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noeou · 1 year

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MEMENTOS OF YOU.

as the scariest students in the nrc, they can't help but spark curiosity in those around them when he's found with a rather 'adorable' souvenir. little do the others know they have a rather 'adorable' lover with a matching one back at home.

includes: riddle rosehearts, leona kingscholar, azul ashengrotto, jamil viper, vil schoenheit, idia shroud, and malleus draconia.

contains: fluff! romantic. overbolt gang. implied immortal lover for malleus. implied long distance relationship. reader is referred to as 'pretty.'

more like this: masterlist.

sincerely noe ,⠀my middle finger is cramping because i can type with every finger but my thumb and index. i wish i could've written more this weekend, my apologies :(

riddle : an earring in the shape of a rose.

yes, just one. at home, you have the other.

he rarely ever takes it off, only when he cleans it or goes to sleep. but even for the latter he has a spacial velvet case for it.

he keeps a simple silver earring in his other ear, because he isn't the biggest fan of feeling something on one ear and not the other.

the adeuce duo are the only ones nosy enough to ask about it, making their housewarden redder than the piece of jewlery itself.

"are you two done staring?"

riddle was sipping his tea, trying his utmost best at ignoring them. it was their whispering to one another that made it so impossible.

"uhm, yea... i guess." their eyes said otherwise.

"what is it?" riddle sighed, putting his glass down.

finally looking away from him, they exchange glances with one another.

"hurry then, speak."

"why are you wearing that?" ace asked, subconsciously tugging on his own ear.

"— and where's the other?" deuce added.

you couldn't help but wonder if the blush on riddle's face resembled that of the one he had in the moment, as he recounted the story to you.

leona : a photo of himself.

yes, he left you with a massive portrait of himself. how romantic.

he keeps a smaller one of you everywhere. in his wallet, under his pillow, in a random flower pot...

ruggie has even memorized what you look like after finding a photo of you everywhere.

when he first found the lion doing something other than sleeping, enma couldn't help but ask:

"who is that?"

leona didn't move his eyes nor attention away from your conversation lighting his face as he messaged you. but he wouldn't pass up a moment to talk about you so, he'll answer the newbie's question.

"who is who?"

enma pointed at leona's phonecase, and repeated, "who is that?"

"yn?" he asked. looking at the case as well, only you would have noticed his glare soften for a second. "yn."

waiting a moment to see is he'd continue, enma proceeded, "who's yn?"

"why is that any of you business?" leona sat up, setting his phone down beside him. answering for the, now pissed off, house warden his phone lit up with another notification from you. the heart next to your name saying all it needed to.

azul : fisher’s net keychains.

the meaning is unbelievably corny, he refuses to tell anyone what. (including you.)

he found them when he was looking for a gift to give you when he asked you out for the first time.

high on the feeling of adrenaline when you agreed to the first date, he thought that the fisher's nets symbolized how, while there are many fish in the sea, you still caught him. completely enthralled in everything about you.

it's a small trinket with his many, many keys. a constant reminder that the new bowl is only temporary. (i need to get over this fish stuff, im sorry.)

tossing the keys up yet again, looking for a gold one that looked like every other one on the chain. azul let out a huff, beyond frustrated by now. he was supposed to be on a phone call with you, but he left his phone in his office.

not a great way to end the week.

as if drawn by his struggle, a nosy eel popped out, behind him.

"whatcha doin'?" floyd questioned, examining the keys with more intent than the other.

with holding his scream, azul sighed, "floyd... i was looking for my office keys. what are you doing here it's past curfew."

"your keys are too loud."

oh.

"here they are." floyd pulled up the mini net chain, a specific gold key much like the one azul was looking for. "you always keep these to in their own ring, thank me later! and stop being noisy."

how was it possible that a simple net could leave the house warden as flustered as he was? thankfully, floyd was too tired to care.

jamil : a mini music box.

he found them at the marketplace, two that looked very different but at the same at the same time.

one had a person, hugged by snakes in the center; upon opening. the other had a man and a swan at his feet.

you can guess which went to who.

he made you pull an all-nighter with him, trying to pick music for it.

“this?” a random tune played from the antique. as tired as you were, you couldn’t help but laugh at the stupidity of it.

“when you remember me while you’re at one of the prestigious schools in the land… you want to listen to beatboxing?” you were near tears at the thought of it.

“well actually it’s for you.. i’d say my first beatboxing attempt went well.” jamil didn’t look at you as he continued fidgeting with it.

“oh im sorry— every time i miss the love of my life, and i can’t call you ‘cause of our conflicting schedules, i’ll want to listen to your beatboxing.” you snatched the gadget from him with minimal force, “i’ll find something, you dork.”

vil : a mirror.

he's one that used magic on it before gifting it to you. you both can see each other in its reflection, upon request. it's not in a creepy way, it's voice locked so not anyone can look into it.

it's convenient because you two aren't cropped on your screens and can see one another whenever.

rook has walked in on him using it once and boy was he confused.

most of the time, he'll watch you do whatever in your room or just the room itself when your out. it's relaxing and soothes his homesickness.

"oh my— vil! you creep!" you nearly screamed when you entered the room, the familiar form of your lover staring right back at you through the glass of the mirror. letting out a laugh you through a jacket over the surface to cover it.

"hey! how rude." the housewarden glared at you, a silence taking over.

you tossed you bag on you bed, grabbing a seat and sitting infront of the mirror. mirroring the fairest's position.

"you're taking care of yourself." he noted, finally.

a smile returning, you broke your stare and looked away embarrassed. "you as well."

"ask me." he smiled back, softly.

only the question he asks you most came to mind, curiously you obeyed, "vil, who's the fairest of them all?"

"you who continues to plague my thought, dear. it's been a while... how are you?"

idia : plushies of each other.

he found you could make custom ones when he was looking for some of his favorite character, when he was procrastinating packing.

he has so many of you everywhere in his room, it's arguably the cleanest item in there.

the one he keeps on his lap when he games actually has a small bluetooth speaker in it, that he connects his phone to when you both call.

he also has a small one he keeps as an ipad chain, the sight of it made headmaster curious. what a great way to start the first day.

"idia shroud!" crowley's booming voice scared the introvert to something near death, if not death itself.

"h-headmaster? w-what- no- can i help y.. you?" idia asked, glancing around, nervously.

"who's this? err.. what's this?" crowley lifted the mini you with the hope of a closer look.

unable to speak and wishing he could jump into the screen of his ipad, idia decided he might just do that from now on.

malleus : a compass filled with magic.

not just any compass though, compasses that were tuned with magic from the wizard himself.

it was so many years ago that he gifted yours to you, keeping his for himself. when you found his, you couldn't help but 'decorate' it a bit.

while malleus found all the compass coated in the charms and what not of your favorite colors, he found it endearing. much unlike his caregiver who couldn't stop laughing for a week straight.

lilia helped him do the same to yours, telling your lover it was only fair he did it back.

"lilia, are you almost done?" malleus peeked into the general's room, fiddling with his hands, "i was hoping to get it back to yn as soon as possible..."

"ah, you youngsters with you impatience!" lilia didn't look away from his project, tongue sticking out at the corner of his smirk as he concentrated. "the sooner you stop distracting me the sooner i finish!"

"very well," malleus stared at lilia, equally as anxious and hesitant as he was when he entered.

you happened to run into the sight of him pacing outside of lilia's quarters, curiosity getting the best of you. "malleus, my love, is everything alright?"

looking up from his gloved hands, he smiled at you, "hm, i suppose. can i assist you, dear?"

"yes," you smiled up at him, hugging his arm, "have you seen my compass, by chance? my locating magic is failing me at the moment."

you already have the fae's marriage blessing, you can reign all hell on him now.

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intynidad · 11 months

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I love the cult Yandere fics you have done! They’re really well written and a joy for me to read!

I’m curious what you think what would happen if the reader came down with a terrible illness? How would the cult members feel or react?

Thanks for reading this and I hope you are having a wonderful day/night ^_^

Im glad you guys liked the yandere cult serie! This might be a little short

Warning: not really yandere but just in case?? , mention fainting, cult things, looking at somebody sleep

It was a seemingly ordinary evening within the cult, with most of the followers diligently tending to their tasks in the fields. However, a sense of curiosity and concern started to circulate among them as they noticed your absence.

"Have any of you seen our esteemed leader, Y/N?" a young woman inquired, her brow furrowing with worry. "They are usually up and about by this time."

A discussion ensued among the group, each member expressing their willingness to check on you. Voices overlapped as they debated who should have the honor and responsibility of ensuring your well-being.

"I believe I should go and see if they are alright," one voice asserted confidently.

"Why should you be the one to check on them?" another voice chimed in, challenging the first.

A third voice joined the debate, its tone filled with determination. "I have a closer bond with our leader. It should be me who goes to inquire about their well-being."

The exchange quickly escalated as more voices joined the fray, each passionately arguing why they were the most suitable candidate to fulfill this important task. The once calm and serene atmosphere in the cult now buzzed with the intensity of their determination to reach you.

"No, I should be the one to go!"

"Wait, I've known our leader the longest! It's my duty to check on them!"

The voices blended together, rising and falling in a cacophony of competing interests. Each follower believed they possessed a unique connection with you, and their ardor to fulfill this duty was evident.

The fields that were buzzing with work a few moments ago came to a halt, that is until a lone figure emerged from the central tent.

“Oh great leader!We were worried about you!”- one voice exclaimed with glee and with that, the fight stopped and all of the followers were around you.

As the cacophony of voices surrounded you, a disoriented feeling washed over you. Your head felt hot, and your stomach churned with unease. Strangely, you couldn't recognize any of the voices that were engaged in the fervent debate.

You tried to make sense of it all, desperately searching for familiar faces or even a trace of recognition. But amidst the fervor and the overwhelming flood of voices, it seemed impossible to pinpoint a source of familiarity.

The last thing you remember was a series of screams as you closed your eyes and your legs gave up

….

When you woke up you where in your bed, a damp cloth on your forehead and a note by your bedside…well several notes one your bedside

You picked one that was written in a more formal way and didnt had any hearts drawn on them

“Dear leader, i am the medic on duty, at the time im writing this letter you been asleep for 2 hours and i can’t stay on your tent any longer without the rest of your followers skinning me alive.

Please take the glass of water next to this note and take some of the herbal medicine i prepare, ill check on you when i get the time

I love you

Rest well”

You decided to ignore the last part of the note and take your medicine unaware of the abnormal large shadow that extend next to your pillow.

After taking the herbal medicine, you went back to sleep unaware of the darkness that started to consume your tent, only when you were sleep a figure emerged from the pool of shadow and tower over your sleeping form

“My poor little lamb…” the figure says in a almost undetectable whisper.

Their clawed hand looms over your cheek but as it got closer it just went right through it

“Not yet” the figure says “but soon”

Since they managed to contact one of the followers with the promise of you as a prize if they worshiped him, things were finally starting to change

The chains that bind them to their realm were ever more weak, after all they couldn’t project themself as a shadow into your realm before…

They gave you one last look and a small “kiss” to your forehead (even thought it went right through you), you deserved to rest

#yandere oc #male yandere #yandere oc x reader #yandere scenarios #yandere story #yanderecore #soft yandere #yandere x reader #yandere darling #yandere boy #yandere cult #yandere cultist #yandere deity #yandere x darling #yandere x reader x yandere #yandere imagines #yandere

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bendydudeinc · 1 year

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Hello, it’s bendydude absolutely wasted and thinking about Atsushi in heat and fucking me senseless with the prompt “keep your eyes on me.”

Inspired off of:

Please bear with me uh

Atsushi x AFAB nonbinary reader

Warnings: smutty smut smut breeding kink, praising / I have a voice kink, …..slight daddy kink? I get called baby, mutt I think, and shit something else accidentally just deleted it

Not really proof read !

I claw onto his back to try and ground myself, legs locked at the ankles around his waist and head thrown back onto the pillows. I’ll probably be sore tomorrow from all the manhandling. He snaps his hips harshly against mine in response, growling quietly in my ear. He trails his fangs teasingly over my neck, letting the tips drag into my skin and leave red marks, then, sinking them into my skin. He had summoned his tigers arms and legs to give him more control and power behind his thrusts, and man forgets his own damn strength I stg. He grips my hips hard, keeping me at that angle that makes me start to cry from how overwhelming it is, his cock completely destroying my insides. He gasps, letting out a loud choked moan, crying into the crook of my neck as he cums hard inside of me, slamming his hips against mine one last time and growling as my walls clench around him. I lost count how many times both of us had cum after 5.

And oh man- his beautiful sounds and whines-

“F-fuck yeah! *pant* Take it! Take my cum! gonna- *pant* fill you up baby…fill you up so pretty..”

He has the tiger dwelling inside of him to thank for his almost unnatural stamina during heat. He kept his dick inside of me, definitely not done yet. He watches with a grin as I pant and tremble, legs feeling like they might just fall off. And just when I think I may be getting a real break, he sees the mark he left on my neck with his fangs, and lightly runs his finger across it. I whimper his name in broken syllables, eyes glistening, and he goes crazy again. I gasp and whine in overstimulation as he slowly starts to thrust again.

“Jus- one more? Please baby~? G-gotta, ngh! Gotta make sure you’re nice and stuffed~”

He bends me so my back is arched farther, and I swear I mewl at the way his dick nudges past what I thought possible. My eyes roll back and close in ecstasy. A deep tone from Atsushi snaps me back to his gaze as his thrusts become frantic yet again. His tiger claws dig into my thigh and his other hand grips my chin to make me look back at him.

“Keep your eyes on me.” His yellow eyes glow, staring deep into mine, as if reading my soul. I nod, liking the idea of seeing my boyfriends feral expressions as he fucks me full. And that, he does. His cock twitches as he grabs both of my legs, pushing them up slowly to the sides of my head and thrusting again before I have time to be surprised. We both cry out in pleasure, and he smirks as he watches my face contort in bliss.

But oh, HIS face would be magnificent.

He whimpers again and again through clenched teeth as his eyebrows furrow in. He rests his forehead on mine and moans out, cursing loudly. He’s close again. He starts a brutal pace, gripping my ankles tightly and practically folding me. My gaze turns hazy as I stare up at the pussy drunk man in heat above me. I feel my face turning red as we make the lewdest faces at each other. The quick, slap slap slap slap of our cum meeting between our hips being the only thing almost as loud as our moans. He hisses, holding onto his orgasm and snaking a hand down, rubbing a pad against my clit. Im seeing stars, screaming as he forces me to continue facing him when we cum together.

We’re both a panting mess. He’s collapsed on top of me, giving his tiger form a rest as I plant a kiss on his nose, cheek, and forehead. Then, one gently on his lips. He smiles softly, staring down at my lips before capturing them in a slow, passionate kiss that has me squirming under him.

“Fuck. Kiss me like that again and we’re going again honey.”

I grin, “I think we both know we’re going again anyway.”

#atsushi x you #atsushi nakajima #atsushi smut #bsd atsushi #atsushi x y/n #atsushi headcanons #beast atsushi #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd anime #bsd #bungou stray dogs #Spotify

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maximoff-forevermore · 5 months

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Tumblr Wrapped: BLORBOS!!

thank you sm for the tag @healmydesires 💋🫶🫶

tumblr wrapped canva template<3

i have SO much to say, but then again, i always do

i’ll start with my top five, and then do some honourable mentions because five fics is NOT a big enough list for me

1. Red Light by @kiwisbell

you may NEVER hear me stop talking about this fic. EVER. Red Light!Joel has taken up more headspace than anything else in a good long while, and i’ve reread this fic so many times if you asked me to rewrite it from memory i probably could, but i wouldn’t, because i’d never do it the justice kiwi did. this fic basically belongs to me, because no one can love it as much as me. i could go on and on, but there’s not enough time in the world.

2. The Dress Series by @janaispunk

can i let y’all in on a secret? i got the outrageous honour of talking to jana about the third part in this series, it’s like getting a shoutout from an artist winning a grammy, only better. this series restarted my obsession with dave, and i’ve had such brainrot about him since i started. LORD HAVE MERCY ON MY SOUL it’s so good, and the taylor titles GOD.

3. Las Mañanas by @kiwisbell

i had to be very careful, or else every fic on my top five list would be one of kiwi’s and people would think i’m biased (i am, just a little). so i only chose my two favourites, and this series was one of them. it brought so much light and life to the minutes i spent reading it, and i just had the best time!! javi my beloved, you have such a special place in my cold, dead heart, you wife-loving POOKIE!!

4. The In My Hometown Series by @swiftispunk

A SERIES INSPIRED BY ‘TIS THE DAMN SEASON *buries face into pillow and screams* ‘tis the damn season is one of my all time favourite songs, and it was done SUCH JUSTICE. this fic had just the right amount of everything, and i’m so grateful i got to read it!!

5. Punishment by @joelsgreys

OOOOOH HOT DAMN. there was something about this fic that made me drool, because hELLO JOEL MILLER?? gods that man is FINE AS FUCK, and this fic so perfectly captures that😫😫 i had the time of my fucking life reading it, and it was so SO worth every second. my next, pls joel🙏

those fics have such a special place in my heart, but so do many others, let’s go through them!!

Is It Over Now? by @planet-marz1 OH this one is my SHIT!!! angst is so delicious for twelve months of the year, and this one shot was me being FED. i loved every minute, and fuck joel, not in the horny way this time🙄

Sexfiles.mp3 by @beskarandblasters tim rockford, the grandma investigator, and love of my life WHERE have you been all this time?? this fic gave me that alligator-jiggling fever

the Seams series by @fuckyeahdindjarin MY BELOVED POOKIES!!!! i love lucy to the ends of the earth, and joel and pins have the CUTEST fucking relationship on the planet

A Lover’s Pinch series by @hier--soir pull me out of the dumpster and fuck me sideways GOOD MORNING TO YOU TOO??? gods the sex is just so BXKANDIWNSKW clawing at my fucking WALLS!!!! i haven’t finished this series yet but when i do you may NEVER hear the fucking end of me🗣️🗣️

the Pretty Little Wife series by @beardedjoel OH MAMA, i need a fan because it is HOT AS HELL in here😫😫these fics give me such housewife-fever, i love them just a bit TOO much

Real Gods Require Blood, by @pr0ximamidnight you guys have no FUCKING idea how obsessed i am with this fic. the minute it’s possible to make fics into physical things, i will turn this fic into cocaine and snort it faster than you can scream “he’s evil!”, and even if you did scream it, i wouldn’t care, because WOW is he hot as hell

Feelings on Fire by @joelscruff CAN WE TALK ABOUT IT. CAN WE TALK ABOUT IT. CAN WE—im so obsessed. and i don’t mean that lightly. this series has CHANGED ME. i am moved. i am reborn. i am SOMETHING ELSE. i can’t get over this series i’m not sorry, it’s just so so SO good

and last, but definitely NOT least, Truth or Dare, ALSO by @joelscruff I’M SO UNWELL. I NEED HIM. I NEED THIS. I AM IN DIRE, DESPERATE NEED OF THIS FIC. it’s so so close to my heart, i actually physically cannot get over it. like, guys, GUYS. this fic is such a go-to of mine, and so close to my heart.

and that was my long, long, LONG list, but honestly, i’m not even halfway done. so many fics and so many fic writers have changed my life, and if i was less tired and had more energy to type, i’d list them all<3

all the love to every single fic writer out there, you are doing the most, and if you need someone to read something you’ve written or you think i’ll enjoy something, don’t hesitate to send it my way!!

tagging everyone who wants to participate!!!

as always, my obligatory taylor gifs:

#MY FAVES #i just love them all sm #my world

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lis4ux · 3 months

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this last chapter of together was amazing! literally had me on my toes i loved it. im sooo excited for the next chapter!!! need a sneak peek 🤭

Oh it was so heavy wasn't it?! So happy to hear you loved it! Was one of my favorites 🖤

Being honest, I am not done with the chapter yet and this may be amended when I edit it later. Who knows I may delete it all or completely rewrite it, but for now here's a small portion.

Hope you like it 😘

Two weeks after Kiara was attacked by Travis, she's trying to sleep in her bed. Key word: trying. Because unlike it was before Travis attacked, she doesn't sleep alone anymore. Both of her parents are laying in bed with her. Her dad on one side, her mom on the other.

She loves them, she really does, but they were being a little...clingy. Couldn't blame them, really. They almost lost her.

Kiara doesn't like thinking about that though. Doesn't like thinking about any of it actually. It wasn't like she was avoiding reminders of what happened, but the more she thought about it the more disgusted she felt.

Thinking about Travis' hands around her neck made her shudder. The reminder of him slamming her against the car made her wince. Remembering his voice yelling in her face made her want to scream back.

It wasn't just the memories themselves that bothered her, but any time one creeped up she had to push away the thoughts that filled her mind. That was what bothered her the most. The ones that told her she was weak, feeble, defenseless.

She didn't want to be any of those things, but, logically, being at least fifty pounds lighter than her assailant, it was expected that she was the prey in that situation. So she lays in bed and thinks about the things that could have happened differently. If she only—

A soft tap on her window has her thoughts interrupted and her lifting her head off her pillow, turning towards the sound, knowing exactly who it is.

She looks at both of her parents, sleeping soundly on either side of her. At least they are getting some sleep. She pulls herself up, unwrapping her mom's from around her waist. Both her parents are heavy sleepers, she's figured out. No way she's worried about them hearing JJ in her room ever again.

She crawls out of bed, tip toeing across the floor and grabbing her sweatshirt before descending the stairs. When she gets around the corner of her house, JJ has just stepped down from climbing her house, wiping at his pants. He grins, "Evening."

"You mean middle of the night," she returns his smile.

He steps towards her, hands coming to her face. She pulls him into her, kissing him and feeling his smile against her lips when they pull apart.

She doesn't actually ask him why he's here. Doesn't have to, she already knows.

"You okay?"

She shrugs a shoulder, looking up at her bedroom window. "Be a lot easier to get some sleep if they didn't insist on sleeping in my bed," she complains. "I think I have a bruise from my mom kicking me."

JJ chuckles. "Now we know where you get it from."

Her mouth drops open. "Takes that back," she demands.

"And if I don't?" he mock wonders, causing her to scrunch her face in faux anger.

She gets a causal look on her face. Kinda bratty too. "I'm just gonna go inside, sleep with my parents," she tells him. Before she can even fully turn from him he's grabbing her wrist, delaying her attempted departure. "Yes?" she asks, smugly.

"Not goin' anywhere," he informs, stepping into her space, purposefully not pulling on her. Grabbing her wrist was a risk as it is.

He's noticed she's been a little skittish since that night. Knew she was trying to fight through it, too. Pretended she didn't jump when she heard a loud noise or someone touched her unexpectedly. She'd daze off, getting a worried look on her face. When he'd nudge her she would just smile, like he brought her back from reliving the moment.

He understood it, too. He didn't like thinking about what happened either. Would rather pretend it didn't happen honestly.

Would rather not have recurring nightmares of her being strangled to death, him watching and unable to make a move to save her. Would rather not remember how he had to check her pulse, seriously wondering if he was holding her body instead of her.

Always brings a softball sized lump into his throat that he has to force down.

His gaze crosses her face and body. He always caught himself giving her a visual check. Slowly watching over time as the bruises on her neck faded from red to black and blue to yellow and brown. Her wrist was out of its splint, the mild sprain well on its way to recovery. Her bruised side was supposedly doing better as well, but he has to just take her word on that since he hasn't seen her shirtless in a minute.

His touch is far more gentle than he needs to be, afraid that he'll scare her. Kie doesn't flinch when his fingers hold her though. Never did, and he takes comfort in that. Like he was a safe place for her. It's why he's here after all.

Kie hums at him, a soft challenge, chin lilting upwards. "Got something better to do?"

He shrugs, head nodding back to where Shoupe's truck is parked. "Wanna go night surfing?"

#jiara #ask and you shall receive #sneak peak snippet #jiara fanfic #jj maybank #kiara carrera #together #writing

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neonlight2 · 11 months

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Marauders Headcanon

The Marauders (including the girls) and the Slytherin Skittles are diehard fans of Princess Diana.

So during the whole drama with Charles and Camilla, they would all be talking about how Diana deserves better.

“I MEAN SHES LITERALLY— LOOK AT HER LOOK AT HER JAMES, SHES FUCKING STUNNING!” - Lily Evans to James, Peter, and Remus who are just trying to eat their breakfast but can’t because she’s shoving a newspaper in their faces

*Sirius, Marlene, and Dorcas walk up*

“Woah there Evans, what’s got her in such a red headed mood.” (Pun intended cause it’s Sirius)

“Prince Charles confirmed his affair to Cunty Camilla.” - Remus as he sips his piping hot coffee

“WHAT?!” - Sirius black, jaw dropped as he almost face plants into the table somehow

“HOW DARE HE CHEAT ON MY WIFE!”- Marlene, snatching the paper away to get a good look

*everyone glances at Dorcas, who is totally unfazed her screaming girlfriend, seemingly sad herself as well due to the news* “has she said anything yet.”

“No,” Remus chimes in with a new grin, “but she’s on every headline because of her—,”

“HOLY SHIT!” - Marlene screams with wide ass eyes

“What?! WHAT,” Sirius scrambles up, peeling himself off Remus who had become his stand in comfort pillow. “let. Me. SEE!”

*sirius screams after seeing the photo, falling back dramatically as if he were fainting*

“I think I’ve died~ Mooney..Prongs… Wormtail be a dear and tell the queen she’s been decommissioned for me. I would’ve myself but Queen Di—

(They all call her that from then on)

— has killed me. Send Charles the bill.”

“THATS WHAT IM SAYING!” - Lily again

“Are you alright Lily flower—?” - James Potter being a sweetheart

“NO— no I’m not alright, our Queen has been hurt! How could I be alright?!”

Remus snorts but nods, “She’s got a point.”

And poor Peter, somehow he knows what’s going on, but simultaneously doesn’t

“But what do you think will happen to William and Harry?” -innocent Peter, who is genuinely concerned and trying to be part of the convo

Everyone stops talking, Remus spits out his drink, Sirius shoots up from the ground, and they all look at him, all with wide eyes.

“Oh no,” James winces, knowing what’s to come.

“THE BABIES” - Marlene and Sirius scream, shaking each other back and forth

“I mean there is no way he can get full custody—,”

“Oh, he won’t.” Remus said with a matter of a fact tone, “The royal family wouldn’t like the bad press.”

“And we all know that there would be a…,”

“Fucking riot.”

Meanwhile over at the Slytherin table:

“That’s it! WE’RE GOING TO WAR EARLY BOYS!” - Barty Crouch Jr

“What have you done?” - an irritated Regulus, who is obviously sleep deprived

“Me? Nothing. I heard your traitor brother and his little friends talking—,”

“Oh dear Merlin, just ignore them Barty it won’t hurt your ego I swear.” - Evan, who literally give zero fucks this early in the morning

“Firstly, it would. Secondly, that’s not what I’m fucking talking about thank you very fucking much.”

*Regulus is massaging his temples because he has a headache now from the noise and feels like dying* “Oh, out with it prick.”

“Charles— as in the Whore, Prince— publicly stated he was cheating on Diana.”

*both regulus and evan slowly looking up at him like he just called them muggle born*

“What the fuck did you just say to me?” - very confused and now angry Regulus, who was only hanging on due to the help of five cups of coffee and two hours of sleep

*Evan, totally ignoring regulus* “What did he say? Nevermind— he probably said something along the lines of time drifted us apart, ‘I’ve always loved Camilla’, or ‘I was forced into this’. I wonder if Queen Elizabeth encouraged or disagreed with all of this. Oh my Merlin— what has Diana said?! Has she done anything?!”

* barty thriving on the drama* “I don’t know for sure, but I heard something about a revenge dress—,”

“Where did they hear this?” Regulus asked, now squinting over at the Gryffindor table. “It looks like they have a muggle newspaper, I don’t see a charm on the pictures.”

“Where can we get one?” - Evan, ready to go steal the paper himself if he has too

“We are not getting one!” Barty screeched, “It’s a muggle paper, probably filthy.”

*Evan scoffs while Regulus rethinks about his friend choices, ‘I’m surrounded by idiots’ vibe*

“You do realize that you are in fact talking about a muggle right?”

“She can’t possibly be that amazing without some magic.” Barty rebuked strongly

“Whatever just go get the bloody pa—,”

*regulus slaps his hands over both their mouths before turning their heads to look over*

*all of them watch as Pandora skips into the room, quickly greeted by the marauders, and starts chatting to them before she is shown the paper*

“Quick!” *barty slaps Evan’s chest* “flag her down so she can bring the paper over.”

“Why do I have to? Your louder.” Evan retorted, slapping him back harder.

“Your her brother!”

“Well Reg is her favorite!”

“Regulus—,” *both of them turn to see regulus is already disappeared, now standing beside a sad looking Pandora, who had been given the paper by the Marauders*

*Regulus quick gives the girls hand small, comforting squeeze before coming back over to the Slytherin table with the paper in hand*

“Well?! What is it???”

“She wore a revenge dress.” - regulus said with a rare smug smirk

*evan snatched the paper and gawked with barty at the photo*

“And you’re really trying to tell me that she is all muggle?”

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lyssak09 · 1 year

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Hello :D

I love your writings!!!!

And I love your dbd Yandere Leon x killer reader story :3 can you pls make a part two? I would love to know how it will continues :D

Thank you so much for your amazing work!!!!!!

Also have a good day :D

Of course! Your super sweet I'm so glad you like my writing. So I actually started working on a part 2 after seeing your comment. But your ask just really made me work more on it. So thank you for requesting! Also, I tried to make this as gender friendly as possible. If I messed up anywhere Im so sorry. I hope you guys enjoy it 💙

Yandere Leon with Killer! Reader pt 2

Leon is a clingy needy dude after he's yonked you from the killer's realm. So expect a lot of cuddling, no personal space, and following you everywhere you go in the apartment.

He isn’t THAT weird, and lets you use the bathroom in peace.

You think anyway.

The best part about him following you like a puppy is the fact that you can basically make him do anything with a simple sentence.

You could ask for water, and he will zoom over the fridge to get you some water.

Hungry?

Food has been cooked and brought to you.

You are treated like a god dang queen/king/royalty.

As you should be.

He took you without your permission, and has been keeping you basically hostage.

This is the least that he could do for you.

Now, is his cooking very good?

Not really.

He is used to cooking food over a fire and, after joining The Entity’s realm, not eating at all.

If someone came to visit you guys (99.98% not gonna happen but it doesn't hurt to hope) like a friend of his, who didn’t hate him for kidnapping you, he would be giving them a death glare until they leave. Lucky for them that they're friends with Leon or else you'd have a giant mess to clean up and some laundry to do if ya catch my drift.

Btw, Leon 100% wants you to be his house spouse.

You are so missed by your friends. And are enraged and appalled that Leon has done this to you and is able to.

A lot of the killers don’t care tho, since they’ve seen much worse.

But the survivors do, they're also extra pissed he is the one who did kill them for a while as of late.

But hey, not everything was too bad.

He let you have hobbies, as long as you were still inside of the apartment.

Like sewing.

If you were really interested in it, he would ask you to sew some of his old clothes with big holes.

“Y/N,” he would whisper, before sitting down next to you. You were just sewing up old holes in a pillow case that you found in the back of the closet, hoping to maybe get some use out of it. “Can you sew up this hole for me?"He showed you an old, black shirt with a bullet hole on the chest. “Laurie got me good with a pallet, it put a hole in my shirt, and I haven’t been able to find someone to repair it.”

If you try to stab him with the needle or scissors to skedaddle then your butt is gonna get whooped.

"WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?" He yelled at you while you tried to break the front door down. "To get away from you! Duh!" You replied before body slamming the door. Leon let out a string of curses as he quickly wrapped his wound with scraps of fabric from the table. Leon soon grabbed you by your waist and dragged you to the bedroom. "Damn it! Let go of me!!" You screamed and held on to the door frame of the bedroom. Leon covered your mouth and pulled you into the room. "You have no reason to scream yet." He hissed in your ear and shut the door.

If you like reading, he would ask force ou to read to him.

“But, if the werewolf liked the girl, then why wouldn’t he keep her? Isn’t that what you’re supposed to do?” he asked. You rolled your eyes, "because the vampire one already had dibs on her. And healthy relationships don't involve kidnapping!" You told him and continued reading. "They obviously don't love her like I love you" Leon mumbled.

If you like drawing, he would ask to see what you’re drawing and he would try to make sure to get stuff for you to draw more.

Like pencils and pens.

“What are you drawing?” He would ask, standing above you as you leaned over the table. “Is it a zombie?”

“No.”

“A cat?”

“No.”

“What is it?”

“It’s a tree.”

"Oh…"

Leon would frame and or put any drawings or doodles on the fridge.

If you have other hobbies, he would try his best to get you stuff to be able to do the things you loved.

If he couldn’t, he would watch you and learn what you were doing.

If he had to go to a trial while you were at the house by yourself, he would lock the doors and take the key.

That way you wouldn’t be able to get out while he was gone.

While that did stop you from getting out, it did allow you some time alone without him hovering over you.

You could do whatever you pleased for the few hours that he was gone.

Wanted to catch up on some extra sleep that got taken away from you?

Then nap time it is!

Want to draw something without him looking over your shoulder?

Freedom to draw whatever you want.

Though, you would have to hide them, since he does go through your stuff regularly.

Especially your drawing notebooks.

But remember, he had to find things that were hidden before he was forced into The Entity’s realm.

So it won’t be easy to try and hide things from him.

Especially if he is suspicious of you hiding something.

“What did you do today?” He asked, walking through the door and plopping on the couch next to you. “Nothing much really, just took a nap and tidied up a bit.”. “Then why are the pencils out of place and why are their smudge marks on the table?” He asked, looking at you. He knew you were lying about what you were doing. “I know you were drawing.” He looked at you with an upset glare, “You don’t have to lie about what you do when I’m gone, you know I love your drawings.” He grabbed both of your hands in one of his, his other hand on your upper arm, “Where is it? I would love to see it.”. “I told you, I didn’t draw today. I tidied up, and that included moving some of the drawings I’ve already made.” You ripped your hands away from his. He started to get angry. "Why are you lying to me?" Leon yanked to towards him. "You didn't draw some boy or girl you think like like right? Because I'm the only one you can see in that way!" He was growling at this point. "Damn it Leon! I didn't draw today, and besides, is it really such a bad thing if I don't want you to see my drawings?" You were sweating now. You may or may not have drawn a hot character you had a crush on. But what's the harm in that? And aren't you allowed to have some privacy? "DON'T FUCKIN LIE TO ME!" he screamed and pinned you to the wall. You got the wind knocked outta you. "You know I don't like secrets." You stayed silent. “I’m going to find it, even if I have to turn this whole place upside down!"

Yeah…he doesn't like secrets

Especially from you. Couples share everything right?

But if you dont draw and play games instead then maybe you get a game system or a game boy.

Or whatever you need/want for your hobbies

Anywaaays when he is forced to chill in the Killer camp he likes to ease drop on the killers and survivors who were you friends before you got yonked. (Yes you were friends with most of the survivors. You were a pretty friendly and chill killer)

Leon started to hear rumors of him making a deal with the entity. Which wasn't wrong. But he still didn't you two to be discussed about with these asshats

He also started to hear your friends talk about plans to take you back and beat the utter crap outta our RPD boi.

But sadly for you, that's not happening. The Entity has gotten so much rage from Leon taking his anger out on his once friends. (He gets angry because someone isn't reciprocating his feelings fast enough.

And Entity is also getting rage and despair from the survivors

To be perfectly honest, I don't think you're ever getting out. Leon's kills is more than making up for you no longer being able to do trials. So the entity is probably gonna leave you in Leon's hands. Forever

"You're mine you got that?" He hissed at you as you kicked and screamed at him to let you go. You had just tried to escape again and Leon caught you. "DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!" Leon screamed and dug his nails into your jaw, breaking the skin and causing blood to trail down your neck. You mumbled out a yes. "Good, because you're never leaving me."

—----------------------------------------------------------------------------- little fun bonus if wanted —-----------------------------------------------------------------------------

Maybe one day the Entity decided to let you guys out into the real world for a while since Leon has been so so useful as of late

That also meant everyone could join.

Leon was pissed about this idea. He only wanted you and nobody else.

Besides, his ex-teammates aren’t probably the happiest with him

You know, killing them and all that.

Killers also didn’t really like him either.

They missed you being around the campfire with them.

But he made a deal, and The Entity was one to never let their side of the deal fail.

Neither was Leon though.

He always kept his side of the deal.

And he wasn’t going to let anyone else come near you.

You already knew that though, and it wasn’t like you haven’t tried to bargain with The Entity either.

But at least you could enjoy a day in the real world near your friends.

So, yay

#yandere x reader #yandere headcanon #yandere x you #yandere #yandere male #ask lyssa #dead by daylight #miss blue writing #yandere dbd #yandere leon kennedy #leon kennedy #raccoon city #yandere resident evil #resident evil

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theboytatu · 9 months

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anon back from a week ago re: bbh being a messy bitch who likes drama and his ability to shape his fans opinions. still would love your take on this topic if you don't mind

i am sooo sorry omg i have the attention span of an alcoholic toddler!!!! yes ok so I don't have that many examples on hand because i'm not a library of exo content, all my bookmarks on twt are a mess ugh

but re: manipulation and what i would actually call being an expert at exploiting an atmosphere but everyone else calls being an attention whore

exhibit A: him "drunk texting" fans on bubble during exo fanmeet in april. mind you this was right in the middle of the legal battle with SM which we had no idea about at the time. fans were so emotional - first exo performance as a full group in over 3 years, baekhyun fresh off his military life, yadda yadda yadda - he was pretty drunk from the post concert dinner the group had. yet later we found out idols need to review messages THREE TIMES before sending anything on bubble lmao 😭 i'm not saying he was faking it - i'm saying even drunk he knew exactly what these texts were gonna do to the fans. he is that good at riling people up like that + preemptively digging his parasocial nails into the fandom cause he knew shit was about to hit the fan.... I love his mind

exhibit B: the most recent example and something that had me crawling up the walls. i'm not saying he faked it or that he planned to fall asleep on purpose during a livestream, i completely believe baekhyun is careless and overworked enough to do that. what makes me scream into a pillow is the way he was UNFAZED by that shit when he woke up. had his manager blowing up his phone asking him to wake up and +40k people hearing him moan in his sleep and he woke up and stayed in the livestream. FOR 30 MORE MINUTES. he laughed it off and started joking teasing people etc etc like he genuinely dgaf.

might I add this pattern of starting twitter lives early in the morning only started after the comeback which i think is very interesting. i dont think its a coincidence at all but i need to gather my thoughts on that

exhibit C: not manipulative per se but this fucking clip is so insane to me i love how the worst things happened to exo completely unprompted it's like seeing an episode of the office. anyway baekhyun taking one for the team and distracting fans with his silly little dance.. THAT'S RIGHT HE'S THE GUY THAT STEPPED UP. and i think it showcases his quick thinking and social skills perfectly cause the rest of these men were frozen in place with half their asses out but baek just took it like a champ lol. he just wants to be seen <3 and told he's done a good job <3 give him all the praises please

exhibit D: this horrible fucking live. just baekhyun as a whole in superm.... like he's not dumb he knew nctzens were eating him up and shipping him w taeyong and what did he do? he went ahead and gave them exactly what they wanted.. while wrapping taeyong around his little finger might I add. now i think irl baekhyun and taeyong aren't that close, they're like those friends from work that you genuinely like but it's not someone you would seek out outside of pretty specific social settings. but baekhyun isn't fucking stupid he knew nctzens were a segment of kpop fans he could tap into and either turn into his own fans or he could get slapped in the face by exols turning on him.

anyways this is so fucking long im sorry to ppl following me i'm on mobile and can't make a read more. no one cares about the weird things i only notice about baekhyun but yes there's more to it i just dont have links for most things... but there's not a lot of specific examples idk once you notice it you just watch content with baekhyun and it becomes pretty clear.

#asks #baekhyun

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aimwigs · 3 months

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love all your dad wig so much i could read it forever thank you for all the blurbs

IM GLAD YOU'RE ENJOYING!!! i'm having so much fun writing them. here's another that you can read below the cut or on ao3 about waking up in the middle of the night with a baby

When the familiar fussy cry comes crackling through the baby monitor on the nightstand, QT rolls over and screams into her pillow.

He honestly fucking gets it. It’s only about two weeks ago that Ryan started generally getting through the nights without waking and as of two days ago, they’re back where they were two months ago, with long nights spent switching off and trying to coax her back to sleep. According to her pediatrician, she’s teething which isn’t always an issue when it comes to sleeping through the night but since she already had some issues with sleeping through the night up until pretty recently. QT gave her Tylenol before bed, but they’ve still been up with her a few times tonight, the latest being when Ludwig rocked her back to sleep only twenty minutes ago.

“I’ll get her,” he offers, patting QT’s arm and climbing out of bed because he’s an awesome partner and an even better dad.

Without lifting her face from the pillow, she mumbles something incomprehensible in response. He assumes she’s thanking either him or some sort of higher power for the fact that she doesn’t have to get out of bed.

Ryan’s entire face is bright red when he picks her up, tears streaming down her cheeks and snot dribbling from her nose as she thrashes her arms and legs around violently. It breaks his fucking heart to see her struggling like this— as much as he hates getting up in the middle of the night he understands that it’s only because she’s hurting.

He picks her up and balances her at his hip, gently bouncing her as he grabs her blanket from her crib and pushes it into her pudgy hands, just so she has something to focus on. Her screams quiet to sniffles as she shoves it into her mouth and tries to gnaw at it— poor girl.

It feels almost robotic as he walks downstairs and grabs a washcloth out of the freezer, a handy tip that QT’s sister passed down to her when she mentioned Ryan had started teething the other day. They’ve done this so many times and sure, it helps, but it only soothes the pain for so long before the tears start up again.

Sitting on the couch with her, Ludwig carefully rubs the freezing washcloth against her gums, coaxing her to gently chew at it so the cold can numb her aching gums.

As she chews, quieting finally, he grabs a tissue off the coffee table and wipes her face free of boogers and tears before leaning down and pressing a soft kiss right where wispy blond hair meets her forehead.

“You’re okay,” he whispers, wrapping her in her blanket and hugging her to his chest. “I’ve got you.”

She starts to relax a little, allowing the washcloth to fall from her mouth, and he reaches up with his thumb to gently massage her gums in the way that he saw in some YouTube video he watched about this.

When he hits a bump on the bottom, he freezes and withdraws his thumb so that he can look at her mouth. Sure enough, barely visible near the middle of her mouth is a tiny pearly white tooth. Her first fucking tooth.

“Oh my fucking god!” he says, loud enough that Ders peers over to them with interest from the cat tower across the room.

He debates waking up QT for this. On one hand, it’s definitely a big first. Teeth mean chewing. She’s literally going to be chewing her whole life! But the tooth will also still be there when she wakes up tomorrow and she did seem pretty fucking exhausted.

Fuck it. He’s pretty sure that she’ll be more excited by the tooth than pissed about being woken up at four in the morning. She probably hasn’t even fallen back to sleep yet. Moments like these are meant to be shared, so he stands back up, bouncing Ryan at his side, and walks back upstairs.

“Babe?” he whispers, creeping back into her bedroom.

“What?” she mumbles into the pillow, still immobilized by being woken up in the middle of the night for what feels like the millionth time. Parenting is seriously fucking hard.

“I need to show you something,” he tells her.

She flips upright and turns on the light in an instant, a panicked look on her face. “Is something wrong?”

He looks from Ryan, half-asleep in his arms, to her. Okay, he can see how that might have sounded slightly worrying after they literally just woke up to her sobbing.

“No, no, no. It’s a good thing,” he tells her, sitting on the bed and handing Ryan over to her.

Ryan smiles a little and reaches up to grab at her nose, making QT laugh and press a kiss into her hair, even though she seemed frustrated by being woken up just a few minutes ago.

“Look,” he tells her, reaching over and carefully pulling down her bottom lip so that QT can see the tooth.

QT’s eyes widen. “Holy shit! Is that?”

“She has a tooth now,” he confirms.

She turns to stare at him for a moment, looking absolutely stunned. “I’m going to fucking cry or something. That’s an actual fucking tooth!”

He nods. “Logically, I knew that teething meant her teeth were coming in but I don’t know why I figured she’d just sprout a full set in a month or something.”

QT snorts, reaching down to run her finger along the tooth. “Lud, that’s seriously fucking stupid.”

“I’m not a baby expert. I’m learning, okay?” But he’s barely even focused on what he’s saying, he’s just watching his little girl, sleepy and confused about why her parents are so excited right now.

“You got a little tooth now,” QT says in her baby voice. “Soon enough you’re gonna be able to eat all sorts of stuff just like your Mom and Dad. I’m gonna make so many tasty little treats just for you one day.”

She reaches down and boops her nose, earning a giggle.

How did I get this fucking lucky? he thinks as he watches his partner and his daughter. It’s the middle of the fucking night and all he can think about is how grateful he is for everything he has.

Being a parent is seriously fucking hard. Babies are so fragile, and there are so many little things you have to do for them, and it makes balancing work harder, and it puts an extra strain on your relationship. It’s all fucking worth it, though, because he gets to have little moments like these, sitting in bed with QT celebrating Ryan’s very first tooth.

#dadwig #answered #anonymous #my fic #ludwig #qt #ludqt

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a-not-so-clean-blog · 8 months

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Another 900 words of pure smut. Commission from a lovely anon!

MTF x Giyu Tomioka (modern au)

Waking up early was not the plan yet here I was starting at the ceiling at 4am. I turn onto my side and stare at my boyfriend. God, even bed head looks good on him. We were already up so late last night but I can already feel myself getting worked up again.

Giyu always looks so peaceful when he's sleeping. I don't even realize I'm reaching for him until my fingers gently caress his face. His eyes flutter slightly before he turns towards me, not quite awake.

"It's early. Go back to sleep." He hugs my waist and traps me in his embrace. I squeak in surprise as my arms are pinned to my sides as he nuzzles into my head. A devilish smirk crosses my lips as my hand is in the perfect spot to grope his crotch. I lick up his neck and I can feel him shudder.

"You're playing dirty…" He mumbles. I can feel his member stiffening in my hand even through his sweatpants.

"Just let me take control than~" I give him a playful squeeze. "You won't have to lift a finger~"

He eyes me suspiciously knowing how much of a brat I can be but still he gives a little hum and nods. "Fine but just this once.” His voice is soft and he loosens his bear hug. I take the opportunity to push him onto his back and straddle his waist.

I can feel his half lidded eyes trail up and down my body. I feel my skin flush as his gaze wanders down to the growing bulge in my lavender lingerie. It's faint but I can see a ghost of a smile on his lips.

"Mmmm~ someones getting excited~ I thought you were tired" I tease him as I grind against his crotch. He runs his hands up my legs and gives my plush thighs a squeeze.

"Anyone would get excited if their girlfriend woke them up like this." He tried to keep a deadpan expression but I could see his excitement peeking through. His hands roam until he grabs the waistband of my panties. "what happened to the top for this set?"

I let out a short laugh and lean down to his ear. "You ripped it off last night. You owe me a new set~" I lick up his neck and sit back up. "But before we go shopping Im ready for something a little more fun~"

"Be my guest." I slide his pants down and his hard cock springs forward. At the same time he snaps the waistband of my lace panties, freeing my dick as well.

"Hey!" I smack him lightly.

"Whoops… I'm buying you a new set anyway" he said with a faint smirk and shrug.

"You better." I lube his dick and line it up with my eager ass. "Or else you're not getting any action from me until you do." I sink down onto his long cock. The sensation sends a wave of pleasure up my body. "Nnnh~"

I bounce on his dick, my hands on his chest as I support myself. The sounds of my panting and moans fill the early morning air.

Giyu closes his eyes as his head rolls back into the pillow. I can feel his dick twitch inside me. Suddenly he gives me a hungry look as he grabs my waist and pulls me deeper on his cock. He guides my waist forward slightly and hits my prostate. I practically scream in pleasure.

Even when I'm on top he still knows all my sweet spots. My dick starts to leak pre on his abs. I can feel my control slipping as I let him lift me up and down on his cock.

With one final well aimed thrust my back arches as I almost fall backwards. The only thing keeping me up is the firm grip Giyu has on my waist. My toes curl and my legs shake so hard I slip even further down into his cock.

I finally come back to my senses as I come down from my orgasm. I covered his torso in cum but the smirk on his face confuses me. It's almost…devious?

"You done so soon?" I'm taken aback. He's teasing me about something but my head is still fuzzy to figure it out.

Than I feel it. His cock still rock hard in my ass, he hasn't cum yet. The look on my face must have told him I figured it out. He loosens his grip on my sides. "Baby you said I wouldn't have to lift a finger right. Just a little more, can you do that for me?" He asked softly. His sweet voice making me melt. I nod as I start to bounce on his cock again. Slower than last time. My legs still feel like jelly, but now I'm determined. I keep going until I see his face softly contort in pleasure and I feel a warmth fill my ass.

I smile as I finally collapse onto him. "Mmmm~ not a bad morning right~" I kiss his jaw.

He kisses the top of my head. "No, not a bad morning at all….” He bucks his hips up into me and I yelp in surprise. "But now you have me all worked up and I cant go to work like this." I smirk at him.

"Guess I'll just have to keep going than~"

#my writing #kimitsu no yaiba #giyuu x reader #giyuu x mtf #x trans reader #♠️

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ad0rechuu · 1 year

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rank your mutuals from 'sweet, classy princess' to 'fucking unhinged (affectionate)' (U CAN IGNORE IF YOUD LIKE CAUSE I THINK YOU'VE ALREADY DONE THIS BEFORE (if you haven't i think im going crazy, i blame it at school)😭)

i haven’t but i think whoever send this should be at fucking unhinged because this is crazy hard !! but here we go:

SWEET CLASSY PRINCESS ⬋

@end0rchans. ━━ ur really funny but ur asks abt melody and luna always warm my heart so!! i can’t thank u enough like ever i’m gonna kiss u on the forehead one of these days cuz u deserve it SO much 😙

@girls4cheol. ━━ the ask when moonbin passed away is always on my mind and i use it as a motivator a lot so the sweetest!! i associate svts super with u btw <3

@rieuvie. ━━ such a cutie and soo talented! every time we interact i just think ur so cool and also i really enjoy seeing ur work on my tl even if not in the fandom ur writing abt

@sunoo-bby. ━━ that’s my lil sis right there!! i appreciate u so much and some of the asks that u send make me wanna scream in a pillow because they are so kind! i just wanna project and babie u ‼️

@coquetteky. ━━ THE barbatos simp, u always manage to brighten my day and in general you have this really bright and positive energy about u! u were my first friend on here and i’m so glad u reached out bubba🤞

@tocupid. ━━ i have to be honest ur entire in this spot because of ur comments on milky way pookie <3 i have never someone have such passion for a fan fiction 😭 ur one of the reasons why mw is so fun for me and i always look forward to mondays and thursdays MWAH!! (fwak yn x taegyu! may yn x luan rise!!)

@ari-shipping-stuff. ━━ it started because i needed a beta reader and now there i can’t imagine not talking to u for more than a day 🫶 ur so intelligent and i’m surprised ur not tired of me yet ily!! thanks for talking shit abt the obey me boys and always enabling me >_^ (i would call u to bail me out of jail)

@leo-seonghwa. ━━ leo ur so lovely, ur asks make my day time and time again but that’s exactly why ur this low the fucking memes never fail to make me laugh dawg 😭😭 (ur the best)

@sweatyjeans. ━━ (i think our pms speak for themselves but that’s our business 😽) ur such a warm and approachable person i think anyone would benefit from having a jeani in their life (not mine tho 👍)

@bluehwale-main. ━━ my wife!!! ur fics are so good that i am the personification of giggle swinging my legs whenever i read them :3 ur always there for me and i luv u sm but then again i can’t think of a conversation that would either get us banned from kpop in general or where we are not with our tongues down each other throat and i love that <3 (i wish we met irl)

FUCKING UNHINGED /pos ⬉

i hope i didn’t offend anyone lol but wherever ur placed on the list know that i love you and that ur insane for even wanting to be moots with me <3 have a nice day!

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marvel-m-lee · 2 years

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Comfy☁️

Words: 2533

Fandom: MHA x reader

Characters: Hawks, Dabi, Y/n

Summary: Dabi and Hawks trapping Y/n for being sassy, as per usual.

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You were laying on the couch at the League's safe house. It was hidden below a building and was practically it's own little underground bungalow for the Leauge to stay safe at.

You were a U.A. high student, one of the most hopeful in your class followed by many of your peers. But here you were, scrolling on your phone, in the house of the very people who kidnapped you way back at the start of the year.

This was one of the many reasons you were here. Along with getting so high in the Sports Festival and having such a useful and powerful quirk. There was many reasons which made you stand out among your peers to help with an undercover investigation against the League of Villians, along with Hawks who'd already been on the case a while before you joined.

Of course, it took a lot of convincing to allow you to be a part of such a dangerous game, but surprisingly the League was very warm and opening to you. Like a messed up family. You felt a little bad for your actions, but you knew what needed to be done.

Though there were times like today, where you would have come over to check up and chill out and everything would be okay.

You were scrolling through an app on your phone at this moment, laid out across the couch.

Just then you heard the door shut and heard two very familiar voices. The number two Pro hero put his jacket on a hook, followed by none other than Dabi.

You could hear the playfulness in Hawk's voice, meaning he was most likely in a good mood.

"Im just sayin' you'd look really good"

"No. I wouldn't"

You peaked up from the couch, looking over to see Hawks hanging up his jacket and walking backwards through the door, followed by Dabi who was rolling his eyes.

"Yeahhh! Sure you would. You'd look like a princess" the winged hero teased, bowing down and getting shoved out the way as Dabi walked past him, making him chuckle.

"Good thing I'm not a princess, why don't you go do that"

"I can't, I've already got my outfit prepared-" the two walked across the room and through another door way, not paying much attention to you. They must have been arguing about something stupid- as per usual when it came to Hawk's teasing. Either way you didn't really care, until you heard the kettle boiling.

"Dabiiiii!" You yelled, hoping he would hear you.

"What?!" You heard him yell back. A smirk grew on your face but disappeared again.

"Can I have a tea?!" You yelled back. In all fairness he was actually in the room next to you, you could have used your Quirk or either of you could have actually walked to the other.

You heard him sigh and whisper something before Hawks began laughing. You smiled happily and forgot about it, scrolling through your phone again.

An hour had passed and your cup of tea came and went, but you stay glued to the couch, scrolling on your phone.

Mostly everyone in the League was out doing something or other, and you didn't want to go back to the dorms just yet, though you knew you'd have to be back for dinner.

For the moment you just wanted to laze around in a quiet setting without fear of Kaminari bursting through your door getting chased around by Ashido again. Or hearing Bakugou screaming at Midoryia.

You were laid, sprawled across the couch with your legs on the other arm rest while your head was just below the other one, a pillow there to keep you comfy even if you didn't entirely fill it up.

"Move it" You looked up from your phone, only to look back down to ignore the request.

Dabi was standing by your legs, motioning to them to ask you to move so he could sit down. He had the remote in one of his hands.

He gave you a look when you ignored him, a slight sly grin growing there. You weren't sure where Hawk's had gone off to, but didn't really care either.

"Y/n, move your legs"

"Nah, comfy" you didn't bother to look up at him, just dinner while on your phone, crossing your legs just to be annoying to him.

"Right, comfy" the smirk on his face grew without your knowledge as his voice always seemed so monotone, but then suddenly you felt something big drop onto your shins.

"ooF- what the-" you looked at whatever it was on your legs from behind your phone, only to see Dabi sat back happily leaning against your feet/ankles with one elbow, resting his head as his other hand began to scroll through the channels on TV.

"Get off me" You gave him a deadpan look, no longer finding the humour in the situation of annoying him.

This time the fire villain ignored you, scrolling through news and Peppa pig episodes.

You tried to wiggle your legs, just wiggling around beneath his ass as he tried to stay still to watch his show.

"ooF, you lump get off me!"

Ignored.

You continued to wiggle around, wiggling your feet so he would loose balance from leaning on your hand. You burst out laughing as he did so, his head very comedically falling down and having to grab the sofa to stop from falling.

You were laughing as he turned to stare at you, a grin wide on his face from your confidence to mess around with him.

"Oh you think that's funny do you?" Suddenly you felt a hand on your waist, wiggling it's fingers into your side.

"Hahah-HEYHE! Gehet off!"

"Nah, comfy" Dabi's shit eating grin was always a bad sign whenever it came with his playful side. He continued to tickle your side until you were literally halfway off the couch, still trapped by his weight on your legs.

However instead he gave you a break for a moment, making you catch your breath and sort yourself out again. You rolled your eyes at him, calling him a name until you saw that glint in his eyes.

"Oh, we're not done" then suddenly he had one hand run up the sole of your foot. You yelled, pushing yourself upwards and falling back down again with a yelp.

"Ooo- fun reaction" he grinned. You gave him a look, feeling as your cheeks heated up and trued to wiggle your legs free.

Then again though, he decided to start tickling your feet with one hand while watching TV, completely ignoring you as he wiggled his fingers up and down one of your feet, and on to the other, back and forth.

"SHIT- DAHABI!" You burst out laughing, wanting to wipe the smug look off his face as he ignored you and your kicking from beneath him. You tried to scrunch up your toes to curl your feet but no matter what you did he didn't stop tickling you, making you hold your waist and laugh hysterically, kicking and trying to stop him anyway you could.

However he paid no attention to you, even yawning while watching one episode of Peppa pig on the TV and rolling his eyes at it.

Nobody would ever see this side of him, nobody other than the League. And as much as you hated it, it was also one of your favourite parts. He was usually so dark and gloomy, like a teenage boy going through an ever lasting emo phase. But sometimes he was like the big brother you never had. Whether it was buying you icecream at the shop every once in a while or being a massive dick and trapping you with tickles without mercy. It was always something kind in his own way.

Though he was definitely malicious.

You arched your back, laughing as he wouldn't let up, a smirk on his face growing as he gave you the side eye.

You jumped up in a final attempt to stop him, leaning over him as if making a Dabi sandwich with your body.

And in that moment you fell into yet another one of his traps. He grabbed between your neck and shoulder, right between in one of the pressure points and squeezed it a couple times. You jumped and yelled, pushing him with a wide smile across your face.

It tickled like hell, but of course it was Dabi, he changed spots to your sides making you laugh hysterically and quickly dive your arms to yous sides, scrunching yourself up.

"You alright Y/n? You're a bit jumpy, not comfortable anymore?" You could hear the smirk smacked across his face as he taunted you, you just wacked him off, giggling and laughing as he had you trapped beneath him.

"GeEhEt OhoOHFF!"

Somehow lady luck was on your side and you were freed of the tickling, though he never moved off of you. You just slumped back in your original position, laid across the couch with Dabi sat on your legs.

You were very giggly and wiping all the ghostly tickles off your body. You hid behind your hands and heard the elder laugh before going back to watching his show, now Dora the Explorer on TV.

You'd never understand how Dabi worked, buy turned your head and watched from between your fingers. This lasted a few minutes before suddenly there was another lump on your thighs and hips, making you grunt again.

"You're too close"

"You love it"

You just looked up to see now another person sat on you, this time it being the winged hero, happily sat nexted to Dabi with a packet of popcorn which the other snatched a handful off and threw in his mouth.

You just looked at them both, flabbergasted.

This had to be child abuse. Of some kind.

"Get off me?!"

"Noisey couch" Hawks teased, talking to Dabi as if you weren't there, poking your belly making you yelp.

"You should have heard it a second ago. Very wiggly" Dabi teased, tickling your foot again and making you wiggle and laugh, holding yourself and begging him to stop quickly.

"Oooo! That was cool, has it got settings to do that again?" Hawks teased, looking at Dabi, telling him to do it again.

"Yeah, here" this time he reached under him and tickled your shins, gripping them and squeezing them repeatedly to make you jump and wiggle around in laughter.

"FhUhUCk! DAhAhBi!"

"Woah! Language kid" Hawks looked down at you, breaking chatacter a little but sending a feather to your nose making you scrunch up before it ran down to your neck and made you shake your head with giggles.

"Sohorry- sHIHIT DABI- HAHAWKS GET HIHIM TO STOHOP!" Again the devilfish young adult had a usual evil grin on his face as tickled your feet again, this making you jump up again and fall back down after failing an attempt at getting him to stop.

The sudden movement made Hawks burst out laughing, leaning back and watching you lean over to attack Dabi or at least save yourself, to no prevale.

You fell back down when a feather ran down your neck, as if falling into a fit of giggles as the two continued to bully and torment you to no end.

"StAHaAp! aAgH! I caHaAnt-" you called out, now Hawks having a hand on your waist and Dabi enjoying his own torment on your lower half.

"We're Baaack!" There was a voice that called out, along with a door closed and multiple sets of steps.

Toga skipped in, followed by Twice and Spinner. Dabi and Hawk's both stopped suddenly and you laid back, half dead, blushing and hiding your face with a pillow so Toga and the others wouldn't see.

"Heyaaa!"

"Hey Toga" Dabi grinned, knowing how embarrassed you would be whilst Hawks gave a tiny wave with a smile.

"Why are you guys sitting on Y/n?" Spinner asked, putting a bag on the table and giving you all a weird look.

"She was comfy, and we wanted to watch TV" Dabi shrugged. Suddenly Twice jumped over the couch and landed right on top of you too, excitedly look at the TV.

"DORA THE EXPLORER?! I LOVE THIS SHOW!"

"I hate this show!?"

Of course he argued with himself for a moment before actually realised he was sat on top of you, making himself jump up and ask whether you were okay.

You just grunted a yeah from behind your pillow and felt as Twice sat down in front of the couch, watching Dora The Explorer intensely.

You were trapped for another half an hour or so, for some reason everyone crowded around the couchtk watch Dora The Explorer together. Something nobody would ever expect from a group of killers, but here you were, tickled half to death by at least one of them.

By the end of the episode however, you had to head off and go back to the dorms. Hawks deciding to take you back as it was getting late and also a way to catch up with the mission. You waved everyone goodbye as he got his coat, Toga and Twice were playing Mario Cart against one another and giving you a wave goodbye while playing and Spinner was sat in an armchair on his phone, smiling and waving goodbye.

Dabi however was stood in the doorway with a drink, either tea or coffee, you weren't sure. You gave him a smirk and a look, which he happily returned back to you by ruffling your hair as he passed you to go to his room.

"Cya bird brains"

Hawks rolled his eyes as Dabi flipped you both off on his way off, even with his back turned you could tell he was smirking either way. Lighthearted banter for even villians.

Hawks and you both left, a benie on your head and stepping back out into one of the many alleyways in the city.

Hawks closed the door behind you both and you both walked down, seeing your breath as the weather had been getting colder and colder recently.

Of course he teased you, making you gibe him a soft punch. He raised his hands in defeat and laughed, both of you heading off into the roads now off to the train station. He ruffled your hair and waved you off, checking you were okay before you almost missed your train.

"Cya round (nickname)"

"See you, bye"

As you sat down on the train however, you looked through the window to see Hawks waving at you, a ting smirk on his face which confused you- right until you felt something tickle around your midsection making you burst pit into giggles, covering your mouth so- hopefully- nobody would notice.

You gave Hawks a death stare as the feather shot out from under your shirt and ran back out the train doors right before they shut. Hawks was stood outside waving and laughing where as inside you rolled your eyes at him.

That was the last time you would mess with either of them.

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baahsu · 10 months

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HEYYY ITS ME MYSTERIOUS ANON WHO PROVIDED THE ESSAYS WORTH OF VSCEST SMUT CONTENT AND.

1. OTHER ANON, I SAW THAT TWITTER ART AND I *THINK* YOU'RE THE ARTIST AND JUST KNOW I ALMOST ACTUALLY CRIED (/POS) UPON SEEING IT. I DIDNT BUT I DID SCREAM INTO MY PILLOW FOR REAL THO WHEN I SAW THE YONJI ONE. I ACTUALLY GASPED IRL OUT OF JOY LIKE YOU HAVE NO IDEA

ahem. apologies for yelling!!! but 2. op please do NOT delete ur twitter post (unless You want to, ofc) of my writing!! it made me so very happy to see that you liked my stuff sm that you went thru the effort of putting it on another site- like that is SO heartwarming and kind tf?? 🥺💗❤💙🖤💚

BUT happy yelling aside, im here to do my job and provide more content for ye. of many flavors, actually!! but ill start w this one and then probably continue my insane vscest ramblings in other asks lmao. if you don't vibe with this Mashup of characters then feel free to ignore this :]] <3<3

so. tumblr user baashu. i saw that you were in a ronami mood on Bird App. so. hear me out, maybe. robin, nami, and reiju all have a sleepover (emphasis on the Sleep part, but no one other than those 3 has to know that ;]) on the sunny!! reijus visiting, as she does

and sanji, hearing about this so-called sleepover through the grapevine, decides he's going to be a good nakama and little brother and surprise them with their favorite snacks and drinks!! sleepovers are always better with good provisions, especially for ones that go all night long

however. sanji was not expecting to open that door (yes it was unlocked for plot purposes and he didnt knock because he had like 7 different plates in his hands let me HAVE this) and see his 3 favorite girls going down on one another.

that boys cigarette fell STRAIGHT out his mouth- a tiny noise escaping him as all 3 girls heads snapped to look at him. he was ready to bolt SO fast, throwing the food he made as gently as he could onto a nearby counter and saying sorry about 40 times per second. he wasnt even halfway out the door before an array of arms sprouting from the floor dragged his ass towards the bed

you KNOW those girls are (lovingly, teasingly) bullying him the whole time, calling him sweetly degredating names. yet they refused to do more than that- not allowing him to touch/participate and yet refusing to let him leave the room

nami calling him a pervert, talking about how for every minute he's in there he gets 5% more debt added to what he already owes her (reijus head was between her thighs as she said all this, btw). robins flirtatiously scolding him about bad manners, leaning over to run her fingers across his cheek and neck as namis head layed on her naked lap. and reijus mouth was too busy to comment, but every once in a while she let out a giggle of agreement when one of her other two partners said something that really made blood drip out of sanjis nose

and once pretty boy was all hot and heavy, the only reason he was locked in place being the disconnected arms restricting his movements? they all take their sweet, sweet time in pleasing him.

AND HES NOT FUCKING COMPLAINING LMAO. this idiot got not one, not two, but THREE hot women to dom him, somehow, by just showing up at the right time. he's taking everything they put him through in stride, whether that be sudden overstimulation or tortuously slow edging, he's loving All Of It

they go the rest of the night until the sun is halfway up, the only reason they let him go being because if they didnt, luffy would come barging in, asking when and why breakfast hadnt been made

and so sanji walks out with an exhausted sense of satisfaction, rumpled close, weak knees, and a dopey smile on his face as he thinks about what to make that day to thank his lovely ladies for this equally as lovely gift

...or i should say he *limps* out, actually. what. you think all of of those girls didn't peg that man until he was screaming???

HAHAH OKOK IM DONE IM DONE I HOPE THIS WAS ALRIGHT AND NOT OUT OF YOUR COMFORT ZONE??? you says you ship allsan so. i hold this rarepair of mine up for you to look at with big eyes and shakey hands lmao

ANYWAYS i need to go write like. actual vscest now that i can post on ao3 someday. uh. see you oshdafafafafwy??? <3<3

AS SOON AS YOU PUT ROBIN NAMI AND REIJU IN THE SAME SENTENCE I KNEW THIS WOULD BE GOOD

THEY'RE LIKE THE OFFICIAL BULLYING SANJI SQUAD FOR ME! And sure reiju might go soft on him because reasons, but she has no problem teasing him and calling him sweet names. She can just let the harder stuff for robin and nami while she busies herself with their bodies instead

And imagining all of robin's arms and hands sprouting everywhere and completely pinning sanji down?? It's so good and so hot, so effortless for her and so effective. Not that sanji really needs to restrained, only look from nami and he'd be motionless, but it's just the fact that robin wants to do it and she knows sanji will melt and let them do whatever they want with him afterwards

I can totally picture nami playing hot and cold with him, one second praising him for being a good boy, on the other calling him a pervert, then saying he's so good to them, so attentive, then saying he's crossed a line and he should've knocked, such a bad, naughty boy that he is

Sanji's lucky he didn't need a blood transfusion after all that. But I mean, reiju was right there, he would've been fine and it would've been worth it

Also I just have to mention how sweet it was of sanji to think about getting them snacks 😭 I think he deserves all the praises just for that

#anon i look forward to anything you decide to post on ao3 i just know it'll be incredible #vinsmokecest #and other ships that unfortunately i won't tag to avoid ppl shrieking in my inbox

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wilt3d-r0zes · 1 year

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Hi I'm like aggressively obsessing over Teen Wolf and I just finished my first fic for it, so here you go

Summary, AO3 link and link to inspired fic "So he knows about that. He knows that he recognizes the wolves’ body language. He knows he can understand their growls and howls and what English equivalent they’re meant to portray. What he doesn’t know is that he started mirroring it." Or, Autistic!Stiles can understand wolf growls, body language, etc etc and starts mirroring it without realizing. It makes communicating a lot easier.(Takes place just after Season 3, ignoring the plot of Season 4 because I haven't watched it yet) Fic Link Inspired Work Notes: Like I said in the summary- I haven't seen season 4 bc im not emotionally prepared after the end of season 3 fUCKED ME UP uhhhh so just ignore season 4 and the weird hint at season 4 that happened at the end of season 3 Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Ethan, Isaac Lahey, Scott McCall, Kira Yukimura and Derek Hale (Stiles Centric)

As per usual, there are a lot of things about werewolves that Stiles doesn’t really get.

Unfortunately, there are a lot more things he doesn’t get about humans than there are about werewolves. If anything, werewolves seem to just click in that weird, mentally ill part of his brain.

One thing he’s noticed is that the wolves in his pack (his? when did he start calling it his pack? he’s just the human. He’s the only human now. Fuck.) is that they have a new, slightly weird way of communicating. One that Stiles understands somehow.

The way they stand, the various ways they flare their powers with claws, pointed ears, fangs, glowing eyes, etc. The way they growl, howl, all of the above, it all has different, specific meanings. Like back off, or my territory. Things like concern and panic, all have their own little flavor of wolf communication.

What Stiles continues to not understand is how he understands it.

When Scott looks like he’s pissed, like he’s about to rip someone's head off and he growls and all Stiles can hear is that he’s scared, that he’s absolutely terrified, even when every human social cue he knows should be screaming anger, he’s not sure how he knows that’s wrong.

So he knows about that. He knows that he recognizes the wolves’ body language. He knows he can understand their growls and howls and what English equivalent they’re meant to portray.

What he doesn’t know is that he started mirroring it.

With the benefit of the school temporarily shutting down due to some repairs and cleaning needing to be done, the pack spent a lot of the next week after the Nogitsune together.

A lot of the time they’d spend the night at each other's, occasionally Allison’s, houses. At Derek’s loft, all piled up across Scott or Stiles’s room. Sometimes they’d conk out at a park on accident because none of them wanted to face the nightmares they see when they sleep.

It’s a night like that, where they’re all asleep on top of one another. Stiles has Scott draped over his chest, using him as a pillow. Isaac and Kira are both using Scott like their own pillows, Kira on his stomach and Issac practically cuddling his lower legs.

Ethan is off to the side, legs over Isaac’s and snoring loud enough to rival Stiles’s panicked breathing.

Still, it wakes Scott. His eyes blinking open when his pillow starts bouncing him up and down and connecting the breathing to his best friend. He’s up and moving the parts of him not held down by a soundly sleeping Kira and a slowly waking Isaac before he can even process the growling.

Because Stiles is… growling, in his sleep. His face is pinched in sweaty, panic, and he’s growling. Scott’s wolf brain translates it on its own, and all he can smell and hear and see is, Help me. Scared. Panicked.

It scares Scott. How does Stiles know how to growl like that? Growl like a wolf? How does he know that the way his face is scrunched reads like a werewolf baring its teeth when it's backed into a corner, even in his sleep?

“Scott? Is that you?” Isaac’s voice is tired, but he still sounds concerned for his alpha. Concerned about the growling he’s hearing because it sounds like a wolf.

Scott turns back, eyes wide, “It’s Stiles,” he says, borderline breathless in his own confused, slight panic because what if something is wrong with Stiles, what if he’s turning into a wolf? How is he growling like that?!

And then Stiles starts screaming, and everybody is awake within a few minutes while Scott and Isaac work together to restrain a screaming, crying, Stiles. Growls are slipping out between his words, between his yells for help, yelling Hatred, Fear, Anger, Confused in a not-really language he shouldn’t be able to understand.

“What’s going on?” Ethan’s asking once he’s woken up by screaming and being kicked in the face off of Isaac, while Kira is trying her best not to pile the same question on after being essentially thrown onto the grass.

“He had a nightmare,” Scott replies, looking at Isaac and expressing for him to let go, leaving him to sit there with a panting, growling, terrified Stiles in his lap. His best friend is shaking and sweating and panting as he sprawls his legs out and buries his face in Scott’s chest.

“Who’s growling?” Kira, who doesn’t understand the growls for what they are but recognizes that they mean something different to the wolves than they do to her, finds herself looking around at all three of them in search of who it is that sounds like they’re about to go to war.

“Stiles,” Isaac sounds just as breathless as Scott did, if a bit more confused than panicked, “He’s…”

“Terrified,” Ethan finishes.

Stiles doesn’t remember waking up from his nightmare the next morning, and Scott helps him count his fingers until he calms down.

II.

None of the wolves bring it up to Stiles.

Ethan tries, and he almost does, he starts the conversation but then the bell rings for class and Stiles doesn’t care enough to try and figure out what he was so concerned about.

Scott and Isaac can pretend that it was a one-time thing. It’s not some new supernatural terrifying thing where maybe the bite to Void transferred to Stiles somehow. It’s not.

(It isn’t. Stiles has been able to understand the wolves from day one. His running theory is it’s either something to do with being around them so much (No. Because Allison couldn’t. Why can he?), or it’s because of his autism or something that means an alternative form of communication is easier to read.)

It happens again during class. Not in such a similar way, but still noteworthy nonetheless.

There’s a surprise fire drill happening that day. Scott knew Stiles was already having a bad sensory day, even if neither of them brought it up. Knew in the way he jerked away from touch, in the way he flinched at every loud noise and covered his ears when Coach started yelling.

When the alarm rings, the noise that Stiles makes from his seat right beside Scott sounds like a wounded wolf, and it means that he zeroes in on his friend instead of the fact he should be standing and leaving the classroom in a line.

It means that he doesn’t listen to the teacher as he does a head count, because he’s too busy rushing toward Stiles and pulling him down onto the floor where he knows he’ll be more comfortable.

It means he barely hears the way the class shuffles out without them after the teacher yelled at them and neither so much as looked at him, because Scott was too busy helping cover Stiles’s ears and listening to the tiny, wolf-like whimpers that he shouldn’t be able to make so cleanly.

Those whimpers turn into growls of Hurts, Help, Stop, Pain when his hands get free thanks to Scott, flapping so hard he occasionally hits himself or the werewolf covering his ears from the alarms. A pained growl always comes after he hits, something closer to Sorry, Hurts, Scared than anything else, like he’s directing it at Scott.

They sit like that for a while, somewhere down the line Scott started growling back, trying to communicate Helping, Love you, Calm down, on the off chance that Stiles can somehow understand it.

When the alarms finally shut off and the lights stop flashing, Stiles slumps down, and then slowly falls forward against Scott. His head hits the alpha’s chest with a thump, and it’s followed by a quiet Sorry, Thank you, Good now growl.

Scott doesn’t stop himself from answering with a You’re Welcome, Happy, Safe, and pretends it doesn’t terrify him when it makes Stiles relax.

III.

Derek Hale has seen a lot of things.

He’s experienced a lot of things.

A human that can understand and mimic werewolf not-language, though?

He hasn’t seen that.

And yet here’s Stiles, holding a full conversation with him without him saying so much as a word.

It’s been twenty minutes. Sure, Stiles is talking a lot, but when he pauses he turns and he looks at Derek, and if he doesn’t get what he’s looking for his brows will scrunch up until Derek makes some sort of noise.

And then he’ll just respond, like those noises were words!

It’s… weird.

It’s a good weird?

Derek doesn’t know how to feel. He’s never seen this before, but it’s nice to not have to talk when he doesn’t want to. When he can just communicate in the way that actually comes naturally to him as a born werewolf.

Even if it’s nice, he still wants to know how. How does this completely human teenager understand werewolf not-language like it’s a verbal conversation?

IV.

Isaac doesn’t get it.

But it sure is helpful, when he’s waking up from a nightmare and straight into a flashback and Stiles is the only other person awake to calm him down. When he only comes out of it because suddenly Stiles is mimicking a growl he’s only ever heard Scott make that means Stop! Calm down!

It drags him mentally kicking and screaming back to the dark room that is Stiles’s bedroom (Sue him for being nervous about leaving the previously void-possessed human in their pack friend group alone again. Especially knowing he still has night terrors.)

“How did you do that?” is the first thing he says, breathless and confused but slightly calmed down.

Stiles, from where he’s in front of Isaac now that they’ve both more-or-less fallen to the floor, gives him a confused look, “What? What’d I do? I just kinda panicked because you weren’t really responding other than trying to hit me and screaming, so.”

He shrugs like it’s no big deal. Isaac assumes it’s because he does the same thing.

“You growled at me,” Isaac breathes, “And it sounded like Scott.”

“Hey, Deaton?”

Scott figured that today might as well be the day he asks somebody else.

Well, he did ask Derek a week or so ago, but he had no idea and clearly didn’t care all that much. So, Deaton it was.

“Yes, Scott?”

“Is it possible for a human to learn and mimic werewolf, uh, language?”

Deaton paused in the injection he was giving the dog on their table, looking up at him with scrunched brows, “Is this about Stiles?”

“Uh, Sorta?”

“No, as far as I know, a human cannot learn nor mimic werewolves,” Deaton allows, turning his attention back to the dog, “It is one of the many downsides to letting a human be part of your pack.”

“But he’s doing it, Deaton,” Scott sighs, running a hand through his hair, “Isaac said he copied one of my growls to calm Isaac down, he keeps growling when he’s stressed or scared and I don’t know how he’s doing it.”

“Perhaps, the bite to the Nogitsune?” Deaton offers, “That was a situation unlike any I’ve seen before, it could’ve had unforeseen consequences.”

“How would that make him able to growl like an alpha?”

“...It wouldn’t.”

“Great, so you can’t help either.”

VI. (+1)

Over the last while, Stiles has realized what he’s been doing. Mostly through Isaac and his dad, who seemed very confused when a nonverbal Stiles started growling at him to tell him Fine, Tired because werewolf is easier than human.

(Werewolf shouldn’t be easier than human. He’s a human, he’s content being a human, so why is it easier to act like a werewolf?)

It’s another nonverbal day, actually, where it all really comes to head. One day where Stiles wakes up and it feels like his joints had been bathed in a concrete mixture while he slept, and like speaking will mean he gets his vocal cords ripped out.

(It’s anxiety-inducing, to even think of talking. To think of making any human-like noise, which is why it’s still weird that he’s making wolf-like noises instead. Whenever everything else feels like too much, he turns into a perfect mimic of his best friend.)

But he still has to go to school, even if he can’t talk and he’ll probably shut down at the first sign of relief. He’s missed too much with all the supernatural problems that he’ll get held back if he misses too much more.

So he drags himself out of bed and out of the house, into his jeep, and through the school doors. Scott’s at their lockers when he shows up, borderline dressed in pajamas. (Jeans were too much and he couldn’t find a shirt that felt right, only the t-shirt he slept in that was soft and overworn would work. He threw on sweatpants and pretended it wasn’t sleepwear.)

He greets his friend, bag half hanging from his locker so he can pick out what he needs for class. Stiles growls in response, Hello, Tired, Happy, it says, even when Scott turns at him with those wide, confused eyes he always gets when Stiles does things like this.

Stiles can’t bring himself to care today. He’s just so tired.

Sick? Worried, Scott responds, shutting his locker quieter than he usually does like he’s expecting it to throw Stiles into a loop.

He stares at his bag for a long minute, trying to think of how to respond. He doesn’t think there’s a werewolf not-language equivalent to what he wants to say, but he tries anyways, Tired, Healthy, Sleepy, and then shuts his locker.

“Are you guys growling at each other?” Lydia’s seemingly always judging voice greets, appearing behind Stiles, “Did you get into a fight or something?”

“Or something,” Scott replies, still staring at his painfully human best friend, who’s holding himself like he did when he was having night terrors every night. His shoulders hunched, head hung low, there are bags under his eyes and he looks like there isn’t a single thought in his head beyond tired.

(Scott and Lydia both pretend it doesn’t scare them to see his face so blank. Only the Nogitsune held his face like that, Stiles always has some sort of expression. A hint of anything emotional. But instead, he’s staring right through Scott’s boots with his lips in a straight line.)

Go, Home, Work, he growls, and Scott can’t help but laugh at the mishmash of English logic applied to Werewolf not-language.

“Seriously, how is he doing that?” Lydia points at the now-leaving Stiles, but Scott just shrugs.

“We haven’t figured it out, Deaton thought it might’ve been the bite I gave the Nogitsune but he mimicked one of my growls at Isaac, so,” he sighs, “No idea. I’ll see you in class, Lydia.”

…

Stiles agreed when Scott asked him to come along to a ‘pack meeting’. He looked confused, if only for a moment before the tired, autistic emotionless appearance returned, but followed the werewolf anyways.

He still wasn’t talking. At least he hasn’t shut down yet.

The park is where they end up, the park that has trash all over it and is too overgrown for anybody except the weird kids to go to. Most of them steer clear when their pack is there, some still-human instinct to avoid matter they don’t belong in.

Stiles hasn’t ever experienced that feeling. Maybe it’s because this is his pack, even if he is human.

When they’re all sat on that stupid picnic blanket Isaac bought as a joke because Stiles complained about the grass one too many times, Scott addresses them all.

Stiles didn’t realize this meeting was going to be about him. If he had, he wouldn’t have come. He’s cutting Scott off to say Upset, Tired, Stop, before he can get more than five words out.

He’s still too tired to care about the way they all turn and look at him.

“That’s what I wanted to talk about,” Scott says, gesturing toward him, “Stiles is still human, but he’s… somehow figured out how to understand and communicate like a wolf.”

“Yeah, but I thought we already knew this?” Isaac raises a hand, glancing between his alpha and Stiles.

(Stiles isn’t really listening, eyes trained on a random spot on the blanket, one knee pulled up to his chest with his hands tapping out a rhythm onto the knee.)

“Yes, but apparently Stiles didn’t know until recently, so I thought I’d make sure we were all on the same page. This is also an official way of saying that he’s part of the pack.”

Ethan is the only one to double-check this. To feel for the pack bond. To look for that connection he’s lucky to feel with Scott and Isaac.

He finds it.

Pack, Ethan growls.

Pack, Stiles responds, even though he doesn’t look up. He’s starting to shut down, but growling is still easier than words, Tired.

Home.

Scott lets Ethan be the one to take him home on the back of his bike, and if the werewolf stays with his human pack member to make sure he’s okay, then that’s his business.

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Heavens Like • Fezco x black reader

based on the song linked above <3

you had always been so tempting to him. no matter what you did, you’d always tempt him. just woke up? tempted. just cussed him out in a screaming match? (which was rare) tempted. nothing tempted him more though than seeing you fresh out of the shower. you had your towel tightly wrapped around your body, your braids wrapped up into a bun, you looked so heavenly to him.

you watched him perk up on the bed as you looked around for your work outfit you had sat out. you had a cute little barista job, nothing serious but just to help fill in sometime when he was busy. “fezzy, where are my clothes?” you raise a brow. “shii ion know.” he looks up at you with those icy dough eyes “fezco, im not playing this isn’t the first time you’ve done this.” your arms cross. he stays still, hitting his blunt not saying a word. “you’re not gonna give them to me until after aren’t you?” you groan. “you know me so well.” “fezzy, i have work.” you whine. “hey, hey all i need is 15-20 minutes tops.” you think about it, it wouldn’t be so bad. “fine.”

you watch him move the blanket off himself, in nothing but his drawls & socks. you drop the towel off of your body & pull your waist length braids out the bun. you see his dick perk up through his boxers. you crawl onto him, kissing his lips while his hands go to your waist. “you better hurry up.” you warn him. “alright alright ma.” he shifts up, rag dolling your thick body onto your hands and knees. you grab onto two pillows, one going under your belly & the other you lay your head on.

you feel his tip suddenly poke your pussy, he rubs it all over. you turn your head back to see him spitting all over where the two of you were connecting. “oh you so nasty.” you moan. “don’t act like you don’t like that shit.” he smiles before putting one knee up and shoving your face into the pillow. “oh shit fez.” you moan loudly as he fucks into you. the feeling of his thick, long dick fucking your pussy is already overwhelming enough but you see stars when he uses his other hand to rub your clit, his stomach bending over your back. “you love this shit don’t you baby?” he whispers into your ear, not letting your face up just yet. “yes daddy fuck i love.” “who’s your daddy?” he licks your shoulder. “you, oh fuck fez. you’re my daddy.” you squeeze your eye. “that’s right. i’m. your. fucking. daddy.” his words match his thrusts as he lets your face up but grabbing onto your ass as he gets back up.

“this pussys mine.” he stares down at your ass, jiggling with every thrust. “throw that motherfucka back.” he demands, stopping his thrusts. you perk up on your hands & knees to throw it back on him. “yeah, that’s that shit right there.” he cheers, spitting down on where you two met again. you giggle as he spanks you, the repeated sting feeling heavenly.

he begins to thrust back, meeting your pace before grabbing your hips to hold you still. his knee still by your waist you touch his leg for some stability. you cry out as you feel the tightness in your stomach, “i’m gonna cum daddy.” you warn him. “fuck ma, me too.” he smacks your ass with one hand but his grip still fight. you use your other hand to reach under yourself, playing with his balls. “oh fuck.” you squeak as you begin to squirt all over him. “shit mama.” he groans, cumming in your pussy.

he pulls out, you not leaving your position and him on his knees, leaning back with his hands on the bed. he moans at the sight of your pussy leaking with him cum. he red tip coming into his vision, he’s hardening again. “you ain’t gonna make it to work, sorry momma.” he sits back up, sliding back it.

you know me so well

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