mist. An enormous clawfoot tub of sterling takes up the majority of the far wall, an arched window above it, where the moonlight shines perfectly onto the bath, and upon Gale’s face within it.

He is sunken up to his neck, his head resting on the edge, his eyes closed. Soapy foam floats on the surface, some sticking to his beard.

“I’ve been dreaming of this since the day we fell out of that nautiloid,” he says when the door clicks shut behind her. “Gods, there are few things as pleasurable as soaking one’s tired limbs in a hot bath.”

“I can think of a few,” she says as she steps closer, perching on the edge of the tub. He pulls his hand out of the water, taking hers. His skin is steaming hot against her cold fingers.

“As can I.”

“So the whiskey was just a ruse?” she teases, scooping up a dollop of bubbles on her finger and flicking it at him.

“Only partly,” he laughs, and reaches behind him to a stool with a bottle, a bucket of ice, and two glasses. He pours them both a drink, and they gently clink their glasses together in cheers. 

After a sip, Elspeth places her glass on the stool and begins unbuttoning her pale pink robe. Gale watches her, slowly sipping his whiskey. She shrugs the robe off her shoulders and it falls to the ground. She does the same with her linen slip, sliding the straps off and exposing her bare breasts before letting it fall on top of the robe. At the sight of her in only her bottoms, Gale reaches out a hand and hooks his thumb under the waistband, pulling them down on the side before she slides them down her legs. She steps out of them and into the bath.

He’s right. There are few things as pleasurable as the weightlessness of a bath, especially after traversing half the continent and sleeping on a bedroll for months. She lets out a sigh before settling in opposite him. He hands her the whiskey glass again. Under the water, his legs rest on either side of her body. She stretches out her legs on top of his, his free hand caressing down her calf, her ankle, her foot, and back up again before resting on her knee.

“Finish your letter?” he asks.

“Not yet,” she says, taking a sip of her drink. “I want to get my feelings out, but I don’t want her to feel burdened by them. I just want her to know I’m thinking about her constantly. I wish we could just sit and have a chat whenever we wanted to, like we’ve been able to until now.” Another sip. “I have so much to say. I wish I could say it in person.”

“You will one day.”

“I know.”

“We’ll find a fix. If I can’t find it, I have connections in Waterdeep, and you in Baldur’s Gate. Dammon is still searching, too. We’ll find something.”

El nods solemnly.

“I’ll do everything I possibly can,” he says, giving her knee a quick squeeze. “I swear it. Together, we’ll figure it out. We always do.”

“I have to believe that,” she declares to herself mostly, leaning back to rest her head on the lip of the tub. 

“Look at what we just did, El,” Gale says with his usual excitement and ambition. “Defeated an army. Defeated the Elder Brain. Saved the world–quite literally.”

He leans forward and looks deeply into her eyes. The bottom half of his hair is wet, and it clings to his neck and shoulders.

“If we can do all of that and live to tell the tale, we can certainly fix Karlach’s heart. I’m sure of it.”

Their bodies meet in the middle of the tub and Elspeth kisses him softly.

“Trust me,” he whispers into her ear.

“I do,” she breathes. “I’d trust you with the entire world.”

Gale grabs her drink and places their empty glasses outside of the tub before laying back and pulling her into him, soapy water sloshing with the weight of their bodies. Elspeth shivers at the cool air touching her wet skin.

“Are you chilly?” Gale asks. “The heat’s evaporated a bit.”

She nods and settles her head into his chest.

“Oh dear, we can’t have the hero of Baldur’s Gate catching a cold, can we?”

After giggling and rolling her eyes, El sees Gale’s hands glowing bright orange, and feels the water gradually getting hot again.

“Is this what they teach you in wizard school?”

“No,” he laughs. “No, I figured this one out on my own.” 

Gale pulls her into him, needing to feel closer than physically possible. The way they bond together in the Weave is the only way that urge to feel transfused into each other can be scratched. 

“Crushing… me…” El struggles to spit out the words as her face is squished more and more into his chest. He gives one more good squeeze before loosening his grip.

“Sorry.”

They take turns washing each others’ hair–first El, squeezing behind him in the tub, dipping his head into the water before massaging his scalp with shampoo from one of the fancy bottles he’s laid out nearby. He practically melts into her touch, his eyes closed, so relaxed it looks as if he might fall asleep.

“We can do this anytime once we get home,” he mumbles as she works the soap through his hair.

“You have a bathtub like this?”

“Slightly bigger than this, but yes.”

“Of course you do.”

“You know me,” he chuckles. “I can’t wait to get you there.”

She presses a quick kiss to his forehead as she lowers his head back to the water. “I can’t wait to be there.”

They switch positions, El settling between Gale’s legs as he repeats the routine–scrubbing, rinsing, untangling. It takes longer to wash her waist-length hair than it does Gale’s shoulder-length hair, but he doesn’t mind. He makes sure to rinse every last section before pulling her into his arms again.

She snuggles her head into the space between his neck and shoulder, Gale running his fingers through the golden-white hair flowing gracefully just below the surface of the water. 

“Like ribbons of starlight,” he muses, mostly to himself.

They lie in serenity until Elspeth drifts off into sleep. He stays awake, stroking her hair, admiring her courage, her beauty. Taking comfort in her soft snores against his skin. This is love, he realizes. True love–not whatever cheap imitation he had with Mystra, and certainly not any of the short-lived relationships he’d had in the past. Elspeth has seen his heart, the generous good and the self-destructive bad, and she’s never strayed from him. Never even hesitated. Once she told him she’d love him just as much if he had no magic at all. How could he have possibly gotten so lucky? To be kidnapped, tadpoled, wrecked on unfamiliar land, stuck in a portal–and the person who happens to find you and pull you out also happens to be your soulmate? He didn’t even believe in soulmates before meeting El. He never even thought Mystra was his soulmate–it simply is a concept that never truly occurred to him before now. He’s never believed in fate, but their serendipitous meeting is enough to at least make him question that.

He keeps the water hot until El starts to wake. She lifts her head and rubs her eyes before laying back down on his chest.

“Ready to get out, my love?”

She nods and rests her chin on his shoulder before lifting herself up to a seated position.

“Wait here,” Gale says as he stands up from the water and steps out of the tub. His barely-defined abs catch the moonlight. He dries himself off with a towel and wraps it around his waist before grabbing one for El. Flinging it over his shoulder, he reaches out both hands to help her stand up and step over the edge. He wraps the towel around her and picks her up in his arms, walking to the bedroom. He places her tenderly on the soft duvet, pulling it back for her to nestle underneath before climbing in on the other side and pulling her close to him. The candles have burned down, the only light coming from the moon as they drift off to sleep.

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I Will Never Make You Lonely: CH 2

Summary: When your life is falling apart, your 8 best friends are there to lift you up

TW: mentions of de&th, su!c!de, su!c!de tendencies, su!c!dal ideologies, depress!on, anxiety, crying. If this is in any way triggering I’d steer towards more of my happier works. 

If you or someone you love has thought of or acted on suicide, there is help and there is hope 

Call or text 988

Genre: angst, hurt/comfort, non-idol AU

PSA: this is no way represents the artists. While their birth names are used in this story, this is in no way a reflection of the artist or artists in real life.

AU: this chapter is a little more lighthearted, but I wanted to add the trigger warnings just in case.

there is a tickle scene in here, so if it's not your cup of tea you are more than welcome to skip this chapter.

Ch 2

The last seven days have felt slow and dreadful, and all you could do was work. You were currently in the fourth week of your final quarter with midterms coming up soon. Although your friends have their own school work to worry about, they are starting to become worried about you. You haven't shown any signs of emotion since you received that phone call.

You would spend 12 to 16 hours each day reading, writing, deleting, and editing. However, when it was time for bed, you couldn't sleep. And even if you managed to sleep, you would have very vivid nightmares. As a result, more than half of the time, you would keep yourself busy by burning through homework assignments and projects.

Sometimes the guys would bring you food, drinks, or snacks because they knew you wouldn’t do it yourself, and you were now approaching a no-sleep streak of almost 72 hours. You truly didn’t know how you were still functioning, and they didn’t know either. One evening you were sitting at your windowsill, reading yet another case study. You closed your eyes for a split second before your heart nearly jumped out of your butt when Hyunjin, Han, and Minho burst into your room. You stared at them with your hand over your chest.

"What. the actual fuck is happening?" you ask trying to catch your breath. Hyunjin grabbed your textbook and Han grabbed a hold of your hands.

"Friday night movie night! Don't tell me you were going to skip!" Han said full of energy. Right, movie night. On any given day they would jump on your bed and quite literally drag you away from whatever you were doing so you could all binge-watch movies until the early AM, but Chris had warned them to leave you alone because you were studying. That didn't work out so well.

"If you want to study you can, we just thought you deserved a break," Minho said kindly. Han stood there swinging your arms side to side, patiently waiting for an answer.

"You haven't taken a proper break for days, y/n, and sleeping doesn't count as a break, which we know you haven't gotten a whole lot of either," Hyunjin said as he thumbed the dark circle under your eye gently. You exhaled and closed your eyes. All the shock mixed with not getting any sleep was not only mentally draining but also physically.

“I’m fine, I don’t sleep a whole lot anyways,” you said, shrugging it off, but if you spent the rest of the night studying, you were going to collapse, and the boys knew that. They suggested that you take a nice hot shower and meet them in the living room for some much-needed best friend time. Seungmin was already on a mission to get my shower bomb that made the entire bathroom smell super citrusy and lit a candle to provide a little bit of light so that the overhead light wasn't so bright. After the shower, you walked into the bedroom and saw a pair of folded pajamas that were warm from just being pulled out of the dryer and placed on the bed. You felt so much love for those boys. There was a gentle knock at the door once you were dressed.

“Come in,” you called out. The door cracked open as Minho poked his head in the door frame. 

“I made soup if you would like any,” he said sweetly. You gave him a smile as you whispered “Thank you”. He had sad eyes and a kind smile, he knew (they all knew) how hard you were taking everything. Minho slowly pushed past the door and walked up to you. 

“Aigoo…” he whispered as he cupped your face, studying your features.  

“You must be exhausted." You nodded and looked down at the floor.

“Would you like to eat? Even if it’s just a bite or two?” he asked. You nodded slowly as he carefully took a handful of your sweater paw and led you out of your bedroom. As you stepped out of the hallway into the kitchen, you noticed that the boys were scattered in the living room. They were having soup while the TV was on low volume, making sure not to be too loud. When you walked in, they greeted you with sweet smiles. Minho handed you a bowl of soup and led you to the couch. Changbin patted the spot between him and Han, inviting you to sit. You weren't sure which movie they had picked, but it managed to distract you. After you finished your soup, Han took your bowl while Changbin snuggled you close to his side. Han came back and stroked your hair while cooing at the both of you.

“Our baby,” he said sweetly.

“She’s not a baby, she’s older than you,” Changbin jokingly sassed at Han. Han put a hand over his heart and made the most extra gasp he had ever made. You giggled and patted Changbin’s hand.

“I’m older than you too you know,” you say while trying to hide a smile. Everyone in the room burst out laughing as Changbin gave you a look of betrayal.

“By two months!” he squawked at you as he began to poke your sides. You giggled as you buried yourself further between Changbin and the couch cushions, trying to get away from Changbin’s hands.

“Oh no, you’re not going anywhere missy!” Changbin laughed as he pulled you onto his lap. He held you in his arms as he squeezed your side with one hand.

“Bihihin quit ihihihihit,” you giggled trying to fold in on yourself. Your arms were trapped under his so your whole midsection was exposed while Han grabbed a hold of your ankles to hold you down. You squeaked when Chris got on the couch, plopping himself right next to your hips, and pressed his fingers into your tummy, turning your giggles to laughter. 

“Awww there’s that laugh we love so much, tickle tickle tickle,” he teased as his eyes turned into beautiful little crescents. 

“YOU GUYHAHAHAHA YOU GUYS ARE SO BAHAHAHAHAD!” You threw your head back on Changbin’s shoulder as you continued to squeal while the boys cooed at your reaction. As the movie played on, three of the boys tickled and teased you while the rest looked on with adoration. It was heartwarming to see you smile again since they had missed it. After a few minutes, Chris and Changbin stopped tickling you, and you resumed cuddling with Changbin while Han kept your feet on his lap and tapped a beat on your calves. The group ended up having a movie marathon, with occasional pokes and squeezes from Changbin and Han.

As your favorite movie played on, Changbin noticed that you were starting to fall asleep on his chest. He began to play with your hair, alternating between massaging your head, rubbing his hand up and down your back, and gently running his fingers through your hair. The soft touches on your head and back and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat helped you fall into a peaceful sleep. Once you were asleep, Changbin nudged Han and pointed to you, indicating that you were out. Han quietly cooed at you and signaled everyone else that you were asleep. By the time the last movie had ended, it was almost 9 p.m., and Chris suggested that everyone should rest. Changbin picked you up and carried you to your bed without waking you up. He tucked you in, gave you a soft kiss on the forehead, turned off the lights, and closed the door.

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Stay tuned for CH 3!

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